Picture This

[TongueJoy]

I chose the handle TongueJoy because I enjoy using my tongue to pleasure women. I'm also dominate and enjoy inflicting other sensations on a sub. Mixing things up – pleasure and pain – is an extrordinary journey.

Bound and eaten, a female sub will endure hours of pleasure. She want's to be untied so she can finish it off, but that is not what happens. The sub must endure slow and methodical pleasures, bringing her to a climax she will not forget.

Yes, I do enjoy pleasuring all parts of a female sub with my tongue. But some subs don't want that, as they yearn for the whip or other intruments of pain. More intrigueing is those that enjoy mixing both pleasure and pain – back and forth driving them into intense orgasms.

The subject, “Picture This!”, describes situations where a sub is at, and the many things that will or can happen.

I want this thread to be open, and to explore all posibilities. Given a place and situation, what should happen next? What would you want? I like the last question in that it reveals more about the dominate or sub.

Our first situation is very simple. We are in the kitchen, where my sub is kneeling, awaiting so patiently. I clean the dishes and clear the table. This morning, the kitchen table will be used for mine and my sub's pleasures.

The table is rectangular and simple in construction. I have the sub get up and stand at one end of the table where her thighs meet it. I go to the opposite end of the table and lower her down. Her wrists are tied with rope. I take the end of the rope and secure it to a brace connecting the legs of the table. Prior to the final tie, I pull my sweet sub so the top of her hips are at the edge of the table.

Using more rope, I tie one thigh and secure it to one leg of the table. I do the same to the other thigh.

I go back to the other end of the table and loosen the rope that secures the sub's writs and pull the rope so she is tawt. I again secure it to the brace. She is now immobile – unable to move.

Her breasts push down against the table. Though my focus will be on her pussy and anal cavity, I do admire the breast meat produding outward. Her shoulder-length hair hides her face. The sub's breathing is heavy.

Now comes for the thread. Where should we begin? What instruments of pleasure and pain will be used? How long will it last?

[figliaperduta]

Oooh, a very interesting idea. Here's what I would like, as a sub. I'm rather fond of the pain, myself.

First, clamps on the meat of the breasts, where it protrudes out. Not on the nipple, though.

Next, I should like very much to have a dildo in my cunt, where I shall have to hold it while you paddle or spank me. Certainly I must count the strokes, thank you always, and beg for more. Perhaps also a clamp on my clit? And more strokes if I lose the dildo.

Following that, a plug in my ass, the biggest one that fits, and a gag in my mouth. Together with the dildo, I am stuffed, and perfect for pictures. I can barely waggle my round, pink ass, and my attempts are having a certain effect on you.

You move to kneel between my spread legs, and begin sliding the dildo slowly in and out of my pussy. Finally, you slide it out all the way. Coming back around to the front of me, you remove my gag and present me with the dildo. "Hold this," you tell me, and I spread my mouth wide for it. I nearly gag as you slide it back, until it touches the back of my mouth. My juices slide down the back of my throat, and more run down my chin. What got on your hands from the dildo, you rub over my face. "Slut. Dirty little slut," you say, and take more pictures.

I am enjoying this thoroughly. I am a slut, as you have trained me to be, and my only regret is that there is nothing in my greedy wet cunt.

You admire a moment more, and move back behind me. The anal plug slides out of me, and I attempt to moan around the dildo in my mouth. But the emptiness does not last--you are quick to place a vibe in my ass and turn it on low.

I curse you in my head, as my juices begin to run down my legs.

You remove the clamp from my clit, and there is a moment of intense pain, far worse than ever was with the clip on, and when it is over, there is something moving inside me.

Your tongue, and your nose is pressed up against my clit, inhaling my scent deeply.

You turn the vibe in my ass up, and my breathing speeds up. I am heaving slightly, my tits and their clamps bearing most of my body weight. The pain will only get worse as I get closer to orgasm.

Even as I hate you for holding me back, I could scream your name to the heavens in ecstasy. The way your tongue writhes and moves inside of me does things to me that no mere dildo, nor vibe, nor even living cock ever could. Nothing else could move like that.

And it leads me to wonder--though I am bound, who is truly the sub here?

The vibrator in my ass moves ever faster, as do you, and the pain in my breasts, and from my earlier paddling, is supreme.

And then it all stops. Your tongue is gone, and I am left hanging there, holding onto a meagre tree on the lip of a cliff. If you so much as breathe on me, I will fall.

And you are moving. Why are you moving?

Something warm and hard plunges into me--your cock. You are behind me now, fucking me, driving mercilessly into my cunt.

"Don't you come yet, you filthy slut," you pant. "Wait for me. That's your place."

You know me far too well, and it takes every bit of control I have to follow your order. I wish I were free, that I could wrap my legs around you and pull you to me, that you would come sooner, that I might do the same.

But I am bound, and for it can barely hold off of coming.

You grunt, once, twice, and there is an explosion of wet heat inside of me. It pulses, and finally ebbs.

It takes you a moment to recover your voice, and your rhythm. "Now, girl."

I let go of my branch, and take flight.

My body shudders, as best it can, and I can feel your cock, hard once again, as my pussy contracts around it. I nearly lose the dildo in my mouth, and earn a slap on the ass.

