February 2012
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January 2012
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Little Miss Swoony Hottie Pants: I'm. So. Horny. →
I never once think about what my Doll and I do from her position, but sometimes posts like this make me realize that the things I do to her (not Swoony here, just using this as an example) that she loves are things I simply DO. I use her, toss her around, fuck whatever hole I want, and she lies there quiet and simply existing in my moment. She is nothing, empty, to be used and tossed aside some...
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November 2011
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August 2011
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July 2011
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June 2011
3 posts
Anonymous asked: pleeeeeease post more often.
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April 2011
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Advice
Fuck her like no one will see the bruises in the morning.
March 2011
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Out of bed
We needed to leave the house in an hour to stay on my schedule, and Doll wasn’t focusing on being awake as I’d wished. I rolled her on to her front and forced her knees in towards her stomach, tucking the taught meat of her ass up into the air and her dozing face into a pillow. With one hand on her lower back I pinioned her in place while forcing my finger inside her dry, sleepy...
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February 2011
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Time to play.
I have my bag of toys: two 45’ sections of braided rope, five 6’ sections of braided nylon cord, two butt plugs (one small, one medium), my knife, lube, Wartenberg pinwheel, two fists, my belt, a phone that takes good pictures, and a throbbing erection.
Doll has no idea what she is in for.
Anonymous asked: please post more often.
your blog gets me ridiculously hot.
your blog gets me ridiculously hot.
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Cum.
There is a power to male ejaculation that women can’t approximate or come close to. It is power and territory, each pumping thrust my biology’s way of saying “mine, mine, mine, mine”. I cum in her mouth, in her glassy Doll eye, in her hair, on her asshole. I pump shots across her pussy before bed so she can sleep in peace, knowing that my seed stands guard across the...
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Thumb
It might have been the alcohol, but she barely flinched when I slipped the thumb in. I had gone past that point where I gave a fuck if my roommate walked to the bathroom to piss and caught sight of me roughly shoving my fist in Doll’s cunt. There was the soft strain of her muscles against my knuckles as I leaned into her, my shoulders knotting like twisted sheets, and my hand slowly...
January 2011
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ASK
and you may receive.
December 2010
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Flowers
From Doll:
"He leaves bruises in the shape of his control. Fingertips
the color of a decayed eggplant imprinted on my arms and thighs from where he
pinned me down, pried me open. A perfectly symmetrical Rorschach pattern on my
skin that spells love & violence, domination & submission from every
angle. I study them every time I get out of the shower. Marvel at them and
smile softly....
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Garbage
What a filthy whore mouth she has. With a bit of research, I’m sure I could find the right combination of foods to make my cum taste like garbage. What I wouldn’t give to cum in her throat and hear the tearful pleading that follows as the hot, stinking mess clogs her nose while she tries to escape, ruining her favorite moment and making it mine.
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The Rules
Occasionally, I let her have a voice.
From Doll:
“The rules:
Never stop when she says "When". Give clear and specific instructions. She shouldn't do anything without your explicit command. Don't hesitate to punish her if orders are not fully executed and abided by. Never ask her of she's okay. Use her to get what YOU want. Don't even take her into consideration. Know that her blood and...
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Bruise
The subtle discoloration of her cheek and jaw line where my fist snapped into her face is far more attractive than any sort of make-up ever could be.
catastrophex-deactivated2011010 asked: Your blog is amazing. I'm extremely jealous of your slut.
Anonymous asked: Your posts make my throat crave fucking.
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Belt
My belt is starting to fray from age. I’ve had it for years. Now it bears the brunt of Doll’s weight some nights as I drag her across the bed. It holds her calf pinioned to her thigh as I tease her clit, slap her face raw. The split black leather snaps down across her thigh. I can hear the buckle bite into that soft, pale flesh there. There are teeth marks pitting the surface where it’s...
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In retrospect
In retrospect, I knew it would happen eventually. The stars aligned like some astral key in a lock that clicked just as my cockhead prodded her esophagus and she ejected food and beer only hours old down my shaft, off my balls, and into my half-removed jeans. I felt bile and spit slide and pool, cooling and stinking and I could feel her body tighten like a drum with shame, like a dog...
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November 2010
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Panties
She leaves me panties when she goes, soaked in her cunt scent. I wrap them around my cock and jack off to pictures of her tied up and fucked. When I cum, I drench the thin black material of the thong, watching as it soaks through and then dries a few hours later.
They fit so well in her mouth. I love to hear her gag on the stale scent of her own juices mixed with my cum as it fills her head. ...
October 2010
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The Care and Feeding of Doll
Know your place. Leash her to the kitchen sink. Flirt with other women in front of her. Drag her into the bedroom by her hair and fuck her throat. Eat her pussy and don’t let her cum. Fuck her asshole until she cries and mix your cum with her tears. Make her stand under a cold shower as she shivers, alone. Be creative, and be forceful with your blows. Split her lips and force her to...
Obey
Obedience is not response to a command, but rather anticipation.
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Perspective
Stuffed beneath the desk & walled in by his body in the chair. Burning in my shoulders & neck because humans aren’t meant for this too-small space. I think about shifting ever so slightly to relax the hot pain because I know he isn’t watching me & won’t even notice. “No”, I tell myself, “that would be dishonest”. My comfort doesn’t...
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Prescription
I’ll start at the end, where I can feel her throat expand slightly to accommodate the surging fluid from my cock. She is folded tight like a care package, not bound but still being the good Doll that she is, her hand are clasped behind her back.
There is a moment, right before I cum, that I forget she’s there. And when I do, it’s like cumming onto an old sock or a towel. She...
September 2010
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Displaced
Displaced flesh
Slick with sweat and sexual effluent
Cast off, shed weight and water,
Fats dissolved, lust the solvent
Hormone gates driving fuel into the
Engine’s furnace
a piston, or a firing spark
Strive, to rearrange her insides if even momentarily
So she feels me pounding
Two days later and thinks,
“More.”
Moving
My fist wrapped tight, I’m moving towards an edge where I don’t care if I hurt her. I want bruises and welts and blood, to see them like trophies on a mantle, to know I put them there.
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Her
crushed to barely breathing beneath his weight he gently kisses my forehead (in the name of the father) crushed to barely breathing beneath the scent of drying cum and sweat, he gently kisses my left cheek (and of the son) crushed to barely breathing beneath his lust and desire, he gently kisses my right cheek (and of the holy spirit) crushed to barely breathing beneath his obsession and love, he...
With the lights on
Staring directly into here eyes, going over that edge like a waterfall. There’s satisfaction, and then there’s the satisfaction of knowing your hard work paid off.
Waking
Still clouded in sleep, darkness at 2 am and beer in my stomach mildly oscillating as I feel her wet against my leg and roll to fuck her, stuck halfway between consciousness and that muzzy, dank mindset that comes with falling directly from sleep into sex. I came without realizing at first, thrusting hard into her and then rolling away.
“Go back to sleep,” I said,...