1. How anal some of the moderators are.
Some of them just utterly delight in powertripping all over your face and taking their job WAY too seriously.
I’ll give you an example – I asked a question which was “describe subspace using only adjectives” in the “Ask a Submissive” forum. My thread got closed because apparently there was a sticky that covered this. There wasn’t! The closest sticky I could find was “What makes you submissive?” What in the actual fuck? How is that moderation? So we’re not allowed to discuss any of the topics that are sticked at all, despite the fact that some of the “stickies” are no more than 2-3 lines or don’t go into any detail or are total dogshit? What the fuck is the point of having groups then? Why not just sticky everything? Why bother having a forum for OPEN DISCUSSION?
2. Kinky & Popular
When’s the last time you saw an attractive male on K&P? When’s the last time you saw something you could even vaguely classify as “kinky” on K&P? I’m not talking about selfies of naked chicks in front of their bathroom mirrors or a picture of some chick in a corset. I mean, really? That’s the best the fetish community can come up with? All that does is prove to me that Fetlife is full of vanilla guys.
If you don’t worship or pay tribute to some of the more popular people or agree with everything that they say, no matter how fucking retarded, then you instantly get shot down by everyone around you. It bothers me that people in the fetish community can be so narrow-minded… I mean, c’mon, learn to think for yourself… at least sometimes form your own opinon?
4. Private Messages
I made a whole post about this once, where, I get submissive guys messaging me without bothering to first read my profile. I’m cool with the people who are like “oh hey, nice profile, bla bla bla whatever, just being friendly”. That’s fine. It’s the guys that are like “oh hey, im a sub, want to be my domme?” Well actually, no, you fucknugget, I really really don’t. My profile clearly states that i’m in a monogamous relationship. Is it so hard to believe that a domme might be satisfied by having one submissive?
5. The interface/layout
It’s so terrible, outdated and awkward and despite being a supporter and giving them lots of money, it still has the most horrifically arcane interface I’ve ever had the displeasure of encountering.
Last night was a tantalising mix of orgasm denial and forced orgasm. The evening started with a slow, lazy relaxing shared bath. I had it ready for him coming in from work. We sat there and soaked, had a smoke and drank some tea. After that I prepared a strange dinner of crepes, bacon and vanilla icecream – it was Pancake Tuesday so that had to be honoured. Afterward we cuddled up on the couch and watched and spent the evening watching Better Off Ted (season 1, which I’d totally recommend) and having a smoke. We ambled down to bed at around midnight and cuddled / chatted for a bit.
My hands started wandering, as they always do when I have a lovely naked man in my bed. I began stroking him ever so slowly and softly. I told him that I wanted to use him tonight and that I wouldn’t be letting him cum for a few days. He grew harder at the prospect and lay there moaning as I brought him up to orgasm over and over again, stopping just before he couldn’t handle anymore. I decided to have one myself so I fucked him for a little bit until I came.
Afterward I held him for another while and began teasing him again, bringing him close to orgasm then stopping. He came so very close, so many times, while i used so many different techniques. One of my favourite techniques to use is getting him so horny that merely rubbing his cock with one hand, without gripping, is enough to almost send him over the edge. Without warning, I sped up and he exploded in my hand. He’d had a rough day, I wasn’t going to let him go to sleep without a nice orgasm.. He is my little pet afterall.
So, let me tell you a little bit about Valentine’s Day. I haven’t written anything in ages – sometimes I just don’t get the urge to write and I figure it’s best waiting until I am in the right mood for it.
I left work a little earlier than usual and got a lift up to the city with two of my work colleagues, we picked my pet up along the way. We sat in the back holding hands as we grew closer to our destination. We got dropped off pretty close to the hotel and ambled over, checked in and headed up to the hotel room. At first, the keycard wouldn’t work on the door so he had to go downstairs and get another. We were up on the 11th floor. When we finally got into the room, we were first taken aback by how absolutely massive it was! Huge comfy bed, big flatscreen tv, bath and shower, really fancy decor and very fabulous. As you can imagine, the view over the city from the 11th floor was breathtaking.
We decided on getting a room service dinner and ordered one. While we were waiting, I went and had a really relaxing bath. The food took a while to arrive, and when it did it wasn’t exactly what I ordered and wasn’t the hottest, but it was tasty enough. We gobbled it down and watched a bit of TV while we were waiting on foods to go down. He had a shower and we got dressed up, went downstairs for a smoke and then into the cocktail bar for a drink. We had the most fabulous strawberry daqcuris, made with fresh strawberries and loads of crushed ice. It was like an orgasm in my mouth. We sat there chatting for an hour or so as we drank and it was just so nice to be out with me and him. We were a bit worried that he might get turned away from the fancy cocktail bar for wearing jeans but it turned out, a load of other people were there in jeans so it was grand. After drinks and smoke, we headed back up to the room.
