#the wild thing is I was anticipating playing him way more slutty but then the DM put Zala in front of him like asap

[ashmcgivern]

Outfits outfits outfits

Some of the group decided we needed to see Zeal in a corset, which... yeap. Good choices. I've yet to put that drawing into the group chat. :'D

The other two is Zeals "desert gear" which is a phrase I use SUPER lightly. He had like, maybe an hour to get something that wasn't going to make him die of heat exhaustion so this is the best he could put together. Thankfully, we didn't spend a ton of time in the desert so when we next return I'll have more time to make sure we're better equipped.

[anonymousfiction211]

Surrender

Summary: You and Loki are in a constant power struggle, even in the bedroom. Word count: 1.695 Warning: Smut

Loki, being a prince, was used to people who served him and did as he wished. He was slightly addicted to power. As a prince there were always girls who threw themselves at him. Girls who were so willing to sleep with him, with just a snap of his finger. You however, never were one of those girls. You never just agreed with him, let him win when you played board games or tried to please him. Whenever Loki used his silver tongue to persuade you to do something, you always knew what to say back.

That was one of the reasons Loki liked you so much. He needed you chase you, convince you, you were a challenge to him. It was a power game the two of you were playing for a while. And you both loved every minute of it. It didn’t take long before Loki started to court you. Since you were getting to know each other better, things became more physical. You started to tease each other more, especially in public places. When Loki asked if you would play a game in his bedroom you knew exactly where this was going. You were playing a board game while you sat on his lap. You started to wiggle in his lap, making him hard. He was stroking your thighs, pretending he didn’t notice it turned you on. It didn’t take long before the two of you were kissing. You walked towards his bed, but there was a problem. You both were tyring to dominate the other person.

‘Darling, I know you enjoy the upper hand. But that is not going to happen in bed. So, be a good girl and kneel before your prince’ he purred while he smirked at you. He saw the look in your eyes, fire. He knew how much you hated when he reminded you that as a prince, he was above you. ‘Honey, I think you have me mistaken for one of your boring slutty girls who used to throw themselves at you. Don’t make that mistake again, just lie down on the bed for me’ you said, while giving him a smirk. There was a long silence. Neither of you looked away from the other, determined to win.

Loki looked at you mischievously and waved his hand. With a green shimmer your clothes were gone. You were annoyed and turned on at the same time. His eyes started to wander over your body, and he licked his lips in anticipation. You quickly stepped forward and pressed your lips against his. He had not expected you to do that and let out a small gasp. You used that to your advantaged and slid your tongue in his mouth. He grabbed your neck to deepen the kiss and get back some control. While you were kissing passionately you started to unbuckle his pants. They fell on the floor and you started to stroke his hardened cock. This made him moan. With one hand still holding your neck his other hand started to stroke your breast. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. His hand left your neck and he bent down a little. You felt his cock sliding out of your hand. He took one of your breasts in his mouth, circling your nipple with his tongue and slightly biting in your flesh. With one hand he was pinching your other nipple. You were getting wetter and your pussy was now throbbing for attention. You knew you had to switch tactics, if you wanted to win this game.

‘Fine, I’ll kneel if you remove your shirt’ you sighed. Loki stood up straight and looked surprised at you. He hadn’t expected that you would give up so easily. He took off his shirt and you knelt before him. You began stroking his thighs and sliding your tong all over his cock. You started to tease the tip of his cock by slowly drawing circles with your tongue. This made Loki growl in frustration. He grabbed your hair, pulling you from your feet. ‘On the bed, now!’ he said with such a low voice, it made you shiver. He didn’t wait for a reaction and pushed you on the bed. He immediately crawled on top of you, starting to kiss you roughly. You let him, if he thought you had surrendered to him, he would let his guard down. Your hands roamed his body and he responded by stroking your clit in an extremely slow pace. He was going to give you the same frustrated treatment, you had given him.

You became a moaning mess, desperately for release. Loki started to chuckle ‘My, my, I am almost disappointed you did not put up more of a fight’. You tried to ignore him thinking of a way to get the upper hand again. He puts his lips to your ear and whispered seductively ‘Beg me to come, pet’. He looked you in your eyes and saw the anger when he said the nickname. You suddenly hooked one of your legs behind his knee and rolled the two of you over. You heard Loki grunt and you grabbed his arms to hold them in place next to his head. He glared at you, but you saw a twinkle in his eyes. You knew he was enjoying this game. You moved closer to sit on his face and forcefully grabbed his hair. ‘Try to make me come if you can, pet’ you quipped back to him. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue out to meet your clit. While he was licking and sucking you started to hum ‘Hmm.. silver tongue indeed’. You slowly started to ride his face, feeling your orgasm build up. Loki started to moan, the tingling sensation send you over the edge and you came undone.

He worked you through your high and you positioned yourself to straddle his lap. You felt his hardened cock twitch, so you started to rock your hips forwards and backwards. ‘Since you were such a good boy, I might even consider you to come as well. Beg me for it’ you purred. Loki put his arms behind his head and started to laugh. ‘Oh kitten, you are indeed wild. Let’s see how many times you need to come before you finally surrender, shall we?’ he said. You stopped and looked confused at him, when you suddenly felt two hands grab you from behind. They lifted you up and put you down on Loki’s cock. You let out a load moan when you felt his cock filling every inch of you. You looked back to see one of his naked clones grinning behind you. You looked back at the Loki in front of you, who was smirking. ‘This is not fair’ you said, trying to ignore the two clone hands starting to roam your body. When they moved to your clit you wanted to get away, but the clone grabbed your throat holding your upper body firm against his. It became harder for you to breath. The finger on your clit was going slowly. ‘I’m the God of Mischief darling, I don’t have to play fair’ Loki grinned to you. You glared at him. The clone was moving his fingers faster and you felt yourself clench around Loki’s cock. ‘That’s it, now be a good little kitten and come for me’ he said. You came hard on his cock, while trying to fight of the hands of his clone.

‘Isn’t it so much easier to just surrender yourself to me?’ he smirked. You were thinking of a way out of this situation, but Loki started to move his hips up and down in a very slow pace. You instinctively rocked your hips trying to increase the pace. It did not work. You wanted to bend down and kiss him, but his clone still had you pressed against him. His fingers were still circling your sensitive clit and his hand on your necked had travelled down to play with your breasts. You heard yourself gasping for air, while you were still struggling to get out of his grip. The real Loki laughed at you, almost sadistically. ‘Such a pretty girl, and all mine’ he purred. Your next orgasm hit you fast, and you came screaming his name. You were feeling tired, sore, and sensitive. Loki still had not reached his high and was now pumping in and out of you faster. The clone was adding more and more pressure on your clit and you came again. Every time you came Loki would growl and start to pump faster. He never broke his intense eye contact with you. You were seeing stars and did not know how many orgasms you have had, or if you never came down from your high. Loki was relentless and didn’t give you any time to recover from your orgasm.

As he was pumping faster and faster you knew he had to be close. The clone behind you vanished and you fell forwards on his chest. You were a panting moaning mess. He grabbed your hair to pull your face closer for a passionate kiss. He gave you a devilish smile ‘Now, do you finally surrender?’ You didn’t answer him, you didn’t want him to win. ‘tsk.. darling you are only making this harder for yourself. Last change, do you surrender, or should I conjure up another clone?’. You were breathing heavily. The thought of going through all that again, you just could not. ‘Yes, I surrender’ you said softly. Loki came inside you, right after you said the words. He pumped in and out of you a few more times before pulling out completely.

You laid on your back trying to catch your breath. Loki left you to clean the both of you. When he came to lay next to you, he pulled you into a tight embrace.‘Guess I lost this time’ you giggled. He chuckled ‘Well.. I had to cheat a little darling, you really are quite a challenge’. He kissed the top of your head and you fell asleep in his arms.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the story. I recently started to write Loki fics (mostly smut). I never have writtin anything before that. Also, English isn’t my first language. So if you have any tips or tricks, let me know :)

[commander-diomika]

Pairing: Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam/Oscar Wilde

Word Count: 1700

Rating: Explicit

Additional Tags: Pet Play, Under-negotiated Kink, Collars, Gags, Xenophilia, Mushblins, Choking, It/It's pronouns, Verbal Humiliation, Kinktober 2021

Prompt: Pet play / Body Worship / Bukkake

Summary: "There is no mode of action, no form of emotion, that we do not share with the lower animals. It is only by language that we rise above them." Oscar Wilde

The main reason Grizzop was so furious when Wilde called him an "it" was that he hated how it turned him on.

“Of course, you’ve just got this shit lying around in your office, you perv.”

Wilde finished fastening the collar and lead around Grizzop’s neck. He took Grizzop’s face in one hand and leant forward, faces close. Despite the width of Grizzop’s mouth, Wilde’s hands were big enough to grip his cheeks in fingers and thumb.

“Pets don’t talk.” Wilde said flatly.

But they do bite, Grizzop thought and lunged to chomp down on the hand wrapping over his face. His teeth snapped together on empty air. Curst, but Wilde was faster than he’d anticipated.

