As a lifestyle choice D/s is a complete mystery to me. As a sex game, in the confines of the bedroom (or where ever else you care to indulge in such practices), then it sometimes makes sense to me. In the past, especially with Geri (my number 6) I’ve enjoyed the likes of handcuffs, riding crops, ropes, blindfolds, and gags. But that’s all in my past now. But today…
today, I want to be on the receiving end. I want to be fucked. I want to be a sex toy. A play thing. I want my wrists bound and to be tied to the bed I want to have my cock slapped. My foreskin pulled hard, stretched far as it will go, then yanked forcefully back. I want clothes pegs on my nipples and I want them twisted. I want fingernails drawn across my scrotum. A dildo violating my ass. I want to have fingers knotted in my hair as my face is pulled onto a cunt. I want to be told exactly how to lick it with explicit instructions and told when I’m allowed to stop for breath. I want to have an anus shoved in my face with demands to rim it. I want to be ridden hard, but not be allowed to cum first. I want to have to drink my own cream as it drips from lips. I want to be fucked hard. I want to be used. I want to be someone’s dirty little fuck toy.
It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way, and possibly it’s a reflection of today, but it’s been even longer since I’ve been in such a situation. I don’t expect I ever will again, this side of a divorce or infidelity. But this is what I want today.
Tomorrow, I might want to turn the tables.