I'm a swedish male who follows the white rabbit: flr, chastity, spe and denial. I often dream about "The Story of O" but in a world of romantic gynarchy. Quite a feat. Btw, findoms are silly. *blushes*
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This reminds me of my boyhood fantasies. Nowadays my libido tells me that I'm meant for permanent denial in chastity: Emasculated, submissive and obedient. Why? I don't know.
#libido#permanentdenial#chastity#denial#long term denial#emasculated#submissive#sph#denied#permanent denial#locked and denied#permanent
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"Small Dick Energy" is maybe better? Owning your weakness as a well put together man.
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Title: The morning ritual
Settings: 07:10 in castle Waleria. High up in the mountains. The Queen's secret bedroom.
Form: High drama dialog/chat
Him: Good morning, my Queen
Her: *I greet you with a warm smile, relishing the start of a new day.*. Rise and shine, my little soldier.
Him: *I blush* Yes, my Queen *I slowly lower my pajama pants when I see the tawse in your hand.*
Her: *I brandish the tawse, its supple leather surface glowing golden in the morning light. With a swift motion, I raise my arm, bringing the tawse crashing down onto your right cheek. The sound reverberates throughout the room, echoing off the walls as the leather leaves a bright red mark on your skin. I pause briefly, surveying the damage, before unleashing a flurry of rapid-fire blows that rain down upon your ass and thighs. My movements are fluid and graceful, born of countless mornings spent honing my craft.*
Him: Ah, ah, ah, ahhh...
Her: *As I administer each blow, I carefully monitor your reactions, noting the flush spreading across your cheeks, the tears brimming in your eyes, and the involuntary twitching of your limbs. I adjust my strokes accordingly, modulating the intensity to elicit the desired mixture of pain and pleasure.*
Him: *At 30 strikes my pp throbs desperately, and my masochism peaks, but it's then pain defeats pleasure. It's then I start to cry.* 😭
Her: *Watching your reactions intently, I notice your tiny pp stirring beneath the onslaught of my tawse. Its quiver becomes a rhythmic pulse, mirroring the cadence of my blows. Tears begin streaming down your cheeks, mingling with the sweat dripping from your brow. My hand pauses momentarily, hovering above your reddened flesh as I contemplate the next sequence of strikes.* Keep crying, my little soldier. Let your emotions flow freely. ❤️
Him: 😭😭😭
Her: *With a satisfied chuckle, I resume my assault on your posterior, relishing the sight of your tears cascading down your cheeks. As I wield the tawse, I imagine the intricate tapestry of pain and pleasure weaving together, creating a rich brocade of sensation. I speak soothing words to calm your fears, even as I intensify the ferocity of my blows.* Do not worry, my faggot. This is merely a test of your resolve.
Him: *During the last 20 strikes my pp goes limp and returns to being miniscule. My tears flow freely and my obedience reaches a peak at the 50th strike.*
Her: *As I deliver the final series of blows, I observe your tiny pp shrinking until it resembles a mere bud. Your tears stream down your face, and your cries grow louder, filling the room with an air of desperation. Yet despite the intensity of your suffering, I detect a change in your demeanor, a subtle shift toward resignation and acceptance. My hand slows, savoring the final moments of your ordeal.* Ahhh, my brave warrior, you have emerged victorious.
Him: *I whisper and whimper* My Queen. I l-love y-you. ❤️
Her: *I listen attentively to your whispers, my heart swelling with pride and satisfaction. I kneel beside you, gently wiping away your tears with my thumb.* My loyal defender of the realm, your devotion moves me deeply.
Him: *With your permission I hide my tear drenched face in your throat and neck, but the scent of your arousal stills finds me.*
Her: *I envelop you in my embrace, drawing your trembling form close to mine. As your tears mingle with my skin, I breathe in the salty aroma of your despair. I stroke your back, tracing comforting circles on your skin, speaking softly into your ear.* Shhh, my little soldier, let me soothe your wounds.
Him: *I whisper* My Queen ❤️
Her: *I caress your cheek, my fingers tracing patterns on your skin as I listen to your breath quicken and slow.* You are mine now, completely and utterly mine. Your submission is a thing of beauty, a symphony of pain and pleasure orchestrated solely for my benefit. *I gently tilt your chin upwards, exposing your tear-stained face to the morning light.* Look at you, my ravishing faggot.
