u/TonyasToy

The bed groans under our weight. I am on my back, spread open like a fucking specimen, my Owners ass right over my face. Her cunt is already dripping, the swollen lips hovering just above my mouth, a glistening feast i can just barely reach. The air smells like her - musk, wet, and ready.

Some nameless bastard grunts behind her, and i hear the slap of his hips against her ass, as he shoves in balls deep. Goddess' whole body jerks forward, as she takes it. "Lick my fucking clit, you useless little cum dump" she snarls, and i obey. My tongue shoots out, flicking her hard little nub as he starts pistoning into her.

That is when the torment begins. I feel the bristles - a small, soft brush - scraping against my own exposed clit. It is a maddening, low friction that make my whole body strain in need. It is not quite pleasure, not yet. It is a soft, yet insistent caress that send building jolts of something too intense, yet dispersed, to name straight to my core. She is edging me, keeping me right on that agonizing knife-edge while she gets her cunt wrecked.

He fucking her hard now, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. Each push forces her down harder against me, and i am drowning in her juices, my tongue working frantically. Then he slams in one last time and holds it, letting out a grunt. And then the first hot, thick gush of his cum spills out, directly into my waiting, unwilling mouth. I swallow it down like the good little cumdump i was taught to be.

He pulls out, but her hole is immediately filled by another. This one is bigger yet, stretching her even wider. The brush on my clit never stops the maddening work, circling, flicking, never giving me quite enough to push me over. Goddess is a fucking mess above me, moaning and grinding, taking load after load. Cum is not just dripping now. It is pouring out of her, a steady, warm flood that coats my entire face. It runs in thick rivulets down my cheeks, into my ears, dripping from my chin onto my neck and tits. I am a messy canvas painted with their cum.

"Look at you, you filthy fucking whore" she gasps out between thrusts. Then she sits down. Hard. Her full weight seals her cum filled cunt directly over my mouth. "Eat. Swallow it all" she orders, her voice vibrating through my skull. "Eat that fucking creampie." My tongue is trapped inside her, frantically trying to lap up the endless supply of semen as I struggle to breathe through the sticky mess covering my face.

Through the suffocating heat and the limited air, the brush on my clit becomes the centre of my world. It is a relentless, torturous fire. My hips are trying to writhe, to fuck the air, to do something to get more friction, to finally, finally cum. But she knows my body better than i do. Every time i get close, she changes the rhythm, lightens the touch, leaving me a sobbing, trembling wreck, denied the only release i crave. I am just a mouth for her to use and a clit for her to torture, and the knowledge that i will never be allowed to cum while she is filled with load after load of strangers cum is the most fucked up, delicious agony i have ever known.

Discord is currently having issues, so some people are unable to either connect or are experiencing issues with sending messages and seeing channels.

You might be wondering "what the heck is a designated safety partner?"

In the most simplest of terms, think "designated driver" for when you and friends go out.
A designated safety partner fulfil the same role, but with a bit more extensive job.

For a more in depth explanation:

A designated safety partner in the kink space is someone specifically assigned to help monitor safety, consent, and well being during a scene, event, dynamic, or ongoing lifestyle arrangement. Think of them as part spotter, part emergency contact, part sanity check.

Even if you do not share your particular passions freely with friends, i would always recommend having an abbreviated conversation with someone in your life, that can serve this function.
Not only does it make sure you are never alone with the aftermath if something went wrong, or even right and you just need some additional aftercare, it is also an additional buffer for your ultimate safety.

It has been an especially valuable relationship and tool when going to clubs.

My core friend group are all a part of the kink community to some capacity, and we usually rotate who is the safety check each month, as possible, as it can be a quite draining role to have.

Hope this was helpful for your future kink journey ❤️

How do you manage your kinks and your daily life?

Is it something you keep completely separate, do you mix to spice up your day, or do you live the lifestyle?

Bonus question: what would living the lifestyle, optimally, look like for you?

For myself, i used to live the lifestyle but these days i mostly just spice up my days, some days more than others.

We all go through tough times. They come in waves, sometimes they are small, other times they are tsunamis. Without fail, they leave behind their marks.

I want to remind you, dear reader, that it is okay to not always be perfect. That leaning on your partner, be they Dom or sub, is a good and healthy thing.

