30 Days of Kink: Day 30

Whatever BDSM/kink related thing you want to write about.

And now we come to the end. I’ve enjoyed this meme a great deal. Not only did it get me posting regularly over the last month, but most of the questions were actually fairly interesting to me as well. There is no question to answer or specific topic to talk about today though, so I think I’m going to do something a little different. This is a short erotic fiction I wrote about six years ago. It’s not great, but I’ve gotten compliments on it and I think it’s a good way to end the 30 Days of Kink.

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“He’s such a generous man,” she thought as she walked down the street. It was early in the afternoon and the sun was shining. She smiled. A lot of stares were being directed toward her, just as Mr. Blake had promised. She wasn’t surprised; after all she was wearing a Girl Scout uniform. The top was skin tight and half unbuttoned to show her large round breasts and lacy black bra, and the skirt was so short that if she were to bend at the waist her well groomed pussy would be fully exposed. To complete the outfit she was carrying a green messenger bag full of Girl Scout cookies.

She turned a corner. OK, third house on the left. As she approached the huge brick house she reached into her bag and found a brush. Before ringing the doorbell she brushed out her long brown pigtails. Reaching for a box of Thin Mints, she rang the bell.
   
A tall, athletic looking man with black hair, mustache and goatee opened the door. She smiled and in a cheerful voice said, “Hi! Would you like to buy a box of cookies?”
   
“Hmm, I don’t know…” his voice was very deep.
   
“Please? They’re really tasty, and if I sell enough I get rewarded with a badge.”
   
“Is the badge important to you?” he asked, a smile beginning to form on his lips.
   
“Oh, it’s very important to me, and I only have to sell two more boxes of cookies to earn it. I would do anything to get this badge.” She replied in as serious a tone as she could manage.
   
“Really? I have an idea then, come inside,” he invited, stepping back to let her in. He took her bag and set it on a table by the door, then led her into a comfortable looking sitting room. “Have a seat, I’ll be right back.”
   
She sat down on the plush cream colored sofa and waited. Before long she heard his footsteps coming back behind her.
   
He held a long piece of light green fabric in front of her for a moment before drawing it to her mouth. When she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing (as if she didn’t know), he pulled the cloth into her mouth. Then, as he tied it behind her head, he said, “Now, you just let me know when that badge is no longer important.”
   
Leaning over the back of the couch he kissed her neck and lightly ran the back of his hand down her cheek. Then he tightened his hand around her throat and whispered in her ear, “Stand up.” She did as she was told and he took her hand. He led her to a room where an iron bar with a curved end was protruding from the wall. The bar was about level with her eyes. He led her to it and tied her hands to it with another length of green fabric. She looked at him with big, frightened eyes.
   
She wasn’t frightened, she was curious. What would he do next? She was already wet imagining the possibilities. But Mr. Blake had told her to act scared. Mr. Blake preferred to see her hunger, her need. His friend, however, was turned on by fear. She could already see the bulge forming in his slacks just from looking into her eyes.
   
He walked across the room to a desk and rummaged in one of the drawers. When he returned he was holding a pair of scissors. Slowly, he cut the buttons off her uniform top, and then hung the scissors on the curved end of the metal bar.
   
He ran his hands under her open shirt and around to her back, then down her back and over her round, firm ass. His hands rested below her ass for a moment before moving down the backs of her legs, then back up and under her skirt.
   
“You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” he said, grinning as she shook her head frantically. “Yes you are. You are a filthy little Girl Scout slut. Not wearing any underwear.” He slid a hand in front of her and between her legs. She was dripping wet now. He inserted a finger into her soaked pussy. His index finger barely fit in her tight little cunt. “Perfect,” he thought.
   
He was hard now. His cock was straining to get out of his pants. He stepped away from the slut he had tied to the wall, unzipped his pants and took out his long, thick cock. Then he stepped back over to her and watched as her eyes started to tear up. That was all the persuasion he needed. He picked her up easily and positioned her so the head of his penis was just touching her pussy, then…he dropped her, letting gravity do its job. She moaned and tears streamed down her face as he lifted her again and dropped her again. He was ripping her in half, and it felt so good. Every time he dropped her she could feel his cock hit the very back of her vagina. Soon she forgot herself and began moaning with pleasure, arching her back and throwing back her head. He stopped. After lifting her off his cock and setting her back on the floor he turned and walked back across the room.
   
