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Ive recently moved across the country to start a new job, and that of course means updating social profiles.
Ive been single for awhile, mostly due to my old job slowly consuming all of my time. Im now out of that, and Im looking to get a more healthy worklife balance going.
Balance is also why I identify most as a switch. Some days being a dom sounds better, other days its being a sub. Looking for someone who is also interested in the same things would be nice, as its always fun to discuss various kinks with another person. That said, Im a big fan of taking things slow, and getting to know the other person enough to ensure everyone is comfortable. Safesaneetc. and all that. I think establishing boundaries and setting limits on how much they can be pushed is the best way to do things. My ideas in the past have always been dont do anything you wouldnt want done to you, to make sure everyones happy.
Im also not interested in anyone married, with a significant other, or who suggests that paying money is the way to start things off. I dont need any drama in my life, and those things just ask for trouble.
Feel free to send a message chat if youd like. I might take a day or so to get around to it, but given how bored I tend to get, it shouldnt take much longer.
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"You know what," you begin. "I think I'd rather do this at my place."
I groan as you say this, looking up at you from my place on the floor. I can barely see your face through the plastic wrap covering my head, and the steam that is building up from the poor seal around the ring gag doesn't help.
"Yeah, I left some stuff there, and I think it'd be a better scene if we switched." I flop my useless arms and legs around, pointing out how you've already folded them up and secured the plastic with a full coat of duct tape. "Oh, I know, slave. Do you really think I don't see how you're wrapped up? Who do you think did this to you, dummy?"
I can see you kneel down next to me. My cock is already hard, and you give it a slap as you grab my balls with your left hand, squeezing my scrotum between your thumb and index finger. "Don't forget that it's probably a bad idea to make me angry when you're so exposed, worm." I wince as you give me a harsh tug, letting my balls pop free. The pain makes me squirm, and you use my distraction to mangle me into the tight plastic cock cage. "Now, where is that huge suitcase of yours," you ask idly as you smooth more duct tape over my eyes.
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More than an hour later, I feel a rush of cool air on my small amount of exposed flesh as the suitcase is unzipped. "Come on, bitch, get out of there!" You help me out of the suitcase by pulling it up, eventually depositing me on the floor in a heap. I can feel you arranging me, and am not surprised when I feel a collar being pulled tightly around my neck. The collar quickly tugs my neck up, and I scramble along at your side. "Heel!" you shout as you drag my flailing body across the slippery wood floor. After a few minutes, the leash goes slack, and I stop in place.
"Bitch! Beg!" I feel your riding crop on my cheek, followed by it sliding over my body. I jump up as best as I can, rearing back to raise my arms off the floor. "Good boy! Bow! Be a good dog and bow!" you say in in a sing-song voice, letting me ease back onto the floor, using your foot to kick my arms gently when they hit the floor, watching as my head settle down. "Now, stay," you say as I feel something cold pushing into me. "Relax, bitch," you quietly reassure as you force the plug into my ass. It finally pops into place, and you give me a light pat on the ass.
"Do you want to keep going, bitch? I think a good puppy would beg me to continue, don't you?" I take the hint, and work my way back up onto my hind legs. "You want me to keep going?" you taunt. "Does your new tail agree?" I wiggle my ass, and feel the plug shift back and forth as the attached tail sways. "Oh, that's a good puppy!" you mock.
"I decided that I wanted to have my slave worm polish my new shoes with its tongue, so I had to bring you home, since that's where I'd left them." I feel the leash pulling me down, as you use the gap from the heel of the shoe as a pulley to force my face closer. "Besides, I know that this is a draining and dry task, so I wanted to make sure you had lots of refreshment available." The shoe lifts off the floor, guiding my head to one side, before your other foot finds its place on the back of my head, forcing my open mouth closer to the dog dish on the floor. The scent of urine fills my head, and I know that I'll be licking the dish dry by the end of the night.
