Does Watching Me Touch Myself Appeal To You? I Do Touch Myself When I’m With You, But You Generally

Promise?

Did you know, she can't give you an attitude with a mouthful of cock? 😌

Fun fact: the first videos I ever masturbated to were of girls making out. I imagine those videos shaped how I kiss and how I like to be kissed.

sometimes there’s this…

Imagine me softly jerking you off, my hand over your mouth muffling your moans.

Usually, I’d love to hear you darling, but today, I want to see how quiet you can be.

I want to touch your pretty cock until you cant take it anymore, looking at me, begging for permission to cum.

3 edges tonight:

The first was at 11:46pm and I was reading through the group scene post where you’re directing people on how to use me. I thought about that same set up but with one of the participants using a vibe on me.

The second was at 12:01am and I was thinking about us at a nightclub. The idea of lusting for you so openly with everybody watching was enough to get me right to the edge. For some reason, I kept thinking about the sensation of your fingers digging into my hips as I pressed myself against you. The third was at 12:09am. All it took was thinking of you whispering “atta girl” in my ear as you flogged me. If you were here, the slightest touch from you would send me over the edge. I’ll be sure to edge again in the morning so I’m absolutely insatiable for you when you arrive. Goodnight sir 🐯

Deny yourself for me, pet. Tonight and in the morning. Maybe more. Whatever it takes so that when I get back home, you are as insatiable for me as I feel for you right now. ❤️

Count your edges. I’ll ask you how many times you’ve edged, and if I like the number, I’ll let you cum.

If not… well, we’ll get you there 😈

There are some things I love about this position

1) I think there’s a vulnerability that comes from you being behind me. I’m limited in the ways that I can touch you which puts you in control and makes me so much more at your mercy

2) you can play with the amount of intimacy that comes from this position based on how much contact you choose to create. Whether you use your lips on my body as the only point of contact or you mold your entire chest to my back while you whisper in my ear, you can vary the position to suit whatever dynamic you want to create.

3) hair pulling 👹

I never really saw the appeal of gags until meeting you. I think I shied away from them because of the uncontrollable drooling aspect, which gets messy. But now I realize how much I love being reduced to a mess for you. It feels humiliating? Degrading? (Still parsing out the differences on those ones) but it feels like one of those things and I love it. I don’t know when I became so addicted to being your toy.

Yes to the ring gag. I always want you to have as much access to me as possible. I also think the visual component of seeing my tongue is something you like. So the question is when are we getting one?

I need this gag

Leaning over you, two fingers inside you, my hand over your mouth, whispering in your ear, telling you all the disgusting things I'm going to do to you.

ways to be a useful toy 🐯

Keep yourself in a constant state of arousal. That way, your body is always primed and ready for when sir wants to use it. This can be achieved by edging to keep yourself denied

Maintain hydration. At any moment, sir may want to use your mouth or your pussy for his pleasure. Sir may ask for you to start drooling without any warning. Having adequate lubrication at all times is an essential part of being useful

Stretch. Your body is intended to be used. This may mean being placed in a variety of positions that can pull on overlooked muscles. Maintaining flexibility will allow you to become a perfect object for sir’s use

Gag reflex training. While your mouth is useful for speaking, it is even more useful when it’s taking sir’s cock in your mouth as he fucks your throat. Training yourself to no longer have a gag reflex is one of the best features a useful toy can have

Practice balance. Sir may ask for you to stand or walk around on toes. Practicing in advance helps to prevent unwanted calf cramps

I’ve been trying to implement these tips, and I think sir is very pleased with me as a result 🐯

I love you giving me the illusion of choice when you’re the one entirely in control

my perspective

You had me on my knees, chest exposed, arms raised to my head. For a while I thought you would deny me the enjoyment of sucking your cock, and instead choose to keep me kneeling there just for your visual enjoyment. And for a moment I couldn’t tell what would arouse me more: being your fuck toy or being your very own work of art. But as I grew wet at the thought of you fucking my mouth, it became clear to me which option I wanted more.  

