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zephyrbaron:

She has to be careful when removing her panties that Ben Wa pussy toys don’t fall out. She is in the first week of orgasm training. This is where she has to out the toys in before work and is not allowed to orgasm without getting text permission.
Yesterday she was told to finger fuck her pussy in the office bathroom after hours and hold her cell up so her Trainer could hear the finger fucking sounds.
She has to edge herself three times every day: typically before taking a morning shower, in the car or bathroom after work, and before bed. Audio recordings are required once a week, one close up video clip twice a week and pictures showing a girls underwear (if granted person to wear items) on dates with friends after working hours.
The option to use a pad to soak up the juices is being granted today. That’s what’s going to be added to the picture above. To get permission requires voice mail being left on her Trainer’s cell using the third person name “slut grace”.
This is a sample of a real session with a submissive bitch (older female) who has permission from her husband to follow the commands of a Girl’s Trainer. More finger fucking wet details will follow of other things the “bitch in heat” does to get permission to come.

zephyrbaron:

She has to be careful when removing her panties that Ben Wa pussy toys don’t fall out. She is in the first week of orgasm training. This is where she has to out the toys in before work and is not allowed to orgasm without getting text permission.

Yesterday she was told to finger fuck her pussy in the office bathroom after hours and hold her cell up so her Trainer could hear the finger fucking sounds.

She has to edge herself three times every day: typically before taking a morning shower, in the car or bathroom after work, and before bed. Audio recordings are required once a week, one close up video clip twice a week and pictures showing a girls underwear (if granted person to wear items) on dates with friends after working hours.

The option to use a pad to soak up the juices is being granted today. That’s what’s going to be added to the picture above. To get permission requires voice mail being left on her Trainer’s cell using the third person name “slut grace”.

This is a sample of a real session with a submissive bitch (older female) who has permission from her husband to follow the commands of a Girl’s Trainer. More finger fucking wet details will follow of other things the “bitch in heat” does to get permission to come.

geekiekittie
tenderdominance:

She can be so nervous sometimes, so unsure about things. 
I guide her and give her room to make mistakes or to explore the world on her own, but always…my arms are there for her. Ready to surround her, to hold her and to comfort her when she’s had enough of the world, enough of being a big girl.
In my arms, she knows I will keep her safe, I will protect her. I won’t let the world, anyone hurt her.
In my arms, no one can touch her.
I won’t let them.
- Words by TenderDominance

tenderdominance:

She can be so nervous sometimes, so unsure about things. 

I guide her and give her room to make mistakes or to explore the world on her own, but always…my arms are there for her. Ready to surround her, to hold her and to comfort her when she’s had enough of the world, enough of being a big girl.

In my arms, she knows I will keep her safe, I will protect her. I won’t let the world, anyone hurt her.

In my arms, no one can touch her.

I won’t let them.

- Words by TenderDominance

redheadangelwithoutahalo
myredbike:

