Bad Bad Girl

Half Nekkid Twirling!

badbadgirlx — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 06:04:49 +0000

So last November at Hypergender Burlesque, I saw several women spinning nipple tassles. Big boobs, and small boobs- tassles were twirling and I decided that I wanted to learn.

At Christmas, Sir bought me a pair of tassles and I went to answerer of all questions: Twitter. I got some info on the easiest ways to do it.

Bounce.

Really, raise up and down on your heals fast, bouncing your tits up and down, and the tassles will spin. I think if your shoulders are back, the will spin outwards, and if your shoulders are forward, they will spin inwards. I haven’t figured out how to get them to go in the SAME direction, but I think it has something to do with bouncing on one leg. I’ve seen shoulder action and twirling one at a time, but you know… I am just happy to get it going.

So when I knew that Sir was going to throw me a little party, I figured that nipple tassles would be a lot of fun!!! I contacted the great people at Eden Fantasys and asked him to send me some tassles or any other sexy accessories. He went me the Showgirl Panty and Pasties Set and the Butterfly Pasties.

Showgirl Pasties

They are hilariously fun and a great ice breaker at parties. These pasties have a pretty decent cone to them and come with double sided foam tape. Really, the foam tape leaves a bit to be desired. If it goes on wrong, you have to peel it off your skin, but then it just doesn’t stick well again. We went through almost all of the tape between two sets and three girls. Above is me with the Showgirl Pasties.

I put the Butterfly Pasties on another partygoer who also gave them a whirl.

Butterfly Pasties

Look at em spin!!!! These ones are a bit more shallow of a point, and are softer. The butterfly is cute too and they also come in purple.

Lastly , another partygoer tried them out. She by far did the best, except by then we could not get the foam tape to work on one of the pasties. We didn’t get a good picture of her spinning both, but I did get her spinning the one. Besides, I really to show off how perfect those nipples are. And yes, I did manage to get them in my mouth!!

gratuitous tassle and nipple

Thanks to Eden Fantasys for sending these for the party. They were a lot of fun and I think everyone should learn how to twirl tassles. We all need a special talent we can show off at parties, right??

And some perfect Half Nekkid Thursday pictures!! Now go see Os to see who else is playing tonight!!!

The Next Level

badbadgirlx — Thu, 18 Mar 2010 01:57:11 +0000

I just got back from an amazing weekend with Sir. 5 days of submission, lovemaking, beating, fucking, cuddling and complete perfection. The more time we spend the more amazing things get- but at the same time, more questions are brought up.

Long distance relationships are tricky. I suspect they are never something that any two people PLAN to get in to, but sometimes it just happens. The internet makes long distance relationships possible. Things like chat clients, web cams, Skype, and text messages bridge the gap and sometimes make it seem a little less long distance. Sir and I can talk and look at each other every night, while we we are both working at our computers. We sit and have dinner, we read to each other, and sometimes we even fall asleep. We have intimate conversations, make important decisions and tell jokes. We used to have date nights, now it’s a rare night that we don’t turn on the webcam for at least a few minutes just to connect. We miss the touching, and the kissing, but we keep things interesting as best as we can.

Of course the biggest issue with this distance, is the physical connection. We both crave physical contact and while electronic forms of sex are good, it’s hard to replace the touch of each other. Also there is the issue of monogamy. Both of us fresh out of sex starved relationships where monogamy has not served us. From the very beginning we did not expect monogamy, and I have spoken before of my decision to be monogamous in the beginning months, all the while knowing it would not last forever. My own insecurities kept me from feeling comfortable with him playing in a D/s space or engaging in sexual activity with anyone else, although I know that both have occurred, each time resulting in me in tears and no decision on seeing other people.

