not so sweet secrets

yourbadgrrl:

Don’t worry, naughty girl, he’s done with the belt. But he hasn’t even started with the paddle…

(via blackgarter)

(via vrbw)

(via scentofslave)

(via suckerloveisheavensent)

mercurycitymeltdown:

How does it feel, waiting over the pillows?  Are you embarrassed?  Perhaps you are. After all, lying with your bare bottom in the air is not a natural thing to do.  At least only I will see you though - there is no audience.  I wonder how you would feel if there were?  Now there’s an idea for next time.

Your panties are still where I left them; that’s good.  Exactly where I left them as you stood before my chair.  Lowered to expose your cunt to my gaze. Lowered and left just there, round your thighs.  So you can feel them there as a reminder that they are no good to you now. They cannot hide your modesty digging into your thighs, can they?  I enjoyed watching you go down the hallway, bottom swaying, hobbled by your panties.  Off to my room, as instructed.  Good girl.

And now you wait, and wonder.  As you hear my footfalls in the hallway, I wonder what runs through your mind?  Fear?  Probably not, you know you’re safe.  Well, you’re safe; your bottom on the other hand….

So maybe pensive thoughts. Wondering. What will I do with you?  You were fairly disrespectful earlier. And a girl should know her place, shouldn’t she?

As my suited frame enters the room, you notice the usual belt that holds up my suit pants is missing.  Replaced by my favourite, worn out, brown leather belt.  Somehow you don’t think it will be staying in my pants for long.  You are familiar with this belt; its cruel caresses, especially when the tip of the leather steals in for a kiss of your bare little cunt. Ow!

But more worrying is what I hold in my hand.  What is it?  It looks like ginger - but peeled into a finger?  With the knobbly bit left on the end?  NO.  NO fucking WAY!

You aren’t going to stand for this are you?  But somehow you stay there, in position, as I come and sit on the bed.  Your breath is shorter now, as I talk coolly about my plans for you.  For your bottom.

You look at my suit pants, my shirt.  My big leather belt.  The authority of it all makes you shiver a little.  Makes you feel small.

How does it feel, waiting over the pillows?  As I sit behind you, and prise apart your bottom cheeks with my left hand?  I can see all of you now.  Every private little place you ever had, now on display, crudely.  So, so humiliating.  So why is your cunt throbbing, dripping, giving you away?  I can see your puffiness and it makes me grin like the cat that got the cream.

Now you tense as I explain why the ginger has no lube - you won’t get the benefit if there’s a barrier.  So I’ve dipped it in cool water and now I’m nudging it there - and slowly pushing it into your bottom!  You moan as it slides home and the heat starts to build inside you.  So stingy!  You whine and complain, but I start the timer. Five minutes this first time, I tell you.  Surely not!  

I shush you and pet your hair, telling you you only have four and half minutes to go.  But it burns!  And you whine and complain even more.

I casually undo my belt and draw it from the loops.  From somewhere outside your ginger-infused cosmos, you hear something about ‘…give you something to whine about’ and the first white hot stripe lays across your bottom.

A belting?  While you’re trying to process this inner struggle?  Yes indeed.  For my pleasure and mine alone.  I like to have you like this, under my hand.  I’m straining at my suit pants, precum dribbling from me as I swish the belt across the top of your thighs.

With your thighs and bottom painted red, I’m back, petting your hair, growling to you that you don’t have long to go now.  You are begging to have the ginger out of your ass, but I’m steadfast in my task.  You will stay the course.

At the five minute mark, your feet are drumming on the bed and you are wailing.  I tell you to relax as I slowly take it out of you.

The burning has slowed.  Later it will be a pleasant warm sensation.  This will be accompanied by a pleasant warm sensation of my hard cock in your sopping wet cunt, as I hold your hips tight and pound you into the pillows.

How does it feel, waiting over the pillows?  With my cum splattered all over your sore bottom and lower back?  Not so bad, you reason, though had I let you cum it would have been a whole lot better.  Perhaps next time, I will.

(via suckerloveisheavensent)

fringeofdarkness:

On The Power of Words.

I am very straightforward in my enjoyment of a girl’s largest erogenous zone. It lies between her ears, not her legs.  And I take special delight in fucking a girl’s mind long before I touch her body.  

Words are my implements.  Inflection, tone, volume, nuance, and intensity comprise my technique.  If I am effective in wielding these implements, I will be able to make a sapiosexual submissive cum with the sound of my voice alone.  Of course, I extract infinitely more pleasure from the experience if I am able to consummate a mindfuck with a real fuck - down and dirty, deep and full, driving and hungering.

Consider the photo above.  Any good Dominant can position a girl in this manner and use her for his pleasure.  But to bring the moment to an intense crescendo and  a shuddering, powerful climax (or ten), consider the enhancements made with the power of words.  

Imagine, if upon entering the room, I take her by the throat (to direct - not choke) and pin her against the wall, whispering only three words.

“Not a sound.”

Then imagine me fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and running my fingers over her soaking wet cunt lips.  

“Mmmmm……goood girl.  You look and feel beautiful tonight.”

I would strip her clothes from her body, leaving only her garter, hose, and fuck-me heels.  After spinning her around, I would grab a handful of her hair, press her face against the wall, and spank her ass a few times to bring her into 100% focus.

And then I would whisper, in her ear, allowing her to feel my body heat on her cheek, but never touching….

“You belong to me, girl.  I am going to blindfold you, tie you against the bottom of the bed frame, bend you over the top, ass high, ankles spread, and hands tied and stretched taut.  I am going to lube your ass, and leave you in this position until I see your cunt juices dripping on the floor.  If you do not drip, I will flog your ass until you do.  

Once you are dripping, I will fuck both your holes whenever I crave pleasure.  I might relax, watch a movie, read a book, or enjoy a glass of wine.  But whenever I crave one of your holes, I will come and fuck you.  

You will remain here until I am sated.  You will not say a word. Your ordeal might last an hour, or it might take the entire evening.   And you will not cum unless I am pleased with you and grant you climax.  If you are a very good girl, you will have more opportunities to sing to me. Do you understand, girl?”

Appreciate the power of words in the dance on the fringe of darkness.  Revel in their control, and fall into them.  Indescribable pleasure awaits those who do.

Caption © Fringe of Darkness, 2012
Image - property of photographer

yourbadgrrl:

“You do this on purpose, don’t you, YBG?” he laughed as he removed his belt. This was a game he had to admit he enjoyed a bit too much…

Of course I do…

housewifeswag:

this would be a nice way to greet me in the morning.

Yesss.

(via waitingformydaddy)

vrbw:

devifemme:

liaisonsdangereuses: “I like the position but not the handcuffs.  I love silken scarfs [to tie up a girlfriend] and I know you do as well, that’d be great…”

Justine here — contrarily, I DO like the cuffs here. Scarf’s okay, in a pinch…

I sent the scarf for this reason.