My big surprise was pending and I got really excited. I went into the bathroom to change into the little outfit that I’d bought. It was a red and black satin chemise with a lace top. It looked pretty nice on. He went into the bathroom to change too and came out in the most gorgeous little pink dress with a frilly corset/petticoat and white stockings. He’d brought heels up too but the carpet was too thick to wear them. I couldn’t stop staring at him, he’d went to all this effort just for me and he looked like divine. I sat there for a while just taking in the little character that he’d created for me. This sweet, innocent, naughty little pet who wanted to be played with, who wanted to be tied up and teased and fucked. That wasn’t the end of the surprises though, he produced a brand new strapon for me with a much bigger jelly dildo than my previous one (which also came with a spare dildo) and also a set of vibrating nipple suction cups. I felt my body tingle and butterflies in my stomach. What did I do to deserve this perfect creature?
I lay down beside him and we kissed, my hands wandered over his body exploring every part of his new costume and the perfect little body underneath. He’d not been allowed to orgasm for two whole days. Two days that I’d spent teasing him and edging him and now here he was, once again, at my mercy. He had his chastity device on underneath his outfit still, he’d worn it for most of the day. I told him to go and take it off, and he did so. He came back with a grin on his face and lay down on the bed beside me again. I put him onto his knees so that I could take in the full view of his layers of frilly petticoat coupled with his perfect little ass. He was obedient, bending to every position I put him in. I slid my body underneath him and licked and sucked him for a little while. I could feel how heavy and achey he was, he’d been so well behaved and continued to be. He didn’t once complain or beg for release, he just lay there and took the teasing, the attention, my hands on him, my mouth on him. I tied him to one of the chairs. I licked and sucked him for a little bit and then positioned the chair beside the bed. I took the spare dildo, a big pink floppy jelly one, and fucked myself with it as he watched. I enjoyed the sensation of his eyes on me and his swollen cock leaked onto his leg. I had him gagged too so he was drooling on himself, it ran down his chin and all over his pretty dress. That just made me wetter, I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, so I stopped, knowing it would be harder to stop the closer I got.
I untied him and put him on the bed face down and bent over. I equipped my new strapon and lubed it up and slowly began fucking his ass. He squirmed around a lot, it was difficult to start – being quite significantly bigger than what he was used to, but we made a little bit of progress with it and we both enjoyed the experience.
I rolled him over onto his front and mounted him and began fucking him as slowly as I could manage. He squirmed and moaned like a pretty little whore and came very fast. I smiled down at him, knowing how hard it must have been for him to even hold out that long.
After that, I held him for a bit and he played with me. It didn’t take him long bringing me to orgasm and delicious it was. The rest of the evening was a hazy blur.
We were awoken at around 5am by a really loud banging. It kinda sounded like someone was banging on a metal tray with a hammer, right outside our bedroom door. We peered out into the corridor and it was completely empty. We took a while trying to figure out where the incessant banging was coming from. We called downstairs to reception but no one answered, and he ended up getting dressed and going down. It was literally so loud, that we couldn’t sleep. He came up 5-10 minutes later with another room card, telling me that they’d given us a new room to sleep in for the rest of the night – that it was a door on the roof banging in the wind and they couldn’t go up there to fix it because it was too dangerous. We got put into an even bigger room with a fancy bathroom, and also – it was a smoking room!! Bonus! We had a smoke and then went to sleep again.
When we woke up, we packed our stuff up between the two rooms and went downstairs to reception to pay. I had a bit of a complain at the lady who was going to take our money and she went and got the manager. The manager apologised profusely and told us that he wouldn’t be charing us for anything. That’s right, we got the entire evening for FREE!!!! The room service, dinner, cocktails, two bedrooms, the works! All free!
We left the hotel after an amazing evening with huge grins. We went and had breakfast in a nice cafe, did a little bit of shopping and came home. My first thought upon entering our home was “sure is nice to be back in the castle”. Of course it’s lovely to go and stay places and hang out somewhere different for a bit, but there’s no place I’d rather be than at home, in our “castle” (that’s what we call it) with my lovely partner and my silly old black one-eared cat.
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A few have you have sent in some questions over the past couple of months that I finally got around to asking my sub. Here they are together with his answers.