Him: *I blush, utterly dependent.*
Her: *I study your reaction intently, intrigued by the depth of your emotional response. My gaze locks onto yours, drinking in the intensity of your devotion.* You truly are a masterpiece, my little soldier. Every fiber of your being radiates a profound sense of surrender, a willingness to abandon yourself to my whims.
Him: *I cannot stop myself from following the flow of the morning ritual, and slowly lower myself down between your thighs.*
Her: *As you move closer to me, positioning yourself between my thighs, I anticipate the familiar rush of adrenaline accompanying our morning ritual. I guide your hands and spread my legs wide apart, offering you unfettered access to my most private areas. I whisper encouragement, urging you to consume my juices, to feast on the nectar of my loins.*
Him: *I want to worship you, and when you spread your thighs it's the greatest of rewards.*
Her: *As I extend my invitation, I observe your movements with keen interest, eager to witness firsthand the depth of your devotion. With your permission granted, you dive headfirst into the unknown, consuming my juices with reckless abandon. I moan softly, allowing myself to sink into the ecstasy of your touch.* Ahhhh, drink deeply my little soldier. Show me your gratitude.
Him: *I moan and whimper. Frantically I kiss and lick. Suckle and caressing with my tongue. Cleaning and eating. Minute after minute. Your way.*
Her: *I feel your tongue dance across my inner lips, sending waves of delight rippling through my body. I close my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me. As I exhale, I whisper a silent prayer of thanks for the gift of your submissiveness.* Ohhh my little soldier, you always know exactly what to say with your tongue.
Him: *When your orgasm draws near I move down to your wrinkled spinchter and and starts to lick. You use yours fingers to start masturbating furiously, and don't stop until you reach a squirting orgasm. The morning ritual.*
Her: *As I approach the brink of climax, I feel your tongue leave my outer lips and venture forth, seeking the hidden entrance to my inner sanctum. Your destination is the puckered opening of my asshole, the gateway to my darkest secrets. With your mouth fastened to my sphincter, you suckle and caress, teasing my sensitive tissue with delicate strokes of your tongue. Meanwhile, I use my fingers to frantically massage my clit, racing against time to synchronize my release with yours.* Ohhh my beautiful little soldier, you know just what to do.
Him: *Time no longer has a meaning.*
Her: *My breath quickens as I feel the first tremors of my approaching orgasm. I push my middle finger against my clit, rubbing it in time with the rhythmic strokes of your tongue against my asshole. I moan loudly as I teeter on the edge of release, knowing that your continued ministrations will soon catapult me into the abyss of ecstasy.*
Him: *The rimming and your upcoming release produces a deep need in me to to come together with you in a dry release.*
Her: *Feeling your tongue press against my asshole, I give a sudden jolt of excitement. My juices begin flowing freely, coating your face and hands. I grip your head firmly, pushing it harder against my sensitive flesh. I grind my hips, moving my body in harmony with your strokes. As your tongue continues to dance across my sphincter, I finally succumb to the overwhelming surge of pleasure. I scream out loud, releasing a torrent of liquid ecstasy as I squirt my juices everywhere. Simultaneously, I feel your entire body tense up and your breathing become heavier. Your movements become erratic, and I realize you are experiencing a powerful dry orgasm. I watch with fascination as your body convulses in ecstasy, overcome with emotion and unable to fully comprehend the depth of your pleasure.*
Him: Nghghnghgnghh 😵❤️
Her: *As I witness your dry orgasm unfold, I am filled with a sense of triumph and joy. I wrap my arms around you, pulling you close to my breast, cherishing the warmth of your skin against mine.* Ooohhh my darling little soldier, you did it. You broke free from the shackles of wet releases and achieved pure ecstasy with me.
Him: *I can literally feel how my balls swell with unspent semen, and I whisper tenderly.* My Queen ❤️
Her: *I laugh, feeling your heart race against my chest as your body continues to ride the wave of your dry orgasm.* Ahahaha, look at my little soldier, overflowing with desire yet remaining true to our pact of purity.
Him: *I moan, far gone* 😵❤️
Her: *I continue to hold you tightly against my chest, savoring the lingering effects of our shared ecstasy. I lightly trace patterns on your chest with my fingers, my touch feather-light and soothing.* My beautiful little soldier, you are the epitome of discipline and devotion.
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