When you undid your pants, I felt the instinct to bring my hands down but quickly stopped myself. Wanting to use my hands to touch you while I sucked your cock but not being able to had me dripping. You placed no physical restrictions on my body and yet I was incapable of moving simply because you demanded it. The thought of how submissive I could become for you had me on the edge of orgasm without even being touched. 

The lack of my hands forced me to get creative. I had become so accustomed to a specific set of motions but I had been pulled out of my element. Initially I felt awkward. I thought my movements were jerky and lacking in rhythm. But I adjusted and began to lose myself in the feeling of your cock sliding against my tongue. I realized that without my hands, the moisture of my saliva could collect. The effect was a slippery silkiness that had me aching. I experimentally licked the length of your shaft and reveled in the way it made you shudder. You told me to do it more and the thought of pleasing you made me ravenous. I followed your directions without question for as long as you wanted it.  

But you stopped me to go close the curtain for additional privacy and I foolishly let my hands drop, thinking that the mood had broken. But you turned around and reminded me of my place with a simple “why  did you drop your arms?” My wetness had dropped to my inner thighs by that point. The thought of having broken a rule that could warrant punishment excited me. You eventually let me drop my hands and I had them placed on my thighs. Somewhere in the midst of all this I had the thought of moving my hand to touch myself. I wanted to. I almost ached with how badly I needed to be touched. But I knew I couldn’t. You hadn’t allowed it and i knew better than to do something without your permission. 

I don’t know how it happened but I found myself on my hands and knees. I can’t remember if you verbally told me to get in the position or if you physically put me in it. Either way I was thrilled. With each smack I got closer to orgasm. This is what I had always wanted. To be punished and degraded for some infraction. I lost myself in the number of spanks and a part of me wishes you had asked me to count them. I don’t think I would’ve been able to. Some part of my brain registered the wanton moans i released with every spank and a small part of my brain was concerned about someone hearing. Somehow the thought of people hearing you reduce me to a moaning whimpering mess only made me more aroused. I remember you telling me to look ahead and I realized that I had dropped my head inadvertently. When you grabbed a fistful of my hair with one hand I wondered if you would use your other to force your fingers into my mouth. I would’ve sucked automatically. Instead you leaned into my ear and whispered the most erotic things. I have never come without being touched but I wondered if those would be the words that finally made it happen. 

You brought me up off my hands and moved over to your chair. You invited me to kneel before you and suck your cock again. The thing I had always wanted. The position I wanted more than anything for so long. To be your desk pet. To lay at your feet pleasuring you until you told me to stop. The experience lived up to my every expectation. Everything in my brain had quieted. The singular thought was you and making you cum. Even when you did, I couldn’t help but keep my mouth entirely wrapped around your cock. A part of me hoped you would just let me be your cock warmer for a bit longer, but I knew the moment was over. 

I got up from my knees ready to lay next to you while I replayed the interaction in my head. I knew that in my haze of lust, I would forget details and I had the thought of asking you to write about it. Something I could reread and bring myself to orgasm over.   

But you began touching me. I was shocked and it must’ve shown because you said “I know what you’re thinking. I came so it must be over.” I nodded dumbly because I had been thinking exactly that but you clearly had other plans. Your hand moved to my underwear and gave the band a quick tug. “Off.” I’ve always loved that. With one simple word I just expose myself so fully to you without a second thought. All thoughts of modesty completely gone. You trace a finger up my slit, gathering up my wetness which you use to circle my clit. In an instant I’m coming. Once. Twice. Probably a third fourth and fifth if you let me. I’m always lost when you make me come. Completely reduced to incoherent begging. As I come down from my lust haze I know for sure that I’ll forget these details and so I ask “I know it’s a lot of work but could you write about this?” You give me a smile and a quick kiss on the nose, almost as if my request is childlike. As you agree and take me in your arms again my heart is warm and I’m complete.