tracycloud
tracycloud
TRACYCLOUD
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Lesbian, 28, she/her, German, switch, slutty writer
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Senju Horimatsu.
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tracycloud · 6 days ago
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Beijing Adventures (Part 1)
My former school mate and bestie, Emma, studied Sinology. She has been living and working in Beijing for seven years now as a freelance teacher and interpreter for (mostly German) companies.
When we were in 8th grade, we discovered together that we were probably lesbians. But apart from a bit of kissing, nothing happened between us. We just talked about each other all the time, listened to music, drank sweet liquor, swapped underwear.
After school, we stayed in casual contact. When I emailed her that I wanted a break from my job, she asked me if I wanted to come to Beijing for three months.
A small specialist book publisher needed an editor for their anniversary brochure (30 years in China). It was a very small fee, but they included a ticket, an apartment, and no fixed working hours. I immediately agreed.
Emma lives with her Chinese friend Lian in a simple, vintage, five-story red-brick apartment building in Beijing, in two adjacent apartments.
Through Lian, I met Zhu Lin, who is from Cheng Du (like Lin), during our first week at small welcome dinner at a Szechuan restaurant.
Lin is 23, about five years younger than me. She studies at the Beijing Foreign Languages College and speaks very good English and German.
We met for movies or dinner, laughed a lot, and kissed, still a bit hesitant, but I could already feel her demanding tongue exploring my mouth. At first, cautiously and almost gently, but when she sensed how compliant I was, her tongue quickly took possession of my mouth. We met almost every day. I fell completely in love with her: her laugh, her confident manner, her curious, knowing eyes. She no longer kissed me timidly, but demandingly, and her tongue soon subjugated mine, and I loved it so much.
Lin quickly realized how submissive I was, how horny I got when she gave me instructions in her strict way, humiliated me in front of other people, playfully slapped me, degraded me, and made me her toy. We were happy.
A few days later, she asked me if I wanted to spend a weekend with her in her apartment—but only on her terms. I couldn't say yes quickly enough. Lin actually enjoyed more and more that I was so submissive to her and that I had such an incredible crush on her.
And of course, she also enjoyed how incredibly horny and needy I was for her.
Lin would pick me up, and I wasn't allowed to bring anything with me: no money, no credit cards, not even a toothbrush. Nothing. Just the clothes I was wearing. I knew right away that things would get beyond dirty.
I was so incredibly horny for her and already wanted everything she would do to me.
On Saturday, she showed up at my door pretty early (before 8 a.m.).
I was staying in this tiny guest apartment belonging to the publisher near a park (Chaoyang). I was wearing only a short nightshirt and was still a bit sleepy when she rang the doorbell impatiently.
By the way, Lin is about my height (168 cm), slim but not thin, although her boobs are a bit bigger (but that's easy with my tiny tits).
I saw her standing at the door in jeans and a tank top and immediately felt her dominant aura again, which now seemed even more intense.
Lin was curt and very strict: "Come on, get dressed. Hurry up. The taxi is waiting downstairs. We'll go to my place. You're mine until Sunday evening. Right? Now's your last chance to say no."
I couldn't say anything. I didn't want to either. Her gaze, her words, her commanding voice had made me completely horny again. She looked between my legs: "You shaved again yesterday, I suppose? Good, because I don't like stubble." I was now very wet, longing for the inquisitive touch of her hand on my clean-shaven middle.
Lin didn't move, continuing as if it were businesslike:
"Okay. From now on, you belong to me. Only speak with my permission."
Under her watch, I put on a simple gray pair of panties and a bra, a loose T-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie. She checked that all my pockets were empty. Of course, no handbags were allowed. She took my apartment key. In silence, we took the elevator down, got into the waiting taxi, and then drove for half an hour along the 4 Ring Road to a neighborhood of identical-looking high-rise buildings.
Her one-room apartment on the 8th floor was maybe 30 square meters. Narrow kitchen, narrow bathroom, narrow hallway. Her bed was also narrow; I wondered how we would both fit in there.
A small dining table, four chairs, a desk covered in papers, and a laptop. Beautiful wool rugs with Mongolian ornaments lay on the rather ugly linoleum floor. There was a small shelf full of English and German books and posters for all sorts of foreign cultural events. Everything was very tidy.