And i want to remind you that it is okay for it to take time to be back to your old normal. Recuperation does not happen in a single day, it is always a process.

Lastly, you are worthy, you are wanted and you are exactly perfect.

Thank you being a part of our community.

My first try rode the line a bit much, so here is a V2.0!

Petition for the Immediate Cessation of Excessive hydration Practices Against Brats
or
ICEPAB for short.

To whom it may concern:

We, the signatory, formally object to the ongoing and deeply unjust practice of compelling brats to consume water under the guise of “care, discipline” or most insultingly, “it is good for you.”

Let me state it clearly: hydration is not a punishment, or a solution, nor should it be repurposed as one. The act of forcing water upon an already unruly individual does not produce obedience. It produces…more brat.

In addition, it must be acknowledged that excessive water intake has been scientifically associated with confusion, disorientation, and impaired judgment. As is widely understood, brats already operate at a delicately balanced threshold of chaos. Introducing additional confusion into this system is not corrective. It is reckless.

In effect, these practices do not tame. They escalate.

We therefore call upon all self proclaimed tamers to immediately reconsider their methods. If the goal is compliance, hydration based strategies are obviously counterproductive. If the goal is to unleash something worse, then by all means, you are succeeding.

In closing, we assert the fundamental right of brats to remain only as confused as they naturally are, without artificial enhancement.

Respectfully (lol),
The Hydrated and Unrepentant

Clinical steel, cold against my skin.
The chair holds me open, a specimen.
I have no escape from this position,
this vulnerability.

Your approach is daunting.
The brush and stiff bristles,
promising a different kind of medicine.

It finds me.
A slow, deliberate exploration.
My breath catches, hitching.
Each stroke a current,
running straight through my centre.
You build the pressure,
a tide rising inside me,
higher,
higher.

The edge is a cliff face.
The crux in this journey,
and you keep me there,
dangling my toes over the abyss.
Your smile is cruelty.
Your touch is relentless.

Just as the wave begins to crest,
as my body clenches for the release,
you stop.

The crash never comes.
Just the echo.
The hollow ache.
A shudder that is not pleasure,
not pain,
but the space between,
where you left me.

A few days ago, i earned myself a nice good ass fucking and edging from my Mistress, despite being a bit bratty about it and trying to crowd source votes. She was so nice about it! I got 2 minutes for each reaction.. despite that, i was bad and went 5 minutes over the allotted time :(

As a result, i had to add a vibrating plug to my run, as well as give her 5 edges with minimum 50 minutes of time between each - which is torture for me as i just want more and more.

At the 5th edge, i had to orgasm in a very very compromising position.

I know full well that despite my failure, she went easy on me and i am so grateful for that and the light correction she gave me.

As nonverbal, there has been quite a few challenges exploring kink over the years. Many people believe that verbal communication is a ironclad requirement to be able to be safe and consenting. That is not the case.

Nonverbal communication still allow for a robust system of communication and safe wording in the kink scene.

People that are familiar with ball gags or similar devices will most likely have utilised things like humming or grunting in a pattern, as an example.

These can work great for people with functional vocal cords. This small info peace will focus on communication with non-functional vocal cords, and as such the prior examples will not be applicable. The following can be used to great effect for anyone, however.

Using my personal experiences as the foundation here, i will give a few tips and tricks.

Redundancy and Definition!

Always go into a scene with multiple safe signal options. Be that tongue clicks, clicker tools, hand squeezes, eye blinks etc. Establish scene appropriate signals with your partner(s) before beginning and define each signal clearly.

Adapt and Avoid:

Scenes and setups where there are no ways to signal, should be avoided. With a little thought, any scene can be set up to allow for several signal types. Adapt and plan for it.

TTS Apps

An app like Speech Assistant AAC can be a great tool here, as it allows for pre-programmed phrases.

Analog and or electronic noise makers

Some people may be familiar with clicker devices, often used in dog training or pet play and reinforcement play. These work great as a cheap and easy to use asset and can be easily used one handed.

Pocket alarms/panic alarms, that require just one press for a loud noise are a guaranteed way to get the attention of anyone, but should be used with care. I have one every time i go to a club.

