Try Again – Little Slut – Try Again

V spent close to an hour ruthlessly fucking me raw. Flat on my back, hands behind my knees, holding myself wide and high as she tortured my hole with a smallish toy. It was her preparations which made such a innocent looking plug hurt so much because she’d fingered, stretched, and stuffed me until I was properly tenderized. Now I was so raw that every thrust burned my sore hole. But no matter how much I whined or begged, V didn’t stop. She was pushing me over a threshold.

I surrendered to cross that threshold, and truly gave myself over to her will for the first time. Once I submitted fully, the pain became bearable. Not that my yielding caused her to relent immediately, but I like to think she was satisfied and stopped hurting me a bit sooner once I gave up.

As she relaxed against the headboard, I  lay next to her , my cheek pressed to her thigh. We remained like this for some time. But it wasn’t long before I became anxious and got that indescribably compelling rush of neediness and feverish cravings. V would be leaving soon, and I desperately wanted more –  more contact – more of the scent and taste of her – more suffering for her – more of the intimate and secure feeling I get once she’s impaled and wrapped me up. As my hole was still throbbing from having been used,  I asked, with kind of timid embarrassment, for her to please fuck me with her strapon.

Rolling onto her side to look at me, her expression was wholly unimpressed. But she said nothing because nothing needed to be said. The look on her face a was all I needed to know what ran through her mind.

“Is that what you call begging?” she was thinking,“Try again, little slut. Try again…” (more…)

Bound – Objectified – and Raw as Fuck

The vast majority of Femdomme porn is targeted at male viewers. One presumes the folks creating and marketing this material would know what their audience wants. So either I’m in the minority, or smut peddlers are out of touch with a segment of their market.

Because, apparently, a large percentage of male viewers don’t want to see themselves trussed up, stuffed, and objectified. Instead, most of the shots are concentrated on a some kind of stereotypical Domme, often grasping a single-tail whip that would shred skin like rice paper. Well, that or there’s like a gazillion pics/movies where a woman straps on a dildo, and then thrusts into a squirming bottom repeatedly until the obligatory reach around.

Maybe it’s purely a point of view thing?  Maybe ‘most guys’ with these fantasies want to see their sexy/cruel Domme at the best angle?

I don’t know, but at this point, most of it’s fairly tedious and played out.

Recently, I’ve seen several images posted by Miss Pearl and others on twitter accompanied by comments asking why there aren’t more shoots where  submissive boy’s are properly displayed. Of course, the easy answer’s in my opening sentence: it’s the market, stupid. However true this may be, I’m hopeful there’ll be a shift in demand and soon. Because the pics that seem to appeal to many female dominants are often more erotic and raw than the industry’s standard fare. By way of example, take the pic below:  (more…)

Writing Myself Out of a Cave

Recently I fell sick. Once recovered, I found myself playing catch-up with work. Then more work came my way, most of it writing or tech-related and all of it was tedious stuff.

But I often find myself thinking about this space and pondering an entry, only to find find I have nothing to say. Well, actually, I have a lot to say, but none of it’s related to the smutty stories or slutty reflections most any of my regular readers would expect from me. And that’s one of the limitations of this here blog: it’s designed for a certain kind of content and little else.

Hell – even this post and the last are off topic

But I feel a second wind coming on…Hmmm…’second?’… hell, at this point in my life, what number would be accurate? If it could be counted, i fear the number would contain at least six zeros.

Anyway, there remains a pile of work to complete, but I’m eyeballing an unfinished rough draft. The urge to jump on it after completing my ‘square’ work is certainly stronger than weariness that, recently, has won the day.

The trick is to write myself out of the spider hole and not use it as a way to crawl back in. So I’ll be doing that directly.

That and actively hunting down the designer of certain popular spreadsheet’s features – so I can set their home ablaze.

Prostration and the Blues

What do you want from me? I was fucking prostate with grief! ~ Tony Soprano

No – there was none of the the ‘good kind’ of prostration. I was sick for a while, then my illness got complicated, and then my complications got complicated. Then I got the depression real hard.

There’s a fuck-ton of pseudo-circular logic and self-analysis inside. So if you don’t want to read that kind of material, consider skipping this post. (more…)

Eye to Eye

After a year of being V’s collared boy, it wasn’t until two weeks ago that I achieved my first significant moment of surrender.

It was while she was fucking me. Her face inches mine as she relentlessly violated my stinging hole. After some time, I begged her to stop. (more…)

Talk Dirty to Me

A Standing Offer for Female Readers

What if you were granted permission to use me however you pleased for the day? What if you could anything you wanted provided you didn’t break any hard limits?  What would make me do for you? What would you do to me?

Would you make me do all the piled up laundry and alphabetize of your library?

Would you whip me raw and incoherent before sodomizing me with a broom handle?

Maybe force me to play Boggle and watch the Muppet Movie in the buff?

This boy’s curious and slutty mind would love to know!

What are the rules?

There are none.


Through Her Eyes

I got to spend an evening with V, but I’m still processing all the delicious details. However, if you’d like to read V’s impressions, you’ll find them here. She’s an amazing writer, and reading her posts is always a treat. This particular entry just happens to be about my narrow ass!

Of course, I’ll cherry pick some moments to explore myself at some point.

In the meantime, it’s pretty goddamn hot to read her description of events while ‘suffering’ with the sore, throbbing hole she gave me. Yep, two sentences in, and already I want to beg for more…