You have finished work for the day, and come home. I meet you at the door, holding a small silver tray with a drink on it. You take the drink and look me over, at my black heels, eyes moving up to my thigh-high stockings. A short black skirt flares out from my slender waist, enough to be inviting to your hand. Over that, my big tits, round and firm under a tiny white apron. My nipples already hard.Finally, around my neck, a little white lace collar with a tiny black bow. Would Monsieur like to relax before dinner? I whisper in your ear. You nod.

You take a sip of your drink, and I lead you by the hand over to the big leather chair. You sit down, and open your legs. I kneel between them, using my arms to push my breasts together and up, toward you. Looking up at you with my big blue eyes, I run my fingers across my lips, already open for you. I trail my hand slowly down my long neck, keeping my eyes on yours as I finger my collar, and then slowly sweep my fingers down to my huge tits. I lean back on my knees, arching my back, and, so very slowly, softly use both hands to trace circles around my nipples. I feel myself getting wet, my pussy blossoming like a flower.

After this little show, I come back up, reach out and pull your belt out your pants' belt loops. I undo the buckle, and gently lay down the ends of the belt. I unbutton your pants. Unzip. I reach into your shorts, and caress your cock with my soft fingers, and--most gently--with my fingernails. Your cock swells beneath my touch.

I reach up behind my head, unpin my bun, and suddenly my long hair spills over my shoulders. You lift up your hips, and tug down your shorts and pants. As I bend forward to kiss your stomach, my silky hair is cool against your skin. You groan softly, and I look up at you and smile. Then I take a handful of my hair, and wind it around your hard cock. I slowly pull it off, caressing your cock with the spiral slither of my hair. You moan for me to do it again. Of course I do.

I begin to tease your cock all over, with the smallest of kisses. You hear the small sounds of the kisses, as I show you how much I love your cock. All at once, you feel my wet tongue, heavy on the base of your shaft. Then, using the whole width of my tongue, I lick--agonizingly slowly-- up the length of your cock, stopping just before I reach the head. You groan, and feel my lips smile against your cock. I would love to tease you for days.

I do it again: my tongue spread on the base of your shaft, slowly moving upwards, and this time I pause just before the head, and, just for a moment, take the head into my warm, wet mouth. I let you feel its warmth, and then slowly, sucking hard, pull my mouth of off your cock, ending with a kiss on the head.

You growl and clench your fingers in my hair. I know this means it is time to get serious. I start by rubbing my full, soft, red lips, across the head of your cock. My lips are parted, and at some passes, my tongue comes out a little to briefly greet your cock and welcome it into my mouth. I moan as I start to suck my way down the length of your shaft. It feels so big in my mouth, it fills my mouth, touching every little bit. I move my mouth up and down over your cock once, twice, three times, four, five times, six, seven, and then take my mouth away, a long, thin line of saliva connecting my lips to the head of your cock. Seeing it makes us both groan.

I grab your thighs, take you into my mouth, and move my mouth up and down, up and down, up and down...now I'm sucking hard on the down-stroke and opening my mouth on the up-stroke, barely touching your cock at all. Then I do the opposite: open on the down-stroke, suck hard on the up-stroke. Then I I suck softly, all the way down, almost all the way back up: sucking hard on the head.

That, I do over and over, concentrating your pleasure on the gorgeous, swollen head of your cock. It feels like I'm trying to draw your cum out of your body.

I stop to kiss the head, and rub my face over your entire, glistening wet cock, my eyes closed in ecstasy. Suddenly I feel a sting on my cheek. I open my eyes, and see your strong hands, slapping my face with your cock. You know how much I adore this, and you indulge me a few more times before you settle back and link your hands behind your head, looking down at me.

(I was stroking my clitoris while you were slapping me; but I gladly stop, because I am even more eager to honor you, to service you, with my lips, and my tongue, and my mouth, and my throat. Because pleasuring you with my mouth is my highest calling. Several times each day, I feel my mouth opening, creating space inside, my panties getting wet, because I imagine my tongue swirling around the head of your cock, using my tongue to trace patterns up, down, back, forth, gazing up at you as I worship your big cock, begging for your cum to be splattered across my face, or on my lips, or tongue, or on my breasts that I'm holding up for you, almost too big for my hands...)