When I said, "Your bed is very narrow," she immediately gave me a painful, resounding, almost brutal slap.
"Be quiet, cunt. Only speak when I give you permission!"
It hurt a lot, but it made me even hornier than I already was. And even more so when she ordered, "Take off your clothes." I did it. Silently. Lin watched me. She locked my things in her closet. "Now stand up straight. Lean your back against the closet, legs spread."
She examined me. She groped me all over. She roughly squeezed my boobs, slapped them, squeezed my nipples, and always looked deep into my eyes.
Then it became a kind of veterinary examination. I had to stick out my tongue. She spat in my mouth and commanded: "Swallow."
Her fingers penetrated my pussy roughly, deeply, and testingly, stretching me wide. I was now completely wet. My juices ran down my thighs. She fingered me. She found my sweet spot. I moaned, automatically rubbing myself against her fingers. She immediately ripped her fingers out of me and slapped me several times with her pussy-wet hand. I moaned, felt my own juice, the pain, my cheeks burned.
"Open your mouth, cunt." She pressed her entire hand deep into my throat until I was gasping and could barely breathe.
"Turn around now, cunt! Brace yourself against the closet with your arms! Spread your legs! Stick your ass out."
I felt cool gel, then two fingers on my ass, which penetrated me with a jerk, then another finger.
"You're stretchy, you horny slut. But you have to empty yourself," she said accusingly and very sternly, like an authoritarian nurse before a treatment.
Then she took a short whip with eight stripes out of a drawer. "Just to be clear. You're here for my pleasure only, cunt. No matter what else you thought you were doing. And I like to hear my girlfriend scream."
The first blow was pretty harmless. Lin soon found her rhythm, first on my ass and back, then on my tits, then on my stomach, then she whipped my wet, wide-open vulva, then all over again. When I started screaming, she paused briefly and put a ball gag in my mouth. She whipped me for what felt like half an hour. I whimpered, cried, begged for mercy.
My skin was completely red and burning. My tears made Lin even wilder and probably even hornier.
But I had spoken again without being asked. The whip lashes now aimed more and more forcefully at my labia, hitting my clit, which hurt like hell. I screamed and gasped under the gag.
But Lin was gasping now, too. Drenched in sweat, her face red, she had to stop because she was exhausted (and had sore muscles on Sunday).
I stood there, pressed against the closet, tears streaming down my face, slowly sliding onto the soft carpet, my back still leaning against the closet door. Lin looked at my wide-open, red-hot, and wet pussy, my welt-covered tits, and the rest of my body and said, "You really are a perverted, pain-loving cunt. It's a good thing you met me and I'm allowing you to live it out now."
We were both so exhausted, in fact, that it took at least another half hour before Lin could get up again and walk with me to the tiny bathroom. She pressed an enema syringe into my hand, which she must have just bought.
"I want you to be completely empty and clean, cunt. To keep it that way, you won't be allowed to eat anything until tomorrow evening, only drink a lot. You're only allowed to pee with my permission. And you'll have to beg for it, German slut."
Obediently, I went into the bathroom. Lin stood in the doorway, watching me. I knew how to use the enema; it wasn't the first time. I looked at myself in the mirror. As if I were some stranger. My face was red, welts all over my body, my nipples stiff, my pussy dripping wet. I was at her mercy and enjoying it. My hands were shaking. It probably took me 30 minutes to feel completely empty. I rubbed cream on my slightly burning anus and went to Lin, who was now sitting at her desk.
"Lie down on the table with your upper body. Spread your legs."
She pulled a latex glove out of a storage box. My boobs were now pressed against the cool tabletop. I could no longer see what Lin was doing, but I felt her fingers on my vulva, caressing me, and I moaned. Then, with a jerk, she penetrated my vagina, at least three fingers. She stretched me, fucked me, I moaned, I was so incredibly horny. Then more fingers, then her whole hand inside me.
I screamed and moaned. Just before I was about to cum, she slowly pulled her hand out of me.
Then suddenly there were one, two, three fingers in my butt hole. Stretching it. Then I felt a mass of cool gel and more fingers. I wanted to protest. But I still had the gag in my mouth.