Fast forward to now and our relationship has grown to, well, a relationship. We grow closer and closer and face many of our demons as together as two people 3000 miles apart can. I think we know each other better than many couples so early on- yet still there is that elephant in the room. And she’s not small or quiet. A few weeks back, Sir gently brought up the topic again. There’s never a good time to tell your long distance girlfriend that you want to throw a flogger on someone else’s back. Is there ever an easy way to say, “look- virtual blow jobs just won’t cut it forever”?

No, not really.

My Sir is nothing if not diplomatic and sensitive to my feelings. He hates to see me upset. It pains him to see or hear me cry. I knew that he was doing his best to bring it up and NOT bring it up at the same time. However, he had met someone he felt might be a nice fit. Not for him, but for us. Someone I would like, as a person and who respected our relationship. Someone who he felt didn’t want a full time Dom particularly, but someone to help her- someone to guide her back into the scene. Someone, who like me months ago, would simply give a damn about her well being. He felt she needed maybe someone to protect her from going out and finding a Douchebag Dom who would hurt her again. He also thought it would be nice to have someone to go to events with. I knew what he was getting at.

I also know me. I also know that no matter what, I struggle with feelings of jealousy. I get jealous when he is out having fun at kink events and I am here at home watching iC@rly with my kids. It doesn’t have to be a date, or sex. It simply is time spent without me. It’s irrational and I’m fully aware of it. I also know that throwing a flogger at someone, or even having casual sex does not mean he cares any less for me. I have been told by a few people close to him that he lights up when he talks about me. That it’s obvious how he feels about me. To be honest, I feel it. I know it. I trust it. It’s my own irrational fear. It’s a fear that I will not let control my life, fear that I will not let control my relationship.

“Sir- can I speak freely?” This is usually what I say when he needs to be braced for something ‘big’. I already had tears in my eyes when I told him, “I think it’s time that we start seeing other people.”

He looked at me a bit shocked, but I continued to speak, “I know this is what you want- and to be honest, it’s what I want too.” I wasn’t lying, or agreeing to something I didn’t really want just to please him. I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy, but I also knew that this is what would take us to the next level. You just can’t hold on so tight without risking it slipping out of your hands. ”I think it’s time, and I think it’s necessary. I think we need to get past this scary part so we can see what is on the other side. ”

So we talked and talked, and I cried, and I think he may have cried a little too. In the end we decided to move forward. See other people. We talked about our fears, his being more to do with my personal and emotional safety. Mine, honestly, being that he wouldn’t come back to me. That he would find someone else- and realize that loving me was too cumbersome when there’s a perfectly warm and available body 3000 miles closer than I was. Opening Up, by Tristan Taormino discusses jealousy as “an umbrella term for a constellation of feelings including, envy, competitiveness, insecurity, inadequacy, possessiveness, fear of abandonment, feelings unloved, and feeling left out.” (p. 156) I think for me envy is a big one. Someone else gets to spend time with Sir, when I don’t. The last three are more things I’m afraid of feeling. I don’t feel abandoned, unloved, or left out- but I’m afraid to. None of these things are actually happening yet.

So we talk, we research, and write our own book. @SilverDayDreams has wisely advised me that “the books don’t get it right for everyone, so you write your own.” So we negotiate. We have boundaries. We have rules of engagement. Even a written contract. It seems weird, but one thing I love about protocol is that it’s there to protect us all.

Before I decided to get divorced, I approached my husband with the idea of non-monogamy. I felt I could get my sexual needs met and still be dedicated to that relationship. I believed in non-monogamy. I believed in polyamory. I was also in a non-loving relationship. So while I believed in the ideals behind it, it was a very non threatening idea for me and required a small amount of sacrifice on my part. Well, now it’s time for me to put my money where my mouth is.

In my next post I will talk about our first experiments with this next level, and how we are exploring. However, what I can tell you is that so far is has made us closer. It has opened both his heart and mine to another level of love, trust, intimacy and exploration. This relationship deserves both sacrifice AND compromise. Not just sacrifice and certainly not just him sacrificing his needs for my irrational insecurities.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t expect that this will be easy, and I don’t claim that knowing he will be with other women, in a D/s space or in sexual activity is going to be a walk in the park for me. As a matter of fact I have no doubt that there will still be lots of fearful and teary nights. I just know that I will get through them. The only way to deal with fear is to face it, deconstruct it and walk through it.