Still inside me, you reach around and take the dildo from my mouth. In one smooth motion, you unsheath yourself and replace the dildo. Back with the clit clamp, as well as six others--three for each of my outer labia.

You have two others in your hand as well.

You unbind my legs, and help me put them up on the table underneath me. "Waggle your ass, girl, like a good little whore."

I do, and am rewarded with a pet. The vibe is still going strong inside of me.

You grab one breast roughly, and pull the nipple to the side, slipping the clamp on in the process before shoving the whole breast back into its proper position. The clamp is now pressed into the table, and my nipple is pressed into my breast painfully. The process is repeated with my other breast.

Which leaves my mouth to your attentions.

I love the feel of your cock in my mouth almost as much as you love the feel of my pussy in yours. We love to 69, still, for that reason. The phrase 'oral fixation' was invented to describe us.

You must have noticed by now that my mouth is slightly open, my tongue slightly between my lips. Though I say nothing, I am begging. 'Yes, Master, I am your dirty slut, your filthy whore, a cunt who is worth nothing except as a sex object. I love it. More, Master, please.'

And more I shall have.

You unbind my hands, and guide them up to the table. "Let me see you, slut."

I know well what you mean, and I love this as well. First I kneel and display my clamped tits, hands behind my back. Then I open my mouth, and you peer inside. Then, I lean back and spread my legs. You want to see my cunt, wrapped around that thick dildo, and I use my fingers to pull the clamps away from my pussy and towards my thighs. Finally, my ass. I turn around and go down on my knees, this time resting my head on the table, careful to let my nipple clamps bear the weight of my chest. That is, after all, what you want--me in pleasure and pain. I pull my butt cheeks apart, and you give a testing tug to the cord of the vibe. It shifts inside me, and I moan.

"Good girl," you say, and walk across the room. "Now crawl over here to me like the whore you are."

I slide down off the table, and get down on the floor on my hands and knees. As I crawl, every movement of my tits and ass is pronounced--not in a seductive manner, just 'fuck-me' dirty.

"Pretty slut. Now for my cock."

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Maybe more tomorrow.

[TongueJoy]

figliaperduta,

You write very well, and pleased that you like this idea of mine. For your pleasure and fantasy, I offer a prelude to what's next. You can guess what I am getting ready for you in the living room. Read on.

You do have it right. My tongue can be so intense. The tongue can sense slight shivers, and then I can slow down and slowly torture you in pleasure.

The “69” position is truly wonderful and I enjoy variations of it which will be our next encounter.

I have you on all four legs. I remove each instrument of pleasure and pain slowly. You face shows the pain of each removal. I sit on a chair and admire you. Your breathing slows down.

“I think the little slut wants more”, I softly say.

You shake your head – first in a no pattern, and then a yes pattern.

“Yours is not to decide, my slut toy”, I say in a commanding voice. Your eyes peer into mine. “You know that complete obediance is demanded and expected, and for simply thinking you have a say will be dealt with!”

I stare intensly, and you know full well that pleasure will come, but punishment will be proceeded. The back of your mind is being filled with what is next.

“While I prepare the living room for my pleasure” - emphasizing that it is for my pleasure - “kneel slut!! Stand up straight. I want to see those nipples!” You do so as a good little slave you are.

“As a good little slut you are, you will wait patiently as I get things together. You will also show me your strength”.

You look puzzled. I'm always pushing you to your limit. When you think you have done it all, you soon find that you have much more to learn.

“Hold out your hands and your arms out”, I command. I give you two black paper clamps. These are one-inch wide black clamps that are designed to hold together several pages of paper. Your eyes widen, and you almost let out a wimper, but your a good slave and obey.

“Hold them out and admire them, my pet”, I softly say. I leave you in the kitchen and proceed to the living room. Your arms tire. You hear many things being put together. Your mind is racing.

“Ok slut!!”, I yell just so you can hear me. “Put them on your nipples!”

I'm a patient master that loves my slut slave very much. I know such a command would invoke a response by you, thus causing another series of punishment. Your mouth puckers as to allow you to hyper-ventilate. As I continue setting things up, I smile at the thought of what you look like, as you struggle to place these clamps on your aching nipples.

“I don't hear any pain, slut!!!”, again, not yelling at you, but making sure you hear me. “Put them on and stop thinking. You are my slave and will do what I instruct”, I command. “I want to hear you obey”

Your eyes close as you squeeze the clamps. They are so hard to open and your shaking. Oh my goodness - one falls to the ground. You freeze.

I come back to kitchen, pick up the clamp and place it on your hands. I then give you a long and sensuous kiss. Your eyes tear with joy.

“Punish me, master for I have not done what you want in the time and manner you wanted it”, you say so softly.

I kiss you more – our tongues dance for several minutes. Our breathing is heavy. I step back, and softly say, “Try again, but wait until I say so”.

I go back to the living room, and you put your arms out.

After several minutes, I bark the command, “Now slut! Let me hear you obey me!”.

“Arrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh – Oooooooooohhh Myyyyyyyyyyy”, you grunt out.

“Very good slut! Now pull them out – and don't be slow about it.”

Your grunts and heavy breathing make me work faster, but I do enjoy the pain I am causing you – especially that you are inflicting it upon yourself.