Butt for Bondage #MasturbationMonday #NSFW

There is great beauty in an exposed female butt. That’s probably why most social media community standards don’t allow them to be viewed by the general public. Works of art need to be kept from those who don’t appreciate them, right?

Well, I beg to differ. I think a butt, no matter what shape or form, is a treasure that should be shared. Now, I can’t just share a picture of my butt. Decorated, used, proudly displayed would be more like it.

Unless you’re reading this as your first visit to my blog, you know that I have a thing for latex. And bondage. And submission. And humiliation. But I’m also a control freak. Getting me to flourish in the role of a submissive is hard for any dom. I’m most dom’s nightmare. I resist, delay, wiggle, plead, until step-by-step, it’s a game of who gains the upper hand. I want to be made to submit.

Think of me as an untrained puppy dog. I want to play, but I don’t like to listen to what my owner says. Life is too much fun with all the smells and toys everywhere. Give me a toy, and I’ll start playing. Let me put on some bondage restraints, help me make them sit in the right places. They look pretty and are so much fun.

I get into the mood. Not because someone told me to, but because I want to. Now I am more vulnerable. There is a reason bondage restraints are not just decorative. I love them pulled tight. Help me get them tighter. They are strong and won’t break; neither will I. Show me that you’re stronger than I am.

Take your time. After some room service and a bite to eat, all while wearing my restraints, I loosen up. Set some rules for the night; no masturbation. Then connect the thigh cuffs with a carabiner shackle. Show me you’re beginning to take control. Make me use the bathroom with my thighs locked together. Ad an element of humiliation to it. Watch me.

I have to look up to you, sitting down. Surprise me with some ankle cuffs, cinch them tight. Lock them together. Then leave me alone and turn off the light. Wait for me hobbling out of the dark bathroom, feeling the restraints with every little step. But I still have my hands and there are no locks that I can’t remove.

Don’t ask how you can fuck me. Tell me. You have me half-way tied up, I can still get out and I will if you don’t take charge. Move along, roam through the other restraints I have. Use them to make sure the body parts you want to fuck are exposed. Don’t give me a choice. Tell me what you will do.

Tell me to put my wrist restraints on. Then my bondage collar. Hand me the locks and tell me to lock my wrists to my collar. Don’t let me get away with excuses. It’s uncomfortable, I’m tired, we just had dinner, I had too much wine. Let me talk, and then ignore what I said. Call me pathetic. Challenge me. I’m a fighter and will take you up on any challenge.

Now that I can’t free myself, take advantage. I’m getting into the headspace where I know I have to submit. My choices are getting more and more limited. If I wanted to resists, the time has long come and gone. Challenge me to escape my restraints. Let me struggle, make it hard for me. Make it impossible for me.

Assert your dominance and I will submit. Tell me what I am. Tell me that I’m your cum-swallowing fuck toy. Talk to me while I try to escape from the bondage I’m in. Make me sweat, wear me out. And begin to show me how you want to fuck me.

I love anal, but will not let you fuck me unless you make me. Ignore my wet pussy, I can’t touch it, don’t let me have an orgasm. I’m just for you, tonight. While I struggle, lube up my ass, begin to stretch it. Don’t be gentle. You’ve done this before and know I can take you easily.

Push my body around, show me that I cannot get away. Pin me down with your body; the most powerful bondage item I can think of. My clit wants in on the action, but you ignore me. No G-spot action. Just anal is what I’m looking at. Wait until I’m ready, exhausted, at the end of my strength to fight of my restraints and your body. Make me submit.

Look at my face, see the sweat, maybe some tears. Be tender, tell me what you’re about to do. I may beg you, and you ignore me. Get your cue from my body language. Now you have the power, you control me, and you’re responsible. I won’t tell you to stop.

Start pulling my asshole apart, get it ready to take your cock. Use your hands, not just a finger or two, some lube, not too much. Push until I’m in pain. See my body react. As long as I fight, I’m OK. If I cry, I’m OK. If I scream, I’m OK.

When you pull your hand out, see me gaping, take me with your cock. I’m ready, you’ve made me be ready. Don’t expect me to help you. I will fight you all the way. I will try and get off on your penetration. I’m not allowed to come, but what are you going to do if I ignore you. Fuck me?

Read my body. Now I’m fighting myself and you’re using me. I use you using me. You get to pound me and shove your rock hard cock into my gaping hole. I get to use your cock to stimulate myself. You can tell that I’m getting close. Tell me not to come.

Keep me from coming while you fuck the hell out of me. Choke me, hold my breath, slap me. All you do is make my get closer to getting off on your dominance. I know I’m helpless, I know you can do anything, and I trust that you read my body, not my cries. As long as I fight, I’m in it. You need to cum with me. If you’re late, if I’m satisfied, I won’t fight anymore.

You like the control you have. I’m tied up, helpless, struggling, submitting to your dominance. You feel my muscles tearing on your cock, squeezing it, resisting the penetration, resisting when you want to pull it out. I take your cock as my toy. The power is your rush, and you unload your cum over me to mark your territory.

You won.

I climax with the last strength I have, I used you, I made you dominate me.

I won.

Masturbation Monday

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