SubbyLittleKitten

a-girl-and-her-boy:

It has gotten so easy to put him in subspace.

Yesterday, he sat in bed next to me. I gently stroked his hair and the back of his neck while I whispered to him.

“I’ll keep you. I’ll keep you collared and leashed. For an entire weekend, you can just be my little toy. You don’t have to worry about anything but pleasing me. Your only goal is to give me pleasure. Lick me to orgasm. Kneel and rub my feet. Let me use you.”

He was completely under in just a few seconds, quietly moaning at my every suggestion.

“I’ll string you up with rope and tease you. I’ll strap you down to the bed grind on top you. I’ll let my fingers dig into your soft, supple flesh and spread your cute little ass.”

His breathing was shallow. 

“You just let me do everything. Let me fuck you. Let me play with you. Let me make you mine. That’s what you want, isn’t i?”

He nodded, not even opening his eyes.

God he’s cute.

good-subby:

broliloquy:

chasecharmer:

entropy-and-inkblots:

chasecharmer:

pretty sure I went to purgatory today

do tell

Ok So 

today, friday 13th, i had two things scheduled to happen. 1 was taking my drivers test (not really relevant to the purgatory thing but i feel the need to include it on the basis of friday 13th fuckery), 2 was picking up my diploma. as it turns out, somewhere between home and the dmv a taillight went out, so the administrator wouldnt let me take the test, and rescheduled me to NOVEMBER. so thats how my 9am went. 

with that under our hats, me and my mom went to find my diploma. 

it started bad. google maps did not recognize the address as existing. it took us several tries to convince it there was a west school avenue in anywhere but california, and when we finally did, the street names didn’t match. some of them just didn’t match the physical signs, but others changed or disappeared in the map itself. and as we approached, we discovered that the facility we were looking for was not only off the road, but the only way to get to it was through a backwoods neighborhood, inhabited EXCLUSIVELY by hicks sitting on their porches and judging us for some unknown sin. 

finally, google says we’ve arrived. surely not, we whisper. please no. jesus christ. we’re faced with what appears to be a small penitentiary, the front of which is plain white with massive blinded windows, and the only parking in sight is through a gigantic chain-link fence. there is no signage anywhere whatsoever to indicate whether we’re allowed in, but there’s nowhere else to stop without blocking the teeny little road, so we pull in. the energy of this place is absolutely befuckened. we’re talking deserted. the parking lot is jam-packed, but there’s not a human in sight. it’s not a closed building either, more like a campus, with dozens of doors opening onto little courtyard areas. the doors are all either unmarked or covered in seemingly arbitrary words and numbers. some of them have strangely large locks and no knobs. some of them have keypads. 

well by now we’re both thoroughly fuckin spooked, so my mom calls my dad to explain we were gonna be a little uh late and i go to find. something. anything. civilization, perhaps. i find a little hallway to the front of the building, where i can now see a gigantic sign declaring the name of the facility. the letters are two feet tall, but the exact same color as the roofing behind them. they are not faded. they were painted that way. beneath them is an easily 4-meter-tall arched metal gate, which is the only opening on the entire front of the otherwise clean building, and, therefore, logically represents the main entrance. 

directly inside and left of the gate is a door with a cartoonishly large keypad lock and a sign which reads ‘NOT AN ENTRANCE.’ there are no arrows and no directions. 

i turn around and head the opposite direction, down a long hall. at the end of it is a set of double doors which are shrouded in darkness. i’m about 30 feet away when there’s a flicker of movement behind the doors. then, out of the shadows, steps an old hick. “you look lost.” he says. “y-eAh” i reply. he enquires what i’m there for, and i explain my diploma. he directs me to a door next to a blue car. there is no logical way for the car to be inside the buildings courtyard, but it is no less next to a door. as i turn to see where i’m being directed, a young woman seemingly materializes in the middle of the hallway perpendicular to us, walking briskly. without slowing she turns to me, says “she’s making a pb&j sandwich,” and carries on her way. when i turn around the man is gone. when i turn back, she’s gone too. i run for my mom. 