1. What first attracted you to femdom?
I found a book discarded by a bus stop when I was younger. Being quite the bookworm, I read it on the bus, and I guess the seeds of alternative lifestyles comes from there. That was my first experience with a lot of things, and I think is probably the root of some of my fetishes. The book was penny in harness by penny birch. The cover attracted me because of the latex, and I enjoyed the book. I’m not really into dressing like a horse, but I guess we all refine our tastes over time!
2. What kind of d/s experience do you have prior to your current relationship?
It just kind of creeps up on you I guess. As I get older I learn more about how I feel about stuff and what I like to do so it’s constantly evolving. I had a few experiences with older, more dominant women than I was used to, and enjoyed it a lot more than the girls around my age I dated when I was a teenager. I thought it was a maturity thing, but looking back I probably enjoyed it more due to the dynamic.
Confident, strong women are much more attractive for me. I guess I have always got a kick out of my partner being in charge, it just sits naturally with me. I had a few relationships when I was younger where, as the male I was expected to be the dominant half and there are a lot of situations I can recall where I was just uncomfortable or unsure or just thinking ‘this should be the other way around’. I still made a few wrong turns on that front, but it lead me to where I am today, and I wouldn’t change that for anything. Meeting my partner changed my life for the better in more ways than I could recap here.
3. What’s your favourite kind of play?
Fave play I flutter through different moods a lot, so it varies a lot. Generally though I’d say my favourite type of play is sensual, involving lots of teasing and intimacy. I like dressing up , it makes me feel more confident and attractive, and I like to feel involved. A middle ground between being someone’s toy and being a test subject.
Friday was good. He didn’t have internet at work, which meant we were back to oldschool texting. It was fun, felt like we were dating again. I got him to go into the bathroom at work and take me a naughty picture…. or well, I asked him to take one. I said “take a picture of the camera looking down on yourself so I can see your cock” and he ended up misunderstanding and taking a really cute picture of himself looking at his belly… we laughed pretty hard about it when we both realised that it was completely silly.
When he got home from work, we were both pretty worked up. I went downstairs for a nap, he joined me after his shower. I bent him over the bed and licked his pretty little ass as I worked on his cock. He moaned like a whore and I made him cum. He’d had a pretty stressful day at work so I figured I’d release him early and let him have a relaxing evening. He made me cum after. It was short, but sweet.
On Saturday evening, after gaming for most of the day, we had a smoke. I asked him to put his rubber skirt on and told him that he could decide on the rest of the outfit himself. He came upstairs in rubber stockings, skirt and a red pvc corset, and his collar. He looked delicious. I started off filling a bowl with hot soapy water and proceeded to clean the rubber until it was really shiny. I got a lot more pleasure from that than I’d anticipated. It was quite a different sensation. I took pride in making each little part of the rubber shine. His ass looked amazing. I probably spent too long rubbing it.
Afterwards, I put him on the floor and bound him in pvc tape by the ankles, with his wrists behind his back, also bound. I started rubbing his cock through the rubber with my hot soapy cloth, sliding it up and down. He seemed to quite enjoy it. I brought him up to orgasm. He came without producing semen. Pleased, I moved onto the vibrator, bringing him up to the same position – orgasm, but no cum. He was starting to tire at that stage (about an hour and a half into the session), so I removed the bindings, the corset, the skirt and put him up on the sofa. He was naked now, sensitive to the touch. I adorned my latex gloves, lubed my hand up and gave him a nice slow, sensual, hard orgasm. He came everywhere. It was very pleasing.
On Sunday, we went and watched the new Hobbit film (which you should totally see in 3D), which was really awesome and then had a nice meal. That evening, we played some Path, and he gave me my amazing birthday present … which is secretly something I’ve been wanting for ages now, but felt too guilty to spend the money on… a pair of GHDs! Tested them out last night, I literally have the straightest hair ever. So yeah, that was a pretty amazing birthday weekend all around.
Last night was incredible. I got home from work in a pretty stinking mood. My wrist, which I sprained following spouts of sexual activity, hurt like fuck. We sat down, had dinner, had a smoke and watched the most incredible film called “The Libertine”. Definitely rocketed straight into number#1 on my list of “most amazing films”.
It was like one big, awesome poem set in a period setting, and best part of which, it was based on a true story about the Earl of Rochester. An interesting chap whose thinking, poetry and incredible speeches, although I disagree with a lot of them, were far beyond his generation’s thinking. Anyhow, go watch the film, right now if you haven’t seen it. We watched another film after that, while it was good, I was pretty stoned by that point and found it difficult concentrating.
