Abigail was about ready to explode by the end of dinner. Her Master had taken her to the fancy new European-style restaurant that had communal seating, meaning he had been playing with her non-stop since the time they sat down to when he paid the check and escorted her into the car service back to his place. And he'd placed his bag on the floor between them, which meant her foot pressed against the aged leather as a constant reminder of what was to come.
When he opened the door, he reached under her dress and gave one pinch to her clit, and said, "Go into the playroom and strip."
She walked down the hallway on shaky legs toward the second bedroom that he had converted into his personal playroom. She unzipped her dress and stepped out of her heels. She folded the fabric and placed it on the chair in the corner and placed her shoes underneath it. Then she knelt at the foot of the bed and waited for her Master to come in.
I've been meaning to return to this blog ever since my last post here. Life got crazy and my only outlet for my kinkiness has been through my Tumblr. But since I learned that I made it as #88 on the Molly's Daily Kiss' Top Sex Blogger List of 2017, and John Brownstone of (LovingBDSM) requested I do a specific topic for Masturbation Monday. Sidenote: Kayla Lords of Loving BDSM made it to #1 on that list.
And now let's get down to business: my new Masturbation Monday story.
Helena was on Tumblr again, and growing wetter by the minute. She knew her professor had forbidden it, but she couldn't resist given she had already been horny the moment she woke up. And as her last class of the day, her attention wasn't fully there.
When class ended, a male classmate turned to her and said, "would you like to grab a coffee with me some time?"
She was about to answer when her professor's voice rang out sharply: "Helena, I need to speak to you. Now."
She shrugged apologetically and made her way down the auditorium stairs to her professor who eyed her with intense disapproval.
"You didn't follow orders. Pack up your things and come to my office."
When she arrived at his office, she wasn't surprised this time when he closed the door and locked it. His next order, however, did. "Strip."
She hesitated, but did as she was told.
She did, and he immediately pressed his erection against her lips. She opened her mouth, understanding the silent command.
He slid in and out slowly, completely stretching her mouth with his girth as he spoke. "I specifically told you Helena to not let me catch you misbehaving again. And what do I feel during my lecture?" He gripped her hair tightly as he pushed himself deep and held still. She whined at the pressure and focused on breathing through her nose. "My phone buzzing every single time your dirty little mind reblogged something on Tumblr." He pulled out, still hard, and pulled her to standing. He wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed slightly. "You directly disobeyed me, Helena. What should I do about that?"
Rose was ecstatic to be in New Orleans for her 21st birthday. Nothing like hitting Bourbon Street for your first legal drinking night. As her brother drove, searching for a place to park, her two cousins in the backseat were reminding her of the rules.
"Drink water in between drinks."
"Don't forget to eat."
"Don't accept any drinks from anyone but us."
She nodded to all of their demands. She knew they were just trying to protect her. As the only girl in the generation, everyone in the family was a little overbearing at times, but she knew it was because they loved her. It's not like she didn't know how high the danger of date rape drugs were. A girl in her class had been raped only a few months back. But that wasn't something she was going to dwell on. She was with family. They wouldn't let anything happen to her.
I'm someone who is very thorough when it comes to research. It's my Type A personality. I did spend 5 years researching and stewing before I got my first tattoo. And another 2 before my second one. With BDSM, I "jumped in" faster (I joined sites the same year I "discovered" BDSM), but I waited 2 years before ever actively posting on FetLife or looking for a Dom.
But in those long period of times, I also sometimes jump ahead with timelines during my research. When I was still writing my first novel (that I published—under my real, vanilla name) I was also researching marketing tactics—too bad I didn't actually have time to use any of those tips, I might be making more money now, if I had.
Anyway, I digress. I've read lots of articles about collars' meanings (e.g. the differences between a protection, consideration, training, ownership, and day collar). I've spent many hours scrolling through Etsy finding pretty collars (collars | day collars) and reading FetLife (and LovingBDSM) forums about where people get their own collars.
But I still have a few questions.
School didn't start for another day, but Helena found herself waiting outside her advisor's office on Labor Day. She wore her usual outfit of a plaid, pleated skirt and white blouse. Now, she wondered if she should have dressed more conservatively. She had always had a small crush on her advisor, and it seemed to grow as she got older. When he had taught her last semester, she spent almost as much time fantasizing about him as she did on her homework.
