Prompt #45 [NSFW]
Added 2024-09-15 18:52:42 +0000 UTCHe kissed my neck and said something like, “I want to grow old with you” and I sighed loudly at the corniness of it all. “How about I want to fill you with my cum every day for the rest of our lives?” Ah, there we are. That’s my good boy. He already knew to reach for the rope cuffs.
The rope was nice. It was an unfortunate purple color, though - just ordinary purple. Like a Crayola crayon. That really is a shame when it could have been lavender, mauve, thistle or orchid. But it was a nice change from everything else being red & black or glow-in-the-dark.
We made the rope wet so it compressed. Then, I tightened the cuffs. The idea was that the rope would expand as it dried and be incredibly difficult to break out of while being far less damaging to the skin than metal or hard plastic. He liked to be able to really fight it. Handcuffed to the pole, he would slowly start to lose his fucking sanity.
First I went to kiss him but when he opened his mouth, I spit and grabbed his neck. His cock shot up like a rocket. I asked him “Do you want to squeeze my juicy ass while I tongue your throat?” and he whimpered. I could see his hands grasping at the air like a fucking crazy person. Rope burn was starting to form. He would not get to touch my ass, nor would I tongue his throat.
I turned around and bend over - his cock just out of reach. He thrust it forward and I moved away. I didn’t need to look to see the rope burns deepen.
I spread myself and heard the yearning. The pleading. The whole time telling him that he could never dream of fucking me because he doesn’t deserve me. That I want to show him what he can never have. That he’s mine to torture and fill with wanton agony. I own him.
He’s crying now. His cock is throbbing. He’s losing hydration.
One pump is all it takes and I swallow a deluge of cum like I’m trying to get a brain-freeze from a milkshake.
He’s almost asleep by the time I set him free.
[next is Prompt #9]
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& p.s. mister doctorR, this is a [mostly] true story {and I left out details like the disgust on his face and in his eyes one of the last times he saw me naked} and the reason I cannot adequately express how much work like Venus and Kintsugi and your general appreciation and love of all bodies mean to me, so thank you once again for being you (and [you]) 💖
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2025-06-02 17:14:25 +0000 UTCI wrote for this prompt at the time, but I didn't wind up posting it because it felt too personal. So now that nobody is going to read it... [also I feel kind of bad ruining the '69 comments' (nice) but not bad enough to not do it] He kissed my neck and said something like “I want to grow old with you” and I sighed loudly at the corniness of it all. “How about I want to fill you with my cum every day for the rest of our lives?” Ah, there we are. That’s my good boy. He already knew to reach for the ...I startle awake then, and the memory brings the tears, and I’m too half-awake to clamp down on the emotion. I get up and drink some of he water from the crystal glass on my bedside bookcase, then go to pee. “What was that about?” I think to myself. “It’s been over a decade!” I wander to the kitchen and pull 2 Mallomars out of the package, and then a third, and pour a glass of chocolate soy milk (lactose is not my friend). Gods I love Mallomar season. I sit at my dining room table and open up my journal. “Why,” I begin, “am I having this dream? I left him over a decade ago. All of the reasons for that were valid.” I put down my pen and let my mind wander while I take a bite of my first Mallomar of the year. I remember, as the chocolate and marshmallow melt on my tongue, the time he looked at my belly and said “I think I found where all the cookies went,” and my second bite is probably more aggressive than it needs to be. “See!” I say to myself aloud (but quietly; it’s the middle of the night). “Good reasons! Myriad and valid and good!” I pause again and think back through my day. “Ohhh, there it is. I see now.” I’d gone to the grocery store earlier, and driving home I’d stopped to wait for an older couple crossing the street, her left elbow linked in his right, as though they were holding each other up. Her hair died blonde, his steely gray, both just a little hunched over having an animated conversation judging by the gesticulations of her right hand. I paused a little too long at that stop sign, watching them a moment, thinking about how the more time that goes by, the less likely that I’ll have that - that I’ll grow old with someone, cornily, animatedly; that I’ll even be kissed, let alone filled with cum (gods do I miss that feeling). I sigh, slowly, melancholy, and pop the entirety of the second Mallomar in my mouth. They’re smaller than they used to be, but it’s still a lot of cookie for one bite. I laugh a little at myself and crumbs tumble from my mouth to the tablecloth, like some kind of cookie monster, and then I laugh harder still. I pick up my crystal glass, remembering how he used to make fun of the things I loved, and get mad that I’d spent money on them, and I revel in no longer having to answer to anyone. I look around my apartment, my home, that I bought myself, furnished with pieces I love, things that make me *happy*, and remember that I am, in fact, happy (not all the time, of course; that’s an unrealistic expectation). I think about the life I’ve led to this point, the loves I’ve had, emo and corny and romantic and furious and melodramatic and passionate and sexy and remember how lucky I am to have lived this life I’ve lived, to have loved and lost and loved again. I finish my last Mallomar and refill my sparkling crystal glass; on my way back to bed, I pause in front of the full-length mirror and look at my swoop of white hair and the crow’s feet in the corners of my eyes and the laugh lines around my mouth and my big belly full of cookies and food I love, and I smile. I love myself now, in a way I didn’t when I was with someone else, and that seems pretty romantic too. I get back into bed and turn off the light, and I fall back into a deep and dreamless sleep.