But now is the real deal. I take move my mouth far down over your pulsing cock, intentionally hitting the back of my throat. I do it again. And again. It hurts, and in my gagging reflex, my mouth fills with thick, slippery saliva. I hold your cock at the base with one hand, and pass my mouth gently up and down over it, covering you with my saliva, making your cock as wet as the inside of my mouth.

Now my throat is extra-lubricated. I stretch my body, for a straighter path from my mouth to my throat. I look up at you through my long eyelashes, waiting for your permission to begin. You still have your hands crossed behind your head, relaxed, looking down at me with a small smile. You give me a slight nod. I grasp your slick, slipper cock in both hands, and begin to move them together, up and down. As I stroke your cock with my hands, I'm also rotating them around your shaft. I know you like this.

Now to get myself ready. I close my eyes. I create space in the back of my throat by relaxing and dropping my throat muscles. I mentally eliminate my gag reflex. Still stroking your cock, with both hands, and I drop my head down to swirl my tongue around the head. I am ready. I begin by closing my lips, and using them to just touch the very tip of your penis as lightly as possible. I smile at the thought of the difference between this, and how it will feel once you are inside me, all the way up to the hilt. I stay here, with my lips barely touching your cock, for ten seconds or so. Suddenly my lips part, and you feel, all at once, the warmth, the wetness of my mouth. You groan. The head of your cock at the very front of my throat, and you immediately raise your hips to push it down more. I smile, and playfully push down on your hips with my small hand.

This is something I am doing to you.

I turn my head slightly, and you can feel my mouth turning around your cock. I breathe deeply through my nose, and put my arms around your hips. Your cock is still in my mouth. Already it feels too big. With determination, I move my mouth further, and further, and further, down your shaft, holding you around your hips. You wrap my hair in your hand and whisper good girl I continue, down, down, beginning to choke a little, but I quickly will it away, and, finally, feel even more space in my throat open up to greet you. You slide your hips forward, pushing further into my mouth, and you can, there is room. Room that is tight, soft, wet, and holds your cock lovingly inside. My body shakes, and I quiet it. My nose is against your stomach. You stroke my hair, sigh. I keep it there for a moment, and then move up and down, up and down, up and down, for as long as I can.

Then with a slow sucking motion, I draw my lips over your cock, and away. I move my tongue under your balls, feeling their heavy weight. My tongue moves in lazy circles, then strokes firmly up and down, up and down. I vary the pressure of my tongue, sometimes firm, sometimes light. I lower my head, and take one of your balls into my mouth. Gently, I suck it, then I continue to suck while also licking up and down the underside. With a moan, I pull away, and pass my full, soft lips back and forth across your other ball. You are breathing heavily, your hand in my hair. I kiss your ball, in a kiss that ends with pulling it softly into my mouth. I pull my mouth off, and kiss and pull it in, off and kiss and pull it in, off and kiss and pull it in.

Then you tap me three times on the shoulder, your signal that it's time to fuck my face. Immediately I give myself over to you completely, and become only a mouth, only a throat, a throat that feels like velvet around your cock. I struggle to breathe, tears leak out of my eyes and smear my mascara, you know I adore being used this way.

You're holding my head with both hands and thrusting your hips, again and again and again and again and again. You feel it begin to gather and build deep inside you. Ram your cock into my throat again and again and again.Your hips move like a machine. You let your orgasm rise up inside you, up. up, up, up, up, up.

You groan, and flood my mouth with your hot, sticky cum. It tastes sweet and salty. I relax my throat eagerly, and feel your cum slide down the sides of my throat. Some of it dribbles out of my mouth and slides down my chin. I wipe it up with my finger, and rub it over my pearly lips, looking up at you with a devilish grin. I rise. straighten my flirty black skirt, my apron over my tits, and disappear into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I get so sick of having the condom argument. You meet a guy and you're getting along, you're attracted to them, and they seem to be attracted to you too. You start to talk about hooking up and then comes the condom argument. He doesn't want to wear one. He's clean, he's too big, he can't keep it up when wearing one, he's allergic, he'll pull out. He promises.