“No no, none of that either,” Wilde said, and from the same drawer that contained lead and collar, he drew another leather strap. “I don’t have any gags big enough for your filthy mouth but, this will do fine.” He jammed the collar into Grizzop’s mouth, pulling it and cinching it tight. It drew Grizzop’s lips back in a broad snarl but left him unable to close his teeth together. His tongue moved around the leather, tasting it and feeling a little drool leak from one side of his mouth.

“Maybe I liked it. When you called me “it.”” Grizzop stood tall and proud on the other side of Wilde’s desk, but his cheeks were stained with a nice kelp-green blush. “Maybe I want you to do it again, but naked this time.”

“You like being called an “it,” a creature?” Wilde stood thoughtfully. “I think perhaps you should be the naked one, then.” He came around the other side of the desk and locked the door. “Take your clothes off, then. Animals don’t wear clothes.”

Wilde shoved a firm hand between Grizzop’s shoulder blades. Grizzop probably could have resisted. He was certainly stronger than this fop, but then again, he’d asked for this, hadn’t he? Asked to be pushed around by a bard in a fancy suit who saw him as nothing more than a beast, and what exactly did that say about him?

He let his knees hit the floor, resigned. He gave a surprised yelp as a yank on the lead sent him down to all fours. He’d forgotten the collar was attached to a lead, firmly wound around Wilde’s hand.

“That’s a much better look for you, pet.” Grizzop growled at the rush of wet between his legs at the word.

Wilde walked a slow circle around the kneeling goblin. Grizzop couldn’t help but eye his soft leather shoes with scorn, low ankle boots that looked like they’d never touched a forest floor or felt the stain of mud on their thin soles. He lifted his head to watch Wilde’s curious, observing path around him. Suddenly there was an uncalloused hand on one ear, pulling his head back down.

“Eyes down, pet, whilst I examine you, or I’ll put blinkers on you as well as the gag.” Wilde said in a soft and sly voice.

As Grizzop leant his head down a small stream of drool fell from his open mouth onto the wood floor. Wilde’s shoe appeared in his eyeline, smearing the saliva along the floor. He gave a small, disgusted sounding humph as he did so.

“Who knew that all it would take to reduce you to a drooling mess was just to treat you like this.”

After tying the lead off onto a leg of his solid desk, Wilde returned and ran both hands experimentally down Grizzop’s flanks. Standing behind, he put a foot between Grizzop’s thighs and kicked them apart. Grizzop felt another flush at his rear being exposed. He could already feel his slit, open and wet, several tendrils peeking outwards of their own volition. He felt like a show animal, being inspected, weighed, found wanting by Wilde’s dispassionate gaze on him.

When Wilde’s hand cupped his sex, Grizzop felt a pathetic mewl rising in this throat. He quickly clenched his teeth around the strap to cut off the sound.

“My my, do goblins go into heat? Get desperate to be fucked and had? Is that what this is?” Several long fingers dipped inside him, feeling the slick there.

Wilde brought his mouth closer to Grizzop’s ear, leaning his body over Grizzop’s kneeling form. Grizzop could feel the warmth over him. “Or do you just like being treated like the animal that you are?” He accented this point with a slow thrust of fingers. Grizzop felt his tendrils winding around Wilde’s hand, welcoming him in like a friendly, traitorous cat. “You look good like this, pet. I see now why you reacted the way you did to my calling you an “it.” Excited you, didn’t it? And sex and violence are inextricable for a thing like you. Just an animal.”

Grizzop didn’t even try to bite back his mewl as Wilde withdrew the hand.

“Well, I have to see that my pet is good working order. Test its limits, of course.”

Wilde walked back to the desk, opening another drawer, and Grizzop felt his head spin. What was he doing here? He wasn’t even properly restrained. He could take his hands off the floor and undo the collars around his neck and mouth. Easily. He could just stand, pick up his clothes, and walk out right now.

He tried to slurp the saliva back into his mouth and failed, another few drops joining the growing pool between his hands, which were apparently glued to the floor. His claws gripped, scratching little marks into the polished floorboards.

Wilde came back, taking a position behind Grizzop. A hand wrapped around one long ear, drawing it out, stroking, pressing, exploring. In another scenario it could have felt tender. Here it just felt… curious. The other ear received the same treatment. He couldn’t help but sigh as Wilde gathered both ears in one hand and pulled his head back, not rough but firm. As Grizzop lifted his head, he felt his back arch naturally.

Grizzop gasped when he felt the touch of something at his entrance. Something big. The toy was cool and already slicked with something, and he felt his own wetness mingling with it, tendrils parting and pushing aside, welcoming the intrusion.

His mouth, on the other hand, gave a noise of protest as Wilde pushed the toy inside. It was far too long to be fully seated inside of him, but the girth of it was enough to stretch and sting despite the wetness there.

Wilde ran a soothing hand up Grizzop’s flank, but his voice was patronising. “Shhh, shh pet. I know what it can take.”

Grizzop tried to growl but it came out a whimper as the toy was withdrawn an inch and pressed in, finding a little more depth than he thought he’d had.

Wilde made a self-satisfied noise, stroking the toy a few more times into Grizzop. The goblin grunted, instinctively tried to lean his hips forward to lessen the depth of the strokes. Wilde’s hand dropped the ears. Faster than pencil-pusher had any right to be, Wilde threaded a hand into the collar around Grizzop’s neck and gripped, preventing him from leaning forward. The next thrust of the toy bottomed out and Grizzop’s whole frame was pushed forward. His breath came forced and ragged as his throat was constricted against the front of the collar.

Having found the limiting factors on either end, Wilde started fucking the toy into him in earnest. Grizzop was left with the choice to brace against the floor and take it, or let his body be pushed forward and choke into the collar held firm in Wilde’s hand. He felt blank and dizzy.

Grizzop braced, survival instincts the only thing left to him. The wet sound of the toy’s thrusts inside of him and his panting, wet and muffled by the strap in his mouth, were the only sounds in the room. The puddle of saliva on the floor in front of him spread.

He didn’t even notice when Wilde took the hand off the collar, but he did notice when inquisitive fingers explored around his spread-open hole, stroking the tendrils, gripping them as they twined and sought.

“God, it’s just a wet, eager hole, isn’t it?” Wilde said. He at least had the decency to sound slightly breathless as he kept up, unrelenting. His clever fingers had already deduced what Grizzop’s tendrils would like, spreading the wetness and jerking them off around the toy.

With a sick swoop of his stomach Grizzop realised he was rutting back into the stroke of the toy inside him, hot and breathless, knees sore on the hard floor.

“This is the proper look for you, ceature,” Wilde continued without letting up. “It’s just a good, slutty pet, taking this cock deep in its squirming hole.”

Grizzop felt his whole body flush and with a particularly quick and brutal twist of his tendrils, he came with a sob. His weight went out from his limbs in a wet gush and he hung, limp and gasping against the collar.

Wilde made another one of those insufferably self-satisfied sounds, lowering Grizzop to the floor. He went, boneless and pliable, his chest smearing into the drool beneath him.

Fingers, tainted with his own bitter juice, probed into his mouth around the leather.

“Now, did I fuck the biting instinct out of it?” Another finger, running over his pointed teeth. His jaw ached from being held in this awkward position, and he couldn’t find the energy to bring his teeth together.

Wilde’s quick hands unclasped the gag from Grizzop’s mouth. Wilde untied the lead from the desk, and when he tugged, Grizzop crawled on hands and knees without complaint.

Wilde toed off those soft boots and shucked his pants, settling into an armchair and spreading his legs. Pulling on the lead, he brought Grizzop’s closer.

“You may use your mouth on me, pet. And if you bite me, you won’t like the results.”

Grizzop didn’t even try to reply. At this point, he felt like he’d forgotten how. Wilde gripped him firmly by the base of his ears, and Grizzop let his quiet, wet mouth be pulled into Wilde’s cunt.

[things2mustdo]

We are all too familiar with the SJWs’ “muh feelings” pose. We are also familiar with the Leftists’ manipulative stance, be it through their sanctimonious bullying, guilt-tripping, appeals to a pseudo-consensus, veiled threats, or constant emotional blackmailing. The maelstrom of emotions the Left plays with makes tempting to withdraw emotionally. We might be led to think that the higher good lies in “cold, hard facts” alone. But if we do so, we easily forget that cold facts do not prompt for any action, and if we merely describe while trying to get emotionally disconnected, we cut ourselves off the game.

Passions are part of the game

When the infamous Karl Marx wrote that modern capitalism “drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervour, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation,” he had a point. The bourgeois world of classic modernity is emotionally lacking, and both the bohemian artistry and Communist radical politics stepped up to fulfill the void. This historical point is still relevant today. Conservatives fail to make stands because they are much more passionate about their personal interest than about defending anything they pretend to stand for. SJWs, on the other hand, went very far into shrieking and bullying because they are usually passionate for their points. Different motivations lead to different outcomes. And a strong motivation, not to say a deep or passionate commitment, greatly helps to build a strong character.

The far-left was able to pick up people’s passions because the bourgeois would not, and perhaps could not, do that. The bourgeois idea of progress was about people becoming farm animals, individuals reduced to the status of producers and consumers in a world where nothing really new or interesting could appear anymore. In such a world, there is no need for passions and no need for politics, isn’t it? Well, the individuals would not let themselves get boiled down to the status of mere economical agents, and many preferred embracing some ridiculous strand of new-age spirituality, worthless artistry or even becoming Communists than living through the bourgeois-conservative nothingness..