The door suddenly opened and she found herself face to face with the man who expanded her mind by day and starred in her dreams. He turned to let her pass. "Helena, please come in."
She walked into his office and sat in the chair in the corner and placed her bag on the floor. When she looked up, he was watching her. He closed the door and walked to his own seat behind the desk. He interlaced his fingers and leaned forward. "Do you know why I called you in here?"
She shook her head. "I'm not sure, sir. You didn't say in your email."
He turned his computer monitor toward her and she sucked in a breath. On the screen was her secret Tumblr account, filled with black and white images and gifs of her darkest desire: to be completely dominated by a man. She stared, unable to take her eyes away until her advisor said, "Do you think it is polite to be online during class?"
His tone made her eyes snap to his. "No—no, sir."
He stood up and came closer to her until he stood in front of her. "Your parents pay a lot of money for you to get your education. Do you think a good daughter would be wasting their investment? Especially when you want to study abroad this year. You should have been paying extra attention last semester so you would qualify."
Again, she replied, "No, sir." When he didn't say anything, she asked, "Am I expelled, sir?"
"No. But you must be punished for your disrespect."
She cast her eyes downward and tried to ignore how those words, especially said by him, made her throb between her thighs.
She has always had a love-hate relationship with summer. The season meant freedom from work, but the weather often was too hot to enjoy. When it was really hot and she was too stir crazy to stay inside with the air conditioner, she'd go to the beach.
Today was one of those days. She wore her favorite red bikini. It was by no means the sexiest suit being sold that summer, but it made her feel super sexy. And, if she was being honest, she also wore it because the hot lifeguard had complimented her on it the first time she'd worn it and had made his interest clear the other times she'd worn it by not taking his eyes off her as she swam or sunbathed. When she arrived, she set up her towel and blanket in the open spot near his station. Normally, it was filled and she wondered if he had saved it for her.
She looked up, expecting to see him, but it was a female lifeguard she hadn't seen before. She tried to ignore the twinge of disappointment and started walking toward the water. She was waist-deep when she felt something squeeze her thigh. She turned around and saw the lifeguard standing behind her. He winked. She smiled, but still said, "Don't sneak up on me, you scared me!"
"Sorry," he replied. He didn't sound it at all.
"Are you off duty today?"
"Yes. I'm moving away tomorrow and I wanted to enjoy my last day here on my own time."
"Where are you going?"
"Back home. Anyway, I just wanted to say I'll miss seeing you. You do look very enticing in that bikini."
He leaned closer. "It's a shame I never got to see what's under it." She felt a sudden need throb between her legs and clenched her thighs tighter together. He didn't seem to notice, and walked away.
She watched his retreating back and decided a swim would help her cool off. She dove under the water and started swimming. She pushed herself farther than usual, but stopped just short of leaving the safe distance from shore. She began to tread water. Watching the beach and people. Maybe the next lifeguard would be just as enticing. Or maybe she'd switch to a pool next summer. She was still debating between the two options when she felt something cold and slimy wrap around her thigh and squeeze. She tried to kick it off, but it only tightened around her. It wasn't a playful one like the lifeguard had given her. No, it was possessive and almost hungry.
If you listen to the LovingBDSM podcast, you already know that I got a shoutout at the start of today's episode (#95 "Aftercare") because I designed the graphics for the podcast's new merchandise (go buy it!). This is to say that I'm open to designing other projects (and they don't all have to be graphic design: I do HTML, CSS, transcribing, editing, and more). So, if you have any for me, drop me an email with "PROJECT:" at the start of your subject line.
I've been reading a lot about tasks for submissives, and I honestly can't wait to do a lot of them. I'll also highly recommend the Loving BDSM podcast on the topic (and just in general—I binged 16 episodes today). Submissives: What are your favorite tasks to do? Dominants: What are your favorite tasks to give?
I just stayed up way past my bedtime to go through every kink listed alphabetically on FetLife (although I'm still seeing other ones that weren't on that list) and added them to my profile as into/curious about/hard limit. And boy, is there a lot! And I know that there are still kinks I don't know of/don't know the names of. I will say that Submissive's Guide has a good collection of a bunch of links (the Google spreadsheet was pretty cool). But even those aren't fully comprehensive. So, I'm asking: do any of you know a website that lists every kink out there? If you know of one, please comment the link below. Thank you! And feel free to sound off on some of your favorite kinks ("common" or not).