#the domme tags are necessary

[archangel-1]

The chokehold Milo Thatch has had me in since I saw Atlantis: The lost Empire

[youtifulhobi]

Silver Locks [MYG] (18+)

➴ Pairing: Yoongi x reader | WC: 2.1k | Genre: smut | Rating: 18+

➴ Warnings: this is a pwp. Those under 18 years of age should not be interacting with this work. Mentions of an ACL injury.

➴ Tags: exhibitionism kink, domme!reader, slightly bratty sub!Yoongi, marking, unprotected sex, clothed sex, grinding, thigh riding, slight dirty talk, biting, creampie

➴ Summary: There are a few ways to distract your lover from an injury that prevents him from performing in front of his fans. You happen to know his favourite.

➴ A/N: many thanks for the darling @triviafics​ for betaing this and doing it way before the deadline so I could release this early!!

Dedicated to my soulmate and lover of all things Yoongi, @joheunsaram​, as well as my Yoongi fanatics @sugasbabiie and @yoon2k

You feel a tingling on the nape of your neck, a surefire sign that someone is watching you. It would’ve been unnerving if you aren’t surrounded by people you trust, but you look up regardless.

That is mistake number one. Min Yoongi, better known to the world as worldwide boy band BTS’s Suga or Agust D, is boring a hole into your skull with his stare, alight and a fire burning in his gaze. You tamp down on the smirk that threatens to overtake your lips and return to styling Namjoon’s hair, now keenly aware of the culprit responsible for the hair-raising sensation.

Mistake number two is not paying attention to the clock on the wall. If you’d glanced at it, you would’ve seen that it was time for the boys to reunite with their fans for the last couple of performances for the evening before the concert wrapped up. As a result, Namjoon shoots you a sheepish smile as he ducks out from under your hair gel-covered hands and runs with the rest of the members to the door, awaiting the stage lift that serves to bring them once again in front of their adoring fans.

Yoongi stays where he is, watching them with an unhappy expression as he absentmindedly rubs his ankle. He would’ve been joining them in rushing to the stage if he hadn’t badly torn his ACL and was under strict orders to not move unless strictly necessary.

Suddenly acutely aware that you and Yoongi are the only ones left in the dressing room, you shift awkwardly from foot to foot as you wipe your hands on a nearby towel. Mistake number three. 

You’d forgotten that you were wearing a curve-hugging dress that flared at the waist, with no underwear as per Yoongi’s request.

The unexpected movement that your thighs create against your clitoris have you sucking in a quiet gasp, though it doesn’t escape Yoongi’s attention. With a cocked eyebrow and a slight tilt of the head, he rakes his eyes up and down your figure before he notices the telltale shapes of your legs under your black dress.

“A little too much friction?” he asks, smirking. You scowl at him. He knows the answer, and yet he still wants you to answer it, mainly because he enjoys the way your cheeks heat up under the attention.

“We’re running out of time if you want a quickie,” you offer as a proposition. Yoongi nods, and you relish in the way his lips part just a miniscule amount in a show of how aroused he actually is. That, and the noticeable tent in his slacks.

You groan with need, feeling a rush of warmth pooling in your lower abdomen as you stride over to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. The fabric under your palms feels hot to the touch, and knowing that it’s not the warm atmosphere of the dressing room that’s made him this heated sends a pleasurable tingle down your spine.

You offer no other words to set the mood, knowing that your time is running out with each passing second. Instead, you sit firmly behind the bulge in his pants so that it presses against your core and wrap a hand around the back of Yoongi’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss that leaves you both breathless.

No sooner than you’ve pulled back to gasp for air does he pull you right back, moulding his mouth against yours as he scrapes his teeth against your sensitive lower lip. You growl into the kiss, knowing he’s testing you to see if you’re up for dominance today.

The answer is yes. An unrelenting, selfish, needy, yes. Forget the reason for wanting to take control today is borne from a combination of wanting to get back at your boyfriend for convincing you to go panty-less and distracting him from the fact that he can’t go on stage to see his fans. The point is that you want dominance, and you will have it now.

You grind hard against Yoongi’s clothed erection, ripping a moan out of his throat as the pleasure causes his brain to temporarily short circuit. He throws his head back, unwittingly exposing his throat to you.

You pounce on it immediately without thinking consciously, like a hunter finally given an opportunity to capture its prey after waiting an excruciating amount of hours. You gently bite the area where his carotid artery is throbbing away, supplying life giving blood to his brain. Yoongi hisses, but it’s a sound from barely concealed restraint rather than pain. You know he trusts you, but the two of you have agreed on a system that either party can use if things are getting too wild. Two taps followed by a squeeze on the wrist and everything stops and boundaries are re-established, with no judgement from either participant.

It’s only when Yoongi finally tilts his head back further in an act of true submission that you release his flesh from your teeth, flick a tongue against his pulse point and suckle at it, leaving only the barest hint of a love bite. 

Wanting to see the angry red cock that is sure to be weeping for you, you reach down between your legs and carefully undo Yoongi’s zipper before grasping him tightly in your hand and pulling him out. You can barely hold back the hypothetical stars in your eyes that shine upon seeing your lover’s poorly concealed secret. You’ve never let him live down the fact that he’d basically bared all in that particular set of pink silk pyjamas. Everyone knows Min Yoongi has a big dick. Few know it as well as you do.

You rub the tip of Yoongi’s cock, spreading the evidence of his arousal all around the head of his erection, taking care to stroke the frenulum just the way he likes it. Yoongi whimpers under your actions, already having been pushed to his limit in a short amount of time.

He grips your hips in a wordless plea to stop the pleasurable torture, and you take pity on him, standing up only to swish your skirts into a position where it would hide the depraved act you’re about to commit. 

You grasp Yoongi’s jaw between your forefinger and thumb and force his head upwards, wanting to watch the myriad of emotions that always flicker across his face when you allow him access to the most physically intimate part of you.

He doesn’t disappoint, his expression ranging from relief to unconcealed pleasure that you end up tucking between your breasts, not wanting any possibly hidden security cameras to capture a face that Yoongi lets only you see. Yoongi groans into your chest, while you bury your face in his silvery grey locks.

No matter how many times you fuck Yoongi, you never get used to the way he fits you so perfectly. Your favourite part of sex with him is undoubtedly when your cunt has to stretch to accomodate him, fluttering involuntarily around his cock.

You take a moment to adjust, and Yoongi stays still underneath you, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles on your lower back. He never rushes you, regardless of who is in charge that day, and you’re always grateful to him for it.

When you think you’re able to move, you lean forward, hands resting once more on his shoulders, and give a few experimental bounces that has Yoongi uttering a string of curses into your ear. It seems that Yoongi isn’t in the mood to play full submissive today, however, and in a perfectly timed motion, tilts his pelvis and meets your hips just as you’re coming back down.

You let out a moan loud enough that your eyes widen, wondering if anyone heard. You pull back and give Yoongi an incredulous look akin to the one Seokjin frequently doles out when indignant.

Not one to be outdone, you dig the fingertips of one hand into Yoongi’s shoulder and hold his chin with the other, nails digging into the skin. Without missing a beat, you swoop in and press your lips against his, parting just enough to let your tongue slip through and demand access to Yoongi’s mouth. He lets out a noise somewhere between a whine and a grunt that melts seamlessly into a moan as you wrestle control back from him with a well-timed clench around his cock.

The pads of his fingers dig into the flesh at the bottom of your spine, and you grin, knowing you’ve won. The two of you begin moving in perfect sync, having had plenty of practice and time to get it right.

Soon enough, beads of sweat begin to form on your temple as the temperature in the dressing room climbs higher, courtesy of the sinful actions you and Yoongi are committing under the bright fluorescent lights. 

Sometime between the muffled whimpers and sounds of his thighs slapping against your ass, Yoongi’s hands had found yours, interlacing your fingers together and providing a form of support as you bounced on his cock.

Your legs begin to tire, but you’d never been one to deprive yourself of a good time, and feeling Yoongi stretch you out and fill you in a way only he could was the very definition of time well spent. 

Your breaths start to come in little huffs, each one ending in a mewl as you feel yourself starting to approach your high. 

“Yoongi,” you gasp, squeezing his fingers to get his attention.

He looks up, sweat trickling down the sides of his gorgeous face, a slight flush tingeing his cheeks. 

“You—” your words cut off in a breathy cry as Yoongi’s cock hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. “You close?”

He nods, breathing heavily. 

Suddenly overcome with an urge to mark him, you grab a fistful of Yoongi’s silver locks that lie flat against the nape of his neck and pull his head back to expose his neck, barely able to bend down to leave a faint bite mark on his jaw.

When his moans get steadily louder, you swoop in for an open mouthed kiss, swallowing all the sounds that leave his throat. You notice the way his hips begin to stutter, a sign that he’s quickly approaching his climax.

Determined not to be left behind, you take a moment to readjust and gyrate your hips so that his thighs grind against your clit, bringing you closer to your high with every move.

The two of you finish nearly at the same time, and you bury your nose in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as your walls spasm uncontrollably around his cock, milking as many drops of his release as they can.

You’re allowed only a few seconds’ rest before the beginning notes of the VCR begin to play, warning you that the boys are on their way back to the dressing room for a costume change.

Meeting Yoongi’s panicked gaze with your own, you stand up quickly, wincing at the way his softening cock slips out from inside you with a wet squelch. The sound itself is enough to make you want to go another round, but this is far from the right time to do so. You ignore the way Yoongi’s cum continues to leak out of your pussy, though you know it’s going to make a mess later on.

Almost immediately after fixing your appearances and settling in a position that you hope looks like it would be comfortable for a napping session, the boys come jogging into the room, sweat matting their hair to their foreheads.

“That set done?” you ask nonchalantly, cracking one eye open. You stifle a yawn, the action bringing tears to your eyes.

“Yeah, we only have a few minutes to change and rehydrate, but it’ll be enough to last us until the last intermission,” Jungkook chirps in between swigs of water. “That one will be a bit longer, thankfully.”

“Hey, does it smell like sweat in here to anyone else?” Hoseok asks. “I know we’re pretty sweaty ourselves, but we’ve only been here for a few seconds. That shouldn’t be—” 

His voice trails off as a thought occurs simultaneously to the rest of the members, and the rest of them let out a collective groan of disgust. “Did you two...?”

“Dunno what you’re talking about, we’ve been napping on and off the whole time. Woke up a few times due to the heat. Maybe we should talk to the staff here about their ventilation?” Yoongi offers lazily.

You hum your agreement sleepily, the post-sex haze beginning to settle in. Thank god your boyfriend still has his wits about him.

The six men trade doubtful looks, not quite buying the excuse, but decide to let it drop for the sake of their sanity. Only when they leave the dressing room for their second last set do you let a small smile take over your lips as you snuggle further into Yoongi’s embrace.

It's not the first time, and it won’t be the last.

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[jomamaofficial]

You should have said something pt.9 (Bakugou x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hello besties, I'm backk. I hope you like your daily dose of angst after a week *lipbites*. My requests are open as always and check out my Socials and Linktree here to contact me when I'm not posting! I will also bless you with some art I made on my stream yesterday. I'm a domme and I think after Bakugou shitting over everyone, this artwork is more than necessary:

PS: that's me in the shirt *lipbites*.

Edit: Part 10 TW: Domestic Abuse, Knives and Nooses. Masterlist Tags: @spicy-therapist-mom @speedmetalqueen @silentw-lkr @loki-an-idiot @clickbait-official @captainchrisstan @kamalymaly @idk-sam @runrabbitrun3

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“Y/N. Y/N, Y/N!”

Your body flinched at the loud noise, your hands covering your ears on instinct. A few moments passed, but there was no sound…

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes slowly, your hands getting ready to cover you from the blow.

He didn’t like it when you closed your eyes.

It took a while to process what just happened. Your husband was nowhere to be found. Bile rose up in your mouth as you saw many faces. Many faces except your husband’s. Where were you? Where was he? Wasn’t he normally in front of you, sneering at your tremors, telling you how much he enjoyed it?

“Y/N-San… are you alright?”

It was a soft voice, dare you say almost hesitant. It was careful and caring. It treated you like the most fragile person in the world.

“I-I’m alright… just tired.”

Tugging the corners of your mouth up, you looked up, putting face to name.

Deku.

Number 1 Hero Deku. Midoriya Izuku. Izu-kun you liked to call him back in the day.

San. He regarded you as Y/N-San. It sounded so unfamiliar even though it was expected of others to regard you with respect. It sounded refreshing. He washed relief through your veins, providing peace to your mind.

You hadn’t heard an ounce of respect in three months. It was either your parents brushing off your pleas of despair, swatting you off like a mere nuisance they couldn’t wait to escape from. Or your husband putting you in your place.

“The only place you belong is six feet under the ground.”

He saw right through you, Izuku. It was a habit he had when you first saw him in Yuuei. Nothing slipped past him and he knew when something was wrong. It was since then you took great interest in the man. He blushed a lot and he stammered a lot. He cried a lot as well but he still held up a strong, heroic reputation. You knew the hero sitting in front of you back when he couldn’t even control his quirk.

The face looking back at you was strong. It held the nation’s faith, it had responsibility. But the face looking back at you was still soft. It was still understanding. The same jade eyes that took joy in your happiness reflected your true feelings.

Tired. Only people who slept late could feel tired. How could you feel tired when you never slept at all. How could you sleep when you had to watch out for him? How could you sleep when there was a rope ready to become a noose, or a knife in the kitchen next door ready to carve into your skin? How could you go to sleep when your fate lay captive in the hands of the man who the law called your husband? Nothing was consistent. Even the pain would vary from time to time. The only thing that was the same was you.

He could come home, slam the door shut, and aim his palms towards you and you’d do the same. Freeze up and accept it. He could come home, shove you off of the couch and work you until your body gives in and you’d freeze up and accept it. He even came home lips locked with his lover looking you straight in the eye.

You made dinner for both of them that day. You did the same. You froze up and accepted it.

The words were there, perfectly formed. The opportunity was there. No one was here anymore, just you and the man before you. The kind, gentle man who knew what you were going through. The kind, gentle man who could save you from this hell.

