completelysexual:

Please?

The point isn’t to give her pleasure, not exactly. The point is to make her come. Her body is bound like a package for efficiency and to keep her exposed. “Helpless” doesn’t begin to describe it. “Helpless” implies the possibility of help.

Each time the timer clicks over he walks into the cell with the tool and gets to work. She writhed at first, squirmed, resisted, but these particular bindings provide plenty of handles and leave her nowhere to go. Each time he hauls her back to the center of the bed, switches on the vibrator, and gets to work.

She’s lost count, now, lost track of why they’re doing this or whether there was any point in resistance. The timer clicks and he walks in and uses the tool on her aching hot wet place and she comes. Not just once, either. She comes and comes until her pussy cramps, until she’s wrung out and sobbing for breath, until every nerve is throbbing and raw and her brain is too thick to think.

Eventually he turns the tool off and cranks the timer back up. She sags in her bonds, eyes unfocused, panting. He walks out, and she waits for fifteen minutes to tick by again.

completelysexual:

Ugh. Can I?

What you can’t see from this angle, of course, is that her gag is fitted with a ring in the front. Those other two toys? They’re part of the rotation: each one in turn gets stuffed first into her cunt, then (after what seems like a very long time) pulled out and shoved in her mouth, and finally into her ass before being run through the wash and having its batteries replaced. She’s been tied up this way for hours, in an impossibly arched position, and the cycle of use keeps her so wet that she can feel it running down her belly to drip from her breasts.

And every time she hears the footsteps behind her, she arches up again, offering her aching holes, hoping just maybe that she’ll get something better than a toy…

storieszlikes:

This doesn’t involve chairs in the way that I use them, but I like the self-teasing involved here.

You were thinking more something like this?

Taken from one of my favorite Kink shoots ever: Madison Scott and Matt Williams. I don’t even mind how obviously fake her breasts are.

randomkinkyness:

I wonder two things:

- how did she end up like that?

- what’s next?

Ashley crossed and recrossed her legs, trying not to let her nerves show. She still had a chance of getting out of this with her pride intact—it wasn’t like she was wearing any less than a bathing suit, really. She wouldn’t usually have a makeshift collar around her throat while lounging beside the pool, but that was just for decoration.

Of course it was.

He wasn’t a perfect card shark, she was certain, despite the fact that somehow most all the chips had ended up on his side of the table. She’d definitely held her own at the beginning, which was why he was bare-chested where he sat across from her, utterly at ease. She crossed her legs again. Dammit, was that her tell?

He dealt her card, his card, hers, his. He had an eight showing; she had a king. She peeked at the other and her heart skipped a beat: a ten. She had this one in the bag! She smiled a bit and sat back, tugging her skirt down a little. “Stay,” she said.

“Are you sure about that, Ashley?” he said.

“Come on,” she laughed, “I want to see how you win this one.”

“Easy,” he said. “You hit.”

“Why on earth would I do that?”

“Because,” he said, standing and walking to the side of the table to lean on it, “you’re wearing something of mine.”

She could feel the pulse in her throat where it met the tight strip of silk. “Mr. Jacobs—”

“Call me Sir, Ashley,” he said quietly.

His hand found the thin blade of the tie where it dangled down her back, and tugged it slightly. Ashley’s whole body responded to that; heat grew in her cheeks, her chest, between her legs. She bit her lip.

He held up the deck and slid the top card up a bit. “Now. What were you going to do this hand, girl?”

“Hit, Sir,” she whispered, her legs trembling against each other, hoping he’d make her lose the skirt next.

storieszlikes:

doctortease:

storieszlikes:

hey I had a bright idea.

since I can make myself orgasm

and I already have this oral fixation

why I don’t I just link the two

Do go on.

Well, I like orgasms (as evidenced by the existence of this collection), but they happen only during masturbation. I like sucking cock, but this, hitherto, has been done only when with a partner.

So now, whenever I am about to come during masturbation, I suck a dildo (and make it so that I orgasm /only/ when I have something in my mouth). The hope is to eventually come whenever I suck anything phallic — i.e. with a partner. Realistically, this will take many repetitions, which, surprisingly, isn’t all that daunting…

The only downside is that I can’t moan quite as loudly when reading anymore. I like moaning. It has a strong feed-forward effect.

There’s a fun story to be written just based on what you’ve explained there, I think. (I completely agree about moaning—it’s a contagious effect, at that.)

storieszlikes:

hey I had a bright idea.

since I can make myself orgasm

and I already have this oral fixation

why I don’t I just link the two

Do go on.

Man, I know that cattle prod. Anybody know which Kink shoot this is? She’s adorable.

ravishers:

Yup, those are some blue pants you got on.

Sorry to inform you, everyone, but this wins tumblr. Tumblr is over! It was fun. Good game.

samsdirtysecret:

I pick the one on the right, please.

Hooooly shit. Is it admitting too much to say that the character of Caitlin Fairchild is probably responsible for half the ways I’m kinked?  If you have any idea what the source of the right half of this pic is, I’d love to hear it.