Rejecting the passions and emotions, or at the very least trying to put them aside as to ignore them, made men weak and unable to take a stance. It has also made women unhinged, shameless, and willing to do anything for short-term pleasure, as no men were able to give them a proper sense of boundaries. Plus, passions being powerful motivators, the far-left mastery when it comes to stirring some made it tremendously powerful as well.

We must face passions, not as an annoyance, but as a resource that has to be mastered. This is true for ourselves and others. First, when we are aware of our emotional states without being directly prompted (“triggered”) by them, we gain the ability to choose consciously what we do and want to do, and can follow our own intuitions instead of getting framed by an alien narrative. Second, when we are also aware of others’ emotional states, we can steer them in a specific direction.

The latter is especially true for women: today, they follow fashions and MSM approval, when not following their own sluttiness and attention-whoring… but if men were able to reward, shame, and inspire proper passions in them, they would follow us instead. If we want this to happen, we have to take over the empire of passions and stir up some emotions in the public’s hearts, be it through discourse, artwork, or daily conversations. Here are three emotions I think we should be keen to stir.

1. Empathy

According to Dr. Neel Burton,

Empathy can be defined as a person’s ability to recognize and share the emotions of another person, fictional character, or sentient being. It involves, first, seeing someone else’s situation from his perspective, and, second, sharing his emotions, including, if any, his distress. (Burton, Heaven and Hell, chap.21, p.153)

As empathy fits well with maternal instinct and motivates nurturing tendencies, women are naturally prone to it. Up until a very recent time, they took care of babies and small children, participated to local charities, worked in shelters for the homeless or went through menial but important tasks as nurses. They did so because their natural empathy motivated them to act this way.

By contrast, a striking feature of feminism is that it destroys womanly empathy and nurturing tendencies. From a feminist point of view, men are enemies or at the very least potential oppressors and children are a burden. Feminism reverses the empathy, turns it into defiance or even hatred. Worse: after women have lost their ability to feel positively towards the men they should at least respect, cultural Marxism stirs their natural empathy towards “minority” identities. Thus we see grrls caring about thugs, invaders, or weirdos, who are all positively portrayed in the media, more than they care about what should be their community.

The lack of empathy is also a problem among white men. Though black men often exert violence against each other, the majority of them always bonds when it comes to attacking the depleted white majority. The same goes for any community out there: they empathize with each other more than they would ever empathize with us. We, white men, are the only ones who do the exact opposite by being hypercritical against each other when we should actually be supportive and look at the positive rather than the negative.

There should be a lot more empathy towards us than there currently is. Others should be more sensitive to our plight, suffer when we suffer, or at least feel compelled to suffer when we do. We are the proximate [prochain?], not the Big Other. We, too, should have more empathy among ourselves: nice guys, for example, should not be considered as “jerks” or “bastards,” as say some red-pilled guys who seem to have internalized a negative framing, but as misled victims who proved some nobility by trying to conciliate “respect” for women with the healthy desire to get a deeper relationship. Along the same lines, the working- or middle-class average Joe who got disenfranchised should be painted on a positive and humane light so that wealthy liberals cannot ignore or merely sneer at him.

2. Hope

Here is an emotion the Left has really abused from. Remember 2007-8, when the first “black” president was supposed to end the racial tensions in the US as well as the neocon foreign wars? Democrat activists at that time wrote without batting an eyelid about their hope for a world without losers, for an outcome where everyone would win. Then, the racial tensions have never been so high, the white majority is more dispossessed than ever, and the same liberals who were trumpeting about a world without losers have no shame calling us losers—from their choices and politics. Hope has been abused from, and we have to take it back. In fact, we have already started to.

Hope can be defined as the desire for something to happen combined with an anticipation of it happening. It is the anticipation of something desired… To hope for something is to desire that thing, and to believe, rightly or wrongly, that the probability of it happening, though less than 1, is greater than 0. (Neel Burton, Heaven and Hell, chap.14, p.103)

Trump is a wild card who comes with no guarantee, for sure. He still gives us something no Obama could ever give us—hope. The Alt-Right, manosphere, and the whole flourishing of high-quality dissenting intellectual efforts give us hope as well. Someone wrote that “the Alt-Right represents the first new philosophical competitor to liberalism, broadly defined, since the fall of Communism.” Someone else, here on ROK, noticed that more and more women were fed up with misandric grievance-mongering and longed to become mothers. These trends are more than interesting: they seem to point towards a better future that we still have to conquer.

On the other side, the liberal status quo and Hillary in particular mean pure hopelessness. If Hillary gets elected, we will have even less jobs, anti-white and anti-male organized groups will attack even more, the wealthy globalists will get fatter at our expense, and so on. Interestingly, liberals today use arguments of a conservative kind: when they shriek something as “the 5 last US presidents tell you not to vote for Trump” or “the Alt-Right and deplorables are un-American,” they look more like McCarthyists than hippies. They are the establishment clinging to the status quo and worsening. We are the embodiment of hope for a positive change.

3. Love

While hope should be spread among any decent people and is pretty straightforward once we agree on the intrinsic value of its object, love appears a bit trickier. In a relationship, whoever loves the other most is dominated whereas who loves less has more room to take action. If a man falls in love, he falls in the sense that he gets dumbed down, pedestalizes the girl, who in turn will get bored and look for a more challenging partner. Thus, seduction must be used to stir love in women: they must love us as well as their children. Both as a mistress and a mother, both as sexual and nurturing, a woman exerts love.

In men, love must be exerted in a more distilled and thoughtful form: when we protect our dear ones, toil for them, care about their interests, these efforts are an expression of love as well—although this form of love must be more distant as to allow ampler room for action. In any case, the feminine element must love the most and more directly.

It should be added that masculine and feminine can be conceived, not only as absolute, but also as relative terms. Esotericists consider that we are all “feminine” when considered under a higher point of view: the most fierce, courageous and risk-taking warrior remains “feminine” relatively to a genuine spiritual authority, and any human is “feminine” relatively to God as the ultimate Father. The Bible compares the good ones to a bride that shall get married to God (Revelation, 19). Hinduism recommends bhakti or devotion, i.e. religious love, to those belonging to the warrior caste, whereas the spiritual authority is more “masculine” as it enjoys a higher and more direct knowledge of God. These considerations might seem a bit far-fetched, but they were already highly relevant before the tiniest stint of modern degeneracy was born. Just remember that being in love is acceptable for a man as long as it never equates to pedestalizing a woman.

Conclusion

Passions and emotions matter. If we set them aside as irrelevant, someone else will push our emotional buttons—and the girls’—and spin us in no time. The philosopher René Descartes wrote that “all the good and the bad in this life depend from the passions” and that we had better be able to use them wisely. Ironically, the word “Cartesian” now denotes a logical, rationalistic, supernatural-denying mindset. This is accurate for the young Descartes, who was among the top scientists of his time, but tosses aside an important twist: the philosopher eventually lost his only daughter, Francine, and the sadness he felt while mourning her made him aware of the power of emotions. Yet, instead of being dominated by said emotions, Descartes strove to gain cogency about them, and he wrote a very interesting little treatise to expand a whole theory of the “passions of the soul.”

Our case is the same. Most if not all of us have been blue-pilled since infancy. Cultural Marxism was shoveled down our throat by school teachers, media figures, movies, social pressure. At each step of this process, our emotions were stirred and directed by spinsters so that, for example, we would feel a high empathy for so-called minorities while ignoring the homeless “white males” dying of cold at winter.

Ride the tiger of your own emotions and of (some) others’ as well if you don’t want sinister globalists to.

https://www.returnofkings.com/11010/how-to-control-your-emotional-state

We all have our ups and downs. Some days you feel on top of the world, you ooze a sexy masculine confidence that women love whereas other days you couldn’t be bothered to shave — you scowl at the thought of doing anything interesting and avoid all outside contact. Many guys accept this with a “que sera, sera” mentality. They feel it is just the natural ebb and flow of things, that taming your emotional state would be too chaotic of a task.

Those who do wish to change usually use hokey terminology talking about “energy” and the “universe.” They’ll seek guidance from another source so that they do not have to take responsibility for letting their emotions get out of check. People also seek a quick cure for a continual state of happiness, but what they do not realize is that happiness is transient.

I do believe there is a way to wrangle your emotions that relies on you, your habits and the power you have to respond to various stimuli. Essentially you must minimize the negativity and maximize the positivity in your life by altering certain habits.

Minimize Habits That Lead To Negativity

Take a moment to think about any time you’ve lost control of your emotions. When did you last get angry, depressed, hateful, etc.? What do you do when you’re out talking to girls that hurts your success? Do you have unreasonable limiting beliefs? Do you believe you always need to be happy to be successful? Do you get frustrated when you have anxiety because of any of the above?

If you think about the above long enough and are mindful when such emotional states occur you will begin to notice a trend in what triggers them.