I was more stretched than ever, then her fist was inside me (she had small hands). After maybe two minutes, she pulled her hand out again. It was an absolutely incredible feeling, being used like that, just like any other thing, a dummy. Lin said, "Stand up, look at me!" I looked into her eyes, still wide open, wet, my legs trembling with exhaustion and horniness.
"Okay, now you're going to get your makeup done." I walked unsteadily to the chair at the dining table. Eye shadow, mascara, foundation, lip gloss, eyeliner. Lin had prepared everything. She seemed to enjoy transforming me into a somewhat sophisticated, yet at the same time totally over-made-up, cheap-looking woman.
No one had ever worked with me and my face so intensively and carefully. It was beautiful, and I felt an ever-greater connection with Lin.
I had the feeling she noticed my feelings.
But she only said casually, "We'll do your nails now."
I held out my hands to her.
She carefully filed my nails into round, then applied a deep red. All of this made me horny, and my nipples became very hard. She looked at me, "You're such a total whore."
Finally, I had to put my feet on a stool, and she also painted my toenails red.
Then I had to stand in front of the large mirror in the bathroom. Lin ordered me to spin around in circles, fondling my tits and nipples. She watched me from the doorway. Finally, I had to bend over, legs spread. Lin looked at my dripping wet pussy and slapped my ass a few times. "Now sit down at the table. Drink tea. We'll continue in a minute." The tea was very sweet. Sugar packets from coffee shops lay on the table. I was hungry, so I put a lot of sugar in my tea.
It was just after 1:00 p.m. The doorbell rang. Lin had invited three girls, her classmates from language school...
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tracycloud · 1 month ago
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Jenny Saville
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tracycloud · 1 month ago
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I'm granting you five edgings a day, but don't think they're yours, I can rip them away just to watch you squirm. No orgasms, and your pussy stays empty unless I choose otherwise, which might never happen. I decide if you cum, and I could keep you denied forever.
Every morning, you'll put clothespins on your nipples until you leave and write 'Ali' on your breast with a washable pen, high enough to show with a deep neckline, ask me permission to wear underwear, by default you should never wear panties.
At work, you'll text me being for an orgasm first; when I deny you, go to the bathroom, where you have privacy and you'll edge for 10 minutes tits out, staring at 'Ali' on your breast.
At home, you'll start with 10 minutes of throat training, working that dildo deep. Then, in one session for your four edgings, with clothespins on your nipples, dildo in ass, and the porn I choose (link or theme I'll send) you'll edge a bit, spank your pussy 5 times with a belt, edge more, then 5 more spanks, until you've hit four edgings and 20 spanks. After, you'll stand before a mirror, open your wet, spanked, useless pussy with your hands, and say aloud, “My pussy doesn't belong to me anymore.”
Every night, you'll text me how the edgings, spankings, and mirror felt, proving you followed my rules. If your report doesn't please me, you're done edging. but I'll keep the spanks.
Dear Mistress,
I'm simply addressing you as my Mistress now because I hope and believe you'll allow me to.
You've given so much emotional thought and practical consideration to your pet. I sense the care, the strictness, and even the pleasure you may have in educating me so that you can soon possess me completely. It's still probation time, anyway (think so).
Under no circumstances will I question any decisions or disciplinary measures, nor ask for relief or change. You shall be my ruler, my educator, my Mistress.
And of course, you decide everything about me. There's no other way, because you have to be satisfied with me. And best way is to follow. I love all your decisions. And I must confess, it makes me horny and wet.
And it's so necessary for me to feel under your control. I just got home; I couldn't check my messages beforehand. but I wanted to answer this soo important happy message right away
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tracycloud · 2 months ago
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How many clothespins do you think you can put on your nipples? (If you say less than two, you deserve punishment.)
ohhh I tried just 2
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tracycloud · 2 months ago
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Naughty girl
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tracycloud · 2 months ago
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Keep eye contact.
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tracycloud · 2 months ago
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i loved your confession :)
thank´s baby. so sweet
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tracycloud · 5 months ago
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tracycloud · 5 months ago
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Confession
I have to confess that I am a submissive, horny slut who is begging here on this blog to be humiliated and kept under cum control
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Milo Manara
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