The Hairpulling Thread

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Because when he pulls my hair like this... baring my neck to him... every subby button in my psyche gets pushed all at once. Like a Christmas Tree lit up with too many lights.
My knees buckle, my mouth waters and goes dry at the same time and my pussy throbs in anticipation.
It takes so little. And it does so much.
Pull my hair.
Fist it into your hand.
And watch me melt before your eyes.
Your compliant subby fuck toy.
 
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Because when he pulls my hair like this... baring my neck to him... every subby button in my psyche gets pushed all at once. Like a Christmas Tree lit up with too many lights.
My knees buckle, my mouth waters and goes dry at the same time and my pussy throbs in anticipation.
It takes so little. And it does so much.
Pull my hair.
Fist it into your hand.
And watch me melt before your eyes.
Your compliant subby fuck toy.
I swear, Cascadia, I think you could write a description of a paperclip & it would still come out erotic! Your words work better than my Cialis! LOL
 
I swear, Cascadia, I think you could write a description of a paperclip & it would still come out erotic! Your words work better than my Cialis! LOL
Challenge accepted. My apologies to the readers... no hair-pulling is included in this story post. Feel free to move along.

Ode to a paperclip

Oh the paperclip- most innocent of office supplies. Generally useful to hold papers together, but when you *really* want it to hold, we turn to a stapler.
That innocent paperclip... simple wraps and turns of wire. How my luv turns it into so much more.
He picks up the paperclip and warms it in his hands. Seemingly contemplating its complexity... its simplicity... and then I see his evil smirk.
That smirk tells me he has ideas for me. Ideas I crave and ideas that make me quake. Ideas that turn me into a twisted mess of subby girl goo.
Fuck...
He says... "I think I want you quiet for awhile. I want you to remember I can quiet your voice. You love it when I gag you sometimes, right?" I nod. Blushing. I do like it. Because I can get loud. And out of control. And while he loves me loud and screaming out - especially when he is the direct cause... sometimes he needs me or wants me to be quiet. Those times when he wants to torment me sexually, or even make me cum again and again but not call attention to just what devious things he's doing to me. Or, just because.

Today... it seems to be that- just because.

"Open your pretty little mouth that I love to fuck with my cock. Think about all the ways your mouth pleases me. That's right. Stick out your tongue." I can feel my pussy clench. His words always impact me so viscerally. They cut through me and twist my subby soul in his hands.
Obediently I open my mouth. Stick out my tongue. Blushing. Looking down. "No darling... look at me. Watch me." My eyes fly to his. The paperclip...one of the large size... he opens it just enough to place on the tip of my tongue. I feel it bite into my tender flesh. My eyes water. I stare into his eyes. I can already feel my saliva pooling. He grins. I leave my tongue out. The silver metal tormenting me, just within my vision. I try to still myself. To just feel. To just accept. To know that he wants this. To watch me struggle. To take this unearned punishment just because.
"Undress," he says.
I look around. Yes, the office is closed... but this is my place of work. There are lots of windows. And others with off hours access. I look at him meaningfully. Willing him to hear my silent objection.
He smiles. Rather, he smirks.
"Yes, baby girl. Now. Undress."
Wordless, my tongue held captive, I obey. Striping one item at a time. In his preferred order. Folding each garment and putting it aside. Feeling the heat of his gaze under the florescent lights. My tongue stilled. My objections silenced. My obedience blooms under his control.
Naked I stand before him. Drool slides down my chin. Quivering and nervous. Thinking about his cock in my mouth as he asked me to. Feeling the mild humiliation of this ridiculous paperclip latched onto my tongue. How effectively he has silenced me. How completely it now controls me. My saliva dripping now onto my breasts. Reduced to a naked drooling girl. Just because. And because I have chosen this. All of this. The CMnf dynamic. The control. The freedom that bring his submissive gives me. Freedom to act on my inner slut. Freedom to explore depravity and ride the wave of deepening sexual submission.

Another paperclip is in his hands. A smaller one this time. He pulls on my left nipple. Hard. Twisting and pulling with a firm pinch. And then places the clip on my nipple. Mmmmm. Fuck. That pinch. The clip raw end poking into my pink nipple. Squashing it flat. Quick intake of breath... and I'm reminded of the now mostly dulled, but insistent pain of the clip on my tongue. The constant dribbling of drool onto my chest has now nearly coated my breast slopes. My skin turning to gooseflesh as it chills in the overly air-conditioned office.
I know what's next. He tugs on my right nipple. Even harder. Twists and pulls and pinches. I always respond to this. The zing to my cunt when my nipples are toyed with, teased or tormented. He smirks again. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. And the third clip is applied. My nipple smashed flat.

The ache settles in. I force myself to breath. To just accept the pain he is giving me. To revel in the attention he is giving me. To give over. To submit. That sub space fuzzy feeling is beginning to wash over me. I feel that peace that comes with submission.

.... and there is more.
 
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