A kind, gentle man.

Did you really want to mess up over a kind, gentle man? You kept it from the public, you kept it from your parents, you kept it from Bakugou’s dad. You kept it from yourself, never letting it show. Did you really break rule number 3 for Deku? Did Deku deserve to have a rule broken for his sake?

I can be a good wife. He’ll forgive me if I am a good wife.

“I’m just tired, I promise.”

[otpcutie]

Coffee and Comfort Food (3.9k)

Summary (Winteriron): Tony has some much needed Daddy time after an incident at the last kink event their pack attended. Bucky takes care of him and Nat comes over to check up on them. She doesn’t arrive empty handed either.

Contains: transguy Tony, brat Tony, Daddy Bucky, domme Nat, protectiveness, talk of their kink ‘pack’, comfort, fluff (full tags on AO3)

Preview below:

Tony woke to the sound of voices, he couldn’t make out what was being said but he recognised they belonged to Bucky and Natasha.

He’d slept in late because his Daddy made him go to bed—‘made’ to Tony was Bucky tiring him out or luring him with snuggles, the easiest ways to coax him to sleep when necessary—and he didn’t like waking him.

Partly because he was so soft for his boy and if you asked him Tony didn’t get enough sleep, but mostly because he had a gremlin on his hands if he did. His babydoll was not a morning person.

♥︎ Continue on AO3 ♥︎ My Masterlist ♥︎

[yinglipeggedwenwu]

If I offered sub!wenwu/domme!Ying li doodles or writings… would anyone be interested in sending prompts/requests? Nsfw welcome but not necessary 👀 (fills would be after next week, I got some moon festival doodles in the pipeline)

edit to add: samples of my work can be found in the my stuff tag! pretty sparse for this ship rn, but more samples of art can be found on my art blog.

[thirsty-mf-who-loves-ink]

This blog has been around a bit but I haven't posted anything yet so here's an intro post.

Hi, I'm Uly and this is my ink thirst blog.

Basically it's a nsft BATIM blog. A Bendy And The Kink Machine blog, if you will.

18+, minors pls dni.

I am a shameless monsterfucker thirsty for ink.

I'll post art, maybe headcanons, and maybe even fics here, but only when I have the spoons to do so as I am chronically ill and in pain 24/7. But I can still daydream about getting railed by the Ink Demon lmao

I'll also reblog any nsft Bendy content I find and like, and anything else that might be relevant to this blog.

I have a bunch of ships, not one of them is wholesome or healthy(antis don't even fucking bother), I'm working on fics for some of them, and I regret absolutely nothing.

Ink Demon x Twisted Alice (in a "I hate you and I'm terrified of you but I can't help being drawn to you" kind of way on Alice's part and a "You're a cute little toy, aren't you~" kind of way on Inky's part)

Ink Demon x Sammy (Inky loves Sammy's worship and likes to push him to see how far he'll go to please Him)

Twisted Alice x Sammy (Alice tops because let's be real Sammy is a fuckin sub at heart)

Twisted Alice x Allison Angel (again, Alice tops) (in a "you think you're so perfect, I'll show you that you're no more an angel than me" as she proceeds to domme the shit out of Allison kind of way)

Projectionist x Sammy (in a "wHo iS yOuR gOd nOw" kind of way)

Projectionist x Twisted Alice (in a "you entered my territory and tried to steal my food, now you have to pay" kind of way)

Ink Demon x Reader! The dynamic here depends on the fic in question but most of them will probably have Inky with Reader in the palm of His hand, toying with them and bending them to His will.

I will add tws as necessary to anything I post. I'll tag the basics like dubcon/noncon, addiction(to ink), degradation, drugging(the ink is the drug), kidnapping, stalking, body horror, and more as I see fit. If you click on something that I have tagged with something you know you don't like, you have no right to be pissed at me if it upsets you.

THERE WILL BE VERY LITTLE NICE WHOLESOME CONTENT HERE. THIS IS A CASE OF DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. DON'T COME HERE LOOKING FOR FLUFF BECAUSE THERE'S A 95% CHANCE YOU WON'T FIND ANY. (there miiiiiiight be a fluff thing or two in the future if I get an idea so I won't completely rule it out but overall this blog will have darker content.)

I'm not sorry.

Enjoy your stay.

[submissivedjberry]

Green Eyes || Jolia

Tagging: DJ Berry & Jo Fabray ( @jofabray )

Date: September 4

Location: Jo’’s Suite

Summary: Jo is jealous of certain events surrounding DJ.

Jo

Jo didn't do jealousy. It was an ugly emotion, and in a relationship where both partners trusted each other it shouldn't ever be necessary. She knew that DJ was hers - hell, the girl was sitting right there beside her - and that she never had to doubt that. But despite her best intentions, there was an ugly flare inside of her at the fact that Lucas was publicly talking about the "soft spot" he had for her girl. The jealousy was doubly stupid because it wasn't as if he could claim DJ even if she agreed; but damned if she didn't feel it all the same. The two of them hadn't had a meal with Benjamin yet and Lucas was busily arranging what felt remarkably like some sort of "meet my submissive's family" meeting. It bothered her, much more than it should have. Setting down her phone, she patted DJ's leg in a comforting motion and got up from the couch, needing to walk around for a few minutes and calm her mind. The mood she was in wasn't fair to her girl, and Jo knew she had to work herself out of it or she was going to ruin the rest of their evening. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she pressed it to her forehead for a moment and shut her eyes. What she was feeling was stupid and ridiculous, and she hated to feel it at all.

DJ

One thing that DJ loved about spending time with Jo was that they didn't constantly need to be doing something, sometimes it was just nice to sit next to one another as they did their own thing. DJ was reading through a book while Jo messed around on her phone and DJ couldn't be any more content. She loved this Domme and was so excited to be hers, even if it would still take some time until they were ready to actually make that official in the eyes of the law. She knew that she was Jo's and for not that was all that mattered. At the pat to her leg, she glanced up from her book, even as she saw Jo get up and move away. She frowned slightly in response, not knowing what was going on, but able to see the tension in her body. She waited a little while for the Domme to return and when she didn't, she stood and moved into the kitchen. "Domina?" She questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Jo

DJ's voice startled her out of her own head, and Jo turned with a rueful smile. "I'm sorry, my girl. I just had to clear my head a little. I'm not in the most pleasant place in my head right now, and I wanted to do something about that before you had to deal with it." She gestured for DJ to come closer, and Jo wrapped her arms gently around her. "Sometimes your Domme can be a very silly Domme," she murmured, resting her chin on DJ's shoulder. "You're going to have to forgive her for that, darlin' girl, and I apologize in advance. You shouldn't have to deal with me bein' silly." She hardly wanted to talk about what was going on, but she knew that it would worry DJ unfairly if she didn't. "Can you..." she hesitated. "Can you take a look at Lucas' post for me? I want to see if I'm just completely overreactin' or if you get the same feelin' from it I do."

DJ

When Jo called her closer, DJ made her way over and tucked herself against her Domme, fingers slipping under her shirt to trail along her lower back gently. She didn't know what was going on, but she wanted to help if there was something that she could do to make things even remotely better. She let Jo ramble a little bit about her being silly and being sorry for the fact that she was being silly and she pressed a kiss to her head wherever she could reach. "We can all be silly sometimes. And you've had to deal with me being silly a lot. So I don't mind, my Miss. Is there something that I can do to help? Do you need me to kneel? Do you need to spank me?" She questioned, laying out different options. Her eyebrows furrowed when Jo asked if she could check Lucas' post, wondering what exactly was going on for that to be necessary. "Of course I can, Miss." She pulled her phone out of her pocket and scrolled until she saw what Jo was talking about, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

Jo

Jo considered those options, wondering what might make her feel better. She didn't want to cause DJ unnecessary pain for something that wasn't her fault, especially so soon after the punishment that she'd had to endure. But she also wasn't sure if kneeling would make her feel any better, because she was definitely frustrated and not sure where to channel. it. As DJ looked over the post Jo nearly held her breath, knowing that DJ was either going to think she was very silly or that she had a point, and there was no way to know which it would be. "You're never silly, my girl. At least not in ways that I don't like." She gestured to the phone, worried. "Am I being oversensitive? Or does that seriously not sound like he's your Dom and setting up a meeting with your family? Like I'm sure that I'm being an idiot here, but it just...it bugs me."

DJ

She put her phone away and slipped her arms around Jo's neck, letting her fingers drag lightly against Jo's skin. "It does sound more intimate than I think it should for the platonic relationship that he and I have. And I had no idea that he was asking Benny to come eat breakfast with us. But I'm telling you now that it doesn't matter to me what his intention is. Because I am yours. Always will be. And plus...he can't have a second submissive anyway." She said gently, pressing their foreheads together. "How can I help, Domina?"

Jo

Jo nodded quickly, relieved to hear that she hadn't been acting like a complete lunatic. "I know y'all didn't, my girl, or I know ya would have said something." She leaned into DJ's touch, glad for the simple comfort of fingers against delicate skin. "You're right - I know you're right, Dalia, there's nothin' he could do, I'm just...I don't like him talkin' that way about you. And it's silly of me, because I have never doubted you, or wondered if y'all were mine. Not ever." Jo sighed. What could she do to help? Resting their foreheads together seemed to dull some of the ache in her mind over what she'd read. "Tell me honestly, darlin' girl - how's your ass?"

DJ

She smiled softly when the Domme said that she believed her and she leaned into the touch further. She hummed gently and shook her head. "Still not silly. Unless I'm really silly for not doubting you but still being worried about another sub coming around." DJ bit down on her bottom lip when she asked how her ass was, she thought about it seriously for a moment. "It's still stinging but nothing I can't handle, my Miss. As long as we can stay away from the cane? I really didn't have fun with that at all. It's...good for punishments. But..." She paused to wait and see what the Domme would say about that situation.

Jo

"That's not silly either, my girl. I completely understand that." And DJ did have a point, if she was willing to accept that her girl felt that way why wasn't she willing to accept that she could feel that way? Jo listened carefully, taking in not only what DJ had to say but the way that she said it. "We won't touch the cane outside of punishments, darlin'. That's more pain than I like to dish out in scenes, and it will stay safely away from y'all. I promise." She kissed DJ's forehead softly. "Today's just gonna be with my hand. And then we're gonna do somethin' you wanna do - watch somethin' you'd like to watch, order food, you can kneel with me for a while. Anythin' you like. Because I appreciate you, Dalia. My darlin' girl. For bein' so patient and so understanding with me."

DJ

When Jo said that she understood why DJ would feel that way, she stayed silent in the hope that Jo would see why she didn't have to feel silly. She was content when Jo expressed that the cane would only be for punishments, hoping she wouldn't get it often. Hearing that it would just be with her hand, she smiled softly. "That's okay, Domina. I am happy to be of service. Whatever I can do to help you...I want to do. As long as I'm able." She kissed her cheek gently. "Where do you want me?"

Jo

How Jo had gotten so lucky as to be blessed with DJ as her submissive, she truly didn't know. Compared to many of the more experienced or more public Dominants at the Institute she knew that her range of skills and her appeal wasn't in their league - that she wasn't in their league. But somehow, some way, DJ had chosen her. And despite the urge to look a gift horse in the mouth, Jo did her best to accept her luck without digging too deeply into the source of it. "Thank you, darlin'," she smiled as the kiss lingered on her cheek. "Let's do this on the couch. Let me get sittin', and you can climb into my lap. Just strip off for me first, please." She took a seat and spread her legs a little, providing a base for DJ to lie down over.

DJ

She nodded when Jo thanked her for, offering her a smile. She was very happy to offer some form of a solution. Even if it didn't completely fix everything. "You're welcome, Miss. I'm always happy to help if I can. Even if it's just by getting spanked." DJ expressed honestly. "The couch it is." She moved into the living room and pulled off her clothes. She folded them neatly and then made her way over to Jo. She settled over her lap and bit down on her bottom lip for a brief moment.

Jo

"Even that helps more than you know, darlin' girl. I appreciate everythin' you do for me, whether it's cooking or cleanin' the suite or being spanked, all of the ways that you serve me mean more than you know. And I am so proud that you're my girl." She couldn't wait until the day they could make that official, but for now they both knew it and that was enough. "Darlin'," she murmured as DJ took up position over her lap. "This is not a punishment. You will always know the difference. You're my girl. My good girl." She took a slow breath. "I'm going to give y'all ten on each side. No need to count, or thank me, y'all just have to stay where you are."

DJ

She nodded her head when Jo said that she would know when she was being punished and hummed softly. "I understand that I'm not being punished, Miss. And I'll stay still for you." The hand shouldn't be too bad, especially not compared to the cane; but her ass was still a bit sore and that left her just a tad bit weary. But she knew that Jo would stop if she needed her too and that meant that other than her hands, her body was relaxed and prepared for the first spank.

Jo

"Thank you, darlin' girl." Jo took a deep breath, knowing what she was about to do had to be done with a steady hand. Her frustration was not anger at DJ, nor was this spanking meant to be aggressive. It was a way to work out her feelings, no more and no less. The welts from the cane, still healing, needed to be avoided and each spank had to be precise. With all of that in mind Jo brought her hand down, five times on each side in mechanical motions that allowed her to feel some satisfaction without causing further harm. "Halfway there. Breathe for me, my girl."

DJ

She took a deep breath, steadying herself when Jo told her to breath and relax. It really wasn't that bad. Taim compared to the punishment she had warrented a few days before, but it still stung. "I'm okay, Miss. Ready when you are." She assured her Domme, not wanting her to feel as though she couldn't continue. DJ was alright and the next ten wouldn't change that. Plus, she was in some way the reason that Jo was so uncomfortable, so it felt right that she was taking the spanking.

Jo

"Good girl," Jo praised. She took another beat to steady herself and brought her hand down for the remainder of the spanking, rubbing DJ's reddened skin gently after the last. "Thank y'all for takin' that so well, DJ. I think I needed that more than I realized. You're so good to me - so good for me, and I don't deserve you one single bit." Running her fingers through dark hair, she scratched at the girl's scalp. "Let's go get somethin' on that skin, just to be safe, and then y'all can decide what your reward should be for bein' my good girl."

