u/the_blonde_lawyer

over the last couple of decades we played with medium term and long term tease and denial often.
we were fooling around earlier tonight, and when I was getting close and building towards it he asked me with that amazing tone he take "do you want to be a good girl?".

anyway, to make a long story short, Yada, Yada, Yada and now Im in orgasm denial again. we decided it'll be a few weeks long this time, but that's usually what we decide at the beginning. sometimes it is a few weeks, but other times it's spilled over into months.

god, Im going to make him proud. Im going to be such a good girl for him.

I changed my user flair from "cums as if she has a right to" to "denied and spoken for good girl" it feels so exciting to change my flaire, I just had to post to say something.

also #1:

hi. polite girls introduce themselves, so Karen, 45 year old career mom of two. nice to meet you.

hi

also #2 :
this message bellow is brilliant. who ever came up with that, it's amazing.

a message that just came while I was writing the post. god, you guys are good at this.

thank you.
it made me shiver

Im 45 years old, and I lead a department in a very uptight very down their nose stuck up law firm, and I don't have a lot of together time with the interns, those young, clueless young almost-lawyers in their early to mid twenties...
but sometimes I remember how we were in our early twenties. how my husband was. he wasn't clueless at all, and back then I had no doubt he could look at some 45 year old wife, look straight into her soul, and pull her up, Claim her out of her boring marriage and vanilla life and Conquer her..

and I kind of wonder if any of these guys look at me that way, sense something in me, wonder to themselves "am I reading her vibes right? could Old Mrs Caspi be a good girl deep down?"

and a part of me wants them to know. a part of me wants them to look at me and see the prey. a part of me wants to know that this young man or the other IS a dom, does have IT. I want my husband to meet him, to befriend him, to have him over for coffee at our home, where he'll have his big shot boss (his boss's boss actually) dressed up in a silly pink outfit that makes her look like a big titted silly girl, and serve them coffee while they chat..

that's it.. just an intrusive mid day thought.

hi

also -
Hi.

Karen, 45, career mom and a good girl at times.

often, it's all of the above.

also - hi.

the blonde lawyer. 45 years old good girl.

mommy is a good girl

I was watching dune with my family, and there comes that pretty dutchess, who's also this powerful mind controller, and tells her own adult son "Make Me". it was just... so hot.

in my mind it was so obviously such an act of submissiveness.

training him seems like just an execuse, she wanted to feel Controlled, wanted her mind Violated and her free will grabbed and wanted to feel him, her own son, making her pass him the water.

"make me".

such a good little dutchess.

and the fact she's so beautiful and so powerful just makes her need to be controlled like that so much hotter. I swear to god, I still think about it.

good girl, Lady Jessica.

also, Ive been told that good girls introduce themselves, so Hi.

Karen, 45 year old mother of two, a partner in a big stuck up law firm in Tel Aviv.

hi.

mommy knows she shouldn't post this

yes, she's your boss.
she's an impressive lady. a double master degree - an LLM in law and a masters in business management. she's been leading this department for years and does it well.

your impressive boss

yes, she's always the sweet, funny, charismatic mom next door.

she's approachable, sweet, likable.
people love her. they always have.

the mom next door that everyone like

but it doesn't matter - because she knows.

she knows she's a little addict.
to her husband's patronizing, horny disrespect. to the young men online.

to the attention of horrible subreddits that treat her like meat.

mommy is an attention addict

and she knows what makes her a good girl

good girls have big tits

that's all . a mid sunday thought.

Im working, it's a hectic day, videocalls interupted by urgent texts, emails stacking on top of eachother, and it's thrusday, almost the weekend - and I keep being interupted by the same intrusive thought --

all this stress deserves a pay off, and I can't help but imagine a world where the work day finally ends, I send the last email and say goodbye to my last employee, and get home, to finally say hi to my husband, the kids are away or somehow not an issue and I can just get down on my knees and be led to my little crate or pet bed, drink some milk from my Wife-Bowl and calm down... be kept in it for the night or for the weekend, calm and peacefull and dumb, until it's time to get dress in my big girl suits again and go to work for another day.

also, it's rude to not say hi - so hi.
Karen, the blonde laywer. a 45 year old married mother of two. nice to meet you guys.

someone's boss. someone's mom. someone's Good Girl.

we were making out, still half dressed, grinding against eachother when my work phone pinged, and he said something like "your boss is otherwise pre-occupied" and grabbed my throat and started grinding against me harder, and it just felt so hot , as if he's claiming ownership and I just loved the thought of if who ever it was that texted or emailed me could see what Im doing at the moment... like "yeah, she's a 45 year old mom, yeah, she's a respectable lawyer, yeah, she's your boss, but look at her grinding her needy pussy while being chocked" and it felt so powerful and good....

then he told me "good girl" and I don't know why, my first instinct was to stick my tongue out and pant like a dog. he loved it. he kept saying "good girl" and each time Id stick my tongue out and pant, while he was dry-humping me, grinding against me through our clothes. he'd slap my tits, suck them, kiss me, and occaisionally say "good girl" and I'd pant. all the time his hand was on my throat, sometimes just laying there, sometimes chocking...

then he said "bark" and I just did. he'd say "bark" and I'd bark like a dog. he'd say "good girl" and I"d stick my tongue out and pant. I have no idea if it went on like that for seconds or minutes or half an hour, but it felt long.. he just held me by my throat, grinding against me through my panties, telling me good girl and I'd stick my tongue out and pant, telling me to bark like a dog, and I would.

then eventually he was so close, and he said "bark like a stupid dog," and god, I did, I just barked and he grinded against me and came, and it was SO hot, god damnit, it was SO SO hot.

and the thing is my son was out in the living room, still up, and Im pretty sure he didn't hear anything, we're good at whispering, but god can you imagine?

(also, I was told years ago that it's only polite to include a pic in a post like this to say hi, so - hi)

hi

I answered this in a comment, and thought it deserved it's own post:

I think Id put it like this - racism is pathetic. a person that think their only way of feeling empowered is believing the race or religion or gender they happened to be born to makes them automatically superior is sad. imagine what a sad loser you have to be to try to cling to that.

BUT a person that gets turned on by being told their race or gender makes them inferior.. that's so messed up that it's hot. that's such a crosswired thought process in your brain that someone HAS to play with it.
and that's what makes raceplay hot.

not the racists. the race traitors.
not the mysoginist, the gender traitors.

also, Hi.

white jewish mom that's honestly not as messed up as she sounds most of the time