I also have every intention to go out, but Sir does not seem as concerned about it as I am. I feel confident that I can be with other people and it won’t change a thing about how I feel for Sir. He feels confident that he can be loving and care for many, but still just LOVE me. Still, I have my fears (however irrational they may be), however, I am willing to try. I’m willing to test my comfort zone and let him come back to me at the end of the evening and assure me. This new level, of trust, intimacy, and openness made him more sure than ever. Sure that he loves me, sure that I’m his best girl.

It’s a good place to be and even though it’s a little scary, I’m not alone.

The Daddy Issue: Sexualizing Abuse

badbadgirlx — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 03:20:05 +0000

Crossposted from EdenCafe

Part 1 here -The Daddy Issue.

A popular TV show that discusses the topic of sex offenders suggests that victims of molestation are groomed to it. That they are led to trust their molesters to the point that they feel it was their own fault. I can’t be sure that I’m any more or less damaged for acknowledging my sexual trauma. Knowing myself though, I knew I would need to go through something to deal with it. Not just a mental acknowledgement but something physical and tangible.

The belt was a hard limit. After being belted for the last time by my step dad, I vowed to never let anyone ever hit me with a belt again. Strangely, since the realization that he in fact DID feel me up when I was drunk, I began to have fantasies about being belted. It’s the only real trauma I have ever really claimed to have as a child. I was 12, too old for the belt, and it was excessive punishment for stealing $5. It was not right, to be 12 years old, and having to pull down my pants and lay down on a bed so my mother’s husband could beat me. It was even more disturbing to know that the night before I was lying across his lap while he rubbed my bare back.

I remember feeling fear and a loss of control. It made me feel small, and worthless. My parents had always spanked- but this was the first time I truly felt that I had been beaten. I remember screaming. It was fear, true fear. I wonder now what he was thinking, but really I don’t want to know.

So somehow in my mind, I needed to face this. I wanted to face him somehow. Be in control. When my Dom and I would talk about fantasies and the things that make me hot- the belt always comes up. I don’t know much about sexualizing abuse. It seems twisted, but the belting seems more significant. It’s my last grudge. I feel that I have to face it. I have to face the belt.

At the play party we went to, Sir had me on the whipping rack. It was our second time on the rack that night, and the first time he had just caned me. By this time, the party was in full swing, and we were relaxed and having a wonderful time. He took the belt and threw it over the rack, so it hung in my face. A mind fuck. I’d known he had it with him, I’d asked him if he would bring it. We had talked about it, and I only needed to tell him when I felt ready. So earlier in the evening, I’d picked it up out of his toy box and handed it to him. No words were spoken.

Leaning over this padded A frame I felt the bouncing of the cane on my ass and thighs. Each strike getting stronger and faster. My moans increased and decreased with his speed. It goes from a quick whack to a sharp sting. Again and again and again, harder and harder. Whackwhackwhackwhackwhack until I was standing on my toes and my moaning became a high pitched screaming plea.

He stopped and reached for the flogger. It came down on my back and shoulders. I moaned and curled my toes into the baseboard. The flogger on my upper back and shoulders is a heavenly thuddy pain. It’s a more heavy pain that with repetition starts to burn. It’s a hot burn that melts into my hungry skin.

When I opened my eyes, the belt was no longer hanging in front of me. I knew it was coming. I was ready. I could face this. I was horny and wet. I was safe with my Dom. I could stop at any time. I didn’t have to be afraid. It was pain, and pain was my safety. Pain was cathartic and freeing. It wasn’t about punishment here. It wasn’t about $5, or about the fact that my step dad overpowered me. He wasn’t here to tell me I was a whore for letting my 13 year old boyfriend touch my breasts. He can’t hurt me anymore. Never again.