DJ

When the spanking came to an end, she let out a soft breath and nuzzled against her Domme's lap. The feeling of fingers scratching along her scalp let a soft moan fall from her lips. She was glad that Jo let her rest there for a moment, reminding herself she hadn't done anything wrong, that all it was was a way to serve and help her Dominant. She eventually pulled up and kissed the blonde before moving into a different position so that Jo could grab the cream for her ass.

Jo

Jo stood, feeling much more steady in herself and in her relationship than she had when she first read Lucas' message, and took DJ's hand to lead her into the bedroom. "Y'all know what I need better than I do, my girl. And I could never tell you how much it means to me." She laid her down on the bed face down and moved into the bathroom to find the cream before returning to the bed. "This shouldn't be too bad, darlin' girl, but we'll get a little on everywhere and hopefully it'll help healing of your welts and everythin' too. I'll be quick, I promise."

[alleiradayne]

Dazed and Confused

Summary: The reader pulls out all the stops for a session of edging requested by Dean. Square Filled: Free Space Warnings/Tags: Bondage, edging, male chastity belt (cock cage), fluids, oral (male and female receiving), lots of rope (jute), blindfolds, vibrator, anal, prostate play, Reader!Domme, Sub!Dean, lots of prolonged and denied orgasms Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Female Reader Word Count: 5,661 A/N: For @spnkinkbingo this fills my Free Space, and for @wingedcatninja who requested sub!Dean being edged. Song: Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin

He had asked for it. Begged, even. As Y/N's sub, Dean demanded everything she could dish out. And tonight, she had planned nothing short of her absolute worst.

He could hardly contain himself.

“You want to try the blindfold?” Y/N mused as she pressed her entire body flush to his. A hand smoothed across his chest as she asked, “Do you think you’re ready for that?”

Fucking hell. She could make him come with her voice alone, all high and delicate and dripping with lust. Clad in a matte black vinyl bodysuit and wicked heels, Y/N struck the perfect balance between sweet and sinful with her simpering tone and intimidating presence.

“Please,” he whispered.

Her hand flew to his jaw and wrenched his face down to hers. “Please…”

His entire body positively buzzed, unable to sit still within her vicious grasp. “Please, Mistress,” he whimpered.

She shoved him back and glared at him until he squirmed under her wicked gaze. His room had grown uncomfortably hot as he shifted his weight between his feet, impatient, but disciplined. A crooked, coy smirk appear across her lips as she turned to his desk, and his heart nearly burst from his chest in anticipation.

Y/N picked the blindfold from the array of objects displayed on his desk—whips, paddles, rope, gags, and dildos, to point out a few of Dean's favorites. Blindfold in hand, she circled him like a wolf stalking its prey, her dark glare narrowed on his. From behind, she placed the blindfold over his eyes and secured it with a firm knot.

Then her lips touched the shell of his ear as she whispered, “Don't make me regret rewarding you before we even get started.”

Dean shook his head in vehement disagreement. “I'll behave, I swear.”

“You say that now,” she said as she rounded to face him again. “But you’re already misbehaving, my pet.”

He scrambled to think what he might have done as he stuttered his apology. “I’m sorry, I don't—oh.”

The sudden, rough grasp of her hand on his cock through his jeans startled Dean, his pathetic cry of shock embarrassing even for him. As she stroked him through his jeans, she said, “I never gave you permission for this. Are you that undisciplined? Have I taught you nothing?” The flat of her palm stroked his entire length as she continued, her simpering tone driving him wild with want. “I need you unaroused for our session tonight.”

Oh, God. How was he supposed to go from full mast to flaccid without coming? “What should I do?”

“You just concentrate on your cock, darling,” she cooed, “and I'll handle everything else.”

Dean nodded as he sucked a deep, clarifying breath through his nose. While he did his best to ignore her, Y/N’s presence encroached on his remaining senses like an impending storm. Her delicate footsteps, her steady breath, her racing heart—she might be his domme, but if there was one thing Y/N couldn’t control, it was her heart. All of it swarmed his mind, his perception heightened in the absence of his sight.

And it only served to harden his cock further.

Fuck.

“Strip.”

Dean did as she ordered, his shirt removed first, and then his pants. When he hooked his thumb into his boxers, her vice-like grip snatched his wrist and held him firm. “I thought I told you to get rid of that?” she said as she stepped behind him.

“I’m… trying, mistress,” he groaned. “It’s not—fuck.”

She grasped him by his hair and wrenched his head back, her lips to his ear once more. “We’re not going any further until you’re not presenting yourself to me like some sort of slut. Unless you want me to treat you that way? Do you?”

“No!” Dean gasped. “I want to please you!”

“Then try harder,” she said in her singsong lilt. Delicate hands grasped his shoulders and directed him several steps to his left. Cool steel met the backs of his calves, rippling a shiver along his spine. When she leaned into him, her lips met his ear and whispered, “Bend over.”

Without a word, he removed his underwear and did as she commanded. He reached for his feet, tight hamstrings bending his knees and leaving him exposed. Y/N left his side again for the table, the strikes of her heels quick and short. In a second she returned, the click of a plastic bottle opening audible despite Dean’s racing heart rushing blood to his head. Liquid warmth slipped between his cheeks as Y/N pressed two fingers coated in lube to his hole. And then the galvanizing sensation of his spreading ass as it stretched extracted a lascivious moan from him. She had chosen a larger plug for tonight, and as it settled inside him, Dean hoped that indicated other things she had planned for him.

“Does that feel good?” she asked?

His ass clenched around the plug, a mind of its own. “Yes, mistress. Thank you,” he sighed.

“Wonderful,” she sang. “Now, sit.”

The room spun as Dean stood, blood rushing from his head. As he sat, his cock still stood stiff against his belly, encouraged by the plug that pressed so firmly into his ass. But the cool steel relieved the ache in his thighs, a reprieve from the insufferable heat of his room. Sweat beaded on his brow and chest as he breathed long deep breaths, his concentration unwavering. Tension oozed from his shoulders as he leaned against the back of the chair, each breath easing the stiffness in his cock.

“That's a good boy,” she drawled as the click of her heels crossed the room towards the table again. “I bought new jute just for tonight. Freshly washed,” she sang with the beat of her slow steps that neared. “It's red.”

Red. “My favorite,” he breathed. “You're too good to me, mistress.”

The firm rope wrapped around his ankles and fastened him to the legs of the chair. Methodical, Y/N restrained him with practiced expertise, the pliable yet sturdy rope biting into his flesh for the most exquisite combination of pain and pleasure. As though she painted, Y/N dragged the lines of rope along his legs, bound his knees wide to the corners of the chair, then his thighs an inch below his ass. The fine fibers teased at his sack along his inner thigh, and through it all, Dean had done nothing but breathe.

Tight knots bit into his skin as Y/N wrenched on the jute. “I'm starting to get upset. Are you my pet or not?”

More lengths of rope wrapped around his chest as Dean sucked a breath through his gritted teeth. “I am your pet,” he growled. “I'll do better, I promise.”

“You had better,” Y/N started. “Or I will have to punish you.”

Holy shit. Punishment. He had half a mind to keep it up just to experience what she might do to him for his disobedience. But as the knots anchored him to the back of the chair and she wrenched his arms behind him, Dean wouldn't dare interrupt her. With every ounce of his willpower gathered, he channeled it all to his groin, determined to please Y/N.

The burn of pulled ropes stung his wrists and elbows as she bound his arms behind the chair. And though the sensation should have painfully aroused him, Dean sank into a calm stillness, vacating his physical existence. There in that deep dark nothing behind the blindfold he drifted until Y/N's rapturous voice slammed his consciousness back into his body.

“That’s better,” she cooed as her heels clicked towards the table once more. “Are you ready for the last step?”

He groaned through his clenched teeth, jaw sore and aching. “Yes, ma’am,” he managed.

When the strikes of her heels fell silent beside him, Dean expected her touch immediately. But it did not come. Nothing did, in fact. Not a touch, a smell, not a hint of her presence. Not even the thump of her racing heart. So vulnerable, he struggled against his bindings and only to find them tighter, biting into his skin.

And then her sudden, delicate touch lifted the sagging weight of his sack, enveloped by cold steel. Lines of the same icy metal sheathed his flaccid cock, encasing his entire package in his latest kink. The idea had been his, but Y/N had done all the research at her insistence. She had wanted to make a night of it, so she had taken on all the preparations necessary. The lock of the cock cage clicked with an airy snict, but between Dean’s ears, it sounded as though a door had slammed shut.

“Oh, darling, you look absolutely divine,” Y/N sighed. “Would you like to see yourself?”

Dean nodded vigorously as he said, “Please, mistress.”

Her featherlight fingertips teased across his chest and up to his shoulders where she stroked the nape of his neck. “Do you think you’ve been a good pet so far?”

Ah, a trick question. “I would leave that up to you to determine, Mistress,” he breathed.

The knot of the blindfold loosened, and the black fabric dragged from his eyes as Y/N stripped it from him. Dean squinted in the bright lamplight at the mirror five feet in front of him. When his vision focused, he gasped with a long devious moan. Red jute crossed his legs and chest, his entire body bound to the chair. Intricate knots and slips held him still; if he attempted to move in any direction with his arms, chest, or legs, those slips tightened. Punishment for disobedience. She had built her lesson into his pleasure. That left her free to do with him whatever she pleased.

But the best part had been the cock cage Y/N had chosen. A web of shiny steel left small swathes of his skin exposed for her to tease. And tease him she would. The thought drenched him in sweat that rolled down his neck, his chest, and caught in the ropes that dug into his tender flesh.

And Y/N? Cool as a cucumber. Her pristine skin remained dry, her makeup immaculate, and her countenance schooled. As she leaned over his shoulder, she locked eyes with his in the mirror, and Dean’s breath caught in his throat. “You’re intoxicating,” she hummed as her fingers rolled on his shoulders. “All tied up and pliable, pitiable. As good a pet as you are, you don’t make my job easy.”

“I’m—sorry, Mistress?” he stuttered.

One hand slid down his chest, slick with sweat, and teased at his stomach. His hips twitched as her fingers neared the metal of his cage, anticipation boiling his blood. “No need to apologize, darling. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I wouldn’t be a very good mistress if I couldn’t control myself.”

As she spoke, she straddled one of his thighs, and Dean startled at the bite of her vinyl pinching his skin. “You’re the best mistress a boy could ask for,” he mewled.

Her fingers teased at the edge of his cage. “Aw, isn’t that sweet,” she hummed as she leaned against his chest, the compression of her breasts threatening to spill of the plunging v of her neckline. “And you’re the best little pet a woman could hope to eat alive,” she said, her lips against his. Her free hand slipped to the back of his head, raked through his hair at the nape of his neck. “Tell me, darling. How do you feel right now?”

Amongst thousands of sensations that flooded his mind, Dean settled on the simplest. “Nervous.”

Y/N shifted closer on his thigh as she teased the exposed skin of his cock with the tips of her fingers. “Why?”

For fuck’s sake, but he had practiced. He had worked up to it for weeks. “I’m worried I might not last very long, mistress.”

Her perfect lips pouted as she rolled her hips on his thigh. “Did you practice like I had asked you to?” When he nodded, she grasped his hair atop his head and wrenched it back. Protracted, his chin pointed to the ceiling and Y/N bore down on his lips with hers. A sinful sweetness filled his mouth, and Dean moaned into her.

At that first sign of his renewed arousal, she ripped apart from him and crossed the room for his table again. Dean grunted at the sudden parting, his head spinning from the rush of blood to his groin. Y/N spoke from the table as she perused her wares, but Dean heard nothing beyond the inflection in her tone. She had asked him another question.

He winced as he said, “I’m—I ah… what did you say, mistress?”

Y/N regarded him over his shoulder with a vicious glare. “Are you paying attention?”

His cock twitched in his cage as it swelled to his full erection once more. Constricted so, the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure hardened him unlike ever before. “I… God, I’m trying, ma’am,” he gasped.

She turned back to the table and snatched up a large external vibrator. “I was going to go easy on you,” she started as she returned to him. “But it seems you might need harsher treatment for your insolence. Now,” she paused as she knelt between his legs, “tell me how you practiced over the last few weeks.”

The soft silicone of the vibrator teased at his thighs as Y/N lifted his sack. “I-ah… fuck,” he stammered. “I jerked off… every day,” he said through a gasp. The anticipation of what she was about to do to him drove him into a wild state of delirium. “Only lasted a few minutes at first.” He paused for a breath as she cupped his aching, swollen sack. “But by last week, I could go for about three hours.”

A pleased smile spread across her bright red lips. “And the plug?”

Dean grunted as he remembered that prolonged, spread and overstuffed sensation. “Made it twenty-four hours once,” he sighed. The ropes on his ankles and hips tightened as he squirmed against his will. “Most days I needed a break. I came every day.”

A blinding flash of arousal shot to balls as Y/N flicked the switch on the vibrator. Positioned behind his sack, the round bulb supported him, vibrating through his entire body. In too few seconds, the surge of release threatened to consume him, and he nearly came. Too much all at once, his eyes squeezed shut, his toes curled, and his cock flexed as Dean cried out his unrelenting pleasure.

At the last possible second, she ripped the vibrator out from beneath him. “I think you’ll do just fine tonight, my darling little pet,” she cooed as she teased the tip of his cage. Precum dripped in long strings, ran down his sack and pooled on the seat of the chair. Two long fingers dragged through the fluid until coated. Satisfied, Y/N said, “Look at me.”

Dean did as ordered and forced his eyes open. Through his panting breaths, he said, “That felt amazing.”

“Good,” she started, “you did well. Now, open your mouth. I’ve made a mess and want you to clean it up for me.”

Her fingers slipped between his parted lips and down his throat as Dean sucked her clean of his fluids. As she withdrew, he did his best to please her, tongue swirling around her fingers to show her what he could do for her.

“Are you that hungry for me?” she asked.

