Don't you love acronyms? FYI, that's Throw Back Thursday on Monday for Cock Worshiping Subs. This post is from a blog i used to have, long ago in a different lifetime. "Sir" was First Sir, the first Dom I called Sir. I'm curious to see how this post from 2010 lands with those of you … Continue reading TBT on M for CWS
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Phallic Symbols
i have some fascination with cock worship, both as a practice and as an academic topic. There's some really interesting material about cock worship as a religious practice in this article in Cracked, and maybe i'll talk more about that another time. But today, all of that is just to serve as lead in to this … Continue reading Phallic Symbols
Disrespect III
He is fucking my mouth, thrusting his cock deep, as i struggle to relax my throat and take him deeper. i think he is almost there - i can tell he is almost there - and he puts his hand on the back of my head, holding me steady while he pumps again - and … Continue reading Disrespect III
Disrespect II
"How many times," he asks, "Have we had a conversation about you not paying attention, or not focusing, or not being fully present?" Kneeling between his legs, with my ass still stinging from his belt, asshole plugged and a bit uncomfortable, for a second i think he's going to chastise me some more for not … Continue reading Disrespect II
i imagine (12)
{If you’re just starting to read now, here’s the beginning of this story. After that beginning, it’s all “i imagine” by the numbers.} Sir Martin's cock. i lick delicately around the head, tracing the rim with the tip of my tongue. i lick across the head with the flat of my tongue, looking up at … Continue reading i imagine (12)
i imagine (11)
{If you’re just starting to read now, here’s the beginning of this story. After that beginning, it’s all “i imagine” by the numbers.} We don't stop at the first dungeon, where i can hear laughter, and a moan, as we pass by. At the third door on the left, he turns, and i follow. This … Continue reading i imagine (11)
Tired
i'm tired - and this is real life, not a story. If it were a story, someone would help me manage my time. And there would be spankings involved. Perhaps orgasms even. But i digress. This is just me, feeling tired. It's been a long week - and it's only Wednesday. Another long day to … Continue reading Tired
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