I felt it touch my skin. The thick leather rubbed across my ass. I breathed slow and heavy. He leaned against my skin, my sore red skin.

“Are you my little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered. It was the first time we’d used these names all night. He was making me feel safe. He was reminding me that I was safe. I needn’t come out of my headspace. I was safe and he would protect me.

The first lick came across one cheek. I gasped out loud. My subspace vanished almost instantly. My body tensed. My eyes opened wide and welled up. Helpless and afraid. Oh God.

The second lick came across both cheeks. I heard his voice. I saw his face. I remembered his tirade of insults. You fucking little slut. You are good for nothing.

“Pet?” I looked down to see Sir in front of me. His eyes were concerned, he was touching my face. I blinked my eyes and long rows of thick tears ran down my face. “Oh Baby,” he whispered, “Baby, we need to stop.”

“No!” I cried out. I wiped the tears away. I couldn’t let it be this way. I could not let him win. “I’m ok. I’m not afraid.”

He kissed me, “Pet- you don’t have to. You decide. YOU decide. I’m here now and he can’t hurt you ever again.”

I nodded, wiping away my tears, “Please… I’m fine Sir.” I am not sure why I forced myself to continue. I needed it though. I needed to walk through this fear, and turn it into pleasure. I needed to prove to myself that he hadn’t broken me. That he hadn’t changed who I was to become. That I was not affected by what he did. That he didn’t abuse me. He didn’t molest me. He didn’t hurt me.

I knew that Sir was uncertain, but he knew why I needed it. He was cautious and I heard his voice cracking when he said, “Ok Pet. But look at me. Good girl. You decide.”

I braced myself against the rack and felt the next strike. It was harder than the last two, coming down across my cheeks. I felt like I was being stabbed. The tears poured from my eyes, it was happening again. My step dad, that son of a bitch, was haunting me. He was laughing at me. I could hear him.

The last lick connected with my flesh, and somewhere from within my soul I cried out, “Daddy, please No!”

He was at my side immediately. He cradled my face, and hugged me, “Oh my baby, my girl. It’s ok now. It’s me. I’m here.” He comforted me, and guided me to the chair. He sat down and pulled me into his lap where I curled into his arms and sobbed. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I thought I could… I thought…. I wanted to…”

He quieted me and hugged me tight, “Oh baby….” his voice was like a blanket, “You are safe with me. You are my girl now. I will protect you.”

He held me for a long time, kissed my cheeks and wiped away my tears. Maybe I was not ready yet to face that demon. Maybe it was too soon. Then again, maybe I will never be ready. Perhaps I will never be able to face the belt.

Maybe he DID change who I was to become.

I can’t change that back. I can only decide where I go from here but it’s up to me. I decide.

Patina from Cal Exotics

badbadgirlx — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 15:27:14 +0000

I love rabbit vibes. Love them. Unfortunately most of them are jelly. Now I don’t mind jelly, but I know that many people only use phthalate free toys which can often make the rabbit style vibes less of an option. Cal Exotics has created this rabbit style vibe called the Patina.

What I liked: The material is very nice, high quality silicone. There is no weird jelly smell. It curves at the tip and has ridges to help with g-spot stimulation. It makes small shaft rotations which also adds to the gspot stimulation. Most (not all) rabbits do not have the gspot curve AND shaft rotation. This did stimulate my gspot very well. The clitoral stimulator had very nice seamless ears. They were not pokey. Even my favorite rabbit does have ears that feel pokey. The Patina does not. When I use my rabbits, I usually bend the ears forward so the back of the bunny ears rest against my clit. This vibe made that very easy and had very good vibration going through to the ears.

The power buttons were nice. The have separate buttons for the vibration and the rotations. There is a serious of the usual vibrations patterns, low- medium- high- pulsate- graduate- etc… They are very nice and just enough to make me want more. The rotation is not very wide, but the g-spot curve helps with that. Then there is one button that simply turns it off- this is a good feature.

