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Touching myself in his presence.

Having to be the active center of attention stirs up a wholllle Pandora's box of emotional shit for me.

I'd love for a partner to say, I want you to get comfortable making yourself cum in front of me. So every Saturday afternoon, I'm going to read your favorite smutty stories to you while you touch yourself.

I think that might work. 😏
 
Wild_Honey_66 said:
Touching myself in his presence.

Having to be the active center of attention stirs up a wholllle Pandora's box of emotional shit for me.
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Want to make it a bit more uncomfortable? How about touching yourself in front of a huge mirror in his presence.

Did you squirm at the thought? You're welcome.
 
AnnieLit said:
Want to make it a bit more uncomfortable? How about touching yourself in front of a huge mirror in his presence.

Did you squirm at the thought? You're welcome.
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The thing that makes this so hard is knowing he would be asking me to watch myself not him. Being forced to watch my own face or what I am doing is sooooo uncomfortably
 
LouisianaWild said:
The thing that makes this so hard is knowing he would be asking me to watch myself not him. Being forced to watch my own face or what I am doing is sooooo uncomfortably
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For me neither one of these is uncomfortable in the least, I was just teasing Honey a bit.
 
AnnieLit said:
Want to make it a bit more uncomfortable? How about touching yourself in front of a huge mirror in his presence.

Did you squirm at the thought? You're welcome.
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LouisianaWild said:
The thing that makes this so hard is knowing he would be asking me to watch myself not him. Being forced to watch my own face or what I am doing is sooooo uncomfortably
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Eek! No. They don't work for me at all. :). I need subtlety and finesse.


Sure, put me in front of a mirror, but fully dressed. He sits beside me, also dressed. We're close enough that our arms are touching, he wants to feel my response as well as see and hear it.

Now he tells me to look at him in the mirror, and don't look away. No threats of punishment, no conditions, just a simple instruction. For a moment I think I'm hot shit and I make faces at him and laugh while holding his gaze. He just looks at me and smiles.

Very soon I become self-conscious and I want to look away, but he's looking at me, and I have to let him. I hate being put on the spot and not being allowed to perform. Performing when I'm in the spotlight is my defense mechanism. Find out what they want, give it to them, hope it's good enough, and pray for my release. My naked body is a decent distraction. I can get someone thinking about my tits and they're not wondering what I'm thinking or asking me what I'm feeling. It works, and I know how to work it.

He knows this about me. Knows how hard it is for me to be still, and truly naked. He sits with me, and watches, and waits. I know he's waiting, but I don't know what it is he's waiting for. Panic sets in. Heavy breathing, heavy chest, tight throat. My jaw aches and tears are running down my face. I'm trying to be quiet, trying to look at him through watery eyelashes. I can't see him clearly, but I keep my face pointed in the right direction.

He sits, and watches, and waits. I'm sobbing now and I can't hold it back. All of the crap locked up inside of me is spilling out through my eyes. I think it's never going to end. I'm so ashamed at my loss of control. This one direction, this simple request. What kind of a grown woman can't look someone in the eye for five minutes without crying?

I'm thinking, this is bad, this is really bad. What does he want from me? When will it be over? I'm broken, I'm humbled, I'm piercingly empty. I cry until my eyes hurt, and my nose is a mess, and my face is pink and hot. I cry until I'm quiet again. Inhale for four, hold it for seven, exhale for eight. Inhale for four, hold for seven...

His arm touching mine, he has felt my body stiffen, heave, shake, give up. He waits a bit more. I blink the teardrops off of my lashes, and see him clearly again. I make myself smile, an ugly cry smile. I'm trying! I'm trying! I stare hard, and sniffle, and smile harder.

I'm broken.
I'm humbled.
I'm empty.
I'm trying!
And I'm there.

He takes a deep breath, lets it out, turns me to face him. 'Good girl.'

Now I am ready to fuck.
 
Wild_Honey_66 said:
Eek! No. They don't work for me at all. :). I need subtlety and finesse.


Sure, put me in front of a mirror, but fully dressed. He sits beside me, also dressed. We're close enough that our arms are touching, he wants to feel my response as well as see and hear it.

Now he tells me to look at him in the mirror, and don't look away. No threats of punishment, no conditions, just a simple instruction. For a moment I think I'm hot shit and I make faces at him and laugh while holding his gaze. He just looks at me and smiles.

Very soon I become self-conscious and I want to look away, but he's looking at me, and I have to let him. I hate being put on the spot and not being allowed to perform. Performing when I'm in the spotlight is my defense mechanism. Find out what they want, give it to them, hope it's good enough, and pray for my release. My naked body is a decent distraction. I can get someone thinking about my tits and they're not wondering what I'm thinking or asking me what I'm feeling. It works, and I know how to work it.

He knows this about me. Knows how hard it is for me to be still, and truly naked. He sits with me, and watches, and waits. I know he's waiting, but I don't know what it is he's waiting for. Panic sets in. Heavy breathing, heavy chest, tight throat. My jaw aches and tears are running down my face. I'm trying to be quiet, trying to look at him through watery eyelashes. I can't see him clearly, but I keep my face pointed in the right direction.

