Pinching

Feel the pinch!

Looking for submissive female parter for Breathplay. Pump gags & nose pinching

You’re on your knees before I’ve even finished shutting the front door, your hands trembling as you l your dress up over your hips, baring that slick, desperate pussy to me like an offering. Your thighs glisten with how wet you already are, your breath coming in ragged little gasps as you whimper, "Please, sir, I’ve been such a good girl. Let me show you how good I can be."

I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you squirm. You’re already a mess—nipples hard as diamonds under that flimsy lace bra, your fingers twitching like you’re fighting the urge to touch yourself. You know better. I haven’t given you permission yet.

“Beg harder,” I say, voice low.

Your whine is pathetic, needy, as you press your forehead to the floor, ass lifted high, spreading yourself open with two fingers. "Fuck, please, I need it. My cunt’s dripping for you. My mouth, my tits, my ass—anything. Just use me." You’re already rocking your hips, chasing friction against nothing, your clit swollen and throbbing. I can smell how bad you want it.

I crouch down, trailing a finger along your soaked slit, just enough to make you shudder. Then I pull away. “No.”

The sound you make is half sob, half growl. "What? No, no, no—" You scramble forward, pressing your face into my crotch, nuzzling against the bulge in my pants like a starving . "I’ll do anything. Let me suck you. Let me ride you. Let me—"

I grab a handful of your hair and yank your head back. “You’ll do what I tell you.” Your lips are parted, eyes glazed, pupils blown wide with desperation. I slap your tits, hard enough to make them jiggle, then pinch your nipples until you’re gasping. "Yes, yes, more—"

“More what?” I twist, watching your back arch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"More , more—fuck, I don’t care, just fucking take me!" You’re crying now, tears streaking down your cheeks, but your hand snakes between your legs anyway. I catch your wrist before you can touch yourself.

“Did I say you could do that?” I drag you up by your hair, shoving you against the wall. Your tits mash against the cool surface as I kick your legs apart, my palm cracking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. You scream, but your pussy gushes, dripping down your thighs. "Please, sir, I’ll be good, I swear—"

“You’re not good,” I growl, spanking you again, then again, until your skin is hot and red under my hand. “You’re a greedy little slut who thinks she deserves to come.” I shove two fingers inside you, curling them just enough to make you sob, then pull out before you can get close. “You don’t.”

"I’ll be better!" You’re practically howling now, your nails scraping at the wall. "I’ll be your fucktoy, your cumdump, your—your fleshlight—just let me!"

I laugh, low and dark, because you’re pathetic, and I love it. I strip my belt off with one hand, doubling it over. The first strike across your ass makes you shriek, your pussy fluttering like it’s trying to milk something that isn’t there. The second makes you drip. By the fifth, you’re a sobbing, trembling wreck, your thighs slick with arousal, your hole clenching around empty air.

“You want my cock that bad?” I murmur, pressing the head against your soaked entrance.

"Yes! Fuck, yes—" You try to push back, but I pull away, smacking your ass again.

“Not here.” I drag the tip up, teasing your tight little asshole. You freeze.

"W-what? No, I—I didn’t mean—"

“I know what you meant.” I press just the tip inside, watching you tense, your breath hitching. “You’ll take what I give you.” I push in another inch, slow, relentless. Your whines turn high and keening, your fingers clawing at the wall. "It’s too big, I can’t—"

“You can.” I slap your ass again, making you take another inch. “And you will.” I bottom out with a sharp thrust, and you scream, your body locking up around me, your ass burning and full and perfect.

"Oh god, oh fuck—" You’re babbling, your pussy dripping onto the floor, your body trembling like you’re already on the edge. I pull out slowly, then slam back in, making you on a sob. Your ass clenches around me, tight and hot, and I know you’ve never had anything this deep before.

“You’re going to come like this,” I growl, gripping your hips, fucking you hard enough to make your tits bounce against the wall. “You’re going to come on my cock in that tight little asshole, and you’re not going to touch that needy cunt, understand?”

"I—I can’t, I can’t—"You’re sobbing, your body betraying you, your ass fluttering around me as I piston in and out, my balls slapping against your soaked pussy.

“You will.” I reach around, finding your clit, pinching it hard. Your back arches, a broken scream tearing from your throat as your ass locks around me, your whole body shuddering. You come with a wail, your pussy gushing, your ass milking my cock like it’s trying to drag the orgasm out of me too.

