Make My Eyes Water
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Posted:Jul 2, 2019 8:44 am
Last Updated:Jul 8, 2019 9:51 am
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Some people think it's hot when a pretty girl can take a big dick deep in her throat without any effort.
They aren't wrong - that is sexy.
But some people think it's even hotter when a pretty girl can't take more than a couple inches without struggling with it. They love the sounds she makes as she's trying to breathe, tears making her makeup run down her face, drooling all over her pretty lingerie, the look in her eyes as she's begging you to pull it out of her mouth for a second.
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Late night thought
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Posted:Jun 16, 2019 10:26 pm
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2019 7:28 am
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I never want to feel safe when I'm with you. Even when it's sweet and tender, I want to always be on edge that you might turn at any moment.
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Choose Your Own Adventure
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Posted:Apr 22, 2019 8:33 am
Last Updated:Jun 16, 2019 7:42 pm
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We've been chatting for a while here on citymixx.com and really hitting it off. You're intrigued by how rough I want it and I'm impressed by the dirty things you say you want to do. I feel like you're really going to degrade and punish me, and I can't resist any more. Of course between your wife and , there's always someone at your house, so I agree to get a hotel room and wait there for you. We set a time and a place and then not a moment goes by we aren't thinking about one another. A few hours before the scheduled time I message you with the room number, and you know it's happening. I also tease you with a selfie, dressed in a tiny plaid skirt, crisp white button-down shirt so thin you can see hints of my bra and body through it, and thigh high stockings. A perfect little schoolgirl for you, just like you ordered me to wear. Seeing me in outfit, with my hair and makeup perfectly done for you, you can't help but get turned on.
Right on time, you show up at the room. You go to knock, but notice the door is cracked open a hair. You push it open and see a very different picture than what you expected. I'm on the floor, dressed in just my underwear (small, tight, white training bra with just a little lace trim and matching plain white cotton panties with a little pink rose) and my wrists and ankles bound with duct tape. My hair is disheveled and my makeup is wrecked, mascara streaming down my face from heavy crying. Duct tape is over my mouth, wrapped all the way around my head tightly so it won't come loose. As you look closer, you see my lip is fat, there is dried blood from my nose on my face and chest, and it looks like I have a black eye forming.
What do you do next?
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Are there really any true 'Alpha' males?
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Posted:Feb 12, 2019 9:32 am
Last Updated:Aug 2, 2019 8:46 am
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So, a lot of the guys that I chat with on here (and meet up with are married). It just works out that way. They're older and not looking for anything serious, I have daddy issues and love playing the homewrecker role. Of course I don't really wreck homes, it's just hot knowing a guy is cheating on his girl with me. There's a good feeling about it (I'm so sexy he's willing to take this risk) and a bad (I'm a shitty person), so it fits right into the whole pleasure pain matrix. Like, I can't feel good without a little shame. It is what it is.
And since I'm submissive, I'm always looking for guys who are very dominant. I love when someone just takes control and I'm completely at their mercy. Even the thought of it makes my panties wet.
So inevitably we'll be chatting, and they're getting me all worked up talking about the nasty ways they're going to violate me, taking whatever they want, using me, they're an alpha male, yada yada. And then at some point it'll come up that they haven't gotten laid in forever, because their wife just isn't interested, and on the rare occasions they do have sex, she definitely isn't sucking their cock or letting them fuck her in the ass.
Now, I'm all about never forcing your fetishes on someone else and always having consent, etc. (although consent can be a little murky, I think it's all about knowing your partner and being on the same page). But when a guy tells me something like that, I can't help but think you're not even the alpha male in your own house. Like i said, I totally understand it's more complicated than that and that isn't how relationships work. I'm definitely not implying a man is weak or sub because he doesn't pin his wife down to the bed and take what he want; in fact, it's the opposite - that's what makes him a decent human being. So it's more of an abstract question. Are there really any "true" alpha males, outside of prison (or those who just haven't been caught yet)?
On the flip side, I believe I'm a real sub. Sure, sometimes there's a bit of a game to it, but it's at it's best when it's real, and I'm really fighting against you as hard as I can to try and make you stop whatever it is you're doing, and you're really overpowering me so you can have your way.
I've also chatted with my share of married guys who claim to be sub, but won't tell their wives. I find this one so weird, because it seems like they want to go through the motions of being sub, while still dictating control. Like, what are they afraid of? Their wife will yell at them? Humiliate them? Choose not to sleep with them (her right, if she's the dom)? Think they're a weak little bitch and choose to sleep with real men (again, her right)? Ignore them and their pervy little fantasies (probably the most likely outcome, and also the most truly dom)?
What do you guys think? Is this relationship dynamic 99% pretend? Have any of you been in a vanilla relationship that suddenly became dom/sub without both of you talking about it first? Did it work out?
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A Captive-ating Weekend
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Posted:Nov 12, 2018 10:07 pm
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2019 11:09 pm
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One of my biggest turn-ons is to totally surrender control of my body to someone else. Along those lines, I had an incredible experience this weekend.
Friday night an older gentleman I met on Tindr came over for a couple hours. He's everything a girl could want - handsome, smart, well-dressed, and well endowed. He loves that I take the time to get my hair, makeup and clothes perfect for him. He also loves that I do things for him that his wife won't.  Honestly, he fucks like a champ, but always leaves me a little more. He'll be on top of me, his hard cock filling me up, and he'll be gently caressing my breasts. It seems like a weird thing to complain about, but I just want him to put that hand around my throat and squeeze instead.
