Shea's Domain
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2020-01-29 04:34:35

    I finally told my husband that what I really wanted after all of our play so far was to lick his dress shoes and like he's up for it. Why am I telling you this? I have to tell somebody. I'm shaking with excitement. He is not the vanilla man he was four years ago. I've ruined him. He used to be so shy he wouldn't even video chat with me and now he's taking pictures of me covered in his come the transformation was unreal. A Dom once lied to me and said a vanilla man couldn't be a Dom.

    Happy you could bring him out of his sexual shell.

    Of course some dry-dick rando dom would say that. It’s what he tells himself to get the confidence he has to have. “I’m 100% legit kinkster, this girl needs me to get what she needs”. It’s manipulation: partly of you, partly of himself.


    Daddy only let her out of her chastity belt when she was sucking his cock, when she did, she was to straddle his boot with her cunt, and rub her clit on it, for as long as she was pleasing him. After she swallowed all of Daddy’s cum, she knew immediately to lick off the mess she made on his shoes, then put her face on the ground, ass in the air, and wait for the chastity belt and gag to be locked back on, and put back into her cage. 


    I’m supposed to say why each post I reblog excites me, why I’m turned on by that particular image or that caption and this one is probably the hardest one I’ve done so far because it is so much more degrading than a spanking or a threesome. And admitting that that’s why I like it is… liberating and scary as hell. 

    The image itself with her next to naked while he is clothed. His hands on her head: are they pushing her down there or just stroking her head in acknowledgment that she is doing a good job at exactly what she is supposed to be doing? And the boot licking. How low do you have to be to lick someone else’s shoe? To get turned on by it? I want to find out. 

    The caption. I like that she’s not worthy of getting pleasure at his hand or his mouth or his cock, but rather has to rub herself against his shoe to experience any and even then she doesn’t deserve an orgasm. She puts herself to use (at the only thing she is good at) making sure he cums because he wants to and it is her job to be of use whenever he wants.

    Chastity belts terrify me and arouse me so much because it really puts all the control of her cunt, and thus her orgasms, in the hands of somebody else. This idea of having no control, of turning it over to someone else, of sacrificing orgasms, is something I know we will eventually try. And a cage; we will have to try a cage one day. 


    Any pleasure a sub experiences should be humiliating; it’s also not that she doesn’t necessarily deserve an orgasm, but her pathetic state is more satisfying than her defiant state when she achieves one. I strongly recommend periods of orgasm denial whenever possible, it really gets the ‘subby’ senses firing. I enjoyed reading your take on the caption too; it makes me feel very appreciated. Good luck on your exploration!  


    Devotional Training: What’s Your Take?


    Well this is naughty.


    Well, this certainly seems like it could be a fun set of roles to play...


    Do you get the “How could i’s”?

    How could I want a belt around my neck? How could I want a man to roughly use this body? How could I want his foot on me? How could I want to totally loose control and have all my holes, my mind, and more totally used?

    I believe every submissive woman goes through this. It happens not just once but repeatedly. It takes time to accept what simply is. Just BE and find true peace. 

    He reached into the neckline of her blouse and pulled out the end of the rope that dangled down her front. Her clothing sufficiently concealed the rope wound around her chest and squeezing her breasts in a restrictive harness, but its effect - that her breasts were inflated and rounded - couldn’t be disguised.

    She began to pant as he drew out the end of the rope and wrapped it twice around his palm like a leash. He reeled her in until she was practically shoving her engorged breasts in his face.

    He palmed her breasts, fondling the firm globes of flesh. He sucked at her nipples through the material of her blouse until they peaked and poked out against the fabric.

    "Wearing your harness has kept you on your best behavior, hasn’t it?" he murmured.

    "Yes, Sir," she said, shifting against him. Her breasts felt hot and heavy.

    "I’m going to fuck your ass tonight. Would you like me to help stretch your bottom hole?"

    "Yes, Sir," she whispered.

    "Take off your skirt. I want you on all fours."

    He gave her more play on the leash so she could step back and unzip her skirt. When she turned to place it to the side, he smiled to see the end of the butt plug protruding between her cheeks. Her skin was smooth and unblemished - she had been very good indeed lately - and he was looking forward to thrusting into her reddened ass after he gave her a good paddling over his lap tonight.

    When she was on her hands and knees between his legs, he gripped the end of the plug and wiggled it inside her. It was a small plug, but substantial enough so that she could never quite dismiss its presence, which certainly made itself felt when she walked. He loved watching her walk toward him when she was plugged.

    He pulled the plug out slowly. Her head dropped when its widest part opened her up, moaning quietly. 

    He moved his foot out slightly. “Lick. I want to see the leather shine.”

    She lowered herself to her forearms and licked the new leather of his shoe avidly while he toyed more with the plug before finally removing it. He checked her cunt and was pleased to see she was soaked.