Hand/Feet signals and squeezing

Pre agreed hand or feet signals. Possibly squeezes, if you can reach your partner. Puts a higher requirement of awareness on the Dominant, but works really well in slower paced sessions.

Clapping

If you have both hands free, the good old clapping is always a winner. And hey, if you are blessed with cake, cheek clapping is absolutely valid too ;)

Thank you for reading my rather short info piece. I might put up more of these, we will see.

Hi hi!

So, i have a couple of exhibition outings planned. One of them, i will be going to a lake that is pretty popular and has a few known hook up places around the shore. (i am going there for solo activity, but hoping to be observed and maybe observe others)

My style of clothing will be decided for me already, so i am more looking into suggestions for activities and accessories to bring.

Nudity and even sex in park and nature areas are legal in my country. Sex, provided you do at least a minimal effort of shielding yourself from the public, but that can be bend in many ways.

So in short, anything goes. From teasing to fully nude.

I know this is very open ended, but i am all out of brain juice and am running head first into a wall on this one.

For accessories, i have a chain nipple+clit clamp set, i have a couple of dildos, plugs in various sizes and yoni eggs that i am willing to bring on the trip. And i guess my numbing cream.

Uhm.. the spots i have in mind requires some walking from the parking space, so there is some opportunity there too.

Thank you in advance!

A true story of how my friend made me into a hooker on the 23rd of April.

It began the moment i entered her flat. With zero hesitation, Mistress commanded me to strip. Camera clicking, preserving the image of my naked and marked form.

My education followed. Mistress quizzed me on pornographic scenes i had been assigned to study. Half hearted answers followed, knowing the test was designed to fail. Failure, she declares, naturally. My punishment was exquisite agony - edging that brought me to the precipice of release again and again, only to leave me dangling. I was reduced to crawling on all fours, my body aching with denied pleasure.

Then came the cleansing. A full enema flushed me from within, followed by a shower where Mistress soaped every inch of my skin. Lotion made me slick and soft. The transformation continued as she fitted me with the leather hood, flaps sealing away my sight. A short chain connected my ankles, hobbling my steps. My wrists were bound behind my back, rendering me helpless. Naked, hooded, and bound, she led me to her car like prized livestock.

The party location was unknown to me, a mystery destination that heightened my anticipation. Mistress greeted the hostess with familiar warmth before leading me into what i would learn to be a dining room. Kneeling as commanded, i sank to the floor. As she mingled, i remained motionless, a demonstration of my boundless submission. Then came the introduction.

Mistress introduces me as the evening entertainment. An escort, highly skilled. She listed my attributes and services, though the words blurred in my mind. The pitch concluded with a twist: a special discount for the night, 100kr per person. Fifteen dollars. The price of my dignity.

The hood flaps opened, revealing my mouth. Then began the jaw-breaking marathon. I move from person to person, my mouth working tirelessly - interspersed with showing my training and skill in yoga positions - until each had reached satisfaction multiple times.

Mistress demonstrated my capabilities first hand next. Her fist disappeared into my ass, then my pussy, before stretching me open for their inspection. She invited them to give it a try, and one by one, they took their turn exploring my depths.

During the third or fourth assault, i felt an orgasm approaching. I clicked the signal device Mistress had given me, and woman stopped moving, her hand buried deep inside me. The denial was torture. So close yet unable to tip over. Mistress instructed her to give my clit a few taps, and the light touches sent me spiralling into my first ruined orgasm of the evening. Pleasure without release, satisfaction without satisfaction.

When everyone had finished their exploration, Mistress suggested more lubrication. She spread my ass wide and spat directly inside. Each woman followed suit, adding their saliva to my depths before i was allowed to close up again.

I floated in a hazy subspace as a bowl of food and water is placed beside me, while they ate their own meal. Headphones were placed over my hood, blocking their conversation as i ate. Then came another ordeal, as i was led to each person, who spat in my mouth before offering a treat, a piece from their plates. Chewing and swallow the mixture, i then ground myself against their foot to show my gratitude.

The finale involved writing. Lipsticks appeared, and soon every inch of my body bore their words. I have no idea what they wrote, but they posed for a group photo with their finished work before Mistress wiped me clean.

Thank you for reading <3