At about 11:15pm, we slinked our way downstairs. There he was, in all his beautiful silky glory, adorned in a pale blue nightgown, staring back at me with his big wanton eyes. I felt such overwhelming lust for him. My heart was beating fast, my breathing heavy, I wanted to devour him. Instead, I told him to “lift your skirt and show me what’s mine”. He obeyed unquestioning. Staring at me as his skirt slid up his pale thighs, exposing his cock which was rock hard and begging to be touched. I rubbed him for a while, his thighs, his cock, his cute little ass. He moaned and squirmed, absorbing the attention.
I told him to pull down his skirt and close his legs, that it was no way for a lady to behave. I scratched him, I pulled on his nipples, I choked him a little and slapped his little asshole. He blushed and looked up at me, a cute shameful look on his gorgeous face. I told him to pull his skirt up again and he obeyed. I lubricated my hand and began rubbing him again from his ass to the tip of his cock in long, slow strokes. He moaned, barely able to contain himself. I told him that I wanted to fuck his ass. I got a dildo and inserted it inside him and began fucking his ass with the dildo as I fucked his cock with my lubricated hand. He writhed around the bed, moaning loudly and begged me to let him cum. I let him.
After a little chill time and some cuddles, I put his fingers inside me and came almost immediately. I made quite a mess of the bed. We talked for a while after, a long while. I went to sleep smiling, contented, satisfied and feeling like the luckiest lady in all the world.
Friday evening saw us having a really lazy evening. I didn’t even bother cooking. Got a load of “snacks” from the shop on the way home from work which included chocolate, crisps, popcorn, and other nibbles. We had a smoke, watched a film and snuggled up on the sofa. We stopped at 8pm to do a few of the Path of Exile races. We retired to the sofa again. We were watching Bathory – a film about a hungarian lady in the 15th century. It was pretty cool. My hand wandered down his chest and I played with him until he came.
Saturday I was woken early by the cat, and got up and made our favorite breakfast (sausage, eggs, potato bread and ketchup). We sat down on the couch to eat it and watched another film. We were having an “epics” weekend, so we watched Kingdom of Heaven, Troy.. The day progressed and we moved from the sofa to the PC, some path of exile, and back again. So it continued in a lazy haze. In the evening, I ran a bath for us and we sat there in the bath for ages having a good old chat about random stuff. Afterwards, I lay an outfit on the bed for him… a blue dress with a frilly ballerina skirt and a frilly red petticoat. He adorned it and I met him upstairs again. I put some music on, I think we listened to Opeth.
I placed him on his knees on the couch, the back of it supporting most of his body and bound his wrists to the bannister. I decided to for a non-vibrating toy, as it had been a while since I used that one. It’s a nexus glide, he quite enjoys it – it’s a hard toy so it’s a little trickier to get in than a jelly toy. Once inside, my right hand worked on stimulating his prostate with the toy while my left worked on gently stimulating his cock. I had him gagged. I kept him on edge for a very long time. Halfway through, I decided to lube my left hand up as well and proceeded to fuck him in the ass with the toy as his cock was forced in and out of my slippery hand. He came pretty hard and sat there for a while, dangling off his binds and shaking. I love how his body quivers when he orgasms. I love holding him afterwards.
By Sunday, my period was completely gone. We did the usual stuff during the day. Our tastes in films switched to vampire films and we ended up watching Interview with a Vampire and Underworld. We took a shower later that evening and afterward, he surprised me by dressing up in his fabulous long, gold evening dress. He looked divine. I was so pleased that he’d decided to dress up for me, without my instruction. I welcomed him into bed and rubbed his cock through his dress for a little bit. I lay on my back giving him full run of my body. I was looking forward to my orgasm so much, with the period – it felt like my body was going to explode… it’d been days since I’d cum. After a while, he asked if he wanted him to lick me. I told him that I’d like that very much, and he proceeded downwards. The images of the weekend were fresh in my head, and I could feel myself building up more and more. Each stroke of his tongue drove me crazy. His beard rubbed softly against my clit and his fingers penetrated me teasing my g-spot.
I was soaking, I was also a little tense as I felt like I was about to unleash a waterfall onto his face while he was licking me. Just before he made me cum, I stopped him and told him to fuck me. Every thrust felt like heaven. I love the way his body moves and his hair falls over his face. I love the way his back arches. I came hard and fast but that wasn’t it over… After some sensitivity, I allowed him to continue because it still felt amazing and I wanted more, he made me cum again and again. The orgasms melted into each other and into my body. I almost blacked out. He came on my third and I saw stars. It was incredible. My whole body felt like it was no longer aching and wanting, that it was completely and utterly at peace. I slumped for a few minutes. The orgasms gave me a little burst of energy and I asked him if he wanted to go upstairs again and play some more Path. So we did.