For me the biggest habits that lead to a negative state of mind, in which I lacked motivation, was depressed, and stayed inside all day, were my nutritional habits. I started to recognize a pattern: I’d go out drinking or eat highly processed foods, I’d wake up the next day tired and dehydrated, then I’d stay inside all day watching movies because I didn’t want to go to the gym or talk to people. The cycle would just endlessly repeat until the natural ebb and flow of things took me to a high point.

Maximize Habits That Lead To Positivity

Repeat the exercise above. When was the last time you felt on top of the world, when did you last feel invincible, when did you last have no anxieties? When were you on fire when talking to girls, what were you doing that made you so successful? What were the thoughts running through your head?

Again if you pay attention you will begin to see patterns. You’ll start to realize what habits lead to a great mood.

For me I felt the best when ‘rewarded’ with something. Whether it was having great sex, sharing something with a friend, new PRs in the gym, busting my ass in the library and getting a good grade, or learning a new skill.

The Keystone Habit

Roosh brought up keystone habits in a recent article titled “One Approach A Day.” Essentially it is an innocuous habit that has a much larger effect than planned.

For me I started a few keystone habits: I started the day off with a nice cold glass of lemon water and my vitamins. In doing this I started drinking more and more water leading me to be less dehydrated, more energetic and making better food choices.

I also made a rule that as soon as I start talking myself out of something reasonable I would force myself to do whatever it was I was trying to rationalize my way out of. Maybe I’d start thinking “I’m kind of sore and I still haven’t seen the new episode of Game of Thrones, I think I’ll go to the gym later.” I know I wouldn’t go to the gym later so I would immediately get up and put on my workout gear. Just by doing this I started getting in the mood for lifting — I’ve also heard of guys packing a gym bag every night and leaving it in their car.

The peaks and troughs of our emotional state should not define us. As a man, whether it be through eliminating negative triggers or forming positive habits, you should be fully in control of your emotions. Use the power of a keystone habit to enact much larger scale change so you can be in a perpetual state of positivity, or at the very least, neutrality.

Read Also: How To Change Your Bad Habits

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Tag Team

Tagging: Mike Chang, Frankie Wilde ( @frankiexxwilde ) & Lisette Gilbert ( @sublisette )

Date: September 11

Location: Frankie’s Suite

Summary: Mike’s Square Multiple Doms, Lisette’s Square Staying In

Mike

Sitting on the bed with Frankie standing just to his left and Lisette kneeling in front of them both, Mike couldn't help but smirk. Lisette was gorgeous and had been so fun to scene with and so he was very excited to get to do it again. Plus, he and Frankie had hit it off in their conversation and he was intrigued to see what Domming with her would be like. "So we both know that this girl like her spanks." He mused, looking at Frankie. "So what do you think about making her beg before we get into that? I don't think she deserves to just get what she wants right off the bat. Do you?"

Frankie

Frankie was very excited to scene with Mike along with Lisette. She'd been enjoying talking to him lately, so it was nice to get to know him a little more personally. "That we do," she agreed, running her fingers through Lisette's hair. "My girl begs beautifully, right, Princess?" she hummed, looking down at the kneeling Brunette. "Well, you should tell me what the bingo square needs to hit, and Lisette and use her mouth and get you hard," she offered, looking down at her girl. "Now, slut, get Mike's cock in your mouth and let us talk."

Lisette

In a way, Lisette was glad for the bingo event - not just for the points, but for a distraction from the nerves that came with anticipating their exit interview. The event and the scenes it allowed were a perfect way to focus herself on submission and not worry about what else might be happening. "I do my best to, my Mistress," she beamed, leaning into the touch as Frankie's fingers worked in her hair. "Of course, Mistress," she snapped to attention on command. She knew she was good at this part. Crawling closer, she paused to thank him for allowing her to have his cock in her mouth before doing just that, working back and forth along its length slowly and patiently.

Mike

He smiled when she thanked him for allowing her to have her mouth on his cock and he hummed. "Such a good girl. Always so eager to please. And so good at what she does." He said to her, before turning his attention back to the Domme as the submissive worked over his cock to make him hard and ready. "Well, my bingo square just needed to have multiple Dominants which we have accomplished just by being here. And Lisette's just needed to stay in...so we have pretty much free reign to do whatever we would like, Frankie."

Frankie

Frankie smirked wildly at Mike’s answer, enjoying the scene in front of her while her submissive sucked on the cock of the handsomely chiseled man. “Sounds like a lot of ability to be creative,” she hummed, leaning closer. “Lisette is a very good girl and only does exactly what she is told,” she explained, her face getting closer to Mike’s. “She can pleasure us and ready us for our own fun, and clean us up after. Or we can tease and edge her until she cries. We can spank or whip her until she’s pink and marked. Whatever you heart desires.”

Lisette

Lisette wasn't listening to the conversation - she never did, unless she heard words that required her attention. She wasn't there to contribute to the discussion, she was there to serve. And as Mike stiffened under her attentions, she knew she was doing a good job. What she did hear, was the pride in Frankie's voice - and that was all she wanted. To do a good job. To make her Mistress proud that she belonged to her. And to make whoever they were with feel good.

Mike

He quirked an eyebrow when Frankie laid out the options in front of him. "Is it selfish to say that I want a little bit of all of it? Because I definitely want to make that ass of hers red. And I certainly want to have my fun with you." Mike said as his eyes scanned over the Domme, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind her ear with a smirk. His cock was hardening in the submissive's mouth, twitching and eager for more.

Frankie

“Oh that is not selfish at all,” she promised, smirking as he moved her hair. She took matters into her own hands and closed their gap a bit, pressing her lips to his and giving him a strong, enticing kiss before breaking a part. “Princess? Enough,” she called, watching Lisette pull off mikes now hard length. “Bend over Mike’s lap so he can spank that slutty ass red,” she smiled, settling into position on the floor so she could see Lisette’s face. “Make her cry, Mike.”

Lisette

The moment Frankie gave her an order Lisette snapped to attention, easing her mouth off of Mike with a wet pop. "Thank you, Sir," she smiled up at him, turning her attention to her Mistress as she was given something new to do. "Yes, Mistress - thank you, Mistress," she confirmed as she set herself over Mike's lap, hands out in front of her to be sure they were out of his way. A good spanking made everything better, and it was difficult not to wriggle in anticipation of the first blow.

Mike

The kiss was a welcomed one and he was eager for the chance for more of that later on. He winked down at the submissive when she thanked him and then got in a more comfortable position before Lisette settled on top of him. When Frankie said to make her cry, he grinned slightly at the Domme. "As you wish." He smoothed his hand over Lisette's ass and then lifted it up to bring it down with a crack. The way that her ass moved with the force of his spank was electrifying and he was going to enjoy this tremendously.

Frankie

Frankie could cause a lot of pain, but hearing how loud the crack against Lisette’s ass was made her literally shiver with excitement. Her girls face twisting in pleasures pain was making the Domme dripping wet. “Oh fuck that is hot,” she moaned, each slap bringing a cry from the submissive girl. It was several spanks later and watching Lisette’s face and eyes start to water was making her crazy. She got up from the floor and crawled up on the bed, kneeling behind Mike’s body, running her hands seductively down his arms. “Mmm I have never been more aroused,” she whispered in his ear, “do you have a belt? Watch how pretty she sounds when I whip her.”

Lisette

Lisette gasped at the first impact, using every bit of her concentration to keep from jumping in Mike's lap. "So good, sir," she moaned between whimpers and cries. Mike's hands were strong, extremely strong, and it wasn't long at all before her makeup was running down her cheeks just the way Frankie liked. She was achingly, powerfully turned on, but there was no way she'd focus on that. Her own pleasure would either come later or not at all, and Lisette treasured the spanking far more than the orgasm in any case.

Mike

Each crack of his hand against Lisette's quickly reddening ass was a beautiful thing that sent shivers down his spine. She took spankings so well. Feeling hands move along his arms, he listened to Frankie's suggestion, and he really could not deny that he loved the sound of her idea. When Mike was asked if he had a belt, he nodded his head. "Lisette, go get my belt from my pants." They were in a corner where they had been left after Lisette had removed his clothing, and he licked his bottom lip, turning his head to press his lips against Frankie's once again. "I'm excited to see just how well you do this."

Frankie

Frankie stood up with Mike as Lisette fetched the belt. Frankie gave Lisette the order to be on her knees on the bed, breasts against the bed and ass high in the air. Frankie looped the belt and gave it a crack before slapping it against the already red ass. Frankie moaned as Lisette yelped, then another and another crack against her, the sounds echoing around them. The marks were immediate and darkening against Lisette’s skin. Frankie in rolled the belt and the next cracks his across her back in hard, loud whip crack.

Lisette

Lisette moved quickly despite her aching bottom, retrieving the belt and presenting it to the Dominants on her knees the way she was meant to. Climbing up on the bed with a hushed "yes, Mistress," she took up position and let out a cry with the first impact of the belt. It was so good, and Frankie knew exactly how to hit her with it. Each one was more painful than the last, and the ones that slammed into her back made her cry out loudly, arms twitching at her sides as she tried to keep still. "Thank you, Mistress," she cried, waiting for the next.

