Sexual Sadism

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Teetering

It's been a while since I have posted as life just gets in the way sometimes.  There hasn't been much going on in my kinky mind except Sunday and today.  Sunday and today are hangover days.  Saturday night Mistress and I spent a night out of town with friends and we had a little too much to drink.  I woke up hungover and horny.  My mind immediately went to naughty thoughts.  I had imagined us going home and Mistress tying me down to the bed and teasing me for hours and not letting me cum.  We would watch TV in bed and she would torment my nipples and cock all day long.  Not practical, but still very thought provoking for my dirty mind.

Today I find myself in a similar situation.  I picked up my car this morning and on the way home decided to be a little naughty today. I told myself that I as soon as I got home I would lock myself in chastity, and wear something naughty.  When I got home I locked myself up, went into the closet and picked out one of the dresses that hang in the back.  A slutty dress isn't complete without slutty heels.  I went down to the locked closet and put some strappy 6 inch heels on (a true six inches, no platform).  I promised myself I would keep them on until 9am or until I finished this post and it's almost 9:30 now.  I made my breakfast and did some work and it was very awkward teetering in those heels, but exhilarating.

On a side note.  I had a recent dream.  I arrived at a house and walked in the front door.  Inside was a woman and she pointed me upstairs.  I went up into a bedroom and there was a man tied to the bed and blindfolded.  I shoved my cock in his mouth and fucked his face until I came and then I left.  I think he was reluctantly expecting it.  It was very quick and straight to the point, but surprising I had another dream where I was sexual with a man.  

Choices made for me

Last night Mistress and I went out to dinner.  When we came home we had to do some quick chores before relaxing on the couch.  I asked Mistress to grab something comfortable for me to wear when she went upstairs to change clothes.  She came down with a pair of women's yoga/lounge pants.  The pants are subtle, but certainly feminine.  There is no place for my cock and balls so they are fairly prominent.  I didn't think much of it last night, but I realized this morning that it had been some time since Mistress picked out something for me to wear.  There is something very powerful about picking out another person's clothes.  It goes perfectly with my desire to have control taken from me.  As I was lying in bed waking up this morning my mind raced about other things being chosen for me.

• Men's clothes.  I love it when Mistress chooses what she wants me to wear, especially if I have already chosen something else and she makes me change.
• Toys.  Wearing a butt plug or cock and ball toy gets me very hot.
• Panties.  I love it when Mistress picks out panties for me to wear, especially when I am not expecting it (like getting out of the shower).
• For a total mind fuck add a bra.
• Being told to wear pantyhose, stockings or any other feminine undergarment.  Especially when together.
• Women's trouser socks instead of mail socks.  Depending on the sock, it could be very feminine and I would be afraid of being found out no matter how unlikely. 
• Finding a nighty on the bed when I least expect it is a rush.
• Being told to paint my nails is also a rush.  Especially my fingernails.  I got hard thinking of wearing pink nail polish on my fingernails for a day or 2 on a weekend.
• Women's deodorant.  Having Mistress pick out a feminine deodorant for me to wear and her telling me when to wear it, is very hot to me.
• Women's perfume.  I fantasize about Mistress making me wear perfume at certain times.  I imagine her spraying my underwear drawer with a slutty scent.  I imagine having to wear it to bed so that I can't get it out of my mind.
• Chastity.  Being told to go in chastity is the ultimate forced item to wear. 

Choking on a dildo

It's been several days since I have edged.  I really had no intention of edging until I saw the video above.  I have seen several stills and GIFs of the above video but this is the first time I have seen it with sound and context.  In previous posts I have mentioned how I want to have my mouth raped by a dildo.  The man above does a pretty good job of taking it all, but you can see him try to pull back and you can hear him gag.  Additionally you can hear him sniffle like someone has been crying which I am sure the dildo has made his eyes water.  I love her taunting and how well she pushes him beyond what is comfortable.  During my edge I went from soft to having to stop in less than a minute and edges 5-6 times in short order.  I only stopped so that I didn't leak and have to lick it up.

My mood over the last couple days

The last few days I have run across some pictures of cross-dressers that are really good.  Some are so good, you can't even tell which for me kind of defeats the purpose.  There is just something about all of the feminine items a woman can wear.  I get mesmerized my all the fabrics and styles and how they make my cock stir.  While I am straight and very happy with my obviously male body, I am somewhat jealous of those that can pass and even more jealous of those that aren't afraid of going out dressed up.  There is just something about wearing something feminine that goes deep into my brain, even if it's under my male clothes.  Here are some of the pictures I found that are good, but not so good that you can't tell they are guys.

 

Gym Torture

I workout a few times a week and because of how I am wired I think of all the naughty things you can do with the equipment.  I mean, look below.  This dungeon is set up very gym like.  Each piece of equipment having a purpose, open floors, pulleys and levers, mirrors, etc.

For that reason I dream up ways to be tortured or torture another if I had the chance.  I imagine being tied down to a bench, head lower so my ass is up on the air and having my ass beaten until I was in tears.

Or a predicament bondage situation.

Or given a beating

Or displayed and fucked by a machine

Or dressed in Femme and displayed or put to work.

Erotic Tapping

Anyone can hit hard if they want to cause pain.  That's easy.

However, I frequently fantasize about those who can create pain with soft and gentle hitting.  There is such a mind fuck getting hit in such a soft way but having it still hurt.  Here are some writings that address my fantasies.

Kate had a length of rough hemp rope and was using it to wrap tightly around my balls. It dug into the skin of my scrotum and hurt like hell. I whimpered. Kate tied it to another rope that hung from her ceiling, pulling the rope taut until my balls were grotesquely stretched to their limit. I could even feel the pull up into the muscles of my abdomen. My cock, however, continued to bob in the air.  Resuming her position between my legs, she began tapping my balls with a small plastic ruler. The taps themselves were not hard to take at first, but after the first few, the effect was that of hitting my balls with a baseball bat. I threw my head from side to side and screamed into my gag. Kate went on and on with it until I wished I could die.  The pain was terrible, and would have caused me to double up, if I could have done it.

Another excerpt

Lady M rose and walked behind me. Not being able to see her increased my concern and anticipation. She grabbed my balls and then rested her cane on them. I heard her pause and take a deep breath. She then very slowly raised the cane and brought it down softly on my vulnerable balls. She tapped my balls and continued to softly tap them with the cane on the same spot. The pain started slowly and then really built. The repeated motion, although it was relatively soft, continued to build to increasing pain. She would not stop. I began moaning and crying which seemed to arouse her more as I heard her moans. After a long time she stopped the caning and squeezed my balls even tighter. Lady M then grabbed my defenseless cock and did the seem thing to the middle of my cock. It hurt like hell. Once again the gentle taps on the same spot built up to an incredible intensity. I was thrashing and moaning but could do nothing but take it. I had to surrender and soon felt the passion of subspace as time seemed to stand still. I was so in the moment. Lady M then paused and moved on to cane the very tip of my cock. This did hurt the most but I was in another world. I closed my eyes and focused on Lady M's growing pleasure. I was taking the pain for her. I drifted off. 

As typical with pictures online there is a lack of great pictures with men in the position I want to be in.  

There are however quite a few of women getting lightly tapped in a way I dream of.   This first one was taken from a 90 second video I saw online.  I loved how helpless she was and in fact was very jealous of the distress she seemed to be in.  I edged to it a few times while watching it.