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Even yet, his eyes were drawn to the contours of her body, which were merely accentuated by the leather, or was it PVC, one piece outfit.
The leather boots were the coup de grace, however, the final piece that ensured he yielded like a panting dog. Proof of this came when she placed the heel in his mouth and told him to lick and worship it.
Now he was being pulled down a corridor. They entered another room and he inhaled sharply. She led him across to an x-shaped cross by one wall.
He whimpered as he realised he was fully tied up, with not even any wriggle room. He shuddered as she ran her nails down his back.
But he could sense the anticipation in her voice and movements. The lashes increased with intensity across his buttocks and lower back.
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The cane was a different matter. He grimaced sharply as the tail of the whip found contact again with his arse. She moved closer and whispered in his ear.
And remember, this is only to break you in, so to speak. She laughed, as she untied him. Again he had crawled back. He saw his heap of clothes on the floor, now remnants from another world, a lost world.
She saw him gazing at them. But I think you should try something else. He stepped into the panties, pulling them up around his cock and arse.
The feel of them was distinctly different. She stood back, appraising him. The door behind him opened. A guy in a t-shirt and jeans stepped into his line of vision.
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She leaned her face in close to him, grabbing his chin in the palm of her hand. He undid the button and upon her prompt pulled down the jeans.
The guy was wearing boxers, contoured and stretched by the large bulge therein. She stood behind him, her head on his shoulder. The cock strained against the boxers, eager for release.
It gained its freedom and jaunted stiffly erect in front of him. Despite himself, he was in awe of its size and the sheer majesty of its gait.
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Now he moved his tongue back for a more langorous lick. My, but these appeared quite full. Or that one sex should be universally submissive to the other.
Let me go consult my experts. Like, can I go rebuild an old Mustang engine for you, instead? Or do a TED talk on sociology or cosmology?
Which sort of hit me a few weeks ago, as I was walking back to my car, literally in the fast lane of the , after getting out and telling the guy behind me that I would throw a tire iron through his windshield if he got up on my ass one more time.
Kazander thought it was amusing when I showed him. I turned around, fully expecting to punch him in the face.
I touched you. Luckily, a friend was standing nearby and saw what was going on. He managed to step between us and pull me away.
And I quickly realized that I was not remotely in the right frame of mind to be there. Fair warning, comment or email me at your own risk for the time being.
Episodes are rare, and when they happen, I can usually either fight my way through them or compartmentalize the different areas of my life. So one thing may temporarily fall apart, but every other part of my life keeps going just fine.
It was weird as hell, and it hit hard and fast, when usually, the episodes are gradual. The one thing that has become my signal is how clean my house is.
I do it anyway because the only thing I hate more than cleaning is a messy and cluttered house. So I stop caring as much about how clean my house is.
Why is that? I guess I have been feeling a little depressed lately. Okay, cool. But I think that writing it out here can help me kick the last of it.
So I force myself to leave the house and do all the stuff I like doing. No possibility of forcing myself to go through the motions. It was like two weeks before the next time I felt okay.
And then another week after that when I had the next okay day. Creativity and writing have taken a shit, though, which is another weird thing.
Depression has never fucked with my creativity and my desire to write before. But I finally realized that forcing myself to go through the motions was only digging myself in deeper, so I had to just let it go.
I think I went a full month without a single orgasm. One doctor, a few years back, actually had a good point.
SSRIs come with a shitload of nasty side effects. You can lose the weight and your libido will come back once you get the depression under control.
That needs to be your priority now. And yeah, he had a point. But my libido has always been a big motivator for me when my depression got bad.
Even when I felt depressed, I still wanted to get laid, to hurt my boys, to fuck them raw, all that fun shit. And it gave me a chance to get out of my own head for a bit.
Looking back, I think I relied on that a lot in past episodes. Luckily, the libido is more or less back, now. And then finally, something snapped and caused this.
And when did the normal depressive episode start? But even that is more of a side bonus. More than anything, I want to figure it out so that I can understand it.
Much of the time, that is easy enough. However, in some areas, I struggle. The one part of my body I struggle the most with is my vulva.
I have a new relationship with a lovely little submissive boy, but my insecurity with my vulva has become a bit of an obstacle. Do you have any suggestions for how to overcome this insecurity and be more comfortable with my body?
But first, you need to cut yourself some slack. You can still be Dominant and have a few little insecurities lying around. Hell, I have a couple of my own.
I think everyone does. Stop pushing it down. Stop avoiding it. Let yourself feel it. All of it. Embrace it. Accept it. And accept the fact that it will probably never go away.
Welcome back. Your concerns have been noted. Thank you, that will be all. Vulvas never look like they do in the movies. And as you get older, yours might not look as great as it once did.
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So relax. Let him be the one to tell you how he feels. But I do recommend talking to him. I think it can be easy for some people to forget that we experience all those feelings, same as every other human.
As your submissive, your boy is expected to put an incredibly high level of trust in you. But you have to trust him, too.
You have to trust him with your feelings, you have to show vulnerability, you have to give him just as much as he gives you. So tell him.
Talk to him. He had a series of minor disasters at work that he had to travel out of town to fix. Then, when that was done and he could finally come back, a series of major work disasters happened that pulled him away again before we had the chance to get together and play.
It was so bad that a couple of his partners just ended up renting houses and moving their families there for the summer. Of course, it sucked for him, too.
And, while the time apart has been rough, the effect has been incredibly interesting. He needs me for that. So I have a plan for when he gets home, and I can finally see him again.
He wants to be the one pampering, not the one pampered. It can even be a little anxiety-inducing, to sit back and be pampered while everyone around him is working to serve him.
So I explained why I want him to get one. The knots in his back will respond to it. So reminding him that his body is mine and I deserve him at his best will help him deal with the unpleasantness of actually getting it done.
As great as everything else will be, just having him beneath me again, having him writhing underneath me, is going to be incredible.
That first moment I push my cock into his hole, filling him up again, stretching him wide, is going to be amazing. But that first moment is going to be my favorite.
We hung out for a bit, then I heard someone call out my name. Because his dick is pretty worthless, but his mouth is actually awesome.
She let him up and told him to strip. But Diva stripped him down and made him eat her out to a couple more orgasms.
And honestly, even that was kinda hot. Just leaving Kazander with Diva, with him knowing that I expected him to work hard to please her the same way he would for me.
He did a good job, apparently. When I came back, another woman came with me, another Domme. I was surprised to find that Diva had brought a tiny vibrating bullet with her, and had put that inside him.
I sat down between his legs and realized that the toy had come out. Obviously I had to fix that, and pushed it back in. But I knew exactly who to get.
Granted, Kazander was underneath her, with her thighs around his ears, so he said later that he could hear voices and make out who was talking, but he had no idea what the submissive woman was saying.
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