Tag Archives: pain
Good boy: Cunt-punching and gender euphoria
This gorgeous true story about cunt-punching and non-binary gender euphoria, is written and read by Blake, from Dreams of Spanking. It includes some consensual kink play, specifically punching, and is based on a blog post written in late 2020 when Blake and their partner had been dealing with the pandemic for a few months, in lockdown for much of it, and their baby at the time had only just turned one.
I’m bent over the sofa, naked. My lover is punching my arse. Every thump sends deep vibrations echoing through my body. They would be spanking me if they could, but it would wake the baby. Punching is quieter.
Guest blog: Bring it, babe/Please Sir, may I have some more?
One of the things I love about kink is the challenge of it, when it’s hard. Being pushed within boundaries by a dominant and feeling that rush of knowing you took something hard. Today’s incredible guest blog, by Komplicated Kitty, is exactly that – a gloriously hot, intense kink scene which made me feel like I was being pushed along with the author. And hurt, satisfied, whipped, beaten, nudged… it’s glorious.
The cane – counting strokes
This fabulous sexy snippet about the cane is written by Sirensgrace from Fetlife, and it’s read here by Girl on the Net.
The cane lands across my ass with a sharp crack, pushing a moan from my lips.
First time femme domme: anticipation, pain and pleasure
This fabulous first time femme domme story is written and recorded by Robyn of RobynEatsEverything. This piece contains BDSM including impact play, nipple clamps, and a pinwheel.
As my finger hovers a centimetre away from their skin, threatening to make contact, they start to beg; they whimper and whine and plead with me to touch them. Their face is contorted, their eyes crumpled closed, as though the lack of touch is causing them excruciating pain. I study them and consider gently pushing my finger into their chest, granting them the relief they’re so desperate for, but only briefly; it is far too delicious watching them tremble and quake. As my finger continues to float its way across their naked body, closely following the contours of their chest, they let out an anguished groan as they realise they’re not going to feel it.
The Plague Doctor: a mask, a bullwhip and caring kink
This gorgeous story about caring kink and a Plague Doctor mask is written by The Queer Earthling, and read aloud here by My Wild Lens. Content note: this story features intense impact, COVID-19 mentions, D/s dynamics including “Daddy”, and medical play (kinda).
It’s my metamour’s fault, really. He’s the one who asked Damien to take a picture in their plague doctor outfit, so he could use it as a desktop wallpaper.