The BDSM Craving Thread

Kids out of the house for several hours.
A blindfold
Lots of rope
A knife
A cane
A flogger or three (call me greedy, you'd be correct)
Double penetration
A long tease to a screaming orgasm

Doesn't have to be all at once, of course....though I certainly wouldn't mind. :D
 
Hard nipples aching to be touched

Wet thong

Sipping coffee while she stands at inspection

Knowing we have two nights ahead
 
He knows exactly what i'm craving... brilliant chat tonight Sir, so glad we make each other so very very happy :)

xxxxxxxx
 
Bright lights

Its ok to be fuzzy cause it tickles. But, color like the shade of red on you ass after a good spanking make you blush. All I'm saying is...
One in the bush is better than one in the hand...although the hand is quicker than the bush...at least when you have good mental control or a set of rings.

Later Bas.:cool::cool:
 
Gypsy

Good thread Literature. The gyspy story line is rather interesting. Quite the player list, although I don't really get the "storyteller". Kayal and tighe are quite good though.:cool:
 
Fuckette, Heap big berry picker. Me pickum you cherry berry. No can keep Ironrod from squaw bush. Ummm, tastum just like peaches.:cool::rose:
 
Je veux etre libre. Il faut que je soi libre. Dieu le sais que je veux etre libre. Je ne veux pas vivre seul.
 
High in his tower, Cory Cornelus sat, leaning forward in the chair. His head was near the table in front of him. He gazed intently into the crystal ball. Like a movie screen, the pictures inside moved and rolled about. Unlike a movie screen, the edges of the pictures were clouded in fog.

He watched as the girl moved within the wagon. Served her right, he thought. She always was an overconfident pain in the ass. This wasn't the first time that she had come to the attention of the Council. But this time...this time she would have to pay for disregarding the Council's Cardinal Rules.

She had used her powers for her own benefit, a clear violation of Article 12, Section 17, Paragraph 399, Subparagraph B. Just as clear was the penalty for violating that Article.

He had hoped that by making her a meer human, she would learn some humility. But, no. There she was just fucking around with magic again. Damn it! He had half a mind to blast her into oblivion!

He sighed heavily. Alas, even he had to give her an adequate chance to redeem herself. Such were the ways of the Grand Wizard Council. Albeit, he didn't always agree with the rest of the Council, but after three millenium he wasn't about to compromise the rules for one impertent twit twat of a wizard like Annabelle.

He pushed himself back in the chair, its gnarled wood arms coming to rest under his hands. What to do? That was the question....

She had to be dealt with and quickly. This story was getting old quick and going nowhere. He mused....

The idea burst into his brain like a molten bolt of lighting! Of course! The Hag Curse! Even if he had to endure her being transformed into the lamp genie, he didn't have to put up with her bumbling job performance.

He rose and went to the corner cabinet. Opening the door, he gazed upon the dusty contents. A mass of various size and shaped bottled confronted him. With a slight scowl on his face, he reached out and began to sort through the contents.

Near the back he found what he sought. A short, sqwat, brown bottle. He drew it forth and squinted at the label. Printed in faded Arabic, it read "Harth Parthica". "Ah, Hag Potion, good."

Cory gingerly carried the bottle to the fireplace. He unstopped the cork and carefully dripped three tiny blue drops into the old iron caldron. Replacing the cork, he placed the bottle on the side board table.

With obvious effort he straighted and zipped down his trousers. He lift his penis and began to urinate into the caldron. As he pissed into the iron pot, the portion began to issue forth a sickly green smoke. Fumes, smelling of rancid bat shit, filled the air.

Only when he had completely covered the blue powder, did he cease his excretions. As he struggled to place his undulating appendage back into his pants, the acidic smoke and putrid fumes rose to filled the room.

As his eyes teared and as he fought to breath in the foul atmosphere, he gathered his will. He felt a twisting within his gut and felt the power force its way into his chest. He clutched his chest and fought to contain the burgeoning power. More and more it built, until he felt it reach its zenith. Then he release it.

"HORRIBUS BITCHICOUS CUNNLIGUS FLUME," he cried. A massive wave of heat burst forth from the caldron. With a ear-shattering boom, the room was enveloped with a blinding purple light.

Cory staggered back, enveloped by the cacaphony of mystical powers. A moment of shear terror seemed to grip his heart, as the demon that he summoned fought his control.

A moment, a interminable moment as he wrestled with the demon. Then, as he bent it to his will, it coalesced.

Ugly beyond meer description. The demons twisted, oozing, puss covered vistage brought bile to Cory's throat. Choking down the need to vomit, he cried out, "Go forth and do my bidding!"

The demon waived, straining against his will. The incubus whined and howled...it snapped and snarled...it pissed and moaned...but still Cory restrained it.

"Go, you foul fucking bitch. Get thee gone!" As he shouted this, he turned around and let go a horrendous fart. Quickly, he spun back around and spit in the demons eye.

As the gob of spital splatted against the demon's one blood-shot ocular orb, it ceased it resistance. With a muted, "Fuck you then...", the demon shot up and out the chimney.

In a virtual instant, the demon was in the genie's lamp with Annabelle. It apparated in the corner, near the ceiling. The disruptive little bitch never knew what hit her, as the demon released the curse. Her face became that of the demon. Her attractive, seductive face was transformed into that awful mess of putrified puss and odiferous ooze.

Back in his tower, Cory gazed at the crystal ball. Now let the bitch mess with the Council. Now let the bitch try to subvert her punishment! He sat back with a sigh....watching the swirling haze in the glass...this should be fun he thought. :cool:
 
a bit of affection or attention.

Anything would do....I'm easy lol

I just need to be cuddled and loved and made to feel special for a few minutes :eek:
 
A flogging. Firm enough to break open this ball of stress and let it float away.
 
Homeland

To blindfold her, tie her up …

To watch

Her, her, her and her with her.

To collar her.
 
A deep, painless sleep.

To wake to sunshine tomorrow.

To get my chores done early tomorrow.

To get the final wedding stuff in order by the end of the long weekend.
 
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