Mike

Mike's cock was hard and ready and he was so very attracted to Frankie as she brought the belt down against Lisette's skin, leaving marks and causing more tears to fall from the submissive's face. He moved behind the Domme, letting his hands trail up to her breasts to toy with her nipples as she brought the belt down against the submissive. "You look stunning like this, turning your submissive red and bruised."

Frankie

Frankie gasped in a breath as Mike came up behind her, his strong hands on her body when her arm came down and a new crack echoed off Lisette’s body. They looked at the girl together, red, bruised, marked and bleeding as Frankie could feel his hard rod press against her. “Mmm,” she moaned, pushing her ass against him. “You know, my little slut loves to watch strong, hot men fuck me,” she said guiding Mike to the bed. Frankie bent over it so Mike could take her from behind. “Come sit in front of me, Slut,” she ordered, “on your ass, legs spread. I want to tease your needy clit and you can watch Mike fuck me.” Frankie moaned as she felt him fill her, “mmm god you feel so good, Mike,” she moaned, finding it a little hard to concentrate with how good it all felt. Her fingers gently and barely played with Lisette’s swollen clit. “Tell Mike when your last orgasm was,” she ordered, flicking the girls sensitive nub with her finger.

Lisette

Lisette was deep in her head. She knew that she was red, raw and bleeding in at least one place from the feeling of blood on her back, but that was exactly what she'd been hoping for out of the scene. No one knew how to mark her up like her Mistress did, and Mike had left her ass nearly as raw as she'd ever felt just from a hand spanking. "Yes, Mistress," she nodded, unconsciously wiping tears from her cheeks and smearing her makeup further. "Thank you so much for letting me watch, my Mistress, thank you Sir." She spread her legs and sat, crying out as the material of the bedsheets scratched at her raw skin. Frankie's attentions made her whimper softly, and trying to coax an answer from her brain was nearly impossible but she knew not answering wasn't an option. "I...two and a half weeks I think, Sir, closer to three."

Mike

His hands found Frankie's waist as she bent over the bed and he squeezed them tightly before pressing inside of her with a groan. She felt perfect clenching around his cock. He quirked an eyebrow when Lisette said that it had been close to three weeks since she had been able to cum. "Well that makes sense. After all, your pleasure isn't what's important right? It's all about making sure that this lovely Mistress of yours gets the attention that she needs." Mike uttered as his cock continued to move within the Domme. The moans coming from both of the girls were nearly overwhelming and he knew that this scene was going to be high on his list for a long while.

Frankie

“Exactly, she gets pleasure if I give it to her,” she moaned between each of Mikes thrusts. Her fingers continued to play with Lisette’s clit before finally pushing two fingers into the girl’s needy core. “Oh Mike, she is so wet. Poor neglected little slut,” Frankie teased and met eyes with her girl. She moaned a little louder as her body was banged off Mike’s. Frankie pulled away slowly - and reluctantly - but got Lisette set up on her back in front of the other Dom. “Spread Your legs nice and wife,” she said, standing on the other side of the bed where Lisette’s head was and grabbed her hands to pin them to the bed with her own. “Want to fuck her, Mike? You know how good she feels,” she smirked and watched as Mike pushed into her. “Tell us how good it feels, slut. Thank the nice man for using you so nicely.”

Lisette

Lisette nodded eagerly at Mike's question. He was saying exactly what she knew, and exactly what she thought. "Precisely, Sir. My pleasure is at Mistress' discretion, and it's not mine to ask for. Mistress will give it to me if she decides that she wants to, and otherwise I will continue to go without." She let her head fall back a little as she watched the two Dommes enjoy each other, happy to be in their presence and to feel Frankie's fingers on her clit. When those same fingers were pushed into her she moaned loudly. "So wet, my Mistress." Without hesitation she let Frankie change her position, lying back and spreading her legs as commanded. Having Frankie pin her down was a new twist, and she wriggled a little on the bed in anticipation. "Thank you so much for fucking me, Sir. This slut doesn't deserve your cock."

Mike

Frankie moving away from him was definitely not what he wanted by any means, but when the submissive was offered to him, how could he ever refuse that? As he pressed inside of the submissive, he moaned again. She was tight, wet, and hot. And she felt so fucking good. His nails dragged along her thighs as he began to pump into her hard and fast, not giving her much time to prepare for the feeling of him within her. "Such a needy little slut we have here. But so well behaved. You've done a good job." He uttered, glancing up at Frankie as he spoke.

Frankie

Frankie met Mike's eyes at his compliment, filling with a weird emotion she wasn't familiar with. She definitely felt something hearing him speak so highly of her and Lisette's work together. "Thank you," she said softly with a little smirk before returning to watch Mike thrust deep into her sweet, perfect girl. "She feels amazing, hmm?" she asked, Lisette's moans and cries creating a beautiful sound track to the scene before her. Being unable to stop herself, she let go of Lisette and climbed up on her face, facing Mike. "Lick my pussy, slut. Make me cum all over your face," she ordered before smiling at Mike, moaning as she felt Lisette's tongue. "Fuck, I love her tongue. And I love watching you fuck her," she moaned, running her hand over Mike's torso and abs, "It is so beautiful."

Lisette

Lisette was long past the point of coherence. The pressure on her ass and her welted back was sending hot bolts of pain through her at the same time that Mike was fucking her, and the pressure on her arms meant there was virtually no part of her body moving except her hips as she met each thrust. And then, as if she'd needed any more stimuli, Frankie straddled her face and all that she could see and inhale was the scent of her Mistress. "Of course, Mistress," she murmured, leaning up to meet wet flesh with her tongue. This time she had instructions to get Frankie where she needed to go, so there was no dawdling. Instead her tongue travelled the length of her Mistress' slit and nudged her clit with each swipe - timing them against Mike's thrusts as they rocked her back and forth. There wasn't enough thought in her head to be able to come up with anything more elaborate.

Mike

"She feels incredible. So good around me." Mike mused, watching as the Domme got on top of the submissive. This was so hot and he already knew he wanted something like this to happen with these two again in the future. The moan accentuated the pleasure that he was feeling as Frankie's hands moved along his chest. He reached for the Domme and drew her towards him so that their lips could press together once again.

Frankie

Frankie moaned against Mike's kiss, both from his lips and from feeling Lisette lick and suck against her core. She broke away only far enough to take a breath, moaning as she felt herself close to exploding. "Oh god! Just like that!" she screamed, tipping her head back and squeezing hard to Mike's shoulders as she came hard against Lisette's face.

Lisette

Struggling to keep her actions in time with the Dominants' bodies, Lisette arched up into Frankie's pussy to be sure that she caught every bit of her orgasm and didn't stop the motions of her tongue until she was sure that her Mistress had come all the way down and that she'd cleaned her thoroughly. The entire time, though, she was moaning in what felt like a continuous noise in response to the sensations surrounding her and the way Mike was fucking her.

Mike

Hearing Frankie fall over the edge sent Mike to the same place and so he pulled out of the submissive and pumped his cock until he was painting her stomach with his cum. "You look so good with my cum all over your stomach and your Mistress' cum all over your face." He responded, squeezing her thighs firmly. He was very glad that Lisette had been so good and that Frankie had been willing to do something like this with him.

Frankie

Watching Mike cum right after was such a fun site and she realized she does not pay enough attention to males cumming as she was definitely going to now. She moved off Lisette to look her over covered in their releases. "Well, I think the pretty slut has done well for us, hmm?" she asked Mike, finding herself blushing a little as she let her eyes rake over his sweat kissed body. "I am going to allow her to cum, but I want you to decide how it happens. It has been weeks so it is going to be so fun to watch."

Lisette

Lisette knew she was a mess. Painted in cum, face sticky, ass red and back bloodied, she'd have been quite the picture if she could see herself. "Thank you...both...for cumming on me," she breathed, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. When she heard that she'd be allowed to cum she could have cried with relief, even if she did have to wait and see how Sir Mike might want that to happen.

Mike

Both of these women were so incredibly gorgeous and he counted himself lucky to be surrounded by the both of them. He quirked an eyebrow slightly and hummed. "How does the little slut do with double penetration?" The Dominant questioned, dragging his fingers along her body and looking between the both of them.

Frankie

Frankie thought for a moment. "I am not actually sure we have done that yet," she answered, moving to get their favorite toy and strapped it on, returning to the two on the bed. "This is Richard. It even ejaculates realistically," she said impressed. "What do you think, slut?" she asked, not sure if Lisette would be down since they hadn't don't a lot with this. "Should we spit roast you, or do you think you can take a cock in your ass and in your pussy at the same time?"

Lisette

Frankie's observation was correct - thus far, she hadn't been double penetrated although they'd begun to explore her being able to take more anally. Lisette's eyes lit up at the sight of Richard, because when it came out she always knew she'd have a good time. She considered her options for as short a time as possible before looking up at Frankie. "I'd like to try cocks in both holes, Mistress. I don't know whether I can take it, but there's only one way to find out."

Mike

He hummed when Frankie said that they hadn't done something as of yet. He wouldn't want to push Lisette further than she could go and so he would let Frankie take the reins for the moment so that she could determine what was best for the submissive. At the sight of the toy that Frankie brought out, he licked his lips and hummed softly. "That looks like it could be a lot of fun." He smiled when Lisette said that she wanted to try. "We'll take good care of you."

