Statistics
We looked inside some of the posts by themistresslenore-blog and here's what we found interesting.
Average Info
Notes Per Post
79K
Likes Per Post
42K
Reblog Per Post
36K
Reply Per Post
67
Time Between Posts
4 hours
Number of Posts By Type
Photo
11
Text
6
Last Seen Tumblr Blogs
Fun Fact
Mobile Tumblr US users spend an average of 4.04 minutes per session on the app.
Text
Silence
It seems a lot of men don’t, or maybe can’t, appreciate what it’s like when a Dominant silences a woman’s brain. We’ve all heard the “thousands of browser windows open” analysis. That obviously isn’t cutting it.
Imagine instead a large room. Concrete floor, industrial walls, and open ceiling. The sort of space that reflects noise instead of absorbing it. Now pack in all your friends and family, co-workers, grocery and store clerks, your fellow commuters, your boss, his boss, that guy at the gas station–you know the one, and a few baristas. Are you starting to feel claustrophobic? Add some music. Crank it up. Now find a comfy wood bar stool that only fits one butt cheek, and settle in. This is your new home. No bathroom breaks. Sleep is your only escape, and good luck with that.
What’s that? Sorry, I can’t hear you.
Then he steps in close. Your gazes lock. His strong hand slips around your neck and slowly tightens. Your breath quickens, your lashes flutter, and then…silence. You settle. Your pulse slows, even as it thumps life beneath his fingers. Peace.
Bliss.
How you get there will vary, but that silence? Priceless.
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Daddy asking whose pussy this is while pushing his cock deeper and deeper into you till he hits your cervix am I right?
68 notes
·
View notes
Text
19th Year
1.J.G. - Small cock, drunk
2.Nate- Uncomfortable high school crush, unfulfilling
3.Chris - First boyfriend, pierced cock, enjoyable
4. Brock- Drug dealer, often too stoned to get off, eh
5. Dan B - Good friend, big crush on me, playful
0 notes
Text
Basic needs
Hearing my partner moan with pleasure, or say “oh fuck”
Being rough and forceful with me
My hair pulled
Being choked
My ass, and thighs slapped
My spine is very sensitive and so when someone drags their nails down it or bites it
Bit in all places on my body
Blindfolded
Made to perform
Taken in dark corners in semi public places
0 notes
Photo
Nothing good comes from my boredom
1 note
·
View note
Text
Submissive by nature (and naughty)
All kinksters seems to have different ways in which their fetishes and needs came to light. Mine was a very subtle incidence that pushed me down a rabbit hole.
I was a late bloomer. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 19.
I had pretty vanilla sex for a little while, until one night at a theatre party. I have always been an active listener and and eager conversationalist - but once you are attractive and confident, this translates into flirtation. I didn’t realize that I had this young guy so very worked up from just being engaged in conversation. I walked to the bathroom but felt hands wrap around my waist as Dylan grabbed me.
The hallway was dark and the noises of the party caused a tunnel like effect to my senses. He twisted me around and pushed me against a wall. I was stunned as he kissed me hard and rough. This small amount of domination made me absolutely weak. Dylan was disappointing after that; however, I had just discovered something very important about myself.
The struggle was not knowing what this meant or how to explore it. Being submissive means I am also not great at making demands. I wanted my partners to be rough with me. I needed them to dominate me.
It began slowly by exploring fetish websites and talking to people. I had to be careful because there are a lot of people that will abuse a young submissive and try to push them too fast.
Most of my submission was lived out online because I was unsure of how to communicate it with partners in real life. I also wasn’t meeting the right people.
There are different types of submissives, just like there are different types of dominants. Almost all submissives revel in pain and are masochists. I learned that I do enjoy that, but I am much more a sexual submissive. This means, to me, that I want to be used in a consensual way. I like to be my partners vessel for pleasure. To be fucked without concern for my own pleasure - or to be fucked to the point where I am continuously orgasming and shaking from it.
1 note
·
View note
Text
Meeting Him
I have a routine when it comes to meeting new conquests, especially men. I meet a majority of my partners online. We all have our own way of weeding people out and for finding people we connect with. My own particular way of finding people I think I will connect with is about whom I can hold a conversation with and whom I find attractive. My physical type can range wildly, especially if I find their personality attractive. Of course, sometimes I just fuck people that I find physically attractive, I am only human.
So, I meet a new partner in some way. I talk to them via texts, and then require a phone call. If I don’t click with them over the phone I most likely will not fuck them. I bring up sex subtly and playfully. I wait for the common question that new people ask, “What do you like to do for fun?” I respond in kind with some of my favorite hobbies and then I end it with,”fucking.” I like it if they let me bring sex up first, because then I have the power.
Having the power in a hookup is beneficial and safe, as a woman. Men often believe they control these situations because of my submissive nature in sex. They are sorely mistaken and they learn quickly once I am done with them. I am often shy at first in any meeting of new people but once they are inside me, all of that coyness disappears. I fuck them as they have never been fucked before. I suck their cock with such intensity that they often contact me years later with continued praise. Every time a new partner slides himself inside me they make the same sound “ughhhh.” Every single partner I have ever had is surprised by the tightness and the wetness. I am in control, even when bent over, even while being choked, even as they grab the back of my head to fuck my throat.
I met Kolya in the same old way, but there was a uniqueness in our connection. He was smart and accomplished. He held the same passion for his dreams as I do. We had read the same books, seen the same plays, and were curious about similar interests. I merely thought that it was a benefit, a plus.
Our first meeting went as they always do. I play coy (even though, I truly was shaking in anticipation when I met him), then there is kissing and touching, and clothes come off. Sometimes I make them wait and I torture them into becoming more aggressive. Kolya, however, pushed all the right buttons with me,and it was short notice before I was bent over in front of him begging for his cock. This was unusual for me,because I like to push my male partners until they simply take me without my begging;
Kolya immediately had the power over me. Even after the first three fucks, I attempted to play it off and be slightly standoffish. I contemplated leaving the beautiful hotel room he had gotten for us that evening in an attempt to keep what little control I had. We were sitting around in our underwear playing card games, reading each others tarot, and giggling about random things that we connected on. We turned on the TV as we settled into the bed for the evening and he began to touch me so sweetly. The passion and desire was there, but it had a different tone to it.
This time we fucked again…. but it was different. He made me look him in the eyes and I felt truly naked for the first time that day. The connection was too intimate and I looked away and focused on the physical pleasure. But, I knew it right at that moment, he now had a power over me.
0 notes