"And," you quietly add to yourself as your tummy grumbles, "if you're a very good boy, maybe I'll let you have some special dinner, as well." |
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A new thought that came to me while travelling:
"Let's play a game," you start with, a smile spreading across your face.
"Ok?" I reply, wondering what you're thinking. A hour later, I finally ask. "How exactly am I supposed to play a game like this?" Tied spread eagle to the bed, I'm not totally sure how much I'm going to be able to participate.
You climb up to sit next to me, followed by stretching your left leg up and over my torso, letting me see that you're not wearing underwear under that dress. You lean back, and tap on the plastic cage preventing me from growing hard. "It's easy. Just because I don't want you to cum today, doesn't mean the same holds for me."
"Oh, so..." I start.
"Shh....you shouldn't waste your breath. The rules are simple. You make me cum, maybe you get the same. Also, there's an added incentive to the game." You pull out a large plastic bag. "You don't get to breathe until I win the game." With a quick tug, the bag is over my head, and quickly sealed to my face as you settle down atop my face. "Better hurry up," you taunt as I struggle to play this new game. |
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Here's a thought inspired by the various fetishes on a profile I saw.
We're hiking up Makapu'u point to the lighthouse. It's a hot and humid day. We stop part way to catch our breath, and pull some drinks out of my backpack. You chug down the clean cool water we packed. I suck down the bright yellow piss you put into the fridge last night. This is my limit on exhibition, and you whisper into my ear as other hikers walk by as I drink it.
We eventually reach the top, and you pop open a new bottle. I do the same, finishing off the supply of your golden tea.
Once we return home, you strip down. "I feel dirty," you say, pulling my face up to your body. I understand the implication, and lick the sweat clean from you, paying special attention to the areas you deem most filthy.
"I'm going to take a shower," you assert, as you walk to the bathroom. I follow, hoping to join you. Instead, you place me outside to kneel, with a sock stuffed into my mouth, and your panties stretched over my face.
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It's a Saturday afternoon, maybe it's a long weekend or something. We've just returned from lunch, something nice and enjoyable. It's time to begin, so I strip naked while you sit and watch.
First, the cock cage is locked in place, ensuring I can't enjoy myself without your permission. Next,
you use plastic wrap and duct tape to mummify me from toes to head, leaving gaps only for the cage to protrude, and for my nose and mouth to peak out.
You leave me on the floor, and I know that I am to wait for you to use me as you desire. You sit on my face, letting me taste you and use my tongue to pleasure you. You squeeze and slap my balls to control me, using my pain as instruction for what you want done. The instructions are never the same twice, so no matter how much I may try to predict what you want, each time I need to relearn what each smash and smack mean.
Once you're satisfied, you leave to get a drink. Deciding I may want one as well, you take a glass with you into the bathroom, and fill it with your piss. You return, using my tongue as your toilet paper to clean any drips. You fill a sippy cup (or a baby bottle, maybe) with your nectar, and feed it to me. This is where you really turn on the verbal humiliation, mentioning how nasty I am. Maybe you check to see if I need to pee as well, and save that for me for later.
You sit on the couch above me, using me as a footrest, occasionally placing your toes in my mouth to be kissed and cleaned. Sometimes you use your feet as a vice, crushing my exposed testicles while you laugh at my squirming.
Will you let me cum? You play with me in my cage while I nuzzle between your legs, and decide what you want to do. Perhaps you let me cum on a pair of dirty panties, or an old stinky sock, and stuff it into my mouth afterwards. Maybe you make me fill condom after condom all afternoon, and then at the end empty them all back into my mouth. Maybe you've decided I've been very good, and let me cum inside of you. I know that afterwards, I'll be using my mouth to clean up the creampie, but know that you'd only do this if you were pleased with me. Alternately, you keep teasing me up and down all day, letting the cage hold me firmly in check, using my sensitive bits to slowly drive me more mad for you.
What next? Who knows, I'm sure there's more than enough to keep us busy for Sunday. |
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