Cheska
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........ what was I doing?
Oh dear god that was hot...
fans herself
So, so, so glad these threads got revived!
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Well, it's nice to know that I can be inspirational.
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Damn... [fans self] Nice.... Mine had a different twist... But still this was hot!
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Cheska
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The Sub in Control.
Some in the Dom/sub scene may argue that this is not how it works.. but I do not really care at all.
A secretary for a major office of some kind.
She is the right hand of the man in charge.
He is stressed 90% of the time, spends his days yelling at everyone, production is low, work is poor.. everyone is unhappy.
She starts dropping clues and hints for him to unstress, talk calmly to employees, open up and work 'With' his crew.
Slowly, she gets him focused and helps him get things back on track.
She does this for a few reasons.
1: To have him depend on her more.
2: She wants him sexually, as her Dom.
3: She has had a crush on him since before she started.. at least 4 years.
Her objective, to refocus his stress so he lets it out on her.
The fantasy shifts to high gear when she begins to reveal her true goals to him and begs him to take her in his office, bent over his desk.. to let out any stress or frustration onto her.
End Fantasy: He declares [not ask] that he will marry her and she is happy.
Yes, this is a Sub in control fantasy, directing her goals so she can have the man of her dreams so he will use her.
Some in the Dom/sub scene may argue that this is not how it works.. but I do not really care at all.
A secretary for a major office of some kind.
She is the right hand of the man in charge.
He is stressed 90% of the time, spends his days yelling at everyone, production is low, work is poor.. everyone is unhappy.
She starts dropping clues and hints for him to unstress, talk calmly to employees, open up and work 'With' his crew.
Slowly, she gets him focused and helps him get things back on track.
She does this for a few reasons.
1: To have him depend on her more.
2: She wants him sexually, as her Dom.
3: She has had a crush on him since before she started.. at least 4 years.
Her objective, to refocus his stress so he lets it out on her.
The fantasy shifts to high gear when she begins to reveal her true goals to him and begs him to take her in his office, bent over his desk.. to let out any stress or frustration onto her.
End Fantasy: He declares [not ask] that he will marry her and she is happy.
Yes, this is a Sub in control fantasy, directing her goals so she can have the man of her dreams so he will use her.
Firmhanded_Daddy
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Personally I think it is fantastic. Dom, sub, it doesn't matter how you label yourself. It does not mean that you cannot guide someone else through what you know they are in desperate need of.
If you ever wanted to write that Cheska I'm more than willing.
fr33ks33k
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I've always been of the mind that dominant and submissive roles were, while partially about power, mostly about give versus take. In order to take in this situation, she has to give the subtle and not so subtle hints. In order for him to give, he has to take her advice. They both get what they want, and it's not really about who holds the reins. I too dig this fantasy, but I think that's mostly because I have a thing for secretaries.
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You know. It is a fantasy. I want. I need. I must devour him.
That chill races down my spine. My whole body shivers. I can hear him in the other room. I don’t know if he’s on the phone or talking to his game. All I know is he is not moaning. I can’t taste him from here and that must change.
Right now.
Cloths melt from my skin as I walk, closer to the sound of him. Need rises, pulse slows… I am hungry. Catching sight of him I sink to the floor; shoulders and hips roll as the ground is covered one hand and knee at a time. He stops talking. He sees me. Licking my lips I watch him, His chest expands as he pressed end on his call. Smart boy.
My head tilts to the side watching him. Just the sight of him, frozen in anticipation makes my toes tingle.
Reaching his knee my cheek touches his skin, caressing his inner thigh making me purr. My head turns and lips kiss his other thigh from middle to knee before my other cheek nuzzles that thigh too. He smells male. wonderful. Sinfull. Delicious.
That first taste, little tongue tip reaching out before lips touch and pull skin closer, and eyes close committing him to memory.
It's not too terrible that I want to taste him... Devouring every sound he makes.
It’s not terrible that I want to hear him forget how to talk in his native tongue.
It's not terrible that I want to feel him shake and twitch and tremble from the soles of his feet to his lips that have gone oh so dry.
It's not terrible that I want to feel his temperature rise as my lips taste, as my tongue tastes, as my body feels...
That chill races down my spine. My whole body shivers. I can hear him in the other room. I don’t know if he’s on the phone or talking to his game. All I know is he is not moaning. I can’t taste him from here and that must change.
Right now.
Cloths melt from my skin as I walk, closer to the sound of him. Need rises, pulse slows… I am hungry. Catching sight of him I sink to the floor; shoulders and hips roll as the ground is covered one hand and knee at a time. He stops talking. He sees me. Licking my lips I watch him, His chest expands as he pressed end on his call. Smart boy.