ngl at this point im dead fucking sure she wont be where i left her and when i find her the car will be gone and we’ll be trapped in this hellhole if we don’t get out before sunset, but she’s there, and we go and enter the door. inside we can hear idle chatter from an adjacent office. after a few seconds a woman comes out. she does not ask who we are. she asks whose diploma we want. we tell her mine. she pulls it out of a stack of loose paper, hands it to us without another solitary word, and bids us farewell. 

mom drove outta there about 70mph and tbh i wouldve done the same that was an evil place and i do not plan on returning 

You went to Hell’s waiting room

This reminds me of something not purgatory or hell but something else but i can’t put my finger on it

mommymaxie:

As much as I love your
voice darling, I love your gasps better. There’s something…primal about it, don’t
you think? When you can barely breathe and you’re gasping for every little bit
of air you can get. I really like it and I know you do too or you wouldn’t be
grinding against me like this. Ha, you’re adorable darling.

So tell me what you
like more, if you can, my fingers wrapped around your neck and squeezing hard
and perfect the way you like or the feeling of falling away. Do you like seeing
my smile more than the darkness at the edge of your vision? Can you tell me
sweetheart? No, oh well that’s understandable.

Mmm, kissing you when
your mouth falls open like this is so nice. I get to feel those breaths you
aren’t getting and I get to taste the desperation building on your tongue. I
get to hear the needy little noises you make, one of the few noises you can
make. Poor baby, you want to beg don’t you? Don’t even know what you want to
beg for, just that you do.

What a good pet.

mommyistheonlywomanforyou:

chastityideas:

Prostate Milking is different than a Prostate Orgasm. Milking does not have the orgasm sensation and the prostate fluid leaks or drips out without little or no pleasure sensation. If it shoots out, then a prostate orgasm has most likely happened and this should be a very powerful and pleasurable orgasm.

There are many resources out there for how to milk a prostate, but here is a quick recap. The prostate is located towards the front of the body and is about 2 inches in, so it’s not very far. It is about the size of a walnut, but may be larger for some. The vast majority of practitioners say that the recipient needs to be fully relaxed and the massage should be gentle and rhythmic. Try a come hither motion, circles, back and forth, etc to see what works best for you. There are various toys out there that can be used instead of fingers, and even some of them vibrate. They may feel a slight sensation they need to pee, but this should be ignored and means it is working. Patience is required as it can take 10-40 minutes and may not be successful the first few tries. It is really important to not rush the process by going to hard or fast too quickly. With practice the giver should get better and the recipient should get used to the feeling allowing the process to take less time. It will help if the recipient has not had a orgasm for at least a week or two as the prostate will be much fuller. It seems that the most common position is for the receiver to be on his knees, which is especially convenient if the giver wants to collect the fluid.

There are three types of prostate massages.

1- Milking with no penis stimulation. This is the hardest to achieve, and will take the most time and practice. The perineum can be massaged some also, or even some tugging of the balls to potentially help things along. This milking should result in minimal pleasure and can create a very submissive emotion. There seems to be differing experiences on just how much fluid this will release, some people saying you will only get a few drops as it is only prostate fluid, while others claim they can get much more including semen.

2- Ruined orgasm milking. This is much easier to do do and can be much quicker. During the prostate massage the penis receives stimulation. All penis stimulation ends just before the orgasm, but the prostate massage continues and will milk all fluids out. This type of milking should produce a lot of prostate fluid and semen. If the penis stimulation stops soon enough there should be no pleasure.

3- Pleasurable massage. The penis will be played with during the prostate massage and through the orgasm. This should lead to a very intense feeling, better than a normal orgasm and should produce much more cum than a normal orgasm.

If your goal is to learn how to milk a prostate with minimal or no penis stimulation than you should probably refrain from any orgasms to keep the prostate full. It is something you should practice on a weekly basis until you achieve success. It is a skill the giver and receiver are both going to need to learn. The giver will need to keep a relaxed environment and reassure the receiver that it is ok it is taking a while to reduce any performance anxiety.

One of Mommy’s instruction guides