Sounding

Gray

Pisces, 2 sessions over 4 months

My 2nd date with Gray was promised to be centered around one of my favorite but under explored kinks: Sounding. As soon as he arrived I noticed a tingling excitement growing into distinct nervousness in my whole body. I’ve experimented a bit with sounding, but generally when I bring it up the thought invokes fear and disgust in my potential play partners. Gray is my first client that delighted in the thought of letting me fuck around and find out.

We warmed up with his typical interests, getting his ass worn out by me, lots of teasing, and so much dirty talk. It felt slightly medical, the way I sought out his prostate, the smell of lube, my latex gloves lovingly exploring his tight bum…

Soon we got to business. In my lubed up latex dress with no panties on I approached him with the first skinny rod, my eyes widened, my smile eclipsed my face as I inserted the lubed steel into him. Hypnotized and focused, I felt completely high on the power I had over my playmate and no doubt my entranced state only made him hungry to please me more.

Sounding is potentially dangerous, and obviously could lead to a lot of harm… I think I won Gray over when, during our first session, I confessed my sadistic fantasy of sounding with a glass rod and… breaking it.

Gray egged me on to try a thicker rod. When bottoms mostly top and finally get double penetrated they get a little demanding? Topping from the bottom with a steel rod in your cock and app-controllable vibrating prostate massager in your ass… is it ever enough? 


I went up in size and delighted in the whole process of delicately applying lube and pretending to accidentally make a mistake and jab him deeply in his insides. Just kidding, to which of course his extreme ass took the rod from me and stuck it down into the region near his balls.

I am a voyeur, I could watch this all day. I have a test subject kink, and his parts are mine to experiment with…

Eventually my hi peaked, something about cbt touches the yummy receptors in my brain that says everything is going to be okay. My client let me penetrate him for hours and took it like such a good toy. My perfect subject.

Hot morning hike

We meet for a coffee intro date, it is September and late summer in California. You request I wear comfortable athletic clothes, sweaty if possible, and no makeup, so I wear my running shoes, a layered tank top and bra, and running shorts with built in panties. Over coffee and pastry we discuss our shared kinks and exercise routines. Turns out we both love playing in nature as it gives into the naughty need to play with fresh air on our bare skin, and the thrill of being caught… I notice you gazing off into my radiant glowing skin, and suggest we do something spontaneous.

As if caught in a spell you offer,

“Anything you wish mistress”

“I saw a path a couple blocks down that leads to the base of that hill… are you low on time?”

To this you look back at me a bit fearfully, and adjust your shorts. At first muttering, you agree to literally do whatever I want, and excuse yourself to the bathroom where you Venmo me for making you so turned on.

The birds bless us with their chirps and calls as we trample a bit off the beaten path, dry foiliage crushes under our feet, we pull up our socks, sweat begins dripping down the middle of my breasts making my white tank top stick to me. I laugh and ask,
“Do you really mean anything?“
And point to a dirty mattress in the wooded clearing in front of us.

You’re a seasoned sub, not new to this but not so hyper specific with your expectations, being desperate does wonders for obedience.

You scroll through the file folder in your brain of sub experiences, and don’t find any on a dirty mattress in the woods, in the morning heat… and oblige.

In your boxers, you begrudgingly kneel onto the dirty mattress while I giggle trying to keep quiet. I have no plan, this simply reminds me of porn I watched when I was younger and more unhinged. You’re on your knees facing away from me, boxers tented from your boner, twigs digging into your knees. You are my pain slut.

I make you sit there on your knees for too long as I look for a switch to hit you with, you suspect I’m doing this or looking for a place to piss, longing for it in your mouth or on you on that dirty mattress.

I find a long suitable, whippy, stingy stick and immediately hop over and wale on your ass with it with no warning, reminding you between swooshes of my stick to be quiet cause we’re not far off the trail. You wimper like you’re my bitch even though we just met, and I have to switch your thighs to remind you to stay upright on your knees on the dirty mattress. You beg me to at least let me look at you and I remind you to be quiet.

I touch your back and you shudder, and turn around to see me towering over you, sun illuminating me like a living goddess. The pain you felt is very distant and all you can think about is serving me right there in the woods.

I kneel down and look into your eyes, wipe some sweat off your brow and chin. You catch my scent and moan a little, closer to me than you have ever been yet so far from tasting or smelling me up close. The cool breeze hits both of our bodies, I ask you what you want the most, and I do it to you all over the mattress. Your climax is feral and relentless, being edged in nature is exhilarating.

You get dressed and are of course covered in… sweat on our walk back to the coffee shop we met at. Between your gratitude and silence I could tell this would be jerk off material for you for a long time, and that I owned you.

Fountain

Sagittarius, 2 meets over 2 weeks

Sensory deprivation, cbt, smothering, spitting

I met fountain twice on his business trip. On our first meet we grabbed tea quickly in a little diner, he nervously disclosed his interests and they were within my grasp. Sensory deprivation, smothering, teasing, spitting, oh, and paying for my panties.

Our 2nd meet was a little less planned than the first. I met fountain at the elevators leading up to his room. Once together in privacy he begged me for my panties first thing, to which I said,

“I know you already paid for them but I want to make you wait.”

This seemed like a tough limit for him, so as soon as I got them wet I stuffed my panties in his mouth the way he needed.

My favorite thing about fountain is… how excited he gets. I have a soft spot for genuine subs that don’t bitch back, or put up a fight, but rather take exactly what I give them, quietly and with a gag in their mouth.