How it could be better: Honestly, it could be bigger. It’s a small thin shaft. I like to have the nice full feeling with my rabbits- however, this wasn’t BAD.

As a rabbit for a beginner, I think this is a good rabbit style vibe. It has a very nice humming vibration and will not jolt your clit out of place. The gspot curve is nice and the silicone makes it a firm but flexible dildo.

Thanks to CalExotics for letting me try this out. Their new Couture Collection is quite impressive!

The Daddy Issue

badbadgirlx — Sat, 06 Mar 2010 17:06:28 +0000

This is crossposted at EdenCafe also.

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I’ve been carrying the dirty secret around for so long I didn’t realize it was a secret. It was buried down so deep that it didn’t even hurt. Something I never really wanted unearthed, and I am not sure what the benefit is of the realization, but knowing is always better than not knowing, or so I’m told.

It was in the midst of some Daddy/little girl play with Sir that I realized it. I think somewhere I had always known, but I covered it up somehow. I made jokes about it, “I’m almost certain he was inappropriate with me at some point.”

So now I’m 38, but my character, my little girl, is maybe 12. At this moment I’m in a cute white skirt and a button down shirt and we are playing out a little fantasy that we have both discovered. He says, “let me help you with your shirt, baby…”

The visual comes to my mind, as if a flashback in a movie. It happened in slow motion in my head, I could see my bra coming off. Through my arms. I could see the dark shadow of my my bra slipping through my fingers and by the light of the TV. Then he was doing it. He was rubbing my breasts. Yes. I remembered it. Then in a flash, it was gone—and here I am, playing out this fantasy. I blinked it away.

This was a new mental playspace where I had no rules and no knowledge. It was hot, it was edgy, and so arousing for us both. Even in the dark of it, we played in the safety of our trust for each other. Daddy isn’t a “father figure” but merely a trusted grownup and I’m certainly not a little girl. This is no different than the school teacher and naughty student, or the lonely housewife and the UPS driver. This is safe play with someone I trust.

“Are you sure this is ok?” I ask as he unbuttons my blouse, “I won’t get into trouble?”

“No sweetheart,” he says pulling my blouse off of my arms, “but it’s best that you don’t tell anyone. It will be our little secret.”

It wasn’t really a secret that I would sit with him in the dark. I had been doing it since I was very young. Sneaking into the living room where he would be up late, watching TV long after mom had gone to bed. I would sit with him in the dark and watch TV. It wasn’t a secret, but I guess I never did tell anyone. He never told me not to, I just never did. It was our special time. I got to stay up late and watch TV with him. Besides, it was the only time he was really ever nice to me.

“Ok, I won’t tell. Can I have another piece of candy?”

“Of course, why don’t you sit here on my lap and I’ll help you with your shirt.”

It was a vague memory. I was in high school and I had come home drunk. My first time drunk. He opened the bathroom door and saw me throwing up. He didn’t say anything except, “clean up and you can sit with me on the couch.” This is when it happened. I was laying on the couch next to him. Floating in and out of conciousness in a Bud Light haze. And he was rubbing my stomach, and then he said, “You should take this off.” Then he took it off. Then he was rubbing my breasts.

We played this scene all day until we were both spent and exhausted. Afterwards, we spoke quietly, debriefing, caring for each other, coming back to reality. I told him about the flash that I saw and he encouraged me to talk about it. I was cautious, but let the words come out. Words I had never spoken before. Recently, I had read that many people who are sexually compulsive/addicted have experienced some sort of sexual trauma. I don’t believe in repressed memories, especially when it comes to abuse. It’s so uncertain, I think you can be conditioned to believe things that didn’t happen. I wanted to believe that I was making this up, but I know I wasn’t.

“The weird thing about it is that he really didn’t like me very much,” I told Sir, “He was very mean to all of my siblings but it seemed as if he especially disliked me.”

