Part 1
Aftercare is essential. Whether you have just had rough sex, or spent a long time tasting each other sensually, it is good to ‘check in’ afterwards. It can be physical or mental, either snuggling together or giving each other praise; perhaps both. For impact-play; tending to soreness and open wounds. Talk about what you liked, so that you know what to continue doing next time. Be honest about what you did not like, so that you do not make as many mistakes in the future. Especially with any activity that reaches a heightened state of mind, aftercare is a way to put out the metaphorical fire before sub or top-drop can kick in. Dominants and submissives alike can feel any number of negative emotions after coming down from the emotional high. It is important to give them a routine that makes them happy and comfortable.
Just as important as talking after sex, is ‘duringcare’. Whether it is dirty talk or pleading for something that really gets you turned on, communicating during playtime does not have to be analytical. It is a way to guide the flow without stopping it, including if you are not enjoying how something is being done.
Prior to any play is the need for ‘beforecare’. This is the pre-talk you have, the quick do’s and don’ts that help you decide what kind of kinks you want to explore, as well as setting up protocols in case something goes wrong.
I hope that you will stick around to the end of part 9 to enjoy every aspect of this arousing lesson in pain and pleasure, safety and trust. There are going to be tears of joy.
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It was another warm morning and he was beginning to stir. His foggy mind felt good, little moans escaping his unconscious lips. He could feel something, something unusual, but the closer he came to, the more he realised that it was not a desire to urinate. No, the dampness of his penis was saliva, wiped by a playful tongue up and down his shaft in unison with a pair of pretty lips. He lifted his head, his eyelids heavy and aching from sleep. He could see her figure coming into focus before him, her head bobbing up and down on his solid length while she watched him with naughty eyes. Her long, wavy blond hair was combed back by a thick black band and her eyelashes fluttered at him seductively. He smiled back, sending his lazy arms down his naked body to stroke her cheek. She pulled off with a hasty breath and crawled over him.
“Good morning, Alanya.”
She was like a predator stalking her prey, slowly and methodically pawing her way up his chest until she was straddling him. She wore a thin, veil-like garment, pale-pink and draped over her flowery white, lace bra. She sat up, cupping his cheek with her large golden locks flowing down over her left breast. He closed his eyes to the sensation of her hand on his face, so soft, yet so deadly. Her palm pressed down on his forehead and he could feel the knife that she held to his throat.
He knew the texture. The blade was neither hot nor cold. The rigid edge of a completely harmless, blunt knife. It was a toy, a prop version of a hunting knife, made entirely of plastic. She grinned down at him, pushing the knife harder against his neck with her front teeth sitting on her tongue. She looked so sexy. He loved how perverted her mind was. He smiled back just as darkly, lifting his left hand up to stroke her face. Her weight on his lap, the sight of her body and the position in which she fındıkzade escort had him. It made his mind spin happily. She took his wrist in her hand and lowered his fingers to her breast, lacing her fingers between his to help him squeeze. She closed her eyes and sighed, both of them just enjoying the moment. Then he raised his right hand. He was in no danger, it was true, but even if he were; he loved the control that he had over her. She was the mute, yet he did not need to speak. His eyes held all that she needed to understand. With a content twitch of her lip, she manipulated his fingers to fondle her right breast and she handed him the knife.
“Good girl,” he sat up quickly. The knife was on her throat now, her grin bigger yet mixed with a hint of fear. Their faces were close, so much that he could feel her breath. Her eyes flickered, breath juddered, and her lips were parted in wanting.
He angled the knife and levered her hair over her shoulder, allowing him access to kiss her neck. Her breath left her with a satisfied ease, her chest rising and falling to the little clicks of his lips on her wonderfully warm, delicate skin.
“Are we going to try some ABC today?” He righted his head, gazing into her eyes for a moment before their lips met. When their eyes opened again, foreheads pressed together, she nodded with a bite of her lip. He left the knife in his lap and cupped her cheek, pulling her in for another kiss. “What would you like to try?”
Her naughty grin reappeared.
Part 2
She placed a finger on his lips, leaning away from him to fetch a candle. She held it between them, a cylindrical column of pale-pink wax untouched by the heat of a flame. She picked the knife up with her other hand, looking into his eyes as her answer.
“Very well. I would like to tie you down, too,” he offered. Her smile got even naughtier and she pointed the knife over her shoulder, gesturing at the leather cuffs anchored to the bottom corners of the bed. He noticed the two at the top corners of the bed and he kissed her again. “Good girl.” He took the knife from her, poking the point against his index finger in an intimidating fashion, “How about we add a blindfold, just to make it interesting?”
She bit her lip and nodded frantically, fidgeting at the deviance of their combined interests.
He was completely naked, while she wore flowery white knickers to match her bra. He could feel his underside rubbing against her dampened panties, her coated saliva adding to how wet she already was. He chuckled,
“Someone is getting horny,” he pulled her in for another kiss. His mouth kept her distracted, hands persuading her arms into the air after she put the candle down. She was quick to remove her garment, pulling his face back in for slow and sensual kisses while he caressed her arms. She was beginning to grind on his lap, but he was going to tease her for a long time. He pinched the straps of her bra and she pulled away, slapping her hands down on his knuckles and tensing to stop him. Her expression was still naughty, eager, but it seemed that she wanted to tease him, too. She pulled his hands down to her breasts, making him feel the intricate lace that covered her warm, bulbous mounds. She sighed through her nose as he flexed his fingers, caged her chest and fondled it with growing passion. His face came in, her eyes already half-closed in stimulation, gülbağ escort and she hung her arms on his shoulders while his tongue danced with hers in the open air.