Mr (Mostly) Nice Guy
People like nice guys. Those who are polite and considerate, caring and helping out when possible. Men who are thoughtful, understanding and reliable. I think I fit those criteria most of the time. I try consciously to make a positive contribution to people I’m in contact with. But then there are other times…
Times when the word ‘nice’ is the last thing on my mind. When I take that part of my personality put it in a box, lock it and store it away for a while so it doesn’t interfere with those dark, dirty needs that sometimes invade my thoughts and take control over me. It happens more often than I’d like to admit. That urge, it took over one day…
I had been pacing for what seemed like hours waiting for her to get home after work. It was driving me insane. All I could picture was my hard cock inside her, one way or another. Finally she walked into the house wearing the pretty, new blouse he had bought a few days earlier. I didn’t reply to her ‘hello’ but instead ripped open that blouse with buttons flying across the hallway. She started yelling and cursing about what the hell I had just done.
I didn’t answer with words but she understood when she found herself pushed against the front door. My hand grabbed her breast hard, my body pressing against hers. She tried to object looking around to see if anyone else was in the house. I didn’t care. I had only one thing on my mind.
My mouth connected hard with hers. A few moments of defiance before she gave up and opened her lips. Her hands went from trying to push me away to pulling me onto her. But this was my need, my urge. I wanted to take care of it my way. This would not be a two way street. Not this time. This was about me taking what was mine.
I pulled my lips away from hers and looked into her eyes one last time. Then I spun her around. Her cheek was pressed against the stained glass of the front door as she tried to look back at me. My foot pulled her legs apart while my hands lifted her skirt, exposing her panties. Those were new, too. And they were ripped off her as well, leaving marks on her thighs where the material stapped.
I was hard. I had been since the moment she’d walked in. I unzipped my pants and without hesitation pressed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Her body offered no resistance. She was wet already and I slid in hard until my stomach slammed against her ass. That’s where I remained, my face now next to hers. Her eyes were closed, her hands spread against the door. Looking through the front door glass I could see cars and people passing by outside.
Then I began to move inside her. Hard, fast and without stopping once. She moaned. I groaned. She pushed back at me. I pushed forward into her. Her lipstick smeared all over the glass as my teeth dug into her shoulder. Her body slammed into the door every time I slammed into her. Someone must have heard. I didn’t care. I needed to cum right then and there. No stopping. No pausing. No catching a breath or changing positions. I fucked her hard and I fucked her properly until I emptied myself inside her…
Being nice is a good way to live life. But to be like that all the time? No. That’s not me. Sometimes it’s better to take ‘nice’ and store it away for a while. Having said that, being the nice guy that I am, she did cum before I did…
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myredbike:

Mr (Mostly) Nice Guy

People like nice guys. Those who are polite and considerate, caring and helping out when possible. Men who are thoughtful, understanding and reliable. I think I fit those criteria most of the time. I try consciously to make a positive contribution to people I’m in contact with. But then there are other times…

Times when the word ‘nice’ is the last thing on my mind. When I take that part of my personality put it in a box, lock it and store it away for a while so it doesn’t interfere with those dark, dirty needs that sometimes invade my thoughts and take control over me. It happens more often than I’d like to admit. That urge, it took over one day…

I had been pacing for what seemed like hours waiting for her to get home after work. It was driving me insane. All I could picture was my hard cock inside her, one way or another. Finally she walked into the house wearing the pretty, new blouse he had bought a few days earlier. I didn’t reply to her ‘hello’ but instead ripped open that blouse with buttons flying across the hallway. She started yelling and cursing about what the hell I had just done.

I didn’t answer with words but she understood when she found herself pushed against the front door. My hand grabbed her breast hard, my body pressing against hers. She tried to object looking around to see if anyone else was in the house. I didn’t care. I had only one thing on my mind.

My mouth connected hard with hers. A few moments of defiance before she gave up and opened her lips. Her hands went from trying to push me away to pulling me onto her. But this was my need, my urge. I wanted to take care of it my way. This would not be a two way street. Not this time. This was about me taking what was mine.

I pulled my lips away from hers and looked into her eyes one last time. Then I spun her around. Her cheek was pressed against the stained glass of the front door as she tried to look back at me. My foot pulled her legs apart while my hands lifted her skirt, exposing her panties. Those were new, too. And they were ripped off her as well, leaving marks on her thighs where the material stapped.

I was hard. I had been since the moment she’d walked in. I unzipped my pants and without hesitation pressed the head of my cock against her pussy lips. Her body offered no resistance. She was wet already and I slid in hard until my stomach slammed against her ass. That’s where I remained, my face now next to hers. Her eyes were closed, her hands spread against the door. Looking through the front door glass I could see cars and people passing by outside.

Then I began to move inside her. Hard, fast and without stopping once. She moaned. I groaned. She pushed back at me. I pushed forward into her. Her lipstick smeared all over the glass as my teeth dug into her shoulder. Her body slammed into the door every time I slammed into her. Someone must have heard. I didn’t care. I needed to cum right then and there. No stopping. No pausing. No catching a breath or changing positions. I fucked her hard and I fucked her properly until I emptied myself inside her…

Being nice is a good way to live life. But to be like that all the time? No. That’s not me. Sometimes it’s better to take ‘nice’ and store it away for a while. Having said that, being the nice guy that I am, she did cum before I did…

Copyright © MyRedBike - Dirty thoughts of a clean mind

Yesss, please