“You stupid bitch,” she thought,” Mr. Blake is going to be furious.”
   
When he came back a wooden paddle was hanging from his wrist by a thong. She looked at the floor. He walked behind her and held up her skirt.
   
One, two, three whacks from the paddle. He didn’t start of slow or easy, he hit her ass hard every time. Six, seven, eight; she was bent over now, juices from her pussy dripping down her legs and tears falling onto the floor. Nine was harder and ten was even harder than that. She heard the paddle drop to the floor. She was sobbing now and her head was hanging between her up stretched arms. She felt, just barely felt, his hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks. There was something cold enough to make her gasp drizzled on her puckered hole, then the head of his cock pushed against her back opening. She tried weakly to pull away, but he pulled her back and back until slowly inch by inch his entire cock was in her ass. Then he began fucking her. Thrusting hard, listening to her sob and choke on the gag. He got into rhythm with her sobs. Every time she let out a sob he would pull out till only the head was in her ass, then just as she was inhaling he would pull her fast and hard back all the way to his pelvic bone. The more he fucked her the more she sobbed and the faster his thrusts came. He stopped pulling her and began just thrusting by himself, with one hand tightly gripping her throat and the other massaging her clit. She was still crying, but she was also in heaven. She could feel his cock pulsing in her ass and she knew he was about to cum. Soon she heard him groan and she could feel the warm semen explode into her ass. His cock slowly began to shrink and he pulled out. His cum began leaking out and mixing with the juices flowing down her legs. She was hanging forward again. As he walked by her he pulled on the end of the cloth tying her to the bar. She fell forward onto the floor as he left the room.
   
After he had showered and put on clean cloths the man came back. She had finished crying and was sitting up now with her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. He brought her bag to her and knelt down.
   
“Here,” he said, holding out some money to her. “I’d like two boxes of cookies.”
   
She reached into the bag and pulled out a box of Thin Mints and a box of Tagalongs.
   
“Tell Blake thanks for me.”

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30 Days of Kink: Day 29

Do you have a BDSM title (e.g. mistress, master, slut, pig, whore, princess, goddess, ma’am, sir)? What is your opinion of the use of titles in general?

Within the D/s dynamic I would like to have, titles just aren’t really necessary. I understand why other people have them, but my preferred dynamic just isn’t so extreme that I need to call The Keeper something other than his name. As for myself, I don’t feel a title would be necessary either. My Dom is my Dom, he can call me anything he likes. I will say though that I do sort of informally categorize our dynamic as one of Owner/pet. I will probably never call him Owner in place of his name, and the only time he’s called me pet it’s more like an affectionate nickname like “honey” or “baby” than a title, but if we were going to have formal titles those are probably what they would be.

In regard to the use of titles in general, my opinion is this: meh. I don’t really have an opinion. I understand all the reasons people use them, and I feel that people should do what feels right to them. If calling your partner Master or Sir feels right, then by all means do so. If it doesn’t feel right, then don’t do it.

30 Days of Kink: Day 28

How do you dress for kink/BDSM play? What significance does your attire have to you?

This actually came up last night in conversation with The Keeper, sort of. We were talking about possible plans for New Year’s Eve. I had suggested an event I’d seen posted on FetLife, and we discussed it a bit before I eventually came to the conclusion that I would like to go, but I wouldn’t have the first clue what to wear. Now, that is partially due to the fact that most of my clothing no longer fits and partially because I don’t have any fetish/kink clothing. I have no leather or latex. No corsets or thigh high stiletto boots. Nothing that’s even all that flattering, vanilla or otherwise. So we decided not to go to the fetish club to ring in the new year.

More significant to the topic at hand though, I don’t really dress any particular way for BDSM play. I have a few pieces of fairly tame lingerie, but otherwise I’m usually just naked when I play. So I suppose the significance my attire has to me would be none.

30 Days of Kink: Day 27

Do your non-kink interests ever find their way into your kinky activities? If so, how?