My head tilts to the side watching him. Just the sight of him, frozen in anticipation makes my toes tingle.
Reaching his knee my cheek touches his skin, caressing his inner thigh making me purr. My head turns and lips kiss his other thigh from middle to knee before my other cheek nuzzles that thigh too. He smells male. wonderful. Sinfull. Delicious.
That first taste, little tongue tip reaching out before lips touch and pull skin closer, and eyes close committing him to memory.
It's not too terrible that I want to taste him... Devouring every sound he makes.
It’s not terrible that I want to hear him forget how to talk in his native tongue.
It's not terrible that I want to feel him shake and twitch and tremble from the soles of his feet to his lips that have gone oh so dry.
It's not terrible that I want to feel his temperature rise as my lips taste, as my tongue tastes, as my body feels...
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She had planned this day for some time. Talking to him. Finding out what makes him tick. He had been interested but not ever had full immersion crossed his mind, which he ever admitted.
She had though. Since she was a small girl. Why some people had these thoughts she would never know.
They had gone to sleep the night before with their cuddles, their statements of love… both anticipating.
*
I wondered lying there, how he would fair. Would he crack? Is he expecting more than I can possibly give? I was nervous, free, bound, my brain ran wild in the moments of waking… just how the day would progress, if plans would stay in place and what memories would stay - burned to my soul forever?
He wasn’t in the bed. Sitting up shaking my head, stretching in anticipation, the instant tension was nearly making me scream. He should be just outside the kitchen, kneeling with his collar on and leash in his mouth. Just like we discussed. This was his choice. One day. Complete submersion for the whole day. He didn’t have to answer me... Just be there, with his leash in his mouth, eyes on the floor. He should be but would he? Deep inside she knew the answer but terror in that brief moment shook her. She pushed it away. The thought that somehow, some way, he wouldn’t be was……….
*
Here he did more. Her coffee was made and waiting… He was naked, kneeling and waiting. His head inclined just so she could nearly not see his eyes watching her toes on the carpet. She stopped.
Stood there just watching him. She stilled her breath, stopped her knees from shaking in want and joy. His reply was a resounding yes. More than yes… just as he always is; more than she could have ever dreamed.
Walking up, she circled, watched him tremble slightly, and watched his dick twitch. Her fingers caressed his neck and cheek, so slow and deliberate before taking the leather from between his teeth. Clipping the shiny clasp to the center ring of his thick collar. As she lifted his chin with the tip of her finger she drew a slow, slow breath and whispered, “I hope you know just how happy you have made me this morning and how happy I intend to make you, the rest of my life.”
She had though. Since she was a small girl. Why some people had these thoughts she would never know.
They had gone to sleep the night before with their cuddles, their statements of love… both anticipating.
*
I wondered lying there, how he would fair. Would he crack? Is he expecting more than I can possibly give? I was nervous, free, bound, my brain ran wild in the moments of waking… just how the day would progress, if plans would stay in place and what memories would stay - burned to my soul forever?
He wasn’t in the bed. Sitting up shaking my head, stretching in anticipation, the instant tension was nearly making me scream. He should be just outside the kitchen, kneeling with his collar on and leash in his mouth. Just like we discussed. This was his choice. One day. Complete submersion for the whole day. He didn’t have to answer me... Just be there, with his leash in his mouth, eyes on the floor. He should be but would he? Deep inside she knew the answer but terror in that brief moment shook her. She pushed it away. The thought that somehow, some way, he wouldn’t be was……….
*
Here he did more. Her coffee was made and waiting… He was naked, kneeling and waiting. His head inclined just so she could nearly not see his eyes watching her toes on the carpet. She stopped.
Stood there just watching him. She stilled her breath, stopped her knees from shaking in want and joy. His reply was a resounding yes. More than yes… just as he always is; more than she could have ever dreamed.
Walking up, she circled, watched him tremble slightly, and watched his dick twitch. Her fingers caressed his neck and cheek, so slow and deliberate before taking the leather from between his teeth. Clipping the shiny clasp to the center ring of his thick collar. As she lifted his chin with the tip of her finger she drew a slow, slow breath and whispered, “I hope you know just how happy you have made me this morning and how happy I intend to make you, the rest of my life.”
thestruggle
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Whoa. I just found this. Am now bumping it because... yeah.
Scuttle Buttin'
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Damn. Nice find.
Although... I think you're not required, by law or some shit, to add something of your own.
Although... I think you're not required, by law or some shit, to add something of your own.
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Damn. Nice find.
Although... I think you're not required, by law or some shit, to add something of your own.
I'm gonna! I'm weighing what to put in. Now I feel all self-conscious, jeez!
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Shut up, Ruffles!
Well, let's see. I'd like to say I do a pretty good job of enacting my fantasies but there are obviously ones that won't work because of real life constraints...