Well let's think about this logically. I'm clean too. I know I am because I saw the test results from the doctor when I went and got myself tested. Do you have your test results? How many women have you slept with that let you go bare? Do you have their test results? What about all the other men they slept with? If you could talk them out of making you wear one do you think they made the other men? Did you ask them if they were clean? I mean you haven't asked me and you don't even know me. So you trust me now?

There seems to be kink in your logic here. So the answer is no you can't go without a condom. I don't care if you ask again. I don't care what the issue is that you have with condoms. The truth is I don't trust you and all the women you've slept with or the people they have slept with. I don't understand why this is always such an argument. I'm so sick of the same conversation over and over again.

Ok /end rant

A blow job is (sometimes) done with reciprocation in mind.
Cock worship is completely non-reciprocal; nothing is expected in return.

Both a blow job and cock worship brings pleasure, however, to me, cock worship brings a much deeper level of satisfaction for both parties involved.

A blow job can leave me feeling empty, unfulfilled.
Cock worship leaves me happy, complete, fulfilled.

A blow job gets the other person off.
Cock worship gets me off. (well, okay, he gets off too!)

A blow job can be quick and meaningless.
Cock worship takes time and devotion.

A blow job involves sucking the cock to orgasm.
Cock worship encompasses all the senses:
The feel of the cock as it hardens, the balls as they stiffen, the soft skin, the erotic crevices, your hands exploring his body, the fist in your hair.
The smell of his skin, that certain scent he emits.
The look on his face, watching him watch you, seeing his pleasure, watching him respond to your touch, your breath, your tongue.
The taste of him, his uniqueness, the pre-cum.
The sounds he makes as you drive him wild; the sucking, licking, slurping sounds your mouth makes; the point of orgasm.

A blow job involves the mouth.
Cock worship involves the mind.

A "good girl" gives a blow job.
A "bad girl" worships cock.
(and, YES, us girls can be both!)

A blow job says "I love cock!"
Cock worship says "I love your cock!"

A blow job says "I love sex!"
Cock worship says "I love you!"

aka you may think these things will make me want to fuck you when, in fact, they guarantee I will not ... ever.

Because you really, really want me to: the more you really, really want it (and I perceive it as the only thing you want that relates to me), the less likely it is that I will want to do it.

Because you act as if you really, really don't want me to: if this is mean to be some awkward form of reverse psychology, know that it won't work. Disinterests isn't a challenge for me; it's simply uninteresting.

Because you decide we will have sex: you don't get to decide this.

Because you show me your cock / tell me how awesome you are in the sack / how you will make me scream etc: I don't believe you.

Because many other women are currently sleeping with you: good for you and for them. That is all.

I may or may not sleep with you if one or more of the following are true (chances of sex occurring between us are about the same as it not occurring):

You said hi to me.
You bought me dinner, movie, drink ... you roped me or I roped you.
We sexted.
We're friends.

Now, if you're still reading this, you might be curious what would, in fact, increase someone's chances of getting into my pants.

The following is a work in progress:

I like you. I don't have to be in love with you, but I do need to genuinely like you as a person. This means that I need to know who you are. We talked. I think you're smart, maybe even funny. You are capable of intelligent, honest, genuine conversation. You've shown me respect and acknowledged, consistently, that I am in fact a fellow human being not a collection of parts.

AND (not or)

I perceive you like me. Again, I don't need you to profess your undying love and devotion to me (that would be very, very bad in fact). But I do need to get the clear sense that you like me for who I actually am. You've shown me attention, perhaps even concern (if appropriate). "Courting" will go a long way here.

