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The loudest screaming orgasms I’ve ever heard are from the guys who come to me for some prostate milking. They scream and shout as their bodies shake and shudder, pricks pumping out shimmering pools of pearly pecker goo the whole time. It can get pretty crazy and really messy, especially when my entire fist is buried wrist deep in their rectum. If you like the look, feel and taste of cum as much as I do, you’ll agree that it’s completely worth the extra effort.
Proper milking is a process. You don’t want to just jam your fingers into a guy’s butthole, find his rubbery little cum nugget and stab at it with your manicured claws. The session will be over before it can even get started. You have to start by edging him out, teasing his tallywacker and gently nudging his nutsack a bit, first. Massage his undercarriage and play with his prostate from the outside, get it all juiced up and ready to start leaking out a little love lotion. You’ll know when it’s time to start making your way into his shitbox by how much precum is drooling out of his dong. Once you have a steadily flowing stream of slime coming out of that cock head, you can venture on around to the back.
Doing two things will prevent any unwanted anal blowouts when you’re fisting someone: sequential stretching and lots of lube! I make sure the cornhole is coated and filled with lubricant before I start with my one finger warm-up. It doesn’t take too long for a sphincter to get used to a single digit and, before I know it, I have three of the five fingers on one of my hands inside his anus and gently tickling his semen maker. Three soon turns into four then I add in the thumb, holding the tips of all five together to make a cone shape with my fingers. That’s the most important stretching moment, once I pop my knuckles past their turd cutter, the rest is a snap.
Imagine wearing a hot and mushy, super juicy oven mitt that weighs 200 pounds on your hand. That’s what it feels like when you’re wrist deep in an ass. Slight jabs and gently moving your fingers generates some crazy gyrations and hip grinding from your guy, every time. Stroke his schlong in rhythm with the thrusting of your fist and you’ll get so much jizz out of your extreme fetish phone sex freak that you won’t know what to do with it. I suggest sucking it all up and using it to play with your pussy, but that’s just what I like to do with it.
When you’ve been subbing for a long time like I have, you need some pretty extreme bondage to get off, not just the run of the mill stuff. I can’t tell you how many times my limbs have been tied or shackled so my master can do whatever he wants to me, whip me and torture me and fuck me as hard as he pleases, and all it did was make my pussy wet. I mean, it feels good and all, it’s just that simple rope play and common bindings don’t do it for me, anymore. Maybe I’m a little too far gone. Who knows?
If you want me to cum when you dominate me, I need to be confined. Not just held down, not just tethered to something, confined. Shove me into a tight latex suit that covers me from head to toe to get me going. If you have a fancy corset you’d like to force me into to give me some flair, please do. I always want to look nice, even when I’m wrapped up and feeling claustrophobic.
If you put me into as cramped a position as possible before you start doing whatever you want with my unguarded whore holes then you’re guaranteed to make me have a leg shaking, body quaking orgasm or three. Once I’m contained, I’m ready to blow and yours for the taking. It’s cool if you only want to tie me up, you might not be that hardcore. Lots of dommes are, though. They’re the ones I love to serve.
You have to be really careful with bondage and submission, not just for your body, but for your mind as well. You can get hurt really badly by a dom who doesn’t give a shit about you. If they aren’t careful, your momentary master can give you scars that last a lifetime. Not just physical but mental scars, too.
I’m usually pretty good at vetting the cocky pricks who want to subjugate me. Not only do I need to figure out what type of abuse they plan on putting me through, but I gotta get a sense of their respect for my sacred subspace. They can go pretty far with my body, I can take a lot of physical punishment. I love it, makes sex feel visceral and real. I haven’t been put through a single second of submission that I haven’t been able to take, as long as I have access to my subspace.
I have places I can take myself to in my mind that makes being tied up and contorted into crazy positions a cake walk. I can take a hardcore pussy pounding or butt banging while I’m wrapped up in ropes or chained to a table with no problem at all if I’m allowed to drift off to the distant recesses of my mind. I’ll be a sex slave for hours while I dwell in my mental daisy lane. They have to let me go there, though.
If there’s no break in the abusive action and I’m forced to constantly interact and do whatever the dumbass dom wants me to do every single second of our submissive sex session, I won’t be happy and I won’t be allowing them near me ever again. Relationships are about respect, S&M interactions are no different. When you dominate me, you can pretty much do what you want to do, as long as you let me do what I need to do.
I know why put upon guys love female bondage so much. It lets them exert the control over girls that they want to in their daily lives but can’t for one reason or another. Maybe they have an overbearing wife who puts them through hell without ever putting out or a female boss that humiliates them at work in front of their coworkers whenever they can. Whichever woman it is that makes their world a living hell, I’m the one that they take all of their feminine frustration out on.
Let’s face it, the woman in most any man’s life who causes them the most pain and misery is their mother. The bitching and nagging, the unending guilt trips, the unfair punishments, all of the aggression that builds up from that stuff has to go somewhere. The way I see it, if I weren’t here to help those hate filled hard ons blow off a little cum filled steam then they could be out relieving that pent up penis rage in more destructive ways.
They tie me up and don’t let me go anywhere without permission. They withhold their loving touches and gentle embraces because they know I want them. They humiliate me and call me every name they can think of. All behaviors learned from living with their shitty moms or wives. They piss on me, spit on me, fuck me senseless and fill me with cum all while thinking back to their shitty pasts with their neglectful or abusive mothers or imagining their wives or bosses are in my place. It happens quite a bit. All I can say is thank God for overbearing women!