We always talk about “signs of a terrible Dom” so let’s talk about some signs of an actually good Dom
They ask you about your day: They show compassion and actually want to listen about how your day went
They ALWAYS want to keep fields of communication open: Whether you’re in the middle of a kinky-as-fuck scene or you two are in a heated argument, the means of communication is ALWAYS open. Once you give your safe word, IT IS DONE
Aftercare is a top priority. No matter what this is for you in particular, they put a lot of emphasis on aftercare (cuddling, movie watching, bath time, etc.)
They aren’t afraid to scold you when you actually mess up. Sometimes we fuck up, both with our dynamics or we screwed up something at work or school. Doms will scold you, put also help cheer you up and might even offer ways to make it positive
Sex might be apart of the dynamic, but it’s not the focus. I get the fact some people get involved with other BDSM partners for the sole reason of sex, but outside of those VERY SPECIFIC DYNAMICS, sex is NOT the sole focus. It might be a fun “add on”, but it’s NOT the primary objective (penetrative sex or other forms of sex acts).
They are concerned for your safety, but don’t overdo it. They want you safe, but don’t take it to the paranoid level where they need to track every little thing you do.
They respect your privacy. EVERYONE has secrets (”skeletons in your closest”), even among romantic partners who have been partners for a long time, people have stuff they just don’t feel comfortable confessing every little thing in their life. A respectful Dom understands this and doesn’t need to go spying on you or attempt to invade your privacy (track internet history, track phone usage, track where you’ve been, etc.)
They trust you. A Dom who doesn’t trust you will purposely try to fuck up the relationship/dynamic, they will show severe jealousy, and other negative aspects. A Dom that trusts you will respect YOU as a person as well as you to keep your word on different things.
When disagreements happen, they use constructive language. There is not a healthy relationship on this earth that is 100% argument/disagreement free. However, whenever these do happen, it is NOT a “me against you” style argument (”I WON THE ARGUMENT”, none of that). It is done in a way with minimal accusatory/hurtful statements
They respect your hard limits. Doms know hard limits don’t mean “convince me”. They know to stay the fuck away from hard limits with a ten foot freaking pole.
Sherlock felt heat bloom across his cheeks as he blushed, despite his best efforts not to. He concentrated on the looping pattern of the carpet under his feet (while trying to ignore his reflection in the shiny, white, patent leather of his buckled shoes).
“A bit higher, love…let Uncle Greg get a good look at you.”
Sherlock’s belly gave a funny, albeit not unpleasant twist at the words. He obeyed, and lifted the ruffled hem of his pink tulle skirt. Underneath, his cock strained heavily against the thin fabric of his matching panties…already, there was a tiny, darkened spot where a bit of precum had leaked.
Across the room, Greg tsk’ed; “Stained your knickers already, muffin? That’s not good. Come here.”
Sherlock swallowed thickly and walked towards Greg, the spot on his panties already growing.
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“That’s it, there’s a good girl,” Greg practically growled, his voice a constant rumble in Sherlock’s ears. “Just a little more, that’s it…show me how good you are.”
Sherlock grunted as he rocked against Greg’s thigh, straddled between his thighs. “I, I, I…” Sherlock breathed, unable to say or even think more than a string of barely comprehensible words. “G-good, yeah.”
“ ‘Yeah’, what?!”Greg reached back and swatted Sherlock’s panty-clad arse, and Sherlock sucked in a sharp gasp as the throbbing in his cock quickened to a pace that made him see stars. His grinding became frantic. “Y-yeah, ungh, y-yes, yessssir!” he babbled.
Greg rumbled his approval as he kneaded Sherlock pert little asscheek in his hand roughly. “Better.” He then took both hands and suddenly held Sherlock’s waist, stilling him.
Sherlock mewled pathetically…he’d been so close.
Greg squeezed, and Sherlock gasped again at the sharp pain from Greg’s fingers digging in to his flesh.
“Now..,” Greg let one hand drift to Sherlock’s cock and play with it through the silky-soft garment, using one fingertip to trace the outline from his balls to the head, making Sherlock twitch–
“…piss yourself.”
Sherlock moaned and let his head fall back as he began to pee, a thin dribble and quickly turning into a hot, thick flood as he let go what he’d been holding back since their game began.
Greg gritted his teeth as he watched his hand get coated in hot piss and yanked the waistband of Sherloc’s panties down, freeing his still-pissing cock and flinging droplets onto his own shirt. “Jesus fuck,” he groaned, and then took Sherlock’s cock in his hand and started to rub him off. “Filthy little girl, you’re Uncle Greg’s disgusting little piss princess, aren’t you?!”
Sherlock was wordless as he began to thrust in Greg’s grip. They were far from finished with their game.
Uncle Greg had a piss kink. And Sherlock was all too eager to play along.
Lol, that was quick! 😛 I’ll work on one ( it’ll probably be pillow humping, shhh) when I get back on my computer, nonny!
Sadie:
12.
Diapered pillow humping (nsfw under the cut)
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“Be Ready.”
That was the last text John had sent right before getting off work. The last, and only text he’d sent in response to several filthy and increasingly needy texts from one particularly needy little boy.
“Be Ready.”
John checked his phone again, just as he was leaving the clinic: no answer.
Good. That meant that previously idle hands were now busy.
John took his time getting home, a faint smirk permanently plastered onto his face (and his cock straining against the fly of his trousers).
He took his time going up the stoop.
He took his time climbing the stairs (and making as much noise as possible as he did so).
He could hear the heavy panting even before he made it to their landing.
He took his time opening the door (again, making as much noise as he could with fumbling and jingling his keys on purpose).
All of that time and patience and straining and throbbing proved worth it as he opened the door…
And there was Sherlock in the middle of the sitting room floor, stripped down to nothing but the nappy John had left him in that morning…straddling John’s pillow and thrusting into it with enough force that John’s cock nearly busted though his zipper.
John was watching as Sherlock’s arse rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell in time with the grunting, when the salacious little whore looked up and noticed that he had an audience.
It didn’t stop him. If anything, he quickened his pace as he stared at John, slack-jawed and eyes glazed over, face and chest flushed with the effort.
Drool dribbled from the corner of Sherlock’s open, heaving mouth, leaving a long, thin line from his bottom lip to the puddle it left on the floor below him.
John bit his lip and reached down to squeeze his cock through his jeans.
A reminder not all subs are the same. Tumblr sub blogs almost appear like a monoculture of “popular” kink but remember not all subs like being degraded, not all subs like being used, not all subs like being bratty. Not all subs are poly or play with multiple partners, not all subs enjoy sex, not all subs like being slapped, not all subs like being spit on, not all subs like being spoilt financially, not all subs like older partners, not all subs enjoy being tied up, not all subs are masochists!! And this doesn’t make them any less of a perfect sub.
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