AND (not or)

I want to. We have chemistry, both physical and intellectual. You've shown yourself to be assertive and confident, but not a bully; interesting and interested; compelling in your intelligence, but not egotistical. And you smell amazing. You've seduced me - I've felt on the receiving end of genuine effort on your part (effort that was not simply aimed at parting my legs or mouth or what ever).

Why on earth do you think that this is different?

by TiedUpandReady

So you're new to all of this. You've been talking to a man who happens to be a dom. He asks you to meet and you agree. You then have the forsight to stipulate that there will be no sex on this first meeting. The dom then says "goodbye" and that's it. Interest over. You then decide to ask a group of strangers on the internet if you were in the right. Why? Disregard the D/s aspect of this situation. Put it to one side. Now imagine you were on an online dating site, totally vanilla. You arrange to meet a man, you stipulate that you won't be having sex with them on this first date. The man isn't too impressed with this and cuts off the contact. Now. Let me ask you a question. Would you then go around asking strangers if you were right to do this? Was refusing sex with a man you have never met, a good idea? I'm betting the answer you gave was a resounding no. You would be thinking that you had a lucky escape. Now let me ask you another question. Why do you think that just because the man called himself a dom, you need to question your decision? Even if you're ignorant to the ways of how all of this kinky shit works, surely you aren't THAT lacking in common sense to realise that yes, you were within your rights to refuse sex with a dom that you haven't submitted to. If not then seriously, in my opinion, you shouldn't be talking to them in the first place. What you should be doing is educating yourself. Reading and asking questions. Do you really think it's a good idea to abandon your common sense the moment you walk through the BDSM door? Do you really think it's a good idea to second guess decisions that you wouldn't hesitate over in the vanilla world? No? Then why the fuck do it? You're dealing with potentially dangerous stuff here. Now is not the time to throw caution to the wind and act like an idiot. If you had common sense in the vanilla world, bring it in with you.

Here are some basics. Things you should already be aware of if you're talking to doms and shopping around for one.

1) Until you submit to someone, you don't owe them anything. You don't owe them obedience you don't owe them sex you don't owe them exclusivity of your body, your submission or your conversation (Just because you're talking to one dom, does not mean you have to cease talking to all other ones.) you don't owe them nekkid photos of yourself you don't owe them ANYTHING that you aren't prepared to give and know you won't regret it at a later date.

2) If after you've refused to do something to a d-type you haven't submitted to, that d-type comes out with If you were a real sub you'd do it Real subs aren't like that To be a real sub you HAVE to be into pain If you were a real sub, you'd obey me You then have a choice. You can either believe them, or you can do what everyone else does which is laugh at them and tell them to fuck off.

3) Anyone who uses the terms True or Real when describing themselves or their ideal partner, on the whole, tends not to know what they're talking about. And you should restrain yourself from using them too. These words when used in a certain context aren't looked favourably upon.

I'd also avoid falling into another trap. Newbie slave arrives, all turned on and fired up by the fantasy of totally surrendering to a master, declaring herself willing to be totally at the master's mercy, even to the point if letting him decide whether she lives or not. Now while this is a hot fantasy for many, it's clearly a fantasy, and yes there are actually people who want and live that fantasy. But let's dial back the confusing fantasy and reality for now eh? Declaring that you're not only new but want that kind of relationship is at best going to get you laughed at and people will avoid you because you're obviously going to be a danger. At worst it's going to attract some serious nut jobs and you could end up permanently harmed or even dead. If you're doing this sensibly (and lets be honest, why would you do it any other way), then you'll already know all of this. These are well established basics both in the BDSM world and in the vanilla world (Variations of). So why the hell should you forget them when talking to potential doms?! If you haven't educated yourself, prepared yourself then you're going to be in for one hell of a shock if you latch onto the first person who shows an interest in you. That's when the dangerous stuff happens. Do you really want to put yourself in a tricky situation just because you didn't bother to educate yourself and use the common sense you had when you turned up here? The same can be said for declaring you have no limits when you're a newbie. Someone will take you at your word and that's when trouble starts. My advice? Don't put yourself out there where because of your ignorance and lack of common sense, you're not only a danger to yourself but to others. Wait until you've learned a bit. Don't be eager for a D/s relationship that you dive straight into one based on the fact that they showed an interest in you.

