Saturday, May 6, 2017

Sex is the Name of the Game

This subject matter is not for everyone so I suggest you read no further if you are sensitive to the subject of sex. I have a healthy interest in erotica as well as BDSM to an extent.This exercise is an inspired scene that developed in my head. I felt the need to write it out and so it is something I deem worthy to share.  I chose to focus on the idea of jealousy. So many find the relationship of sub and dom unhealthy. I find that the domination aspect can provide for a healthier relationship, depending on the submissive, because someone gives order to chaos, someone sets the rules. If you break the rules well, you must be punished. Please enjoy the read and, like a friend of mines might say, until next time deviants 😈.




"What I want to know is did you let anyone else enjoy your fruit?" The Domme questioned.

The Sub only moaned from the speed and impact of the two fingers inside her. She could not focus her mind beyond the wonderful sensation of the pounding against her walls.

"All I want is a simple yes or no," The Domme stated through steady breaths, The Domme's hand never slowing down.

"Yes!" Screamed The Sub as the fingers continued to pound furiously against her spot. The Sub was being punished and she knew it. The Domme already knew that The Sub had allowed someone else to enter her, but wanted to hear The Sub say it. Maybe wanted to punish The Sub for thinking she could even hide it. 

As the fingers entered The Sub over and over, increasing in fury, her moans became small yelps of pleasure in response to the penetrating fingers. By this time only the thumb was excluded from this brutal work.

"Then I will not reward you with my tongue," The Domme replied. "I will fuck you with my fingers until you come. Then I will continue to fuck you well after, until I no longer care to." The last part of the statement became a feral snarl and the fingers increased in speed. 

Another set of fingers creeped around the subs neck, tightening at her throat, cutting off her air flow. The Sub felt an elated sensation of pleasure as her oxygen  was slightly severed by the fingers closing around her neck. A thumb suddenly entered The Sub's ass as the other fingers pushed deeper inside. The combination created a wonderful sensation of fullness that The Sub craved ,and as the hand of her domme worked each hole, The Sub found that it was more pleasurable than anything else she could have imagined. Though she ached The Sub found she didn't want to stop. She couldn't even recall her safety word. 

This continued for some time, and even after The Sub came three times, and felt she could come no more, her domme did not relent. The ecstasy drained from The Sub and she came to realize her own bodies fatigue and unwillingness to continue, but even as The Sub grew tired, and faltered, her domme's restraints held her in place so that The Sub remained in position to take the brutal fucking. She cried, tears pouring out of her eyes from the exhaustion, too tired to make a sound, and just when she felt she could take no more she felt the speed decrease and the strokes become gentle. The fingers caressing The Sub's insides gently.

"Make sure you have learned your lesson well," said The Domme as she removed her fingers from inside The Sub. The Domme edged closer to The Sub's ear and whispered sternly, "You are mine."

For the Love of Diamond

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