I told him in great detail how he would constantly berate me. As I got older and started dating, the berating became more personal. He would call me a slut and a whore. When he found out I was sexually active, he threatened to kill my boyfriend. He would always make dirty jokes, comment on my body, and say that I dressed like a tramp. He almost acted—jealous.

Even when we would fight and argue during the day—at night, if I couldn’t sleep I’d come out and sit with him on the couch and we’d watch TV. We didn’t really talk much, I’d just soak up the attention he gave me. Acceptance from the only father figure I had. He’d rub my back, and stroke my hair. And I’d lay on the couch, across his lap with my head on a pillow on the other side of his legs.

That memory came back a little more harshly. Along with the realization that at this time, I was a developed teenager and unaware that walking around in half shirts and panties in front of my step dad was a problem. He never said anything, of course NOW I know why. A feeling came over me like rotten meat. ”Oh God—It’s no wonder he hated me. I was this bitchy moody slutty teenager during the day and at night I’d come crawling on his lap.”

“You didn’t know any better,” Sir assured me—but no, I did. I certainly should have, “You wanted love and attention and he was giving it to you. He was your dad, since you were very young. He was the adult, he was wrong. He manipulated you. He made you long for a loving father, then pretended to be that, so he could abuse you. ”

I cried and sobbed. I was not sad or angry that my step-father felt me up. I have no memory of how many times he did it. For all I know, it was just the one time. However I do recall him taking off my bra on more than one occasion.

“You shouldn’t sleep with your bra on, it’s not good for you,” he would tell me. Of course—I was told by my friends that if I didn’t sleep with it on, my boobs would stop being perky. So I always slept with it on, except the nights I would sit with him. Those nights, I’d let him take if off of me.

That doesn’t seem as significant as the rest although on it’s own it’s enough to make any parent cringe. The fact that somewhere the innocent little girl sitting with her dad turned into a little less innocent teen being manipulated. He was sexualizing me and I was accepting what I thought was love and affection. His own health issues had long since taken away his ability to have sex with my mother, so he turned his attention to me. The little bitch who openly hated him to my siblings and my mother, but who climbed into his lap several nights a week. Shaking her teenage ass in his face and somehow thriving in his inappropriate but unnoticed advances.

“You’re safe now,” Sir told me, taking me into his arms and holding me tight. ”I’m so sorry, baby.”

Yes, so was I. This opened up a whole new level of issues.

Daddy issues. Seriously.

Going the other way- HNT

badbadgirlx — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 15:20:54 +0000

I took these pics last night and sent them to Sir to approve. He immediately started singing a song I’d never heard before about this woman’s backside. Now I don’t think I look as good going the other way as SHE does, but I still appreciated the connection. (There’s a link at the bottom to the song from the 60’s by the Limelighters).

(click)

Vikki turn your back on me
Come on darlin’ just for me
‘Cause there is something so appealin’,
that your eyes are not revealin’!

Oh, Miss Dougan, you’re for me!

Other girls who approach me,
Are beautiful, gorgeous and gay!
But you’re so gosh darn more inviting
Going the other way!

Vikki baby you move me,
In those far-out clothes!
But don’t it get chilly flyin’ home at night
When that cold cold tail-wind blows?

Vikki baby, you rock me,
Without you I’m bereft!
I’m hynotized by those crazy eyes,
And that callipygian cleft!

(click)

The Limeliters — Vicki Dougan

Now the outfit is a floor length sheer gown, that actually looked quite flattering on me- but my favorite part was the back that laced up a little but, but then scooped WAY DOWN. If you click the second picture, you’ll see why this was Sir’s favorite picture. What do you think??

Lingerie provided by Eden Fantasys

A Dazzling HNT!

badbadgirlx — Fri, 26 Feb 2010 05:48:15 +0000

I learn so many interesting things on Twitter. Like today, I heard about Vajazzling.