I hate to say it, because it means this is likely to be a really short entry, but… no. I’m not even sure how inserting my non-kink interests into my kinky activities would work. Maybe if I was interested in sexual roleplay The Keeper and I could roleplay our D&D characters in kinky situations, but I’m not at all interested in sexual roleplay. I suppose if I ever try wax play it might incorporate some of my more artistic interests/talents, but I haven’t tried that yet so I can’t be certain. I would be interested to hear from people who DO incorporate their non-kink interested in their play, just so could understand how that would work.

30 Days of Kink: Day 26

What’s your opinion on online BDSM play?

This may be my favorite 30 Days question so far. You see, up until about 3 years ago I don’t think I really consciously identified my sexual preferences as BDSM or kink related. I mean, I knew that some of what I’d done and some of what I liked could be considered “kinky”, and I knew about BDSM in sort of an abstract way, but I didn’t really know about the whole subculture and community aspect of it. Then, a few months after a particularly painful breakup, my ex directed me to the web-novel Tales of MU. At the time, Tales of MU also had an official community forum. Once I was hooked on the story I found the forum, and the people who posted there most frequently all seemed to be into kink and BDSM. There was even a section of the forum for people to play out BDSM scenes and basically have cyber sex.

I actually got fairly heavily involved with some of the members of that group who had more experience with BDSM than myself. Heavily involved and quite intense, but all online. I played out spanking scenes in IM and bondage/knife play scenes in the forum. At one point I was involved so intensely with one playmate in private messages that I had to halt one scene due to a genuine, real life emotional overload that had nothing to do with anything going on in my real life and everything to do with the online play we’d been indulging in. Not to mention the fact that this forum is where I first met The Keeper, and we played out various kink related things in the forum as well as in IM long before we met in person.

Given all of that, I’d have to say my opinion of online BDSM play is a positive one. Online play is the thing that got me truly interested in the culture and community of BDSM and not just the sex. However, I will say that I don’t think online play is necessarily something everyone should try. I wouldn’t even go so far as to say that people who are new to the whole thing should try it online first. Playing online requires, in my opinion, more imagination as well as the ability to express yourself clearly in writing. So it’s not for everyone. But I’d say that if you’re someone who gets something out of reading erotic fiction, is decent at writing and describing your own thoughts and emotions, and you’re a quick typer then online play might be something you’d be interested in trying.

30 Days of Kink: Day 25

How open are you about your kinks?

Since all of my kinks are sexual, or have a sexual aspect, I don’t go around flamboyantly proclaiming about them. I see no reason to force knowledge of my sexuality on the general public, at least in real life. The blog doesn’t count.

That said, I also don’t hide or lie about anything I’m into. If people have questions, or if something comes up in conversation, I either talk about it openly or I tell the person I’m not comfortable talking about it with them. Outside of conversation, I don’t think any of my kinks are readily noticeable. Any bruising I’m likely to have isn’t going to be visible and if The Keeper were to ever collar me it most likely wouldn’t be an obvious, bdsm type collar.

So, I would say that I am open about my kinks, but not obvious about them.

30 Days of Kink: Day 24

What qualities do you look for in a partner?

Let me tell you what qualities I look for in a partner… with BULLET POINTS! Note- none of these lists are in any particular order.

Physical Qualities That I Either Look For Or Tend To Be Drawn To

Men:

  • Taller than me (so, taller than 5’6)
  • Broader than me (basically, big enough that I don’t feel enormous comparatively)
  • Facial hair
  • Glasses (this just seems to happen, I don’t really have anything against men with good eyesight)

Women:

  • My size or a bit smaller
  • Pretty Face
  • Medium to large breasts
  • Nice ass

Mental/Personality Qualities That I Either Look For Or Tend To Be Drawn To

Both Men & Women:

  • Either enjoys or is tolerant of video games
  • Either enjoys or is tolerant of tabletop roleplaying games
  • Funny
  • Likes to read
  • Honest
  • Communicates openly
  • Intelligent but not arrogant
  • Creative
  • Either enjoys or is tolerant of comic books
  • Not hypocritical, double standard wielding nutjobs