Latest Posts by tracysub - Page 9
“Master said to wait”
Being someone to come home to
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Yes it is 😶
What do you see beyond those walls? Is it me?
For all you submissives out there that are ready, or that have already offered their submission.
serving with my mouth
The first thing that he requires before any blow job is bare tits. This is a rule. Before I’m even on my knees, whatever I’m wearing on top must come off. I used to think that this was arbitrary, but it’s not actually arbitrary if it pleases him, is it? His pleasure is the best reason.
Once he’s filling my mouth, it pleases him when I focus on the underside of his cock, firmly pressing my tongue along the length of it. He likes it just as much, if not more, when I lick and suck him right under the head. The noises he makes when I run my tongue over the ridge are the sexiest. He likes it when I look up at him with a mouthful, and when I gag a little. I don’t love gagging. Sometimes he’ll push himself deep and then hold my head still, forcing me to adjust. I’ll come up for air and cough, and he’ll give me a moment—a brief one—to breath before shoving his cock inside again. I don’t love that, either. Except, I do. I love that I don’t love it. I love that he’s training me to take him deep.
My favorite part, though, is when he holds my hair so tightly that it hurts and fucks my mouth. That makes me moan around him. “What are you moaning about?” he asked me the other day. “This?” His grip tightened and I moaned louder, my mouth still full of him. “Good little mouth-whore,” he said, and that’s my other favorite thing. The dirty talk. Make me feel like a total fucking slut when I blow you and I’ll be soaked.
I’m wet as I write this sentence and was not when I started this post. It’s not thinking about blow jobs that turns me on; it’s thinking about serving him. It’s thinking about being on my knees and being used for his pleasure, about gagging because he wants me to, about being topless because he wants me to. It’s all of that and what it means as a whole.
It means that I’m finally serving my purpose and that is the hottest thing in world.
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it is in my blood to obey…
it is in my blood to crave for his strengh…
it is in my blood to be near him….
it is in my blood to moan under his body…
it is in my blood that my body feels empty without being filled….
it is in my blood that my mind feels empty without him…
it is in my blood to feel secure in his arms after he hurt and used me….
it isn’t in my blood to fight against my nature….
and sometimes it is hard to accept my nature… and in these moments… it’s only his warmth and his soft smile… which rescues me….
That’s a fire I’m not putting out…
She does it because she wants to…not because she has to. You cannot force desire or devotion.
It is an Honour….
She shouldn’t want this, she knew that. But if this was just a matter of want then she wouldn’t be here. No, she needed this. She had fantasized about being bound and completely at a man’s mercy more times than she could possibly count. But if she was honest with herself, it went much deeper than that. She didn’t just want to be played with, she wanted to be owned. Completely.
She thought about it constantly. At work, with friends, it didn’t matter where she was, that untamed need constantly clawed at her from the shadows of her mind, consuming her slowly for years. And it wasn’t as if she hadn’t tried. She had asked guys to tie her up and fuck her, do things to her body, but the fact that she had to ask took most of the fun out of it. It was as if she had an addiction to a drug she’d never tried. She was chasing a high that she had never truly tasted. This wasn’t a need that could be filled by just any man.
But he was not just any man. He commanded respect without ever speaking a word. He terrified her to the point of trembling without ever making a threat. The fact that she had let him bind and blindfold her only heightened that terror. There was nothing she could do to defend herself now, he could do whatever he wanted. But by the way her wetness began to drip down her thighs, she knew this was exactly what she wanted.
“Who do you belong to?” His commanding voice brought her out of her thoughts. She hesitated for just a moment before he yanked sharply on her chain.
“You, Sir!”
He grabbed her face roughly by the cheeks. “Next time I ask you a question,” he growled in her ear, “you will not hesitate when you answer me.” He squeezed her cheeks hard before asking “Is that understood, Pet.”
“Yes, Sir!” She cried out, nodding her head in agreement. She was trembling so much the chain around her neck was rattling.
“Good girl.” He said, before playfully slapping her on the cheek for good measure. The pleasure of hearing him say those words, mixed with the sting of his slap made her moan. He gave a satisfied chuckle at her reaction. “Now open up that pretty mouth and show your Master what a good girl you can really be.”
“It wasn’t just how he made her wet Its how he made her feel about making her so wet”
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Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2016
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