Their lips fought, teeth nibbled, heads rocking in and out to steal the oxygen that they so willingly shared. She was rocking on his lap, their hearts racing. He twisted his body and brought her down on her back. He laid on top of her and curled her hair over her ear, her body bouncing on the bed before settling beneath his weight. He pecked her lips, she craned her neck for more and they were at it again. More kissing, more flaring nostrils and insatiable hunger. Then a click, his face hovering over hers with a knife floating above her nose. Her eyes were locked on it; a rainbow blade of stainless steel held within a black handle. Opened and dangerously sharp.
“Yes. This one is real.” She bit her lip.
He slowly drifted the tip of the knife towards her temple, combing a lock of her hair carefully across her forehead. She shivered, breaths stuttered between her parted lips. He brought the knife down to her cheek, cautious to not cut, but to tickle. He could tell that she was afraid, her breaths shallow, her arms frozen by her sides. He lowered the knife further, skimming her jawline and landing on her sternum. He tickled the blade over the tops of her breasts, working his way to the side and up the right strap of her bra. He held the knife in his right hand, straddling her with his right forearm across her chest. He smiled sadistically and leaned some of his weight on her, making her wheeze quietly. The tiniest squeak escaped her lips, eyes unable to break from his face while he watched his knife tease along the inside of the strap, the spine of the blade skimming her porcelain skin.
“Somebody needs to remember who is in charge.”
He angled the knife away from her skin and lifted. With a slight outwards force, the sharp edge glided along the inside of the bra strap, pulling it away from her shoulder until it became two parts. She gulped, her eyes noticeably wet. “Is my precious little thing upset that I cut her lingerie?” There was the slight crack of a whimper, but nothing more. Not even a blink as she stared at her Master in submission. He hooked the knife under her left strap, “You belong to me, and as such I will do with you whatever I please. Do I make myself clear?” She nodded, lips now together with a committed expression. He cut the strap. “Good girl,” he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Colour?”
Part 3
If she had not been a mute, her answer would have been ‘green’. Instead, he sat up and waited patiently for her response. She placed a hand on his thigh, distracting his gaze so that he would watch her rub her clitoris through her panties. He looked back at her face, lustful as she sat up and unclipped her bra for him. She was a clever woman, able to touch herself and remove her bra at the same time; with the aid of the straps having been cut. He smiled, then calmly slipped the knife beneath her panties. He could see the hesitance in her eyes, her eyes wetter with hope that he might not ruin all of her nice things. Before the blade could snag a single thread, he pulled the knife away and folded it closed for a moment. He paused, thinking.
“They are coming off,” he insisted, and she nodded gratefully. He shuffled backwards, baring his teeth to pinch the hem halkalı escort of her underwear. She pushed the fabric down her thighs, helping him until she could no longer reach. Then her legs twisted and bent until her knickers hung between his jaws. She bit her lip, all the more aroused as he stalked back over her body, keeping hold of the folded knife.
His cheeks split with a grin, mumbling the best he could while keeping her underwear between his teeth.
“I think we need to shut you up,” he chuckled and she joined in silently. He lowered his head towards hers, her panties hovering over her mouth. “Open wide.” Instead she patted her arm twice and he sat up. “Something wro-huhhh,” he shivered, toes curling at a sudden pleasure coursing through his loins. She had grabbed hold of his shaft, thumbing the rim of his helmet where she knew he was incredibly sensitive. She grinned, bit her lip and pointed to her gaping mouth. He tilted his head, letting her knickers drop into his hand, looking at her with humoured understanding. “I see,” he said calmly. He tossed her underwear away and leaned down to kiss her, cradling her cheek, “I am going to restrain you now.” She nodded eagerly and stole another kiss before he could pull his face away. “If M’lady would please get her head comfy on the pillows?” He gestured dramatically and she practically bounced into position, fidgeting on the sheets and resting her head gleefully.
He placed the folded knife on the bedside table with the candle. Then he opened the top drawer to check that he still had some antiseptic wipes, just in case he accidentally cut her. With his knees either side of her body, his erection was upright and swinging above her breasts, her underbust pressed warmly against his pelvis. He shivered at the feeling, giddy to have such a woman in his life. He raised her left hand above her head and she watched him enclose her wrist in the leather cuff. Buckled tightly, but not enough to cut off her circulation, her head rolled to watch her other hand get anchored to the bed.
“Alanya, what is your safe noise?” In most cases, a submissive would probably receive a flogging for snapping their fingers at their Master, but for this silent angel it was a way to keep her safe. “Good girl. Since you can no longer tap-out, I want you to shake your head like a mutt shaking themself dry. Can you be a mutt for me?” He almost laughed at her response, her giddy expression blurry while she shook her face side to side. “Okay okay,” he grabbed her cheeks in one hand and kissed her. “That will do. Good mutt.”
She could not stop smiling that beautiful smile while he kissed down her naked body, detouring to lick her nipples on his way down her legs. She lifted her head from the pillows to watch. He had turned around to bind her ankles to the bottom corners of the bed, giving her a great view of his backside. He peeked over his shoulder,
“Is my angel staring at my butt?” She nodded shamelessly. He came back to straddle her stomach, leaning to the top corners to shorten the velcro straps that spread her limbs. “Tension check.”
She stared at him, but he observed her wiggling fists, her elbows barely able to bend. “Happy?” She nodded. “All helpless and ready to be used. Just how I like you.” He held her face in both hands and she craned her neck to meet his lips.
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