I'd say a large portion of my fantasies revolve around people in particular, but there are a few that are nonspecific. Like, I have a serious craving to have Mila Kunis go down on me up against a wall - thanks, Black Swan - and then she'd laugh at me when I came. Ahh. Ahem. Yeah, so there's that one.
There's also the idea of Joseph Gordon-Levitt being incredibly rough and sadistic, after he turned out to be so nice and charming at first. Generally I really get off on the societal mask idea, but arrogance can also be a big inspiration in my fantasies. I think it's because of the humiliation, that's generally what gets me going. So, in that vein...
- Being kidnapped and used in front of someone's partner.
- Being treated as the little pet of a fraternity or something, but I'm snobbish enough to require that they're not Abercrombie-wearing douchebags who spray too much Bod on themselves. Uh, then again, that might be even MORE humiliating, so...
- Shaving a girl's head and then fucking her until she can't walk. Orgasms for her kind of switch back and forth, sometimes allowed and sometimes not.
- Public sex, not even sort of public but I mean like VISIBLE. Obviously not in any offensive location...
- And still, STILL, the idea of being used by a gang of Russian mobsters. So weirdly specific but there's just some kind of "don't give a fuck" attitude there.
Um. That's all for now.
tries to calm down but is mostly just scarlet-face.
Well, let's see. I'd like to say I do a pretty good job of enacting my fantasies but there are obviously ones that won't work because of real life constraints...
I'd say a large portion of my fantasies revolve around people in particular, but there are a few that are nonspecific. Like, I have a serious craving to have Mila Kunis go down on me up against a wall - thanks, Black Swan - and then she'd laugh at me when I came. Ahh. Ahem. Yeah, so there's that one.
There's also the idea of Joseph Gordon-Levitt being incredibly rough and sadistic, after he turned out to be so nice and charming at first. Generally I really get off on the societal mask idea, but arrogance can also be a big inspiration in my fantasies. I think it's because of the humiliation, that's generally what gets me going. So, in that vein...
- Being kidnapped and used in front of someone's partner.
- Being treated as the little pet of a fraternity or something, but I'm snobbish enough to require that they're not Abercrombie-wearing douchebags who spray too much Bod on themselves. Uh, then again, that might be even MORE humiliating, so...
- Shaving a girl's head and then fucking her until she can't walk. Orgasms for her kind of switch back and forth, sometimes allowed and sometimes not.
- Public sex, not even sort of public but I mean like VISIBLE. Obviously not in any offensive location...
- And still, STILL, the idea of being used by a gang of Russian mobsters. So weirdly specific but there's just some kind of "don't give a fuck" attitude there.
Um. That's all for now.
tries to calm down but is mostly just scarlet-face.
Scuttle Buttin'
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Ahem.
I knew I liked you, Tess.
I knew I liked you, Tess.
thestruggle
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Oh, and uh, a lot of breath play. Mostly because I don't really mess around with breath play anymore.
And having my head shaved.
I kind of hate this thread now.
And having my head shaved.
I kind of hate this thread now.
Scuttle Buttin'
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Oh, and uh, a lot of breath play. Mostly because I don't really mess around with breath play anymore.
And having my head shaved.
I kind of hate this thread now.
Breath play is good, yes.
Head shaved, though... that's a new one. From you, I mean.
Gonna have to make a note of that.
Edit: Also, if you want to do a thread with Russian mobsters, I'm down. I know we talked about it before, but we can talk about it again!
Besides, it's not like you're going to get on me for posting slowly.
Heh.
thestruggle
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I know! I'm branching out, I guess. And I do want to do the idea of the Russian mobsters, because fucking hell, I can't get rid of that one. It's on repeat or something. And I shouldn't even be posting here right now, I'm supposed to be writing a paper. If I wasn't writing a paper, I would be writing my very late posts. But I think I'll get caught up tonight and then I can at least try this week to post...
I feel like I should not keep contributing to this thread, because it's really not helping me right now. Arrrrgh.
There's a factor for my fantasies that should be super obvious but I forgot to mention - being able to leave visible marks. Like split lips or bruised wrists or whatever. Hiding marks is awkward. So I guess that figures into things for me, because there's also that idea of "I don't even care enough to hide what I'm doing to you, because you're just a toy."
Hurray!
Scuttle Buttin'
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I'm down for it. I can get my vodka drink on. I may have some ideas rolling around...
I've mentioned I like the way you think, yes?
I've mentioned I like the way you think, yes?
thestruggle
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Vodka and not being able to understand anything that's being said, except that they're laughing and
Yep. That paper is probably not going to happen now.
And same to you! But I'm pretty sure that's because you're just as twisted as I am. High five for the dark stuff.
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