I don’t let up

Looking for an obedient female slave to train into hopefully a 24/7 slutty free-use fuck toy, one who’d give me full control over her body and even lifestyle if willing. At the same time, also looking for a connection, a magical one that exists only between a Master and his slave. I'm attracted to passion, desire and drive, and usually I'm drawn to women my age or older than me, and the look on their faces as they find themselves at my mercy, the way they blush, moan so desperately. I know there’s a lot of pride in being older than someone, and having that flipped, kneeling naked, bound, filled with toys ravaging your body, whimpering and moaning at my mercy - it's humiliating, degrading, objectifying (in a good way), it feels taboo yet exciting... and I like having that effect on someone. That you’d be a toy, an owned object, a plaything of someone younger - and when you realize that it cements you as one.

How would you feel if you were locked in a metal chastity belt or tied spreadeagled, naked exposed, your perky tits facing the ceiling, with remote controlled vibrators shoved deep in your dripping wet pussy and sexy ass, so I could control them whenever I wanted, wherever I wanted, however I wanted. So I could deny you an orgasm, or you to cum again and again … How would you like it if I rubbed your nipples roughly, pinching them, pulling on them, rolling them in my fingertips, then slowly moved my hand down to between your spread legs, over your pussy mound, sliding two fingers along your moistening slit, tracing them up and down between your pussy lips sensually. Feel your pussy, your fingers resting at the entrance to your leaking wet hole, how does it feel? Does it feel moist, dripping? If it is, I bet you feel like a pathetic, slutty whore right now, but at the same time -- you belong. Slide a finger in, slowly, in and out. Tell me how you feel…

How would you like to be my slave, owned fully, tied up, made to be naked while alone at home, trained into a obedient fuck-toy whore. Played with, aroused… I’d train you to be a proper slave, to beg for permission to cum, to be aroused and horny wanting me to play with you. I’d develop rules for you to follow, you’d be denied permission to wear panties, I’d keep you naked often, filled with toys as often as possible. In person, you’d be fully free use, I’d love it if you let me take the lead and explore your body however I’d liked. And if you’re brave and interested, and you chose willingly, freely to give yourself fully, giving full control over not just your sexual life, but all aspects of your life, total power exchange in a way that I’ve found truly magical… in a way that’s freeing, that weight and stress of decisions being lifted off your shoulders, leaning into me… and at my mercy, yet safe, an ultimate form of submission and trust, that would mean the world to me. Knowing you do so freely, giving yourself fully, not because you feel d or pressured, or that you need that to heal from past trauma, or that you need to do so to be mine, but because it’s truly what you want, who you are deep inside, who you always were, that hidden desire that is yet to be unlocked, I’ll treasure that, and I’d want to guide you, in a way that’s structured, meaningful and truly amazing. I want to make you always feel like you belong, that you’re owned fully and completely - that you’re not alone or lost anymore. Being and naked, so that even when you’re wearing clothes, you still feel fully undressed, because you know that you’re known and understood. Your secrets, your s, your past. And despite that - you feel comfortable, safe. And if a spark blossoms within that dynamic, maybe we’d find love that’s passionate and beautiful, in a way that your submission brings you both pride and happiness- that you smile, to me, making someone smile and blush is intoxicating.

I'm fine with starting off slow if you’re a beginner, and showing you the ropes (though I really like cuffs!). I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you, I’d want to find your limits and push at them if you’d like that, help you overcome them.

Tell me what you are into, your deepest fantasies, your hidden desires, I’m into a lot of things and I’d work with you to dominate you in the way that is personalized to you, tell me what you desire, as well as any limits you have.

I’m currently in the Boston, MA area, and hoping to find connections near there! I am still happy with dominating online those who are farther away, especially as I prefer dominating and getting to know each other online at first in general, though I’d eventually prefer something in person if possible eventually! Also open to this eventually leading to a live-in slave situation if you want that (and we really like each other ofc).

Also, if you are interested in latex, chastity belts (female), sex toys, or being tied up and naked like the slut you are, definitely message me. If you do end up wanting to message me, read my profile fully first, it’s long, I know, I’m working on shortening it, but it’s me. I’m also hoping to develop sex toys so if you’re interested in testing that out with me that’d be amazing! I have a few ideas 🤭