He sits, and watches, and waits. I'm sobbing now and I can't hold it back. All of the crap locked up inside of me is spilling out through my eyes. I think it's never going to end. I'm so ashamed at my loss of control. This one direction, this simple request. What kind of a grown woman can't look someone in the eye for five minutes without crying?

I'm thinking, this is bad, this is really bad. What does he want from me? When will it be over? I'm broken, I'm humbled, I'm piercingly empty. I cry until my eyes hurt, and my nose is a mess, and my face is pink and hot. I cry until I'm quiet again. Inhale for four, hold it for seven, exhale for eight. Inhale for four, hold for seven...

His arm touching mine, he has felt my body stiffen, heave, shake, give up. He waits a bit more. I blink the teardrops off of my lashes, and see him clearly again. I make myself smile, an ugly cry smile. I'm trying! I'm trying! I stare hard, and sniffle, and smile harder.

I'm broken.
I'm humbled.
I'm empty.
I'm trying!
And I'm there.

He takes a deep breath, lets it out, turns me to face him. 'Good girl.'

Now I am ready to fuck.
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Holy shit. *hugs* I think the virtual hug is for me as much as you. This was beautifully written. And it brought tears to my eyes because I could feel the pain. Thank you for sharing.
 
Wild_Honey_66 said:
Eek! No. They don't work for me at all. :). I need subtlety and finesse.


Sure, put me in front of a mirror, but fully dressed. He sits beside me, also dressed. We're close enough that our arms are touching, he wants to feel my response as well as see and hear it.

Now he tells me to look at him in the mirror, and don't look away. No threats of punishment, no conditions, just a simple instruction. For a moment I think I'm hot shit and I make faces at him and laugh while holding his gaze. He just looks at me and smiles.

Very soon I become self-conscious and I want to look away, but he's looking at me, and I have to let him. I hate being put on the spot and not being allowed to perform. Performing when I'm in the spotlight is my defense mechanism. Find out what they want, give it to them, hope it's good enough, and pray for my release. My naked body is a decent distraction. I can get someone thinking about my tits and they're not wondering what I'm thinking or asking me what I'm feeling. It works, and I know how to work it.

He knows this about me. Knows how hard it is for me to be still, and truly naked. He sits with me, and watches, and waits. I know he's waiting, but I don't know what it is he's waiting for. Panic sets in. Heavy breathing, heavy chest, tight throat. My jaw aches and tears are running down my face. I'm trying to be quiet, trying to look at him through watery eyelashes. I can't see him clearly, but I keep my face pointed in the right direction.

He sits, and watches, and waits. I'm sobbing now and I can't hold it back. All of the crap locked up inside of me is spilling out through my eyes. I think it's never going to end. I'm so ashamed at my loss of control. This one direction, this simple request. What kind of a grown woman can't look someone in the eye for five minutes without crying?

I'm thinking, this is bad, this is really bad. What does he want from me? When will it be over? I'm broken, I'm humbled, I'm piercingly empty. I cry until my eyes hurt, and my nose is a mess, and my face is pink and hot. I cry until I'm quiet again. Inhale for four, hold it for seven, exhale for eight. Inhale for four, hold for seven...

His arm touching mine, he has felt my body stiffen, heave, shake, give up. He waits a bit more. I blink the teardrops off of my lashes, and see him clearly again. I make myself smile, an ugly cry smile. I'm trying! I'm trying! I stare hard, and sniffle, and smile harder.

I'm broken.
I'm humbled.
I'm empty.
I'm trying!
And I'm there.

He takes a deep breath, lets it out, turns me to face him. 'Good girl.'

Now I am ready to fuck.
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This is mind blowing incredible.
 
PrettyLilPussy19 said:
Depends on why he's by himself.

Im imagining he's loaned her to his friend or coworker just to show his filthy pet off.
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Funny, my mind actually went in the opposite direction of him only being allowed to play with herself while she sucked another man off.

You assumed he's dominant, me the opposite. That's kinda funny
 
base10 said:
Funny, my mind actually went in the opposite direction of him only being allowed to play with herself while she sucked another man off.

You assumed he's dominant, me the opposite. That's kinda funny
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Oh it could easily fit that narrative too! But that's the story that goes with my turn on. ;)
 
PrettyLilPussy19 said:
Every version
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I remember reading about "cuckquean" years ago because I was interested in someone who was interested in this. I wasn't really in to watching him fuck other another woman while I hid in the closet.

That being said, I ran across a woman's profile on fet who was very much in to this. Denial and cucking became the foundation of her relationship. The way she described her immersion in to cucking was really REALLY hot, really interesting.

She talked a lot about the connection it created between them. Every descent in to denial peeled off another layer of defensiveness, of independence. The way she described opening up, feeling more content, more submissive was super intriguing.

Things that make me uncomfortable.... but....
 
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