Seriously. You were born with a brain, use it.

Respectful. Dear, Lord, there are some people who assume being Dominant gives one an excuse to be an asshole. A good Dominant will never demand the obedience of a submissive they've just met. A submissive does not have to obey everyone. Respect, like submission, is earned, and a good Dominant will understand that. (Rule of thumb for Dominants: Approach a submissive as you would any man or woman you would approach in real life. Would you call someone you've just met a slut and demand for them to suck on your cock and address you as Master or Mistress? Thought not. Have some class.)
Patience. You're new to the lifestyle. You don't want to rush into things. (Dear, God, pleasepleasepleasedon'trushintothings.) So a person who understands and respects your pace is worth keeping around. I had once agreed to meet a Dominant over some coffee under the condition that there was to be no play the first time around. No more than ten minutes in, he urges me to come back to his place. I promptly thanked him for the coffee and left. The thirsty asshat. I said no play.
Experience and willingness to learn. Sad, but true. Not to disparage Dominants who are new to the lifestyle or anything, but experience is important. An experienced Dominant will use and honor the use of a safe word. An experienced Dominant will know how to correctly tie someone up. An experienced Dominant will know how to properly handle a flogger. An experienced Dominant will do his or her best to understand you as a submissive and will do everything in their power to ensure that all play activities and you are kept safe. Good Dominants will at least go out of their way to learn from or get advice from more experienced Dominants.
Humility. If he or she is 20 and calls themselves "Master" or "Mistress" and brags about having "trained" lots of submissives, a small red flag should go up.
Ability to listen. It pisses me off to no end how many Dominants can't listen or follow directions. I don't see D/s as a pro-de-quo relationship, but if a Dominant doesn't have enough respect for me to adhere to a simple request, especially when we are getting to know one another, I'm out. On FetLife, I ask that a friendly, introductory message be accompanied with a friend request. Countless Dominants have ignored that one, simple rule, and countless friend requests have gone to the trash bin. He or she should be attentive and be good listeners.
Honest and Communicative. Communication is paramount in a D/s bond. The Dominant should be comfortable voicing his or her opinions, needs, wants, concerns, and inquiries. Open communication is vital to satisfying both parties.
Compatibility. He or she's a sadist, but you don't have masochistic yearnings. They're into poly, but you're not into sharing. You want something more casual, but they want a permanent 24/7 Master/slave relationship. Compatibility is more than just kinks.
Fun. BDSM should be fun. Play should be fun. Your Dominant should be fun.
The list could go on and on, and apologies if my answer is a bit brief and vague, but honestly, trust your gut. Ask for someone else's two cents-this is just my input. Really, if you're a submissive on FetLife, the Dominants will come to you. You won't need to find someone. You'll just have the responsibility to weed out the fakes and pick the ones you find worthy to associate yourself with and possibly get to know better. Just because you're new and submissive doesn't mean you have to cut yourself short when finding a partner. Good luck and stay safe

A Common Misconception

Hello everyone, I know I don’t do text post often, but today is a special exception to that. I have been getting rather interesting messages of late, most referencing that they would love to “xyz” if only I wasn’t a switch, because they could never be submissive. Let me clear this shockingly common misconception up. Just because a person is a switch does NOT mean they want to be submissive and dominant with the SAME person. For example, some people (shout out to my great friend Travis) make me feel very submissive. Thoughts of domination do not even cross my mind with these people. While others, make me dominant from the very first correspondence, this usually applies to people who either try to hard or who are admittedly on the fence. Those people couldn’t dominate me on the best of days, least of all one of my worst. Mind you, pissing me off or insulting me generally makes me dominant feeling, but that’s another day and another rant. What I’m saying is, there are different types of switches. Ask about what kind of switch they are, instead of just assuming you know. You make yourself look stupid when you don’t. Ok rant over, back to the porn.