A vigorous nod spun his vision. “Yes, mistress,” he moaned, “please, let me do something for you.”

How could such a tiny little smile instill such terrifying arousal? The corners of her lips curled just so as she stood, then set the vibrator in the crook of his hip. “Hold this for me?”

Dammit, but she was ruthless. Though the vibrator sat an inch shy of his dick, the intense oscillations traveled, teased enough to keep him on edge but just barely enough not to come. Y/N rounded for the back of the chair, and, in the mirror, Dean watched her work. She attached more jute to the chair in various spots, then returned to the front where she anchored additional stays to the front legs.

“You may want to…” she paused as she leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. “Hold on.”

The chair tipped back as she pushed, the room pitching, and Dean gasped as his entire body tensed. All that added rope caught the chair, anchored to the heavy dresser, desk, and bed to hold him aloft at a severe angle.

“You want to please me?” she asked as she stood by his shoulder. Between her thumb and forefinger, she gripped the zipper of her suit and pulled.

Eyes wide, Dean gawked as he watched, each inch of exposed skin sending endless waves of arousal to his cock. When she paused just above her cunt, his eyes returned to hers and he said, “Yes, mistress, please. I’ll do anything.”

The zipper slipped between her thighs and up her backside to reveal a sopping mess. “Look at what you did to me,” she said as she straddled his face and grasped him by the hair. “Clean it up.”

He hardly had a second to think before Y/N shoved his face between her thighs. The sharp, bitter taste of her arousal filled his mouth as Dean shoved his tongue between her lips, so desperate to please her. Long minutes stretched as he did his best, lapping and sucking and grinding in time with Y/N’s rocking hips. All manner of lewd sounds fell from her mouth, and her catsuit threatened to give way to her swaying breasts.

The imminent slip of the vibrator along his thigh crashed home when it came to rest atop his sack, angled against the side of the cock cage. A muffled cry, muted against her flesh, rent from his chest as Dean convulsed. Y/N looked over her shoulder, then smiled to him as she ran her free hand through his hair. “Make me come, my pet,” she moaned, “you won’t get a break from that until I’m done.”

There was no way he’d make it. If he had his hands, sure, he’d have fucked her with his fingers until she came all over his hand. But just his tongue alone would take several minutes, minutes his erection would not survive. His eyes squeezed shut once more as he did his best to contain the urge to come, all the while pushing Y/N to her end.

To be honest, she had done most of the work, grinding her cunt against his face. But that was her job. She took from him exactly what she wanted, what she needed. And Dean loved that about her, loved how she had wrapped him around her little finger with few whispered words and a suggestive touch.

When she snatched the vibrator away from his cock, Dean whimpered with relief and gasped for breath against her flesh. Above him, Y/N hunched over him, bearing down on his face until the sudden explosion of her arousal flowed from her cunt and ran down his jaw. Long, high moans filled the room as her back arched and her head tipped back. The aftershocks flexed against his mouth as Dean tried to clean her, but Y/N straightened and stood as she said, “Well done, darling.”

The chair slammed back down to the floor as she lifted the back, and Dean grunted at the shock of pain in his ass. But that pain melded with pleasure, his prostate massaged so perfectly, he wished for more. “You’re doing great, my pet,” Y/N whispered as she returned to the front of the chair. She kissed him then, a deep breath inhaling her own scent and lapping him clean of her fluid. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, mistress. Thank you,” Dean sighed. “You taste amazing.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” she cooed as she straddled his lap and teased his cock with short touches of the vibrator. “Would you like to keep going?”

His hips convulsed with each press of the silicone to the tip of his cage. “Please, mistress. I want more,” he begged. “I love it when you deny me.”

“Oh, naughty boy,” she mewled as she dragged the vibrator down the length of the cage. “I like denying you. I like hearing you beg for it. I like seeing you writhing under my ropes.”

“Yes, mistress,” Dean whimpered. “It feels so good. God, I’m so close again.”

She withdrew the vibrator as a rush of precum surged from the cage. “Don’t do it,” she sang.

Every single muscle in his body seized as he restrained that euphoric wave from escaping. He growled a deep guttural sound, raw in his throat until the rush passed, his cock twitching in its wake. Sweat poured down his face as Dean reclined in the chair and gasped for breath, not a single thought penetrating his lust-addled brain.

“That was a good one,” Y/N moaned. “Did you see yourself in the mirror? Did you see how absolutely pathetic you looked as I denied you again?”

“I did,” he whispered. “It’s so hot, mistress. I love you.”

She wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow and in his hair as she pressed herself flush to his torso. “And I love you, too, my darling little boy,” she sighed against his lips. “But I want more. Are you ready to get out of that cage?”

He hesitated again, unsure of what to say. He loved that damn thing, wanted to stay in it for hours and let her toy with him until he wept. But if she had other plans… “Again, I leave it up to your wisdom, mistress.”

She giggled at that. “Oh, wonderful.” The key manifested from her hair, hidden in the ponytail atop her head. “You are too good to me, my pet. So willing to please your mistress.” Between them, she slipped the key into the lock and with a tiny click, it snapped apart.

The release of pressure constricting his flesh sent a fresh wave of arousal straight to his cock. Dean gasped a moan so wanton, Y/N looked to him with a concerned frown. “Sorry,” he started, “I didn’t expect it to feel like that.”

“Well, then,” she hummed, “Now we know. Next time, we’ll finish you off in it instead. How does that sound?”

Oh, dear lord. Coming after hours of edging in a cock cage? “Tomorrow night?”

“Oh, you are naughty,” she simpered as she withdrew the cage. “I like it. And I like this,” she continued as she stroked his cock into its full length. “From tiny and contained, to big and commanding,” she said as she angled the tip to her cunt. “Remember, I control this,” she all but growled as she locked eyes with him. “Do you understand?”

He shuddered under her fierce stare as he said, “Yes, mistress. I’m yours to do with whatever you please.”

“Good.”

The pathetic cry that burst from his lips stung his cheeks as Y/N thrust her hips into him and sheathed his cock in her cunt. “Hold on, darling,” she whispered into his ear, “I know you want to come so bad, but stay strong for me. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your mistress, would you?”

Her free hand roamed his chest, teased his taut nipples and raked her nails along his ribs as Dean buried his face in the crook of her neck. “No, mistress,” he muttered, “I want to satisfy you.”

A subtle rise and fall of her hips stroked his cock and Dean swore he died. The walls of her pussy clenched around him as she continued her rhythm, her thighs flexed with each stroke, and released with each thrust. As she gathered speed, he did his best to focus, to keep himself in check. She rode him in earnest, bouncing on his dick until she spilled from her catsuit, tits undulating right in his face. Nonsense babbled in a stream of moans from their lips, Dean so lost in the fog of his prolonged arousal, and Y/N shoving him violently towards his end.

And then she stopped. Bottomed out, she froze atop him for a long moment and glared at him. “Don’t do it, darling,” she whispered. “Not yet.”

The swell of his sack ached with a need so painful, Dean whimpered as his orgasm retreated once more. “Yes, mistress,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet,” she said as she slipped the vibrator between so fast, he had but a second to brace himself.

Though he felt it through her, Dean convulsed at the sudden sensation of the vibrator against her clit. Y/N cried out her own pathetic moans, desperate for her second orgasm as she rolled her hips and ground herself against the vibrator. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come on your cock and you’re gonna to stay hard for me. Don’t come, darling, stay strong.”

He had known how difficult that night might be. But he loved every second of it. Every command, every denial, every stitch of stinging pain, Dean relished every single sensation Y/N had allowed him to feel. And when she unraveled on him, when she came undone in a string of violent curses and vulgarity, Dean dug deep for the dredges of his resolve, hell-bent on maintaining his erection for her. Her orgasm rivaled any porn he had ever watched, so honest, so visceral, he vowed to witness it again and again, for the rest of his life. Her back arched and her head tilted skyward, her long, lilting cry the stuff of angels. The flexes of her cunt squeezed him so hard, Dean cried out his own pleasure, unable to contain himself. Those long seconds stretched in the throes of her orgasm until she slumped against him, her face buried in the crook of his neck.

Thank God for her reprieve. She had needed a moment just as much as he. When the vibrator turned off, Y/N withdrew it and sat back, her post-coital glow absolutely stunning in the golden lamplight of his room.

“Good boy.”

He smiled as best as he could. “Thank you, mistress. I did my best.”

When she withdrew from him, Dean hardly felt it. Numb from overstimulation, he worried that after all that, he might not be able to come. But when Y/N loosened the knots of his bindings and tore the rope from his skin, his worries fled.

“Get on the bed,” she ordered. “On your back. Hands over your head and legs spread.”

Weak legs carried him to the bed, so disoriented by his lust. Precum ran down his thighs in the few steps between the chair and his bed, and Dean reveled in that sensation knowing Y/N had done that to him. When he reached the bed, he laid down as directed, and looked to her as he asked, “Like this?”

Y/N moaned as she gazed upon him, eyes ravishing him from head to toe and back again. “Exquisite,” she sighed. With the red jute ready in her hands, she lifted both legs and bound his knees to the headboard, tight and unforgiving. “Are you ready?” she asked as she gathered his wrists and bound them to the headboard as well.

Cool air teased at the hot skin of his ass. He bit his bottom lip as he anticipated her final act. “I am, mistress.”

She teased his thighs as she knelt between them. “Perfect.”

The vibrator revved again as she started it, and Dean startled, a full body spasm. His overworked mind had all but given out, unable to comprehend more than his immediate stimulation, so the vibrator had not occurred to him again. He wouldn't last much longer regardless of what she did with it. And he was okay with that. He'd done his best. She had used him to get what she wanted. He would deal with whatever punishment she could conjure. It had all been more than worth it.

“I'm going to take out your plug,” she started as her fingertips pried at the base. “Are you ready?”

No. He wasn't. But he nodded anyway, his head lolling up and down as his jaw fell slack. The first hint of pressure sent a hard flex to his cock, bobbing from his stomach. The widest section of the plug stretched him again, spread him wide until it passed, then narrowed to the rounded tip. Y/N teased him there with the end of the plug, rubbing it around his hole with penetrating him. Nothing else came close to that open, relaxed sensation, primed for whatever Y/N had in mind. And nothing compared to the way she teased his asshole to watch him writhe and struggle against his fresh bonds.

“I know you want to come, darling,” she said as she brushed the vibrator along his sack. “But you’re doing so good.”

The entire bed shook as Dean convulsed, precum bursting from his cock and smearing on his stomach. “Thank you, mistress,” he gasped, “It feels so damn good.”

She hummed her pleasure through her nose as she set the plug aside. “I am very pleased to hear that,” she said, her tone sweeter than saccharine. With her free hand, she gathered his precum and coated his cock in it. “But we’re far from finished.”

Unbidden rolls of his hips thrust himself into her hand as Y/N continued to tease him relentlessly with her vibrator. All the pathetic sounds up to then paled in comparison to the absolute cries of frustration Dean choked through his gritted teeth. Grunts and groans filled the room as she dragged the vibrator along his cock, over his sack, and teased his ass. But her expertise never allowed him to fail. She knew exactly how far to push him, shoved to the edge of that ache in his balls, then mercilessly jerked back from his release. And she did it over and over again until Dean lost track of time, lost track of himself, his space, his existence. Whether minutes or hours passed, he had ceased to care. He thought of nothing but his cock, red and swollen and flowing with precum that ran down his hips to soak the sheets.

When her touch slipped away, Dean returned to his consciousness to find Y/N stripping from her heels and catsuit. She crawled back onto the bed where she untied his bonds, and Dean merely collapsed where he lay, completely exhausted. Y/N sat between his thighs as she teased his groin, fingertips hardly touching him and the vibrator dangerously close to his balls. His erection begged for her attention, quivering and twitching as though it had a mind of its own. “Mistress?” he asked when she remained still to long. “What’s wrong?”

She grinned at him as she said, “Nothing, darling. I just like watching you squirm.” Her free hand slipped between her thighs and withdrew to reveal fingers glistening in the lamplight. “It’s incredibly arousing seeing you like this, damn near worthless except for…” she paused as her fingers ever so gently wrapped around the base of his cock. “This impressive thing. Truly, a testament to your stamina that you lasted so long under my treatment when you practiced with nothing but your hand.”

“I cheated,” Dean admitted.

Y/N giggled at that. “With?”

“A fleshlight,” he grunted.

“Oh, I wouldn’t consider that cheating,” she mused as she absent-mindedly stroked his cock. “I would consider that being a perfect pet, doing your research and practicing to do your best for me.”

“I… thank you, mistress,” he groaned.

She leaned over him and pressed her lips to his as she whispered, “You’re very welcome.” Her touch never left him, and Dean whimpered when her grip tightened. “Oh, look at you. Poor thing. Do you wanna come?”

He nodded a vigorous nod, teeth clenched, and toes curled. “Fuck, yes, mistress, please,” he begged as tears streamed down his cheeks, “I need to come, please, let me come.”

Everything happened so fast in that single moment, Dean wasn’t sure which occurred first. Or second. Or last. At some point, the vibrator touched the back of his cock at the juncture of head and shaft. And in what had felt like that same beat, Y/N had shoved two fingers into his ass and began to ruthlessly finger him. But what had undone him had been her sinfully sweet mouth sealing around the tip of his cock. Though she had not given him permission to come, no amount of practice, control, or willpower could withstand that treatment for more than a couple minutes even if he had been rested, let alone exhausted after two grueling hours of edging.

And then it stopped. Time, the world, his heart, all of it. Dean ceased to exist in that liminal moment as his orgasm shattered him and scattered the millions of tiny pieces. A long hard flex emptied his balls so thoroughly that Y/N swallowed twice before withdrawing the vibrator and sucking him dry. Her fingers left him simultaneously empty and so full, he could not discern the difference. As the aftershocks subsided, tension oozed from his entire body of taut muscles, and Dean finally breathed.

Whole. He was whole once more and his eyes opened, he spotted Y/N laying beside him, a devious grin on her face.

“That looked amazing,” she said with a bark of a laugh, all her simpering delicate tones vanished.