I tortured and teased his lovely body, gazed out the window at the beautiful view of San Francisco while smothering him with my ass. He was overwhelmed that for our 2nd session I used the panties I was wearing as a gag… he had all the access he wanted, if only his mouth was usable.

True subs that allow me to do whatever I want to them make me feel psychologically spoiled.

I made fountain jerk himself and edge himself while I covered his mouth and nose with my hands, and intermittently spit in his mouth which gets him super close. I love fingering his mouth with my spit and cum… Eventually I started smothering him playfully with a pillow just to see if I could get away with it. I asked and he begged me to keep going. I kinda lost it and trusted he would let me know if I got too carried away, putting all my weight into the pillow, dressed in lingerie, as he furiously edged himself. Suddenly I heard him moaning underneath the pillow and I lifted my weight,

“I came…” I heard, muffled through the pillow still sitting on his face.

I laughed hysterically and made him eat his cum for not asking permission.

Curls

Leo

2 meetups, 1 month

Physical torture, fiery flirtation, dirty talk, banter, bare foot stepping, teasing with pussy

Curls found me as a curious kinkster looking for new experiences. His friend was out of town and he was plant sitting, so we got to use the living room. Curls was a very toned, normal, 30 year old guy with a mustache and a halo of curls surrounding his golden retriever face.

He mostly thought I was hot and wanted to let me do whatever I wanted to him, nothing too sadistic as he had a proper domme, as long as it was “sexual” it was fine, LOL

I told him to take off everything but his boxers and lay down on his back on the carpet in the middle of the living room. This tiny west village apt with a floor to ceiling window and closed curtains facing the street, really completed his whole 70s vers porn star persona.

I slowly started stepping on him, first one foot on his torso... then his upper thighs. I sat down on top of him, hearing him groan underneath me. Giggling, I leaned back and put my fishnet stocking covered feet over his face.

From here I sat for a moment, paying attention to his breath. Contemplating the damage I would be doing, that would no doubt heal almost immediately.

I took a break, as all this thinking made me tired. Sat on the chair to admire my handsome specimen.

After a few minutes I ordered him to sit on his knees in front of me, at eye level.

Gazing into his sweet smiling face, I then lovingly pinched, and slapped his chest. He said he didn’t care if I tortured his nipples so I did, using my nails and fingers, laughing and getting wet as he stoically took everything I threw at him… From there he got some well deserved spanking, and attention to his parts. He loved being teased until he begged for release, maybe if you’re good like him I’ll let you cum too.

His soft hair felt so nice as I caressed his god like body post play. It is these moments when I feel gifted in the ways of intimacy, crafting someones experience of highs and lows, into a memorable gift.

D

Leo

Online, one meetup, 7 months

Objectification, perfect pet, supportive friend, service

Flirtation, genuine attraction, pussy worship, ltr energy, collaring, devotion

There is overt kink, and there is devotional love.

Devotion, might be described as an inherent knowing or trusting in another. Perhaps it’s a craving, a wanting to truly be seen and known by someone. To devote is to be on your knees for someone, offering.

D and I met for a very simple, middle of the day, gfe session with extensive worship.

I knew I was attracted to him, but I didn’t expect him to be exactly my type. This was going to be easy.

Without asking he stripped down to his briefs, I stayed in my button up top and skirt to intimidate him just a little…

I could tell he had never been with a formal domme before.

He looked at me expectantly and I told him to lay down on the bed. I asked him if he was a munch, to which he didn’t know what that meant but quickly agreed that he was when I explained.

I slowly crawled on top of his legs, making sure to rub my pussy on his on my way up… I met his eyes and he looked confused. I was still dressed and he was hard and well, ready to go.

I love when a munch thinks they’re going to get exactly what they want.

Slowly I sat up so that I was sitting in-between his legs, he could see up my plaid skirt now at least. Since he was hard I decided to slap him around a little, to which he was surprised and also seemed to not be expecting hahaha. But he was a good sport and let me do whatever I wanted, and just kept saying “as long as I get to eat that beautiful pussy”

Eventually he was kinda bored and I think it was his lunch break, so I stripped to my panties and climbed on his face that way first, which he hated. Then the normal way, then other ways, he was dripping by the end and seemed to be ready to go back to reality.

From then on D and I had a lusty internet connection where he would send me videos jerking off in the bathroom at work and I would do the same… his perfect body was the highlight to my day, and his spoiling took on another level of devotion. We never wondered much about each others personal lives, I know he has a family and a business. But we created a ripe fantasy together that enriched both of us.

Subloser

Virgo

Online pet and companion

1-1.5 years

Chatting, camming, cage, chastity, cum eating, humiliation, pet sub

Subloser found me as a bossy yet inexperienced Domina in my mid 20s and idealistic enough to flirt with subs that couldn’t afford me. He was particularly controlling, and liked to buy me gift cards. For this, and cash in the form of tokens, I would make him eat his own cum out of his hand, wear a numbered cock cage for me, and well, dote on me emotionally.

I recall telling him how small his actually quite normal, and attractive cock was… feeling turned on in a particular way as a dominant that tugs my curiosity string.

How could I be so turned on by someone so pathetic?

We became long term internet confidants, until I realized his lies were folding in on each other and the fantasy was dead.

I have a soft spot for him of course as that foundational ownership of pet and boss, really shaped the things I crave in ownership now…

Devotion, humility, and most importantly, generosity.