Day 4: Any early experiences that, in retrospect, hint at your kinks?
none that I can think of! I had a normal childhood. I mean, I started off young - I think I first started getting off when I was eight, although I didn’t know what it was at the time, lol. I used to think that maybe because I started so young that I got bored with vanilla sex sooner than others, but Tumblr has shown me that’s certainly not the case, lol. So I don’t know.
Apparently I skipped day nine by accident. Sorry!
9) Do you accept and/or expect structure, rules and limits as a part of your submission? How do you feel about them?
I think there’s a certain degree of structure to be expected in a D/s relationship. Master gives me rules and I set my limits; it’s an exchange of power.
11) Do you include service as a part of your expectations of your submission? How do you define service? What does it mean to you? If not, what is it about the concept of service that is not for you?
I don’t serve Master in the sense that I do domestic discipline or anything like that. But I follow any orders he gives me, although they’re generally sexual in nature. I don’t mind serving him to a degree as a submissive.
I’ve been finding lately after my sessions with Master (largely the ones where he lets me cum) a new sense of clarity and comfort. He’s really pushing my senses. I’m blinded with the nylon mask, I’m overwhelmed with pain and pleasure from the nipple clamps and heavy use of the vibe, and I can smell my own cum on my pantyhose. Talk about sensory overload.
Day 3: How did you discover you were kinky?
I honestly don’t remember. I’ve known kinkier stuff existed for a while now, it must have started years ago. Different kinks started at different times, they didn’t just pop up all at once. The only one I distinctly remember is how I got my nylon fetish, and only because Master gave it to me.
10) Does any element of BDSM occur as a part of your submissive relationships? How do you feel about BDSM? Is it core to your submission, peripheral or non-existent (other than the submission part)?
A bit. I guess I would say it just adds to my submission. Master bound me a little bit last time with pantyhose, and he wants to tie me down next time we play. We’ve started to experiment with nipple clamps, too.
The first one went off without a hitch, mostly because Master had riled me up pretty well beforehand, making me wear a nylon mask and nipple clamps and edging myself with my vibe. The second one took a lot longer than expected - partially because I’ve become so unused to orgasming and partially because it’s a lot harder when you’re forcing yourself to cum.
Master suggested we try again next time we meet up, it might be easier in person, but I’m not so sure. I’ve been training myself to not cum for the past couple of weeks, it might take time to undo all of that. Even when I wasn’t forcing myself to not cum, I never came easily. Any suggestions?
He made me edge myself for almost an hour earlier. He said he was going to let me cum all night but didn’t because I had to stop for unrelated reasons. Then he had me edge encased in nylon for another half hour but yet again I got interrupted.
Now he’s got me trying nipple play. I’m using clothespins as clamps. It’s my first time trying this, and the pain is kind of incredible. It’s turning me on so much at the same time but the stinging is unbelievable. And when you take them off…oh my god.
Day 2: List your kinks.
- being covered in pantyhose, of course
- Choking (lightly!)
- being tied up/blindfolded
- rapeplay
- teasing (love it)
- forced orgasm
- orgasm denial
Master’s also trying to get me into kneeling
I’m your new maid. I clean your house twice a week, and normally I wear a typical maid outfit. Today, however, it’s really hot out so I put on a shorter skirt than usual. When I get to work I do my usual chores, dusting your furniture, vacuuming and mopping your floor, that sort of thing. You’ve got a stain on the floor that won’t come off easily, and I’m on all fours trying to clean it when you walk in the door, getting a nice view of my nylon legs. My ass is barely covered by the skirt as I’m bent over, and you’re clearly turned on, although I don’t know it yet. You linger by the door a bit too long, and I finally take notice of the situation and stand up, flustered.
That’s when I notice how handsome you look in a suit. For some reason this makes me even shyer and I go to the next room that needs to be cleaned – the bedroom. You follow me and you coax me into a conversation as I continue cleaning. You’re friendly and funny and charming and as I’m dusting the bookcase you come up behind me to show me something on a high shelf, putting your hand on the small of my back as you reach up. It’s quite pretty, whatever it is, but I’m not really paying attention because your hand, the one on my back, has moved lower, onto my ass, separated only by some nylon and a thin skirt. I look at you, unsure if it was intentional, but judging by your face it definitely was. You come in closer and I can smell your cologne and for some reason this sets me over the edge so when you come in to kiss me, I kiss you back hard.