Frankie

Frankie nodded and after a quick look to Mike - who very clearly understood - she focused back on Lisette. "And you know exactly how to make it stop if it is too much," she said, running her fingers quickly over Lisette's hair line. "Mike, there's lube in that side table drawer," she explained before laying on the bed. "Lisette, come lower yourself on my cock while Mike lubes up and works your ass a little until you can take his," she explained, looking up at her girl as the brunette sunk her tight body onto her length. "Just stay relaxed. You take plugs all the time like a good girl, this is just like that."

Lisette

"I do, my Mistress. I will safeword if necessary, of course." She felt the fingers in her hair and knew that she'd made Frankie proud, and that felt better than anything in the world. The ability to be open to new things was important, and Lisette wanted to never hesitate to try them even if they could be scary. "Of course, my Mistress." She followed Frankie's instructions with practiced ease, lowering herself onto Richard with minimal resistance - she was so ready. "I will do my best for you and Sir Mike, Mistress."

Mike

He grabbed the lube without a second though, making sure that he covered his fingers well enough so that they would be much easier to slide inside. The more lube the better in these situations and he wanted to make sure that she was well prepared before his cock went anywhere near her. He worked one finger at her ass, slowly working her open, nipping at her shoulder so that she had a few different things to focus on as he opened her up. One finger gradually turned to two and then three as he stretched her.

Frankie

Frankie continued to keep Lisette aroused, playing with her nipples and slowly thrusting the cock in and out of her as Mike played with her ass. Once everything about Lisette's body and reactions seemed relaxed and ready, Frankie called over to Mike, "Okay, nice and slow, Mike. I cannot wait to fill this pretty girl."

Lisette

Lisette was grateful for Frankie's attentions, knowing that staying as relaxed as possible would be the key to what they were attempting. "So good, Sir," she moaned as Mike worked her open as well as possible. The bite on her shoulder made her whine softly, leaning into Frankie. At her Mistress' words she willed herself to be calm and allow Mike to enter her. "Please fill me, Sir."

Mike

When he was told to try filling her up, he smiled and nipped at her shoulder again before lining his cock up with her hole. He slowly began to fill her, making sure that he gave her ample amount of time to get used to the stretch, his hands gripping her waist tightly to make sure that she didn't move in a way that would make things more painful. "There you go. Look at you, taking two cock so well."

Frankie

The addition of Mike's dick was a domino affect that pushed the strap on further into Frankie as Lisette clenched around it. "Oh fuck," she moaned quietly and started to thrust up into Lisette as Mike thrusted into her. "I know I said you could cum, but I still want to hear you beg Mike for it. He gets to decide when," she said with a smirk, moaning as they continued to fuck Lisette.

Lisette

Being filled so full was like nothing Lisette had experienced before. She took Mike's cock in as well as she could manage, not rushing or hurrying because she knew that could end badly. By the time he began to thrust into her she was nearly weeping with the sensory overload. "I understand, Mistress," she promised, gasping and whimpering with every movement either of them made.

Mike

He started off with a slow movement, not wanting to harm her by going to hard or too fast before she was ready. There was a huge difference between making someone feel pain and doing true damage and Mike wanted to avoid that whenever and wherever possible. "So good. She feels so good." He muttered, one hand reaching to touch whatever part of Frankie he could hold.

Frankie

She could see the change in Lisette's face as Mike entered her as well, the three of them moaning together once Lisette was completely filled. "Look at my pretty little slut taking all this cock," she moaned loudly, pulling at Lisette's nipples for extra sensation. "One day we will need to get a third one in your mouth."

Lisette

It was difficult keeping a smooth motion with both of them buried in her, especially because she was still unused to having quite so much in her ass, but Lisette could not deny how good it felt. "Yes please, Mistress. Fill all of my holes for you, I-" she felt an onrushing orgasm and knew holding it back would be nearly impossible. "I - Sir Mike, may I cum for you, please? Please, Sir, may this slut cum with your cock buried in her ass?"

Mike

Mike hummed when she questioned if she could cum. "Thirty seconds. I want you to count it out loud. When those thirty seconds are done, then you can cum. Not a second before. If you do, there will be consequences." He knew that if she was close enough to be begging, it was going to be a long thirty seconds for her. But he had been impressed with her before and he had no doubt that he would be impressed with her once again.

Frankie 

Frankie couldn't help the smile when Mike didn't get Lisette the orgasm so easily, and that flushed feeling fell over her face again. "You heard him, start counting," she agreed, "Hold it until you get to thirty. And know, if you cum before you are supposed to, he will punish you, but I will too," she added, knowing that still breaks her rule as well as Mike's for the scene.

Lisette

Lisette whimpered piteously, knowing that thirty seconds was going to last for an eternity. "Of course, Sir. Thank you, and than you, Mistress." She began to count out the seconds, leaving the proper timing between them no matter how much she wanted to rush them out. The first fifteen were almost flawlessly pronounced. The next five began to break down. And by the time the count of twenty five hit Lisette wasn't even sure that she was saying words any more. But she made it to thirty in time to scream "The Princess cums only for her Mistress!" before she thrashed in their arms with a scream, releasing weeks of pent up frustration and nearly passing out in the process.

Mike

He was glad that he had his hands gripping her waste firmly and that his front was pressed up against his back, because he was almost certain that if she hadn't had that support, she would have fallen over on them both. "Good girl. You did so well." The phrase that she said when she came was a fascinating one and he once again felt very impressed by the Dominant. His hand rubbed up and down Lisette's side as they worked her through the intensity of the orgasm and then he carefully slipped out of her.

Frankie

Frankie smiled brightly as she watched the girl struggle so beautifully and she finally came hard and loud. "yes," she agreed with Mike, "Good girl," she moaned. They both seemed to let Lisette's orgasm ride and didn't think to move until her body started to calm and relax again. "That is my good girl," she said, reaching up to press a kiss against her forehead. Mike helped Lisette up off Frankie so Lisette could lay on her stomach. Frankie set to the after care as always - lotion and calming cream for the marks and bruises, antibiotic ointment for the blood. "I had a lot of fun," she said simply, looking up at Mike, "I would not be against doing something like that again. If Lisette is okay with it, you are welcome to stay the night, if you would like."

Lisette

Lisette was barely conscious in the aftermath. She took in words, but they didn't quite want to process in her mind. "Thank you, my Mistress," she murmured as her forehead was kissed. "Thank you, Sir." The gentle way she was lifted and placed on the bed warmed her from the inside, and she smiled against the pillow as she was laid on the bed. "Stay," she confirmed at Frankie's prompting, the word muffled by the pillow. "I'd like it if you stayed, Sir Mike."

Mike

"I had fun as well. And I would be happy to do it again." He smiled when Lisette said that she would like it if he stayed. And he smiled. "Then if two beautiful ladies would like me to stay, who am I to turn that down? I would be happy to stay. Thank you for the invitation." Mike offered gently, offering them both a smile. It wouldn't be long until Lisette was asleep, he was certain of that. And after the workout, he was ready to rest as well, so the ending of this scene was perfect.

[inked-convulsion]

Being an Asian nymphomaniac

There’s one thing I noticed about being raised with Asian values, but voluntarily taking up liberalism.

With liberalism (I may be utilizing this term wrongly in this context), everything and anything goes as long as it is not disruptive to society and/or other people. As Wikipedia defines it, “a philosophy or worldview founded on ideas of liberty and equality, supporting ideas and programmes such as freedom of speech, freedom of the press, freedom of religion, free markets, civil rights, gender equality, and international cooperation”. In other words, you do you as long as no one is hurt, and no peace is disrupted. Simple.

But with being Asian, a complex web of values are implemented. To be fair, my parents weren’t too keen on the extremities of Asian or Chinese values, but they did emphasize a few things. Filial piety being one of them - the definition of this term is lost to some, but it generally means being respectful to your parents/guardians in repayment of their efforts in raising and educating you. Conservatism is also one of the recurring themes - do not be too flashy, do not do or say anything that would attract attention. Also, sexual topics are generally taboo unless expressed in an extremely vague way in a tone that is meant to be taken as a rhetorical joke.

I discovered porn - and subsequently my sexuality - at the tender age of 8. We had a computer, and we had dial-up internet. At the time, I didn’t know about clearing your browser history, and I don’t think we had incognito mode at the time. I was confronted gently about my visits to these websites on the internet, and was invited for open conversation about these topics with any of my aunts if I had any questions.

At school, people were only beginning to meddle with puppy love and crushes. I would assume that no one - especially the girls - had developed and/or acknowledged their sexuality at that age, or even if they did, the taboo and controversy with raising and discussing a sexual topic kept their lips sealed. Keep in mind that we were still in primary school, the maximum age at that time being 12 years, and while I still played jump rope and passed notes in class and read the newest Harry Potter book, I indulged in my secret pleasure at home after school. People only knew that I knew what porn was, and some of the things involved - no more.

As I grew older and went to university, my horizons had expanded. I had sex for the first time, and I thought that would be the checkpoint that would end my desire for anything sexual - all this anticipation and masturbation, and now I’ve finally experienced it. So, logically, my thirst should be quenched… right?