So, early Saturday afternoon I drove out to the middle of the state to meet with a couple I've been talking to on here. I won't say who, just in case they don't want vanilla types to know how naughty they can be or don't want it to be known that we played. I will say that they were both extremely attractive and we hit it off right away (in my opinion). We had a few drinks and when they invited me to move this downstairs to their playroom, I jumped up so fast I almost fell down.
Their basement was like my dream play room. All sorts of ropes, chains, implements, and apparatus. I was in awe and while I looked around, they asked again if I would be willing to let them own me for as long as they wanted, with no limits and no safewords - if I agreed, I was to drop to my knees and beg them. Of course I did it, and next thing I know we were all on the bed in various states of undress. We switched from one position to the next and other than a little light spanking, some rough oral, and some dirty talk, it was actually pretty tame. I was starting to worry that they just weren't really into me or that they had overstated their level of kink. Just as he came deep inside me though, I felt her cuff both my legs to the bed. He pulled out and made me clean his cock off with my mouth before putting a ball gag on me and cuffing my arms to the bed. I was face down, spread eagle, and all I could do was drool. It was like that gross feeling when you wake up and your pillow is covered in drool, except I couldn't sleep because they were both taking turns teasing and paddling me. Eventually I guess they got bored and went back upstairs, leaving me tied up face down in my own drool. They turned off the lights and I started to realize what I was in for. It was pitch black and I couldn't tell what time it was or how much time had passed. After a bit they came down and removed the ball gag and flipped me on my back so they could each take turns fucking my mouth and ass - she was wearing a huge strap-on! Before they started I begged them to let me use the bathroom, but they just laughed and throat fucked me until I couldn't talk. When they finished, I again begged to be allowed to take a short break to pee. They laughed and made fun of me and then stood over me and pissed (gross, btw, not my thing). They told me "I guess you'll be sleeping in piss either way, so you might as well wet yourself like a stupid little bitch". I refused, the though alone was almost enough to make me throw up, but they had a secret plan. Tickle . Also not my thing, but it worked to make me pee on myself. She shoved her dirty panties in my mouth and he shoved a plug inside me and they turned out the light and left. The bed got cold so quickly and I was tied down and couldn't move. It was pretty much impossible to sleep.
When they came back I was tired, sore, starved, and parched. He put a leash on me and they took me to the bathroom. I was given one minute to use the toilet. I waited for them to leave for about ten seconds before I realized I was just wasting time. I've never had to use the toilet while being watched like that...it was so humiliating. He then dragged me into the shower and turned on the hot water and told me I had two minutes, and that I'd better drink up while I was at it because that was all the water I was getting. Drinking hot water was not fun, but my mouth and throat were so dry from being gagged with panties all night. I was brought back and chained to the bed and given a large bowl full of milkshake for breakfast. I got down and slurped it all down so fast, I was so hungry. When I had almost finished she yanked me up by my hair and held my head still while he shoved his cock down my throat. I fought the urge to gag but he was huge and with her holding my head there was no escape, he was easily able to shove it down my throat. Up came the milkshake! I tried to swallow it back down, but I had drank way too much of it. Of course I was mocked and slapped and whipped until I cleaned up my mess (Also not my thing. Yuck!). The rest of the weekend was all of that and more. It got a little hazy, but here are some things I remember:
I was posed and tied and left in all sorts of uncomfortable, exhausting, and painful positions. I was left suspended with my tip toes just barely touching the floor until I was screaming from exhaustion. I was immobilized in front of a fucking machine, which actually felt pretty good until the lube dried up - then whenever I tried to shift to get relief, a chain would pull on my nipples or a clamp would pull my hair.
Other guys showed up and used me. not sure how many because it was dark, but it was never more than one at a time. They were actually pretty gentle which was good because I was quite sore and tired by this point. Except one guy, he loved to pinch and slap and hear me scream.
Of course the original couple were always around, and used me mercilessly. I totally lost track of time and had started begging them to let me go. I didn't know how long I had been there and I didn't want to miss work or anything. They just laughed. They loved waiting until I finally managed to fall asleep to wake me for another round of spankings, slapping, choking, whipping, and or fucking. I was so tender that just slight pressure on my tight little hole would start me bawling. I couldn't feel my jaw anymore or even talk right, which they loved to laugh at. I don't know how many loads I took, but it was a lot. I was starting to get paranoid that they wouldn't let me go. Plus, they had all my stuff, my clothes, my purse, my wallet, my car keys, credit cards, ....
Eventually I woke up and realized I was no longer tied to the bed. There was a dim light on and I could see my stuff was on the floor next to me. My skirt was in great shape, but my blouse must have been used as a cum rag by a few of those men - it was a sticky stained mess (that'll earn me some looks from my dry cleaner). I went to the bathroom and found my bra and panties soaking in the piss-filled toilet bowl. guessing they wanted me to wear them home like that. I thought about it, or thought about rinsing them out and wearing them wet but clean, but decided it just made sense to go commando (if we play again I'll probably be punished for that). It seemed like no one was home and I got out of there quick before they could change their mind. I was so sore (still !) and every step was agony. The drive home was miserable on my tender little tush. There's no way I can go to work tomorrow, but I guess an extra day off to recuperate probably isn't the worst thing.
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