She squawked her shock as Dean flipped her to her back and snatched the vibrator out of her hand. When he flipped it on, his own wicked grin spread across his lips. “Why don't I show you?”

Her arms raised over her head to grasp the headboard as her hips rolled and her knees pinned together.

“Yes, sir.”

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[jofabray]

A Lazy Morning

TAGGING: DJ Berry (@submissivedjberry) & Jo Fabray 

DATE: May 26

SUMMARY: Like it says on the tin

DJ

When DJ had woken up that morning, she knew that it was super early in the morning. But despite that fact, she still rolled out of bed. She brushed her teeth and her hair and packed the necessary things that she had packed into her overnight bag and then made her way out of the dorm. She had been careful to be quiet as she was getting ready and leaving, not wanting to wake up her roommate when it was so early in the morning. Making her way from the submissive dorms to the Dominant dorms in her pajamas, she knocked lightly on Jo’s door; just loud enough to let her know that she was there and then knelt down on the ground. She was not going to make that mistake again.

Jo

While she’d never admit it to the other girl, Jo had been waiting up for hours for DJ to arrive.  The truth was that while she’d never admit it to anyone, she was very lonely in Lima.  She’d essentially fallen out of touch with both of her sisters, despite them being physically closer than they had been in years, and making friends of any kind was proving a challenge that she didn’t know how to meet.  DJ had quickly become not only someone she loved to scene with and whose company she enjoyed, but one of her best friends as well.

When the knock came, she scrambled to the door with a grin and opened it to find DJ kneeling there waiting.  “Go ahead and get up and come in, Sweetheart.  You can put your bag in my room, if you’d like.  You look lovely this morning.”

DJ

DJ stood and glanced down at what she was wearing, laughing softly with a shake of her head. “Miss...it’s just pajamas.” They were cute, that was for sure, with little black polka dots all over them, but she wouldn’t say that they made her look lovely. Even if the comment from Jo had her flushing a little bit. She kicked off her shoes and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Jo’s cheek before pulling back, clearing her throat. “Will we be cuddling in your room as well?” DJ questioned, head tilting to the side as she glanced back at the Domme, moving further into the suite so that she could put her bag down.

Jo

“It’s the wearer that makes them lovely,” Jo beamed.  She didn’t mind one bit the effect that her words had on DJ, and she intended to pour them on over the next 48 hours.  The little kiss warmed her from head to toe, and DJ’s question prompted a quick nod.  “We definitely will.  I felt chilly this morning so I’ve got my weighted blanket on the bed, but if it’s not comfortable for you then please just say so.”

DJ

“That should be perfectly okay, Miss.” DJ uttered gently, not really caring at all as long as she got to be in Jo’s arms. Jo was definitely one of her favorite people at the institute and it was going to be difficult for anyone to top that. Not that she wanted to think, at all, about what that meant for her chances at a claim. She shook off the thoughts and dropped her bag, off to the side, in Jo’s room before climbing onto the bed. Jo’s bed was so much comfier than what she had in her sub dorm and she was excited for two nights spent curled up in it, curled against Jo.

Jo

Climbing into bed as well, Jo wrapped an arm around DJ.  There were no classes, nothing that was going to drive them out of bed, just a lazy morning that would only be interrupted by the Harry Potter week events - which, honestly, Jo was looking forward to; more for DJ’s sake than her own, but she did look forward to watching the girl participate.  There was a fire in her eyes when she was determined, and it was always enough to send a chill up Jo’s spine when she saw it.  “Thank you for coming over early, sweetheart.”  A soft kiss to DJ’s temple followed the words.  “I’m happy you’re here.”

DJ

The submissive curled into the hold, nuzzling into Jo’s neck for a brief moment before she pulled back so that she could look up at her. The kiss to her temple was welcomed and she smiled softly. “It’s my pleasure, Miss. I’m happy to be here too.” She uttered gently, curling up and nuzzling back into Jo’s neck. She was comfortable and content, she felt warm and cared for, and she definitely didn’t want to move at all. It was still extremely early in the day and since there were no classes, just events that they would participate in, DJ was happy to stay like that for as long as possible; heck, she might even fall back asleep curled against Jo. “How have you been?” She mused gently; they hadn’t spent a ton of time together lately and DJ had missed her.

Jo

“I’ve been okay,” Jo replied softly.  “I honestly haven’t done much lately, things have been pretty quiet.  But at least I could catch up on homework and get ready for the event this week.”  It wasn’t an exciting update, but she hoped DJ would forgive her for that much.  She hummed quietly, glad to have DJ there against her - warm and soft.  “And you, darlin’?  What have you been up to since I saw you last?”  She was sure the girl was much more in demand than she was around the Institute.

DJ

“I’m glad you’ve been okay.” DJ replied honestly, kissing her neck gently. She shook her head slightly. “Haven’t been up to too much, Miss. Mostly just working on the production stuff, keeping up with homework. I have one scene that’s coming up...but not until after the event. Other than that, I’ve just been spending a lot of time alone in my room.” She expressed honestly with a shrug of her shoulders. She had been ill for a little bit and after she had healed, it just felt like it had been hard to reach out. But she knew that she needed to start. Needed to get some experience and practice, start learning about her likes and her dislikes; otherwise, she didn’t have a chance. 

Jo

A frown creased Jo’s brow as she considered that.  DJ was far too sweet a girl to be sitting alone in her room.  “I’m sorry to hear that, darlin’.  I don’t like the thought of you sittin’ alone in one of those little sub dorms with nothin’ to do.  You’re too good a girl for that, and people should really get a clue.”  She hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she was about to go too far.  “Would you like to make this a regular thing?  You and I?  We can’t do standing orders, but unofficially we could set aside a day a week that you could come over - not always for scenes, sometimes just to hang out.  If that’s...y’know, something y’all would be interested in.”

DJ

“It’s alright, Miss. It hasn’t been so bad. It means that school work hasn’t been a problem and I’ve been able to catch up with everything that I needed to do...since I came here late in the term and all of that.” DJ uttered gently, not minding too much. She knew that it was on her for not reaching out and getting to know people more. “But I’m glad that you think that way. You’re too wonderful to be sitting alone all the time too though, just so you know. People will see how great you are, if you give them a chance.” DJ said softly, her hand squeezing the Domme’s waist gently. At the question, she looked up and smiled softly. “I’d like that, Miss.”

Jo

Her eyes stung a little all of a sudden, and Jo blinked to clear them.  She wasn’t sure what she’d done to deserve DJ’s high opinion, or whether she even believed it, but it felt really good to know that someone thought of her that way at all.  “Thank you for sayin’ so,” she smiled, planting another small kiss on DJ’s temple.  “Yeah?  Good - I’d really like that too.  I’m not in any clubs or anythin’, so how about you tell me what day would be best for you?”

DJ

“Just speaking the truth, Miss.” DJ uttered gently. “Well any day works, really, Miss. I’m in production club. But that’s Monday to Friday until 3:30 and then I’m free.” She expressed, eyes closing as she got more settled against the Dominant. Being in her presence was definitely soothing. “Maybe Wednesdays?” She questioned softly, biting down on her bottom lip. “As long as I can also sometimes get time with you on the weekend too.” She said with a smile. 

Jo

“I’m glad that you feel that way,” Jo smiled.  “Wednesdays sounds perfect to me.  And you’re very definitely getting time on the weekend too.  Weeknights are much too short for me to enjoy your company properly.”  The more time that they could have, the happier Jo was going to be.  “If the blanket gets too heavy for you, darlin’, then just go ahead and push it over onto me.”  Her eyes were slowly drifting closed as well, and she gently pulled DJ as close as she could manage while still being comfortable.  She could happily stay there for the day.

[sugar-petals]

He's a few months younger than me, but he's more in the kid category for his behavior than anything, in which case your tags are probably right. Going off of that, d/s play (and sex in general) relies heavily on boundaries, and I have found that I am not the best at establishing those. Where's a good place to start?

he’s not committed or anything so i’d refrain from sexual convos beyond necessary professional exchanges. i’ve talked about this type of person recently, the one milking dommes as kink dispensers without reciprocating. he found out fast, chances are he’ll try to get more from you soon like femdom is disneyland. as you say, immature behavior. also pushy, these ‘flirts’ are veiled interrogations and power games. with the power on the wrong side in the first place so it’s not particularly pleasant for a domme. my philosophy is, d/s is best as an inspired topic to muse about privately, work is a tricky place.

[nineteen8y4]

Banned/censored tags (#): Sexual orientation, gay sex, lesbian sex, vagina, vulva, pussy, clit, clitoris, labia, areolas, nipples, foreskin, breasts, natural breasts, dick, boy pussy, dildo, prostitute(tion), sexual dimorphism, sexual assault*, sexual misconduct, school girl, tr*nny, sissy

Tags that are NOT censored (#): school boy, sexuality, sexual preference, sexually, trans sex, transgender sex, bi sex, straight sex, queer sex, heterosexual sex, PIV sex, sex, daddy kink, daddy dom, femme domme, dom/sub, consensual abuse, consensual non consent, spy cams, voyuerism, flashing, tweaker sex, $ex, sex photos, smut, sexy, sex kitten, sex worker, pimp, sex show, sex positive(ity), sex reassignment surgery, sex assigned at birth, sex change, phalloplasty, vaginoplasty, circumcision, breast implants, penis, genitals, perineum, neovagina, front hole, girl dick, pocket pussy, the n word and other anti-black slurs, anti-middle eastern slurs, anti-jewish slurs, anti-asian slurs, anti-latino slurs, etc., retard, f*g, d*ke, queer, terf, tehm (trans exclusionary homosexual man), feminazi, cis (not cool to just call people that either), cisscum

As you may know, a while back, tumblr banned sexually explicit content in a supposed effort to combat the site being used to distribute child pornography and aid in sex trafficking. Honestly great. And to just be more family/kid oriented, they said. Now, what I'm discussing above is simply their hashtag/filing/searching system. I am NOT looking at or referring to their rules and regulations, just testing what is allowed and what's banned through their hashtag (#) system, and pondering why and how. (These are not words simply written in posts, but tagged as such for easy searching and public sharing)

▪I am not suggesting all words on the uncensored list should be censored. I'm just comparing and contrasting.▪

* some word pairings, like 'sexual assault' and 'sexual dimorphism' won't be censored when written as one word. So that's a bit of a hack. I would suggest tagging posts that way from here on out when discussing sexual assault (sexual misconduct, sexual coercion, etc.), so the conversation doesn't get shut down. That being said, it is NOT necessary to combine words like transgender sex, bi sex, sex show, girl dick, pocket pussy, etc.

[tiredapprenticesuri]

»  CHARACTER  INTERVIEW !   /   repost. don’t reblog.

NAME:  Suri Turiya NICKNAME: Mostly just whatever petnames she picks up in various shippy threads AGE: 32 SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL !

MORALITY:     lawful   /   chaotic   /   good  /   neutral   /   evil   /   true  [ With the caveat that Suri’s Good/Evil stat will slide based on who she spends the most time around. In verses where that’s Asra or Julian, that’s good. In verses where that’s Valdemar or Lucio... Not so much. ] RELIGION: The Tairngiran people don’t believe in Gods so much as they have ancestors / cultural figures that are revered. But functionally she’s polytheistic--anything that posits itself as a ‘God’ and has the power necessary to back up that assessment is worth treating with respect and reverence. Although she doesn’t have any particular deity she feels a connection to specifically. SINS:     greed   /   gluttony   /   sloth  /   lust  /   pride   /   envy   /   wrath VIRTUES:     chastity    /   charity   /   diligence   /   humility   /   kindness   /   patience   /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Vesuvian, Tairngiran [ Her memory loss after her death affects her ability to speak Tairngiran, although it is technically her native language she has trouble remembering it unless something prompts her or she is very emotional. ] SECRETS: Suri keeps her disease as secret as possible, going so far as to lie to people’s faces if they’re getting close to finding out. Even the people she loves and otherwise trusts. Also she has an amphetamine habit, but that’s also related to her disease.

PHYSICAL !

BUILD:     scrawny   /   bony   /   slender  /   fit  /   athletic   /   curvy   /   herculean   /   pudgy   /   average   /    fat   [ No euphemisms here, she’s not ‘curvy’ and ‘pudgy’ implies between 10-20 extra pounds so that’s not enough. She’s built like a seal. A marshmallow. She’s short and fat and proud of that! ]  HEIGHT:  4′9″ SCARS   /   BIRTHMARKS:  She’s got bloodletting scars--multiple long, diagonal slashes along her arms and legs that repeat with clinical precision from wrist to shoulder and ankle to hip on both sides. They look a bit like SH scars and so she’s very self-conscious of them. ABILITIES   /   POWERS:  Suri is a magician. She can use magic in various ways, although her most skilled application of them is the ability to make food items that have ‘added ingredients’ that are intangible concepts. She makes a lovely hot drink that has a spoonful of Comfort stirred in, for example. RESTRICTIONS: She’s disabled. She’s physically disabled, she has limited energy, limited range of movement, and dietary restrictions (strawberry, grapefrut, chocolate, nightshades, bread and pasta, eggs, and dairy). She needs opiate painkillers to be able to function without brain melting levels of pain. She has also developed an amphetamine habit to cope with the fatigue her disease causes.

FAVOURITES !

FOOD:  Curry DRINK: Golden Milk PIZZA TOPPING: Pepperoni COLOUR: Blue MUSIC GENRE: Anything quiet & instrumental BOOK GENRE: She can’t read and knit at the same time. She does collect reference books though. MOVIE GENRE: Documentary, especially medical ones. CURSE WORD: Tairngiran curses don’t translate into English Vesuvian very well. SCENTS: Cinnamon

FUN STUFF !

BOTTOM OR TOP: True neutral switch. She can be the most dominant domme in the world and then the most obedient submissive, just let her know which you want from her. SINGS IN THE SHOWER: No, she’s focused on not falling over. Which is extra hard for her. LIKES PUNS: Yes, but she’s not the best at making them. At least, intentionally.