Apparently not, and this discrepancy proved to be one of the biggest factors in why my first boyfriend and I fell apart. While I desperately wanted physical interaction, he was fine with just texting; and at one point, even texting was rare. In my frustration at him reprimanding me for sending him nudes, and in my own sexual frustration, my confusion led me to Omegle - naked but headless. I had no significant tattoos to identify my body then, but the guilt overwhelmed me so much that the next day, I fessed up and told him what I did. If there was any more affection left in that relationship at that point, I single-handedly crushed it, along with his trust in relationships.

University was a much more liberal place - sexual topics were discussed openly in hushed voices, and innuendos were abound. There was much less of people just walking away from you if you accidentally cross the line into uncharted territory (for them). I’ve had a friend say she had serious culture shock when she was doing an assignment with me for the first time, how I so openly and candidly discussed my sex life with another friend, and her boyfriend promptly warned her to not be influenced by me.

I’m not sure whether it was the feeling of liberation or just being desperately alone and sexually frustrated, I turned to Omegle again. I don’t know why I did what I did with that particular person, because it was always just getting off then going our separate ways, with the occasional chat. But this particular time, I was given an email address, and I gave mine. I shared a connection with this person that I never experienced before, and would probably never experience for the next few years with anyone. We somehow understood each other - how it felt to be a social outcast for thinking the way we did, how sex was a central part of our lives, and a mutual understanding to how fleeting life can be.

He had a girlfriend, so I was the third person of the relationship for a while. Looking back now I wouldn’t call it love, but it was indeed an emotional connection that surpassed all of my previous and limited future connections with guys. It was an unspoken mutual understanding, and we moved on. Friends and family called it just a man’s lust and the desire for some adventure. Perhaps it was, because our number of email dwindled as we continued on with our mutual lives, but I really doubt that lust itself is sufficient to make a man fly halfway across the world for a naive girl.

The next 3-4 years from there proved to be hell - for self esteem, and for my sexual identity. I went through one guy after another, each time convinced that perhaps something would blossom from there, but each time I was either just an easy girl or a temporary replacement for someone’s lost love. I think I maintained a naive outlook to love and relationships, but it was tinged with fear that my sexual needs would somehow manipulate my brain into thinking that what I felt for this person is more than just a carnal instinct to get myself off. At one point I was spending a lot of time with this group who had already plans to take turns with me after one of them took off the condom halfway and came in my mouth without warning - “she’s eager to please and doesn’t complain”. This one guy said he hated girls like me, who had no dignity and would sleep with anyone.

We ended up in a roller coaster of a relationship, one that warped my perception to everything, and has cemented a paranoia in me that I wished would just go away. Everything that he promised was flushed down the drain, and then I realized I was a project - to see if he could mold me into a trophy girlfriend and subsequently wife, giving him an ego-boosting label called “wild girl tamer”. His friends were impressed at how much less I swore and how much less ‘wild’ I was, when in fact I just didn’t want to be berated time and time again for being comfortable.

In this relationship, my desire for light bondage developed, perhaps because I felt like neither of us had control over anything, and I think by trying to give him “control” in the bedroom, I could regain control of some aspects of my life. It was not meant to be, as he preferred vanilla love-making, clashing with how I liked it. The sexual chemistry was just not there, and in his frustration that I wasn’t satisfied, the blame turned to how much of a slut I was, how I had easily let men touch me, giving away my value and dignity. And how my consensual one-time sexual encounters were so much more morally unacceptable than paying for a woman who sells sex, and so was sharing said woman with another guy.

As desperately as I tried, holding onto my sexuality wasn’t an option - I soon felt not only frustration, but shame at being so sexually needy. It was like being Snow Flower as Lily sang her Letter of Vituperation in Snow Flower and the Secret Fan - condemned to enjoying and desiring sex as a woman, while men were openly allowed to objectify and use women to his pleasure.

It became one of the many things that I was paranoid about. I may go out with a male friend, and even though my current SO encourages it, I still return anxious, walking on eggshells as I recounted my outing with said friend. I feel my cheeks burn with shame when I try to initiate something sexual, or even send a sexy text or a nude. It feels so slutty to constantly put yourself out there, even if it’s exclusively only to one person.

Since my first time, it has always been an imbalance where I would want it extremely frequently, but the guys just didn’t. While many guys talked about their fantasies about having a girlfriend who would want it all the time, somehow most of the guys I’ve committed to just didn’t want it so much. I also indirectly linked this lack of desire for my flesh to my self-esteem - I wasn’t attractive enough for them to desire me, so I’d act sluttier, much to their dismay and the complete opposite of their pleas for me to be more modest. And each session would leave me wanting more, because it was always vanilla, missionary, less than enthusiastic, and always was rushed.

So now I’m stuck between wanting to be a decent Asian girlfriend, and wanting to be the girlfriend who would pin their boyfriend down daily. It’s come to a point where I’d be scrolling through porn Tumblrs, then suddenly stopping myself and Googling why I have the sex drive that I have. It’s a daily conflict where the Asian in me wants to be a model daughter and girlfriend, while the liberal in me wants myself liberated of the guilt and pressure of not being said model daughter and girlfriend.

Well, at least now it’s just in my head.

[lalka-laski]

So.. what are you doing? I just got to work and I’m just chilling at my desk checking in patients for the next couple hours. I will eventually have to get up and do actual work but I’m prolonging it as much as possible...  Anything exciting going on I should know about? I have a fun day and night planned today! And then two whole days off with absolutely nothing to do. Living the dream!  Did you eat my cupcake? Yes What was the last movie you watched? Honestly I can’t remember. I’m not much of a movie-watcher.  Tell me something... anything... We ordered pizza last night and I was so excited for it but it ended up being nowhere near as satisfying as I hoped it would be. I don’t know who I’m becoming!! Would you ever let a boy put you through hell and back? I have before but I’ve learned my lesson. Plus, I’ve got a good one now so there’s no reason to ever anticipate that happening :)  Do you think the last guy/girl you kissed cares for you? Of course he does Has someone ever told you they will love you forever? Yes and I wholeheartedly believe it  What is the latest you stayed up in the past week? Why? I went out a few nights ago and stayed out wayyy later than I should have. My 5:30 alarm the next day was brutal. Who was the last person you've had a deep conversation with? Glenn  What is your current annoyance? I’m not thrilled about being at work right now and I’d much rather be in bed. But I can’t complain about much else!  What color bra are you wearing? Nude color  Are you one of those crazy Twilight fans? Nope. I was a fan back in the day but I was by no means obsessive. I just thought Robert Pattinson was hot and I was too young to recognize a dysfunctional relationship when I saw one. What if your most recent ex came to your front door with flowers/present,wanting you back, what would you do? I’d explain how I’m a changed person who no longer seeks approval or acceptance from someone who refuses to give it to me. I’d tell him that I’ve worked really hard in therapy to undo the damage he’s done and sequentially, have found the love of my life. I’d tell him how happy I am now, wish him all the best, and send him on his way. Are there any words you absolutely hate? There are a few but of course, I can’t think of them on the spot. Are tongue piercings slutty? I don’t think so but even if they were, who cares? What is the worst thing about winter? The time it takes to put on and take off all your layers. I seriously don’t mind the cold much, but the hassle of spending 5 minutes getting bundled up just to walk outside and then spend another 5 minutes un-bundling when you get to your destination is a PAIN! Do you think you would lose some friends if you gained 100 pounds? Those wouldn’t be true friends now, would they? Do you usually say too much or too little? Too little. Best purchase you ever made? The Killers concert tickets Is there anybody you think is hot over the age of 40? Lots of men. And my boyfriend is almost 40, so...  Are you embarrassed to buy condoms? Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever bought them. But I wouldn’t be embarrassed to if I did. Who is the worst person you have ever shared a bed with? My mom because she makes these horrifying sounds when she’s having a nightmare (which is often) and she snores incessantly.  Do you text when you drive? I don’t drive so there ya go Were you happy when you woke up today? I wasn’t. I tried to remind myself how fun my day’s gonna be later, but that excitement was clouded by the dread of going to work (and being awake at 6:15 on a Saturday morning).  How many pets do you have and what are their names? None, currently. You like beef jerky? I’m a vegetarian. But it doesn’t look half bad...  Do you and your last ex hate each other? I’ve really come to terms with the purpose he served in my life. I don’t hate him, but I don’t care for him in any capacity. I’d be civil if I ran into him in public but that’s about it.  How tall are you barefoot? 5′6 or 5′7ish Have you ever smoked heroin? Absolutely not What do you prefer to drink in the morning? I’m back on my coffee grind (no pun intended) lately. I have phases where I alternate between coffee and tea as my drink of choice, and right now I’m on a coffee kick.  Do you do push-ups? Not even one Name the last 3 things you have bought? Pizza last night, drinks at the bar a few nights ago and before that uh... I think some wax melts from Amazon? I’ve been a responsible spender lately.  What time did you wake up today? 6:09 but my alarm wasn’t set till 6:15. Tragic.  Do you burn or tan? My skin is the shade of milk so take a wild guess Have you ever wasted too much time on someone that treated you bad? I sure have but we’re past that now.  Do you remember who you liked this time 3 months ago? The guy I was and still am in a relationship with, of course.  Plan on getting drunk or high tonight? We’re having a girls night and going to a Mardi Gras party at one of our favorite bars so I may partake in a drink or two... (Just kidding, I’m getting HAMMERED!!) What room of your home do you spend most time in? Lately it’s been my bedroom. I’m trying to spend more time in the living room though Do you think boys look good in skinny jeans? No preference Do you trust a lot of girls? Weird question. I trust a lot of people regardless of gender.  Have you ever asked a boy for advice? Of course Would you date someone that none of your friends like? I have found out after the fact that some of my friends weren’t big fans of certain boyfriends How are you today? Tired right now but excited for later. Just gotta get through this shift.  What is the one thing you hate the most? Bigotry of any and all forms. Also, raisins.  Do you make your smiley faces backwards? [like this: (: ] Nah Would you rather get rid of autumn or spring? Those are my two favorite seasons!  Doesn't it annoy you when couples post things to each other's pages that are all mushy and gross and NO ONE CARES? It doesn’t really bother me What are your opinions on Kanye West (even though he's kinda old news...)? I have conflicted feelings about him. Feelings I don’t care to elaborate on right now Does anyone you know exaggerate a lot? I have a tendency to. My sister might be the queen of it though.  How many songs are on your ipod? It’s 2020 my dude Honestly, do you work for your own money or do your parents give you it when you ask? I work and pay all my own bills but my parents are very generous about offering help when I need it. Though I never ask.  Does it bother you when you're having a conversation with someone and they start texting? I can’t be bothered by that because I’m guilty of it myself. Like all the time.  What is your favorite game console to play on? No preference Where do you usually go when you need to get away and clear your head? I usually just take a nap Is there anyone who you think you deserve an apology from? Do you think you'll ever get it? I’m learning to stop waiting for apologies that will never come  Are you a fan of the television series Jersey Shore? What can I say? I love trash tv.  Who do you think is the most attractive actor? Idris Elba 

