Sex&Submission

degradesluts:

Now this is how to properly use her mouth. 

playfulnessandperversion:

Come Play with Me!
playfulnessandperversion:

Come Play with Me!
inherplace:

She could tell something was wrong. Her girlfriend had barely spoken to her all day. When it came time for their scheduled play that evening, she entered the stocks feeling uncomfortable.
The moment she was locked in place, her girlfriend hit her full-force with the paddle. She screamed in surprise; this was much harder than their usual game.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she yelled.
There was no answer save for another strike.
She endured it in silence for a few minutes, hoping that her lover would work whatever this was out of her system and go back to normal soon. Instead, the blows became harder and the cane came out.
She started to plead, saying she couldn’t handle the pain much longer. She got a response to that; a rubber ball jammed into her mouth to restore the silence.
The cane cracked across her skin once more, and this time her scream was muffled to a whisper.
Finally the love of her life began to speak, but it wasn’t the message she wanted to hear.
“I know you’ve been fucking men behind my back.”
‘Shit,’ she thought. She tried to explain, but it was useless with the gag.
“How could you?” she asked, her voice shrill as she continued the beating.
“I trusted you!
Loved you!
We were going to get fucking married!”
Both of them were crying now.
“You let me touch you. After you had touched them,” hissed her girlfriend, anger flaring up to replace vulnerability.
“You let me lick you, after they’d filled you with their filth. Did you ever stop to think about what that would do to me? Going through that again? Someone who I thought loved me, making me taste that?”
‘Please just let me explain,’ she prayed desperately.
Without warning, the caning stopped and her girlfriend’s voice became perfectly calm.
“No. No more. I can defend myself now. I’m done
 with you. I’m going back upstairs and throwing all your stuff out, and you can just stay down here. Tonight you can have all the cock you want, whore.”
‘What does that mean?’ she wondered, resisting the urge to panic as she struggled, failing to free herself from the stocks that they had built together years ago.
She could hear the door opening, and a humorless laugh.
“Sheeeee-it,” came a male voice. “Is this her?”
“She’s all yours,” said her girlfriend. “Do whatever you want.”
“And the money?”
“It’s on the table. Our joint account,” she said, her voice bitter. “Just keep your pig mouths shut after tonight and we’re all happy.”
“No problem honey, you gonna help us get started?” he asked, moments before a loud slap echoed through the room.
Her girlfriend brushed up against her for a moment, speaking softly into her ear. “Maybe now you’ll know what it’s like to feel violated and betrayed,” she whispered before walking out of the basement and out of her life.
The door closed, and then all she could hear was the sound of belt buckles hitting the floor.

inherplace:

She could tell something was wrong. Her girlfriend had barely spoken to her all day. When it came time for their scheduled play that evening, she entered the stocks feeling uncomfortable.

The moment she was locked in place, her girlfriend hit her full-force with the paddle. She screamed in surprise; this was much harder than their usual game.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she yelled.

There was no answer save for another strike.

She endured it in silence for a few minutes, hoping that her lover would work whatever this was out of her system and go back to normal soon. Instead, the blows became harder and the cane came out.

She started to plead, saying she couldn’t handle the pain much longer. She got a response to that; a rubber ball jammed into her mouth to restore the silence.

The cane cracked across her skin once more, and this time her scream was muffled to a whisper.

Finally the love of her life began to speak, but it wasn’t the message she wanted to hear.

“I know you’ve been fucking men behind my back.”

Shit,’ she thought. She tried to explain, but it was useless with the gag.

“How could you?” she asked, her voice shrill as she continued the beating.

“I trusted you!

Loved you!

We were going to get fucking married!”

Both of them were crying now.

“You let me touch you. After you had touched them,” hissed her girlfriend, anger flaring up to replace vulnerability.

“You let me lick you, after they’d filled you with their filth. Did you ever stop to think about what that would do to me? Going through that again? Someone who I thought loved me, making me taste that?”

Please just let me explain,’ she prayed desperately.

Without warning, the caning stopped and her girlfriend’s voice became perfectly calm.

“No. No more. I can defend myself now. I’m done

with you. I’m going back upstairs and throwing all your stuff out, and you can just stay down here. Tonight you can have all the cock you want, whore.”

What does that mean?’ she wondered, resisting the urge to panic as she struggled, failing to free herself from the stocks that they had built together years ago.

She could hear the door opening, and a humorless laugh.

“Sheeeee-it,” came a male voice. “Is this her?”

“She’s all yours,” said her girlfriend. “Do whatever you want.”

“And the money?”

“It’s on the table. Our joint account,” she said, her voice bitter. “Just keep your pig mouths shut after tonight and we’re all happy.”

“No problem honey, you gonna help us get started?” he asked, moments before a loud slap echoed through the room.

Her girlfriend brushed up against her for a moment, speaking softly into her ear. “Maybe now you’ll know what it’s like to feel violated and betrayed,” she whispered before walking out of the basement and out of her life.

The door closed, and then all she could hear was the sound of belt buckles hitting the floor.

brutalmaster:

slut—degradation:

It’s a nearly universal truth: no matter how good you are at something, there’s always going to be someone better.  
But for one lucky person, there really is no one better.  I’m not saying it’s her, but…she’s got to be in the running, right?

brutalmaster:

slut—degradation:

It’s a nearly universal truth: no matter how good you are at something, there’s always going to be someone better.  

But for one lucky person, there really is no one better.  I’m not saying it’s her, but…she’s got to be in the running, right?