Tagged by: @hangeddoctor

Tagging: @talldarkandrowdy @vxldemar @magicianapprenticelyra @medical-mischief @flowers-from-count-lucio @victimaepropiciatoria @blood-magic-and-vipers @emsapprentices

[lewdladylily]

Anon from the chastity tightrope ask here ^^

The turn offs are the whole "beta-loser" and forced cuckold parts that often go along. I can enjoy humiliation as much as the next switch but some of it just hits me in a wrong way.

Tease and denial are also very good we can agree, at the same time i also want itto be more about my partner and her pleasure, and having her feel amazing (service kink go bbrrr) instead of focusing on me and what i cant have. Though it usually takes me two days to get desperare for any kind of attention diwn there haha. Im also inexperienced enough with denial that it alone keeps sex on my mind the entire time haha ^^"

The idea of only being able to cum when a certain condition or trigger is made is also an A+++ fantasy!

I actually agree about the beta-loser stuff framed in those terms. Raven going and making someone else orgasm while I am not allowed does not bother me, but framed in terms of me being an inadequate partner is not fun. Now two people domming me at the same time involving orgasm denial, or me tag teaming someone with Raven, that is super fun.

And I agree about wanting to service kink for my domme. That's actually an absolutely necessary element of chastity, teasing, and denial for me. If owner didn't enjoy doing that to me then I wouldn't be interested. Also she literally conditioned and manipulated me (with my permission and much to my enjoyment) into wanting long term denial specifically so I know she gets a lot out of it :) She loves to hear me beg and whine and whimper while I am made to edge. She's pretty sadistic, one of her favorite things is to make me edge and suffer while she gets to cum and I don't.

On the flip side I need to feel like I am, for lack of a better word, special to my dominant. There is a relationship there that is substantial. I am their adoring pet and Raven properly appreciates me for that, and she shows it in a lot of ways. It almost feels a little one sided how many wonderful things she does for me, both in terms of sex and being a great and supportive partner.

Thank you for the ask :)

[miss-madeline-beiste]

Mock Claim Summary

Domme: Madeline Beiste Submissive: @sunnysky-evans Rules & Collar & Post Tag

To start with, I absolutely could not have asked for a more wonderful submissive to experience this mock trial claim with. Skylar Evans is an absolute delight, and I am grateful for his friendship and his eager participation in our mock claim. It was wonderful to spend more time with him than usual and to know that I was a positive presence in his life, every day for the two weeks of the event. I could see Sky growing as a sub each time he worked on something for me, whether it was completing his chores or helping to put together a meal for us. I hope that my real claims, someday, give me the same sort of satisfaction that I got through guiding and taking care of Sky over the past several weeks.

We did have an incident during which Sky lost his temper. To be honest, it was frightening, and I know that I am not physically capable of controlling him if that should have become necessary. He is taller and stronger than I am, and while physical size is not something I ever want to take into consideration when finding my future submissives, it is certainly something for me to think about during more intense scenes. Luckily, I was able to defuse the situation before it got too out of hand, and Sky submitted to his punishment without argument. I’m proud that he trusted me to take care of him at that point, and I’m proud of myself for how I handled the situation, though I do question my actions leading up to the incident itself. I felt helpless when it happened, but I knew I had to do something, and I did. I don’t think I could have done anything differently, but I hope to learn more to better be able to take care of Sky in the future, should he ever wish to be in my care again. 

It’s a weird feeling, to be proud of how I reacted given my abilities at the time, while still knowing that it was not enough and may never be enough. I have a long way to go in my Dominance before I can properly and fully take care of a submissive, but I’m determined to meet that challenge and become the best Domme I can be.

[jofabray]

Eyes Wide Shut || DJ/Jo

TAGGING: Jo Fabray & DJ Berry (@submissivedjberry)

DATE: April 21/22

SUMMARY: Recovering from the Wide

With the wide over and everyone allowed to leave the Switch dorms, Jo staggered - literally - back to the Dominant dorms and struggled mightily to open her door.  It wasn’t locked or secured, but her fingers were locked up and wouldn’t answer her commands, so finally she used them both to work the release and head inside, leaving the door wide open.  Hell.  Hell was the only word for what she’d been through, and her mind and body simply couldn’t take any more.  Stumbling toward the bed, she fell across it with a soft cry.  The blood on her hands, mostly dried, smeared her linens and she found she just couldn’t seem to care.

She couldn’t even cry, she found.  Jo was so tired, so heartsick and overwhelmed, that all she could do was lay in her bed and shake from head to toe as it all washed back over her like a tide.  The car, the horns, the fear and the agony followed by the ladder and the wind and the gravel still embedded in her knees would stay with her for a very long time.  There was a knock at the door, and she didn’t even look back at it.  “Come in,” her voice was muffled by her pillow but still audible.

When it was made clear that the punishment was over and everyone would have been let go at this point, DJ made her way from her own dorm room and towards the Dominant suites. She wasn’t sure what she was going to find when she entered Jo’s suite, wasn’t sure what she was going to do to help. They hadn��t known each other for long at all and DJ was afraid that instead of helping she would just make things worse, but she needed to at least try. Jo had said that she wanted the help and DJ wasn’t just going to back out on what she had said that she would do.

She entered the suite, closing the door behind her. She then made her way to the bedroom and knocked gently on the door. She stepped inside when she was told to enter and then she moved towards the bed, keeping her footsteps slow and quiet. She didn’t know exactly what Jo had been through, didn’t know what sort of help she would need. She eased herself toward the bed, keeping her distance from Jo. “Hi, Miss.”

When DJ had offered her assistance, Jo hadn’t really believed that she was going to need it.  It was a punishment - she’d been punished before.  That was life with Russell Fabray.  But now that she heard a friendly voice Jo nearly burst into tears all over again.  She was lower than she’d ever been, sore in body and tired in spirit, and the thought of coming back from that without help was a daunting prospect indeed.  So having someone else there, even someone who didn’t know her well - maybe especially someone who didn’t know her well - sounded like the best thing in the world.  “Hello, sweetheart,” she greeted through chattering teeth, trying to turn herself around enough to look at DJ.

“Thanks for coming.”  She was crying now, silent tears that hung on her eyelashes.  “I really appreciate it more than you know.”  Jo patted the bed with one hand, an awkward but effective gesture.  “Y’all can sit if you want.”

When the offer to sit was given, DJ took a seat, and reached out to gently grasp Jo’s hand, taking a look at the blood that was coating them. That was something that she would have to take care of. But for now it seemed like the best thing for Jo was just some company and some comfort. Her hand held onto the Dominant’s hand gently, a gentle smile forming on her face. “You made it through, Miss. As awful as whatever you went through was...you made it through and I’m proud of you for that.” The newly marked submissive didn’t know if that was the right thing to say, but she knew that she would want some support if she had had to go through a punishment. 

“And you don’t have to thank me...I’m happy to help. Truly.” DJ offered, thumb rubbing gently across her knuckles before she let go. “Do you have a first aid kit in here, Miss?”

The touch of her hand was a surprise but not at all an unwelcome one.  She opened her fingers as much as they’d allow, wanting DJ to be able to look at them if that was what she had in mind.  “Thank you,” she whispered softly.  “I got two of ‘em out.  Two tasks, two keys.  They wouldn’t let me do any more, I just couldn’t leave subs out there freezin’ and scared.”  It wasn’t meant to be a brag, but just her way of processing out loud.  She didn’t know if DJ knew the details of the punishment or not, but hopefully her statement would make at least a little bit of sense.

“I...yes, I do,” Jo nodded.  “In the bathroom under the sink.  I just got all the stuff from Amazon yesterday.”  Her teeth began to chatter again and she curled up a little.

She nodded her head slowly when Jo explained some of what she had been through, breathing out slowly. “I’m sure that those two submissives are extremely grateful to you for not giving up and doing everything that you could to get them out.” DJ said, keeping her voice soft and hopefully soothing. 

“Okay, Miss. I’m going to go grab the first aid kit and then we’re going to warm you up.” DJ stood up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom as quickly as she could. She knelt down and grabbed the first aid kit, also making sure to grab a cloth and wetting it so that she could wipe up the blood from her hands. She made her way back into the bedroom and sat back down. “Can I see your hands please, Miss?” She waited for Jo to offer them up and carefully wiped the blood from her hands. She also made sure to wipe the blood away from her face that had probably been left there unknowingly. She placed the cloth on the bedside table to deal with later and then opened up the first aid kit to clean the wounds on her hands.

“I wish I could have saved them all,” Jo sighed.  “But there was only two for each of us, and it was…” her lip trembled and she rubbed at her eyes.  “It was so much.”  DJ had been smart enough not to ask about the tasks, which was good - she didn’t know if she could talk about them.

“Okay, sweetheart.  I’m not goin’ anywhere.”  Whether she was really cold or just in shock she couldn’t be sure, but getting warm couldn’t be a bad idea in any case.  For the moment she pushed herself into a better position on the bed, offering up her hands once DJ returned.  She could still feel every impact of her hands on the wheel, the shame and regret that had washed over her when she’d considered taking the goggles off, and the blood seemed somehow hard earned.  Jo didn’t know when she’d transferred it to her face but was glad the submissive had noticed.

“You’re a godsend.”

“It’s not your fault that you couldn’t help all of them, Miss. It’s not your fault at all. And you did good.” If Jo had managed to save the exact amount of people that she could, that meant that she pushed herself, probably almost too far. And now it was Jo’s turn to be taken care of.

DJ took her time with Jo’s hands, making sure that she gave each cut the attention that it needed and deserved. Once she was done, she set the kit aside and bit down on her bottom lip. “Want to change into something warmer, Miss? You can do that...and I can change this sheet here that has some blood on it.” DJ offered, trying to offer what she thought would help most in the moment. Once all of the obvious things were done though, DJ wasn’t sure what she would do. People needed different things when they were hurting or had gone through difficult things. DJ knew exactly what to do with Rachel and with Chandler, but she was at a bit of a loss with Jo and could only hope that simply being there would be enough.

Despite everything, a smile tugged at Jo’s lips.  “I hope so, sweetheart.  I hope I did.”  She still felt guilty letting someone else look after her after a night like she’d had, but DJ was pretty convincing.

She’d done more damage to her hands than she’d realized, given how long it took her guest to look after them, but she was incredibly grateful for the attention.  She’d never have been able to do it herself, and she’d have ended up with blood on her hands for days.  “That sounds like a real good plan, darlin’.  But I...uh...I may need your help.  This dress zips up the back and I don’t think I can bend that way right now.  And do ya’ll think you can open a water for me before I get settled down again?”

Hearing that her help would be needed, DJ smiled softly. “Of course, Miss. Where are your warmer clothes?” She let Jo point out where she could grab the clothes and grabbed a pair that fit well together before moving back to the side of the bed. She let Jo stand up, there to help if it was needed, and eased the zipper of the dress down. She then let the dress pool at Jo’s feet, keeping her eyes where it could be considered respectful. She waited for Jo to get dressed, helping whenever necessary and then moved about to change the sheets on the bed. She put the sheets in the laundry and then went to grab a water, trying to be as quick and efficient as she could be; also managing to find a small snack for Jo to nibble on as well, knowing that that could help in these situations. “Okay, Miss. Ready to settle back down?” The Domme looked dead on her feet and the last thing they needed was Jo to just pass out.

Once she’d pointed out the correct dresser drawer to collect her pajamas from, Jo carefully got to her feet - no easy task just then - and let DJ help her out of her dress.  Part of her felt silly for having worn it to a Wide, but she was proud that it bore the scars of the night.  DJ was polite and careful throughout, and Jo knew that she was going to owe the submissive a debt before everything was over.

Getting dressed was a chore but eventually accomplished, but the submissive was there every moment and took good care of her.  The snack went down surprisingly well, as did the water, and she set the empty down beside the bed.  “Ya don’t have to call me Miss in here, DJ.  Not feelin’ much like a Miss right now.  But yeah, I could...really use a lie down.  I know it’s a lot to ask when we hardly know each other, but...could ya’ll lay with me?  I just need...no, it’s dumb.  Ya don’t have to.”

She sat down on the bed once Jo was settled back down on the bed as well, feeling relief well within her when Jo didn’t fight her on having a snack. It helped DJ feel a bit more confident in how the Dominant was doing, knowing that she could eat and drink, and so far, she didn’t appear to have any trouble keeping the food or drink down. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly when Jo told her that she didn’t have to use the title, her eyebrows narrowing slightly. Sure, her brother had told her that she only needed to use the title when they were in public, but it felt strange for this Dominant that she didn’t know very often to tell her not to use a title. Perhaps if she just didn’t use any form of name?

“I don’t mind laying down with you.” DJ promised, shaking her head slightly. If that was something that would offer some reassurance and comfort to the other, then who was she to deny her? She moved into a laying down position and then offered a kind smile, holding her arms open as an offer.

It was impossible to overstate Jo’s relief when DJ promised that she’d share a bed.  After everything that had happened over the course of the wide she was so worn down and raw that having someone beside her was badly needed.  When DJ offered her arms she crawled into them to rest her head in the crook of the submissive’s neck.  No more than four or five seconds passed between the time that she laid her head down and the moment she began to cry.

She clutched DJ embarrassingly tight, weeping out all that she’d been through and trying to catch her breath between sobs.  “I’m sorry,” she gasped.  “I’m so sorry.”

DJ was simultaneously relieved and surprised when Jo settled into her arms, wrapping them around her to hold her close and tight. The moment her arms wrapped around the other it was as though the floodgates opened, emotions rushing out of the Domme as the reality of the punishment fell over her. 

“Shh.” She said softly, lifting one hand to run through her hair, trying to soothe her as best as she possibly could. “You don’t have to apologize to me or anyone here at the institute. You did everything that you could. There’s nothing more that they would have allowed you to do. So you should be proud of yourself.” She said, speaking slowly and softly, hoping that the words would get through to her. But she really understood if crying was just something that Jo needed to do at that moment. 