[russellthornton]

Hottest Sex Ever: 14 Flirty, Dirty Moves to Make Him Beg for More

Give your man the hottest sex ever with these 14 foreplay ideas that are so dirty, he’ll never stop begging you for more.

You’ve read all the lists of how to give your man the hottest sex ever, but what about the hottest foreplay? Sometimes women get the idea that their men would rather have a quickie than put in the time for some foreplay, but this isn’t always so.

When done right—read: enthusiastically—foreplay creates a buildup of sexual tension that makes an orgasm really come to life. Taunt, tease, and create naughty excitement that will make him feel like he’s doing something bad. You know you’re a super vixen in the sack, so now it’s time your man comes to the same conclusion.

Hottest sex ever – 14 hot ways to make him hard

When intimacy is initiated you both know it’s going to end in penetration, so why not build up anticipation through foreplay? We are looking at the best ways to give him the hottest sex every that are both out of the box and just good common sense. Here are 14 of our favorite ways to get him hard.

#1 Get into it. One way to give your man the hottest sex ever is to get into it! Show him you’re all about his pleasure by being vocal, maintaining eye-contact, and letting him see that you’re having a good time. Use flirtatious glances and let him know* his penis rocks your world, that every touch is sensational, and just how badly you want to make him cum hard.

*We certainly wouldn’t recommend faking it for the sake of your man, but when you’re giving him the hottest sex ever it isn’t going to hurt your pride to put on a very sexy show just for him. [Read: 20 hot sex ideas ideas to blow your lover’s mind in bed!]

#2 Tainted love. The taint refers to the perineum, the space between your bum and your genitals. This area can be highly stimulating for men. Not all girls are going to be into this one, but it’s definitely something to try if you’re really looking to spice things up. Simply drop some lube on your fingertips and gentle circle them around the area behind his balls and above his bum.

If you’re not keen to get your finger down there, you can always use a light vibrator on the area while you stimulate his penis by other means. He’ll love the dual pleasure happening down south. [Read: Drive him wild – How to find and stimulate the male g-spot]

#3 The betting game. Do you play Call of Duty *insert some other multiplayer fighting game* with your guy? Make it a night worth betting on by playing the strip version of his favorite game. Whoever wins a round gets to choose the article of clothing their lover takes off.

Or amp it up a notch by changing the rules: whoever wins this round must use their hand on the other/tell a dirty story/reveal a crazy fantasy.

#4 Keep kissing. So many couples stop kissing the longer they stay together. Kissing is an integral part of foreplay and sex for both men and women, so why do we stop doing it?

Kissing stimulates one of the biggest erogenous zones—the mouth! The tongue and lips are huge turn-on spots that you shouldn’t be ignoring on your man. Kiss like you did when you first met; long and passionately.

Spice it up by incorporating some flicks of the tongue, hungry nips at his lips, and excessive moans to let him know how hot you find your make-out session. [Read: Stop ignoring erogenous zones – The perfect neck kisses]

#5 Do it unexpectedly. If you’ve been having sex with the same person for a long time it starts to feel routine. Albeit mind-blowing guaranteed orgasms, but still a little routine for the two of you. So instead of hopping into the same pattern, try spicing it up.

Take a shower and come into his office in a slutty little outfit. Surprise him by wearing a dress without panties on while you’re out in public and have him discreetly feel how wet you are. Give him a sexy surprise while he’s driving, have morning sex, have shower sex, have sex anywhere but in your bed. Spontaneity is extremely arousing. [Read: 18 naughty ways to find time for sex in a buys schedule]

#6 Keep your clothes on. Keeping your clothes on is actually an incredible way to get things hot and heavy. When you’ve been with someone for long enough you still admire how sexy their body is, but getting them naked is now a given instead of an accomplishment. Combat this feeling by keeping your clothes on and grinding on him *not too hard!* until you’re both raring and ready to go.

Have him paw at your chest like a teenager without letting him go under your bra. This is an excellent way to tease your guy and build some serious sexual tension.

#7 Bathtub fun. Before getting down to penetration, why not take a bath together? Make a rule that you’re not allowed to engage in any hanky-panky while you’re in the tub. Just wash each other and make sure you soap up your breasts and give him your best sexy look while you’re washing him below the belt. He’s going to go nuts with anticipation. [Read: 17 fun sex ideas you have to try]

#8 Texting foreplay. If he’s getting the hottest sex ever when he gets home, why not let him know? Sexting doesn’t have to end with a topless photo of you floating around cyberspace for all eternity. Sometimes simplicity is best.

Start by saying something like “You and I are going to have a little fun later” and finish off with a picture of your sexiest panties laid out on his pillowcase, a sultry piece of lingerie hanging on the doorknob, or get down to business by texting him a photo of a bottle of lube. Whatever your method, he’s going to love the message. [Read: Sexting ideas – 14 sexy tips to effortless sext like a real pro]

#9 Strut and strip. Men love a show, so why not put on your favorite strip-worthy tune and give him something to think about later? Tell him he can look, but he can’t touch as you slowly disrobe and do a tempting dance for your man.

#10 Breasts in the face, nipples in the mouth. Guys love boobs. This is a simple fact of life, so why not embrace it in your hottest sex ever foreplay routine? Sit on him like you’re going to mount him and rock your hips against his penis while you tantalize him with your breasts.

Move your boobs across his face, back and forth, and let him try to get his tongue to catch your nipples. He’ll be in titty-heaven! [Read: 11 fun and fascinating facts about breasts]

#11 Costumes and role play. Pave a fun path to the hottest sex ever with some perfectly devilish lingerie. Or if you’re more into role play, do that! Dress up like Harley Quinn and tell your Puddin’ you’ve been a bad girl. Even if your guy isn’t usually into lingerie, we promise if you have a fantastic dirty talk/story to go along with it he’s going to love it.

#12 Sex toys for men. Sex toys don’t always have to equal vibrators for her. Why not try using a sex toy on your man to really give him the hottest foreplay ever? Some naughty male sex toys include a vibrator slid along his penis or under his balls, prostate massagers, cock rings, or naughty penis massagers. [Read: 10 male masturbation toys that are so much better than the hand]

#13 Dirty, dirty, dirty talk. Who doesn’t love a little back and forth dirty talk? When you’re snuggled up watching Netflix and he thinks you’re both done for the night, start whispering sexy nothings into his ear.

Tell him a fantasy or a dirty dream you had. Tell him what you wish you were doing to him, how wet you are, or how hard you want to make him. [Read: 23 sexy tips to dirty talk and say the sexiest words]

#14 Make noise. We can’t stress this one enough. While extenuating circumstances may dictate how loud you’re able to get, try and at least do some heavy breathing. Men are visual creatures that rely on sight, word pictures, and your sexy moans to keep them riled up. Moan, purr, and breathe in ecstasy to really give him something to listen to.

[Read: How to have the best sex ever – 15 ways to do it every single time]

Remember, you don’t have to run a gauntlet of foreplay every time you’re getting down and dirty, but trust that when you do you’re going to give him a mind-blowing orgasm. Give him the hottest sex ever by being enthusiastic, spontaneous, and above all else: having fun.

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