What is THAT you ask. Well, it’s bedazzling your vag.

click to go to the article.

It’s kinda pretty right? And it would go really well with the crystals I got from EdenFantasys. Ok, they are not swarovski crystals, but they are ‘dazzly’!!

What would I call that, “boobdazzling”?

Happy HNT!!

Four Sentences of Rough Sex

badbadgirlx — Thu, 25 Feb 2010 01:37:07 +0000

Occasionally Sir gives me homework. It’s often writing assignments, as he likes to see my writing fiction. It’s nice to know that he likes my writing. This one was harder though. Four sentences of rough sex. Actually I think it was ‘violent sex’. I decided to put it to twitter to see what I got back. The first response missed it and just gave me 4 words, but I challenged myself to then use HIS four words to write MY four sentences. I got back a few responses, so I shared them below and mine is the last one. If I have any more fun homework assignments, I will continue to share them on twitter.

Twist. Stroke. Smack. Spit. @raveninnyc

I was breathing hard as he threw me against the wall. He ripped off my panties and slipped his fingers in deep. as I came all over his hand he shoved his cock deep inside me. He then spanked me & fucked me till I fell to the ground smiling @lucyvonne11

Anticipation, fear, or surprise? The explosion of power overwealms and sharpens the experience. …Lust, mixed with love, become drive toward a heady brew of flesh, sweat, and exhaustion. …Satiation leaves yearning, but without energy to act. @Ze_Witness

On the floor slut! Don’t you look at me! Ass in the air! You are my fucktoy, don’t ever forget it! @saynine

Don’t you dare cum without permission. I will slap you so hard you will see stars. Put your hands down! I will tell you when you can move cunt! @saynine

I had her up against the cold concrete wall, forearm pressed against her shoulders. I leaned into her, snarling as I sunk my teeth into her shoulder. One hand with a fistful of her hair, I pushed her skirt up, panties down with the other. I reached through her legs and grabbed her pussy, squeezing it until she cried out in pain. @butchtastickyle

My back scraped and pressed against the wall, his hand that wasn’t wrenching my hair (oh god just pull a little harder please ffffffuuuuck) pushing up on my ass, his combined efforts lifting me. A nearly-silent yelp escaped around the ballgag between my lips as he thrust into me with no preparation. He chuckled at my whimpers, plunging himself into me while forcing me to look straight at him. “That’s my beautiful girl…” @HouseWench

The nipple clamps were tight and connected by a chain that wrapped around my neck, causing them to pull and twist. My only hope was that a stroke of the flogger from my Master would eventually knock one of them free. He stopped and stepped closer, only to slap my face and pussy before reaching for the flogger again. Unfortunately the gag in my mouth kept me from making any noise, but the spit running down my cheeks let him know that I was struggling. @badbadgirlx

e[lust] #8

badbadgirlx — Wed, 24 Feb 2010 03:18:31 +0000

HNT Courtesy of Blue-Eyed Vixen

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~ This Week’s Top Three Posts ~

This Isn’t Play. . . BDSM and Rape – The very basic principle that we hold so dear in BDSM play, “Nothing without consent” seems to stand in stark contrast to a very common form of play, “Rape Play”.

Half-Full – When I get my ass beaten, is it as much for the sensation as it is for the “Good girl…I knew you could take that for me.” that I want so badly at the close of the scene?

House Party Part 2 -His wife walked by at one point and he cryptically asked her to “do what she did to so-and-so earlier”. His wife disappeared behind me, but I felt her hands touching me and his cock as it entered me.

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Backseat Orgasms - We kissed lightly and without focus, both a sensual act and maddening at the same time. More, I needed more. In a blur I was on my knees on the seat, straddling his leg, his mouth latched onto one nipple and his fingers hunting for the key to undoing my dress pants.

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Are You Watching Me? – A plan of devious proportions begins to form. Before this is over with, I will have forced you into a corner…forced you to act…forced you to give ME what I want.

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