She cried herself hoarse, slowly draining the night from her like a lanced wound.  It wasn’t gone, maybe it never would be, but at least she’d been able to drain the worst of the poison.  “I almost gave up,” she admitted in a raspy voice.  “They made me pick.  Get in a c-car,” Jo all but choked on the word.  “And drive it blind.  Or they were gonna punish my sister.  And I was so afraid of that damn car.  I gave my license up years back, and they knew it...somehow they knew everything.  I was this close to giving in and lettin’ Ry suffer because of me.  How could I even have considered that?”

DJ’s presence was such a relief.  Having someone who hadn’t gone through the wide, someone she could explain it to and vent to, made her feel infinitely better.  “The second one wasn’t...as bad.  But by then I was exhausted and that just made everything harder.  The guards in this place are fuckin’ pricks,” she admitted.

She felt her heart stutter at the knowledge of what it was that they had had Jo do and she let out a slow breath. “You considered it because you were scared and because what they asked you to do was so incredibly dangerous. So dangerous. I don’t blame you at all for considering not going through with that. I would have considered not doing it and I have my license.” DJ expressed, wanting Jo to know that it wasn’t a bad thing that she had considered it. “You put your sister above that though and that...that is an admirable thing. You didn’t let her get punished.”

She frowned when Jo said that the guards were pricks and she rubbed her back gently. “I’m sorry that that’s something that you had to go through.” She murmured gently. She was sorry that anyone had had to go through things; especially because she saw some of the choices...saw that some people had been outed through this entire experience and it was horrifying. 

“I couldn’t.  I knew what might happen, that I could have another accident or that someone could get hurt, but...for my sister, there was just no choice.”  The shakes and chills were all but gone now, and Jo was grateful for the chance to talk everything out.  “I don’t even know where I drove.  There were car horns that I think were playing on the speakers, and this stupid GPS that had Sue’s voice…” she shook her head.  “It doesn’t matter, I guess, but I can’t believe they’d actually risk people’s safety.”

The gentle hand on her back made her hum softly, and Jo pulled back just a little to show DJ a shaky smile.  “You know, your sister’s a good talker.  I’ve seen that.  But you’re an even better listener.  And I’m glad ya offered this the other day, because I didn’t know how much I was gonna need it.”

She hadn’t missed what Jo had said. Another accident. But she also wasn’t going to pressure Jo into talking about it or ask her about something that DJ didn’t need to know about and had no right to ask about. That wasn’t her style, especially not with someone she didn’t know well. Particularly when they were so emotionally overwhelmed too. “You did what you had to do. And everyone is okay. It all turned out as okay as it could. Just breathe through it.” DJ urged gently, trying to ease the fear and pain that were still clear in the words being spoken and the ton of her voice. 

DJ couldn’t help the soft chuckle when Jo said that Rachel was a good talker, nodding her head. “She certainly is. I think that girl could talk forever and ever if someone would let her. Only with breaks for singing.” She teased, smiling when Jo called her a good listener. “Well, I’m happy that I offered to be here for you too.” DJ hated the idea of Jo being here by herself when she was so clearly distraught.

Breathe through it.  Good advice, not so easily followed.  But she was right, Jo knew.  All she could do now was try and move past everything that the punishment had brought up.  It wasn’t as easy as saying that, of course, but it was the place to start.  If a person knew their destination, they would find their way to it - a Fabray saying if ever there was one.  “It’s going to be a long time gettin’ over this.  For a lot of them, I think.”

“Nothing wrong with that.  Sounds like a gift, really, and I’m sure a lot of folks’d appreciate the gift of gab right now.”  Jo backed off just a little more, quirking an eyebrow.  “Now, I’ve got an important decision for y’all to make.  I’m suddenly starving - want to make something or should we just order in?  We can watch Singin’ In the Rain until I can sleep.”

When Jo said that it would take a long time for many of them to get over it, DJ couldn’t help but think that the same thing could be said for how long it would take Jo to get over it. But that wasn’t the girl’s place to say...especially not right after the punishment had occurred.

She hummed softly and nodded. “Lots of people don’t think so...so I hope that people here appreciate it more.” DJ murmured gently, before falling silent for a little while. Her eyebrows furrowed as Jo moved away from her, tilting her head to the side just a bit, wondering what was going on. “Well, I guess that depends on what you want to eat. Any ideas?” DJ questioned, smiling at the thought of watching Singin’ In The Rain. It sounded pretty perfect.

“Really?”  She was fairly quiet by nature, but the idea that people wouldn’t like someone who could be talkative and fill the silence was all sorts of confusing for her.  “Tell you what...you, your sister, your brother, any of you are always welcome here.  The conversation might drown me out, but I wouldn’t want any of ya to feel like you’re left out or not appreciated.”  DJ had been kind enough to be there for her, to let her cry out all that she’d been through, and that meant the world to Jo.

“What would I like to eat...somethin’ simple, I think.  Easy on the stomach.  Dunno if my body’s going to like me so much tonight.  Bacon and eggs?  Or just egg sandwiches, maybe...either or.”

“Yeah, high school was not a great time for Rachel. People can be awful.” Anger and frustration. That was all she felt when she thought about the people that had been so awful to her sister. She still didn’t understand their reasoning...didn’t think they even understood why they were so mean to her. “Thank you. That’s really sweet of you.”

Bacon wasn’t something that she had ever actually eaten, but she figured that she could work on at least cooking the bacon. And it couldn’t hurt to try the meat for the first time ever, could it? She had mostly subscribed to the traditions of Judaism because of her parents, and while some things she could see herself continuing, perhaps there were some traditions and rules that she could let go. “I can make that for you, M--.” She cut herself off, remembering what Jo had asked for.

Jo frowned.  She’d been lucky enough to skate by in high school, never as popular as her sisters but not the bottom of the totem pole either.  “I’m sorry to hear that.  I’m hoping this place is different for her, then, because we’re all adults here.”  She hesitated for a moment.  “Did you have the same high school experience?”  A smile tugged at her lips, faint but there.  “Of course, sweetheart.”

Maybe the request not to call her Miss was just confusing, Jo thought.  DJ was a recent arrival, they’d never been in the same room until now, and an order like that might be unfair.  “If titles are gonna pop out, darlin’, don’t stress about it.  I shouldn’t have made a big deal about it.  And only if ya’ll don’t mind cookin’ - you really don’t have to.”

“I’m hoping that it will be different for her here too. She deserves so much good. And she has such a big heart if people just give her the time of day. I know I might be a bit biased because she’s my sister...but I promise that it’s the truth.” DJ expressed, chewing on her bottom lip gently. At the question, she shook her head. “The most I got was when I stood up for Rachel. So it was nowhere near as bad for me as it was for her.” She wished she could have done more to make Rachel’s high school experience better.

Hearing that it was okay to not stress about using titles, DJ winced. Clearly she hadn’t been very subtle about the struggle and she hated that. She hadn’t wanted Jo to have to worry about that in the moment, when she was supposed to be caring for the Domme. “I don’t mind cooking.” DJ expressed, chewing on her bottom lip and then moving to get off the bed. “Do you need anything right now before I go make the food?”

“You’re allowed to be biased for your own family, DJ.  It’d be kind of weird if you weren’t.  I’d like to spend some time with her, with both of y’all, and do what I can to help her get settled.  I’m no great Domme or anything, but I know it can be rough when you’re brand new and don’t necessarily know what to do.”  Jo’s brow furrowed.  “I’m sure y’all did what you could.  There’s no way to stop that kinda thing unless the school’s willing to step up.”

Jo smiled.  “Then I appreciate it, sweetheart.  I’m good for now, so long as you don’t mind if I lay here instead of sittin’ in the kitchen while you work.  I don’t think being stood up is gonna be a good look for me right now.”

“You’re pretty right about that. Especially when my family is so awesome.” She teased gently, biting down on her bottom lip and then shrugging a bit. “That’s sweet of you. Thank you.” Jo seemed like someone that would be kind and genuine with Rachel and her sister definitely needed that in her life. “Even if I did everything that I could...it just still wasn’t enough.”

“I don’t mind at all. You stay here and I’ll bring the food here when I’m all done with it.” DJ made her way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. She moved about, finding everything that she would need and then went about cooking bacon for the first time. She wasn’t positive if it would turn out well, but she knew that she would do everything that she could to ensure that it wasn’t a disaster.

“I’ll look forward to meeting them, in that case,” Jo smiled.  “You’re welcome, but y’all don’t have to thank me.  It’s what any half-decent person would do.”  She furrowed her brow and reached out to rest a hand on DJ’s shoulder.  “No one’s going to win a war against high school bullies.  All you’d have done was made you just as big a target and you wouldn’t have been able to help her at all because you’d have needed her help, or your brother’s.”

“Thank ya, sweetheart,” Jo murmured, letting her eyes shut and immediately regretting it as she was immediately brought back to the inside of the car.  She opened them back up, pulling some pillows up to rest her back against.  She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, staring ahead.

The hand on her shoulder helped her relax and she offered a small smile to the Domme. “I know you’re right. But it still sucks.” She paused and then shook her head. “Enough about that though.” It didn’t do anything to dwell on that when she really couldn’t change anything now.

She moved about the kitchen cooking the bacon and eggs to the best of her ability and creating an egg sandwich with a piece of bacon on the side for herself, while creating a bacon and egg sandwich with the other pieces of bacon on the side for Jo. She also grabbed them each another water and then made her way back to the kitchen, figuring she could clean up afterwards. When she walked in and saw Jo staring straight ahead, she frowned. “Hey..”

“It does.  There’s not a thing in the world worse than knowin’ you can’t help your family.”  And because Russell Fabray was the last person on Earth she wanted to think of just then, she was glad when DJ changed the topic.  It was good for both of them and she nodded easy agreement.  “Good call.  We can talk more about that some other time, if y’all want.”

Jo didn’t know how long DJ had been in the kitchen until the soft voice startled her back to herself.  “Hey - sorry.  I tried to shut my eyes, but I think that’s a bad idea right now.  So I figured I’d just wait up for ya.”  It was more ‘stare into space’ than actually waiting for the submissive, but it was close enough for government work.  “Looks delicious,” she gestured to the plates.  “Come grab yourself a comfy spot.”

“I think we should have some good things settle before those eyes before we try and have them close again.” As much as Jo needed sleep, it would do no good if she automatically saw the terrors of the evening all over again. A smile formed on her face when DJ said that it looked delicious. She must have done something right with the bacon if there wasn’t a clear sign that she had done it incorrectly. She handed one of the plates to the other and then moved to take a spot on the bed next to Jo. She crossed her legs and set her own plate in her lap, glancing over at the other. “Let me know what you think. I’m sorry if it’s awful. I promise that I did my best.” DJ said, worrying her bottom lip as she waited slightly impatient to see what Jo might think of the taste.

“That’s probably for the best, darlin’, I agree.  Right now what’s back there really ain’t doing the trick.”  Her brain wasn’t likely to let them go for a long time now, but a few good thoughts would go a long way to helping her settle.  She gratefully accepted the plate and immediately shook her head.  “It looks amazin’.  Nice fluffy eggs, crisp bacon - you don’t have to worry about a thing, I’m just so very grateful that you’re here.”

She bit into the sandwich and immediately felt her gorge rise as her stomach tried to say no.  But she wasn’t going to let that happen, especially not when DJ was nervous about the food.  She swallowed hard, licking her lips and giving the submissive a comforting nod.  “It’s perfect.  Absolutely perfect.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I’ll do my best to help give you some nice things, Miss!” DJ promised, clearing her throat and nodding her head. She wasn’t sure what more she could do...what more Jo would want her to do...and how long she would be welcome in the room, but she would do what she could. And hopefully the musical that they were going to watch would assist with that. 

She felt her stomach and her heart settle when Jo said that everything tasted good. The last thing she needed was for her cooking to somehow make the other’s day that much worse. “Okay...okay good. I’ve never actually cooked bacon before so I wasn’t sure...I’m glad that I did well.” She uttered gently, glancing down at the one piece of bacon on her plate. She picked it up and examined it for a moment before bringing it to her lips and taking a bite.

“I don’t doubt it for a second - that seems like the sort of thing you’d be very good at, if you don’t mind my sayin’.”  She took a few more bites of the sandwich and was glad to find that her body stopped trying to fight it and gave in to her instead.  It really was good, and she knew that getting something down after being sick on the way out of the car was going to go a long way toward getting her fit again.

The admission confused her, although it made sense that not everyone was a fan of bacon.  “Ya did great!  Is it really your first time, though?  I can’t imagine goin’ through life without bacon.”

She couldn’t help the way in which her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat. She didn’t mind Jo saying that at all. It was very kind of her. And something that certainly helped brighten the mood surrounding them. Even if DJ felt a bit bad because she was supposed to be the one cheering her up.

“I’m glad it turned out well for you.” She expressed, head tilting to the side before explaining why it was that she hadn’t cooked it before. “My father is Jewish.” DJ said as an explanation, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “But this is pretty good.” She didn’t think she would start eating bacon all the time, but it was nice to finally know what it tasted like. She finished off the one piece that she had set aside for herself and then went back to the egg sandwich that she had made. 

If she hadn’t been preoccupied with everything else, Jo definitely would have been impressed by the way those cheeks looked with a bit of color in them.  DJ was a very attractive girl, and even a traumatized version of Jo could appreciate that.

Her jaw dropped, and she was glad that she didn’t have any food in her mouth.  “I made a Jewish girl cook bacon?  Hell, darlin’, why didn’t y’all say so?  I’d never have asked you to do that if I’d known.”  Then, realizing that DJ had eaten at least once piece, she looked even more shocked.  “And did I corrupt said girl into actually eatin’ it?  Jeez, I’m goin’ to hell.  I mean Daddy always said I was anyway, but I think I made sure of it.”  It didn’t stop her from finishing the sandwich, though.

She couldn’t help but laugh softly at Jo’s face when it clicked in her brain that DJ was Jewish, shrugging her shoulders slightly. “Here’s the thing. I love my parents. And the Jewish tradition is special and important. But there are some things that I mostly just did to make sure that they were happy. And making me eat a piece of bacon, especially since you didn’t make me do anything, isn’t going to damn your soul.” DJ uttered, nudging her arm against Jo’s. She watched Jo go back to eating and giggled softly. “Guess it didn’t hurt your heart too much to know that I was eating bacon when I’m Jewish.” 