Your hand moves up my skirt and comes to rest between my legs, making me moan and press hard against you. You push me to the bed (the one I just made), and the way you’re handling me is getting me so wet. You pull up my skirt and rip through the nylon while I’m feverishly undoing your belt and before I know it you’re fucking me deep and slow, still in my uniform, with my blouse open and your hands roughly grabbing my tits, making me moan in pleasure. You can tell I’m getting close so you start getting faster, with a finger rubbing my clit, making my toes curl and my arch back as I cum like I never have before. Your hand is soaked with my cum and you push it to my face, turned on as I lick it clean. You force me to my knees and order me to clean the mess I’ve made on your cock, and ever the obedient servant I take you completely into my mouth, licking up every last bit of my cum on your cock. I’m a bit too good at my job, though, and you cum hard. I swallow every last bit, not wanting to make any more messes. I stand up and kiss you again, letting you taste your own cum, and you break away only to tell me that I’ve been promoted to full-time.
8) Is spanking or corporal punishment a part of your submission? Why or why not?
Not yet ;)
Master spanked me a little last time we got together, and he almost definitely will do it again next time. I wasn’t really into the idea at first but I’m actually finding myself looking forward to it.
For caning…I’ve seen a couple of porn videos where there’s been a bit of caning with a thin rod while the girl was tied up. I actually found it pretty erotic. It wasn’t hardcore enough to bruise her, just left a little bit of redness. I’d be okay with trying it, maybe. I wonder if there’d be any difference while wearing pantyhose…
Day 1: Dom, sub, switch? What parts of BDSM interest you? Give us an interesting in-depth definition of what that means to you. Basically define your kinky self for us.
I definitely prefer being submissive, although I can switch. Master and I have a pretty great D/s routine going (I’d say relationship but it’s not really the main focus of our relationship, i.e. we don’t do domestic discipline).
Bondage - yeah, I’m into it a bit. Mostly just being tied down in general, the specifics that most people get into - what’s being used for tying, the style and method, etc, that stuff doesn’t really interest me. I used to think I liked the idea of tying up my breasts but it doesn’t really hold any appeal for me anymore.
Discipline - I’m very picky about what I like and what I don’t like. Spanking, caning, and nipple clamps are all fair game. As far as pain goes that’s softcore to me. It’s the “hardcore” stuff like wax play and things like that where I go “okay, that’s too much, even for me”, haha. Also, I don’t like to be humiliated.
Sadism and Masochism - A little bit, I suppose. Again, I’m really picky. I like to be punished.
Other kinks I have:
- being covered in pantyhose, of course
- Choking (lightly!)
- being tied up/blindfolded
- rapeplay
- teasing (love it)
- forced orgasm or orgasm denial
Having it on my legs and tits were no new thing, but lately Master has taken to having me wear it on my head as well. I was unsure at first because it really creeps me out when I see pictures of people wearing it, and it still does. But once I tried it I actually came to like it a bit. It dulls your senses a little; you’re in your own little world of sex and nylon and in dulling your sight, your sense of touch just heightens.
Once I put it on, I wrapped the legs of the hose around my neck like a collar. Master ordered me to play with my clit and tits and keep my bullet vibe in my cunt and it was all too much so I came a little, but Master was generous enough to not punish me because I had been honest with him. But it got me wet enough to wrap my vibe in nylon as well. Although it once hurt (in a pleasurable way), it doesn’t feel the same after trying it with Master’s cock. Nothing compares ;)
I know that whenever I want him to cum all I have to do is start talking about how hot it gets and how much I love dressing up as his dirty nylon slut.
Before him, I never realized that clothing could be a sex toy. That fashion could be taken to a whole new level - a sexier albeit kinkier one. I never dreamed that I would enjoy wearing nylon on my tits or fucking myself with it or that I’d be fantasizing about him wearing it too, seeing his thick cock encased in nylon, straining to get free. He fucked me once with pantyhose wrapped around his cock and it felt amazing. It hurt so much (partly because it was a rougher texture and partly because it made him even thicker) and it felt so good at the same time. I’m dying to try it again.
Although this time I want to do even more, if possible. I want to be properly tied down with it, gagged as well, if my Master wishes it. I want to be teased with it, have it rubbed against my sensitive nipples and clit until I’m crying for Master to fuck me with his nylon cock. Begging for his cum all over my pantyhosed legs as a constant reminder of who owns me.
God I need to get off.