It was actually a relief to hear that DJ didn’t mind the bacon - she’d actually felt extraordinarily bad in that first moment, despite going back and finishing her sandwich.  “I’m pretty sure it was damned already, between you and me,” she chuckled - the sound surprising her.  “I suppose it didn’t...either that or I was too impressed by this sandwich to voice my concerns properly!  Either way, I guess it worked out.  But,” her voice got softer, “I am glad I didn’t make you do somethin’ you weren’t comfortable with.”

“You definitely didn’t force me into anything at all. So don’t worry about that.” She promised, finishing off her egg sandwich and then opening up her bottle of water. “I um...I hope you don’t mind that I grabbed one for myself?” She offered, furrowing her eyebrows slightly and looking down at the bottle; regretting the grabbing and opening of the bottle before she had gotten permission. Had she screwed up already? Jo had asked her not to call her Miss and she had fumbled...and now she was taking things that weren’t hers. She swallowed the lump in her throat, screwing the bottle cap back on. 

“Of course not - I should have told you to get one for yourself, so that was my mistake.  My head’s not workin’ so good, I don’t think.  But if it makes you feel better, you’ve got my permission now.  Drink up, darlin’,” Jo gestured to the bottle.  She really did feel like she was failing a lot, but she hoped that she could put DJ at ease.  It would have been a natural order if she’d thought of it.

She smiled softly when Jo said to drink up, taking a few sips of the bottle of water before setting it down and rubbing the back of her neck. She didn’t want to push or make anything worse and so she was simply trying to do her best to be what Jo needed in that moment; and she just hoped that she was succeeding. “Have you ever seen Singin’ In The Rain before?”

“I haven’t, no.  I think I may have heard a song or two over the years from it, but Daddy dearest wasn’t exactly a fan of musicals.  Or anything that wasn’t football and Glenn Beck and whatever other right wing bullshit he spent his time on.”  Her lips must have been loose, she knew, because she didn’t talk about her father often.  “Sorry, not the point.  Tell me all about it, so I know what I’m gettin’ into - but first, you wanna get a little comfier, if you’re done eating?”

Her nose wrinkled in a way that definitely showcased the fact that her opinion on Jo’s father already wasn’t one of appreciation. He sounded exactly like the type of person that would have been terribly hateful towards her family; and while she tried to be open and compassionate, some people made it extremely difficult to do so. “You don’t have to be sorry. “No, no...I can’t tell you about it! You have to experience it for what it is!” She exclaimed, eyes wide as though it would be a travesty to tell her what to expect. “But I could never say no to getting more comfy.”

DJ’s visceral reaction made Jo smile, intrigued by the passion that the submissive had for the film.  “In that case, please don’t tell me a single thing.  You’ll have to tell me whether we have similar reactions to the experience.”  Nodding, Jo set her plate aside and gestured to the head of the bed.  “Let’s prop some pillows up then, and we’ll get all set up.”

“I’m glad you’re seeing things my way. But I will absolutely let you know if we had the same reactions to things. Or at least similar ones. I think it’s impossible to have the exact same reactions to things.” DJ set aside the plate and her bottle of water before helping Jo put the pillows in a position that would be most comfortable for the both of them as they watched the movie. “Is there anything else you need?”

“I suppose you’re right about that - if two people had the exact same reactions to the same thing that’d be a little suspicious.”  She was very, very grateful for DJ’s help - mostly because it meant she didn’t have to bend and stretch too much.  “I’d say the only thing I need is a warm body against mine, darlin’, if you’d be so kind.”

She cleared her throat and once again fought off the blush that had risen to her cheeks. She’d never actually been called ‘darlin’ before and it was nicer than she would like to admit or could admit to anyone. “Happy to offer that for you.” The avoiding calling Jo anything seemed to be working well for her and she decided to keep it going. She got comfortable on the bed, as close to Jo as she could get.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Jo murmured softly, grabbing the remote before wrapping an arm around DJ’s shoulders.  There was nothing romantic in it, at least not intentionally, she just needed a body against her own and it was easier if she could put an arm around her.  Scrolling through the menu, she found the movie and pressed play, resting her head against DJ’s.  “Here we go.”

She happily curled into the Dominant’s arms, humming contently. It was comfortable and she was excited to experience this movie with someone who had never seen it before. It wasn’t often that she got to watch musicals with someone who had never seen them before; at least not when she had. So she was certainly going to take advantage of the musical with Jo; this one and whichever other musicals they were to watch in the future.

Part of Jo worried that she might not be able to focus on the movie - her mind was still locked in a loop of terrible thoughts and stress and likely would be for a while - but it was actually much easier to stay with than she’d expected.  The music was catchy as hell and she found herself humming softly and tapping her toes under the blankets, incredibly grateful for the distraction.  DJ had chosen just the thing she needed after all, and the submissive’s presence just felt right.

[ainsley-corcoran]

Swipe Right Scene #3 || Ainsley & Cady

TAGGING: Ainsley Corcoran & Cady Scheuster ( @littlecadyshue )

TIME: Monday, May 14th

LOCATION: Ainsley’s Suite

SUMMARY: Bondage, Pain play, Voyeurism, Orgasm control. 

Ainsley was actually quite looking forward to the scene she had planned with Cady. It wasn’t her normal style and she was excited to get to try something new. Bondage was one of Sawyers soft limits and Bel hadn’t shown much interest in pain play, so it would be nice to get to try it with someone who she knew was comfortable with it. The lighting in the room was low and strategic, sure to result in some dramatic pictures and she had already already laid out a few lengths of coarse rope and her strongest bullet vibrator in preparation. And, with her recently arrived camera fully charged and already synced to her printer, she was left counting down the minutes until Cady’s arrival.

Cady was excited to scene with Ainsley. The switch seemed to be very serious about things, but she could tell they would definitely have fun together. The event had left her with a bad taste in her mouth, after the conversation with Devyn - but maybe this could change it. She came up to Ainsley’s door and knocked, kneeling to wait. “Hi, Miss,” she greeted with a bright grin.

At the sound of the knock, Ainsley was on her feet and at the door a moment later, smiling down at the submissive. “Hello, Cady. Come on in.” Closing the door behind her, she led her to the spare room, “Go ahead and strip down and kneel on the mat right over there. I’d like to make sure everything looks right with the camera before we get started,” Ainsley said, turning the camera on and fiddling with the settings as she waited for Cady to do as she was instructed.

She followed her into the spare room, a thrill running through her. The exhibitionist inside of her was delighted that she’d be photographed, and even more that she’d be on display for her Domme. “Of course, Miss,” she replied, quickly stripping out of her clothing and kneeling on the mat, unashamed of her nudity, her pale skin already slightly flushed in anticipation of what was coming.

With the camera ready and situated on its tripod, Ainsley turned back to the Submissive, nodding her head in approval with a smile, retrieving the vibrator and it’s remote. “Very good, beautiful. Now, I have five positions planned for you, but first, I'd like you to state your safeword and limits, please.” She said as she stood in front Cady and committed her words to memory. “Now, I believe I promised you some orgasms denial as well, so go ahead lay back and we’ll get started.”

“My safeword is dugout, and my pause word is inning, Miss. My hard limits are permanent marks, mummification, bathroom play and anything violating my Mistress’s rules.” She didn’t think they’d touch her limits, but she knew why Ainsley had asked. Her eyes lit up, her body already trembling in anticipation of being touched. Cady laid back on the mat, her legs spread. “Yes please, Miss.”

Ainsley grinned as she saw a slight tremble run brought the other girl’s body, moisture already gathering at the apex of her thighs. “Good girl,” she murmured, warming the vibrator in one hand, before slipping it into Cady’ quivering pussy, immediately turning it on, a low hum able to be heard in the quiet of the room. “Remember, you’re not allowed to cum.” Picking up a few lengths of rope, she tilted her head in thought before speaking. “Now, I think I start off with something easy so I can gauge your pain tolerance. Lay on your stomach and I’m going to tie your arms and legs behind your back.”

She gasped softly when the toy was pushed inside of her, the gentle buzz of it immediately making her moan. “Yes, Miss,” she whispered. Cady knew she had good control - but god, this was going to be a test of it. Carefully, she shifted to lay on her stomach, leaving her limbs loose and pliant for the switch to tie her as she wished, her body twitching around the toy inside of her.

The rope Ainsley had chosen was a little coarser than she’d usually use, adding a bit to the pain play aspect of their scene. Each move she made had a bit more force than was strictly necessary, and she easily bound Cady’s legs together and then her arms, her forearms resting against each other. Taking a third length, she looped it under the knots she’d made and began to pull her ankles closer to her arms, watching with satisfaction and the Submissive instinctively arched her back to ease the pressure on her limbs and only stopping when she heard her inhale sharply. “How are you doing, sweetheart? On a scale of one to ten, what is your pain level?” She asked, wanting to have a base value to work off of.

Even without the toy, the rough rope combined with the way Ainsley was jerking her around would have made Cady wet and whimpering. But with it - she moaned with every forced movement, every scrape of the rope on her skin, her mind spinning with the arousal warm in her belly. “Mm… four, Miss,” she murmured. The position was uncomfortable, but nothing she couldn’t handle easily.

“Very good, Cady. I’m glad to hear that. While you look absolutely delicious as is, I’m glad we can move forward.” As Ainsley walked around to the camera, she tapped her remote a few times, changing the intensity of the vibrations from the bullet, smirking at the sounds that escaped the other girl as she snapped a picture. Her fingers moved quickly as she untied the ropes, giving Cady a moment of rest, before delivering her next order. “Go ahead and stand up, beautiful, and we’ll move on.”

Her cheeks flushed with delight at Ainsley’s compliment. “Thank you, Miss,” she murmured. The different vibrations brought moans and whimpers to the sub’s lips, her thighs twitching as she struggled to hold onto her control. Cady could only hope she took good photos for her Mistress, and for the switch posing her. She stretched her legs carefully, trying not to move too much with the humming toy inside of her. Gingerly, the sub stood, her sex obviously soaked with arousal now, her nipples swollen and erect.

Ainsley bit her lip as she watched Cady move, enjoying the sounds she was making and the sight of her all flushed and dripping. They made it through the next few positions, paths of red standing out in stark contrast to the other girl’s pale skin, cross crossing over her breasts and erect nipples as she tied the rope a little tighter and pulled it a little faster. “Alright, good girl, for this next one, I’m going to make things a little more difficult. But you’re not allowed to cum, understand?” Turning the vibrator up a little higher, she ran a length of rope between Cady’s legs, tethering it to a knot at the back of her neck so that every time she tried to straighten up, the rope would slide against her sensitive lips, stimulating her aching clit.

She was flushed and breathing hard, her eyes wide with how turned on she was. The insides of her thighs were damp with arousal, her folds swollen and red, almost covering the piercing through her clit. A little whimper caught in her throat when Ainsley reminded her she couldn’t cum. “Yes.. y-yes, Miss,” she whispered, toes curling as she tried to summon her control. Cady’s mouth dropped open on a moan as the toy vibrated harder inside of her, the rope scratching against her in just the right way. “Miss… Miss please,” she whimpered, stooping over a little even as the pressure on her clit made her want to arch.

With a wicked grin on her face, she came up behind the Submissive, running a hand through her hair, before giving a harsh yank, “I have to admit, I quite like this look on you. However, I’d think I’d like it better if you were on your knees.” She commented almost conversationally, not giving her much time to do anything but obey as she began pushing down lightly on her shoulder. While Ainsley knew following her instructions would be difficult- between the constriction of the ropes, the biting pressure on her sensitive pussy, and the soreness in her already abused muscles. However,  she also believed Cady would be able to handle the barrage of sensation she knew the other girl would have to endure.

Cady whimpered but tried to ease herself down onto her knees, her jaw trembling from how overstimulated she was. Eventually she made it, fluid dripping from between her thighs, her fingers digging hard into her thighs. Every time she took a breath, the rope moved against her, making her whine loudly. “Miss, please,” she begged, struggling to keep from moving much though her hips twitched with need.

There was a notable wet spot growing on the mat beneath the other girl and Ainsley ran a hand through her hair soothingly, letting the the vibrations calm slightly. “You’re doing great, good girl. Just calm down, we’re almost done.” She was tempted to make Cady wait a while longer, just to see how long the Submissive could, but she’d been very good, and a part of Ainsley was curious to see what Cady would look like cumming when she could barely move as is. “I’m going to let you cum, but you have to ask first, understand?”  She asked, turning up the vibrator to full power as she moved behind the camera, hoping to catch the exact moment.

Cady inhaled as deeply as she dared, though it wasn’t much - not when moving felt like the worst idea ever. She bit her bottom lip and nodded slightly, whimpering when the movement pulled on the rope. She could do this. A thrill shot through her - she would be allowed to cum? - and she moaned in anticipation. “Yes… Yes Miss!” Her voice rose on a shout as the toy turned up, sending heat through her overstimulated body. It didn’t take long for her to groan and turn wet eyes to the switch. “Please, Miss! Please may I cum, please?!”

Ainsley pretended to contemplate her request for moment, before shaking her head, feeling high with power as she began to tap out nonsensical pattern with the vibrator. “Hmm, somehow, I think you can beg more prettily than that. Try again or I might change  my mind, beautiful.” As tempting as it was to just give in, she knew Cady could last a little longer. Not to mention, the scientific part of her was curious about how long she could last. After another minute, Ainsley’s one desire to see the submissive cum outweighed her desire to keep her waiting, “Alright, Cady, cum for me, gorgeous.”

Watching Cady cum while barely able to move was incredibly erotic, and Ainsley timing was perfect, because she was able to capture the exact moment the submissive let go. Making a mental note to print the pictures before Cady left, she moved over to the smaller girl, running a hand to her hair, “You did such a good job. I’m very proud of you.” Once she’d calmed enough, Ainsley worked as quickly as she could, untying the other girl speaking soothing words of praises as she carefully tended to her rope burns, before leading her into the bathroom for a nice bubble bath and some much needed aftercare.