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2025-06-01 16:09:58 +0000 UTCDamn Meg!!! Scorching Domme
Jamie
2024-09-21 03:55:00 +0000 UTCThis was so hot, Doc. Woof! 😩😍
Sybil ❄️
2024-09-16 16:48:24 +0000 UTCAhh we love a DLCS callback 😍
meg
2024-09-16 02:38:51 +0000 UTCHe kissed my neck and said something like, “I want to grow old with you” and I sighed loudly at the corniness of it all. “How about I want to fill you with my cum every day for the rest of our lives?” Ah, there we are. That’s my good boy. He already knew to reach for the drawer in the night stand. The one that held the beloved items that would make both of us see stars. “Which one do you want, baby?” “I want your cock inside of me and the wand on my clit and then once we both have cum once we see how the wand works on you and you can cum in my mouth” He whimpered at that, just like I knew he would. “Now be the good boy I know you are and make me scream your name” He knew my body better then anyone. He knew to wrap his hand around my throat or sink his teeth into my shoulder. He knew when I was close and how to keep me on edge until I shattered at his touch. He knew the sucking a mark into my collar bone would make me whine and pull his hair. He knew that as much as he was my good boy, I was his dirty little cum slut. That the power games flowed between as easy as water. That we belonged to each other and could make each other shake, moan and fall apart at the smallest touch. We fall apart in each others and then put each other back together again.
Amber Love
2024-09-16 02:36:04 +0000 UTCHe kissed my neck and said something like, “I want to grow old with you,” and I sighed loudly at the corniness of it all. “How about I want to fill you with my cum every day for the rest of our lives?” Ah, there we are. That’s my good boy. He already knew to reach for the small, intricately carved box on the bedside table, his fingers trembling with a mixture of excitement and nerves. I watched him as he opened the box, and a slow, sultry smile spread across his face as he removed the silk scarf inside. It was a rich crimson, which perfectly matched the lip stain I’d applied that morning. “Perfect,” I murmured, my voice dripping with seduction. “Now, why don’t you let me help you with this?” I took the scarf from him, my touch lingering a moment longer than necessary. My fingers brushed lightly against his hips as I guided him to sit comfortably on the edge of the bed. I wrapped the silk around his wrists, tying it with a knot that was firm but not restrictive. “Trust me,” I whispered, my lips brushing against his ear. “Tonight is about surrendering.” I began to trace my fingers lightly over his exposed skin, exploring the warm skin of his chest and shoulders. Each touch was a tease, a promise of what was to come. I leaned in closer, letting my breath warm his neck as I nibbled along his collarbone. My fingers worked their way lower, exploring his warm skin where my comfort lived. I could feel his pulse quicken, his breath hitching with every touch. His moans were a symphony that only spurred me on, encouraging me to explore more, to tease him. I leaned in, my lips brushing his ear as I murmured, “You’re such a good boy. I’m going to make sure this night is unforgettable.”
meg
2024-09-16 02:17:10 +0000 UTCGetting dommy mommy River vibes. 🥵
Catherine
2024-09-16 01:29:02 +0000 UTCQuite right Caro! Doc that was so tasty - rope? yep. And that perspective from you twisted my brain so nicely.
Jamie
2024-09-16 01:15:29 +0000 UTCYoooo, drRapture. That was excellent. 🫡
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-09-15 22:18:49 +0000 UTCFUCKING HELL WOMAN 🥵 you dropped this 👑
siesta_maven
2024-09-15 22:10:51 +0000 UTCHe kissed my neck and said something like, “I want to grow old with you,” and I sighed loudly at the corny sentiment of it all. “How about I want to fill you with my cum every day for the rest of our lives?” Ah, there we are. That’s my good boy. He already knew to reach for the jut of my ankle to prop it on his shoulder. His fingers traced the angle of my jaw, the line of my throat, across my clavicle and down the center of my body. Palm spreading to encompass my hip, his thumb dipped into the crease of my thigh and slid down to where his question left me slick and wanting. “Will you?” Words were a little hazier to grasp, less concrete declarations than concepts floating about when he sank into me. Curling his thumb, and drawing out, once then twice, he taunted me until I answered. ”Let you fill me like an eclair every day for the rest of forever? I’d think about it.” A sly smile teased at the edge of his mouth, sucking his bottom lip between pearly teeth. “Well, thank you for the gracious consideration, your majesty.” Sliding up, he circled my clit, tapping it with the pad of his thumb, just hard enough for a gasp before pulling back. “Oh, sorry, did you want something?” ”You know what I want.” My hips moved of their own volition, pulling towards him like a magnet, seeking more of his touch. He laughed, angling back, the only point of contact my ankle still hooked on his shoulder. Reaching down, he circled my nipple with a rough finger, a scrape of nail, hunger in his eyes when I moaned. ”Say it and you can have whatever you want.” I hooked a heel around his neck and yanked, knocking him off-balance, pushing out of the way where he fell on the mattress. Swinging a knee over his thighs, grinding over the jut of his cock, he was admitting defeat in no time. “I already have everything I want. Now stop fucking around and get me off.” He bucked up underneath me, moaning my name and pleading to come inside. His fingers, his tongue, his cock, all anxious to slip inside and fight for their turn to bring me to shuddering, writhing pleasure. Gripping his wrists in mine, I licked into his mouth and tasted victory. Sucking on his tongue, I felt his cock jerk under me, slick at the tip. “You’re so pretty when you beg.” “Please let me make you cum. Please.” He flexed his fingers, clenching around air at my sides. “May I touch you? Please?” I nodded and he wrapped his palms around my breasts, burying his face between them. Kneading their weight, his thumbs flicked at my nipples again, circling and cupping, bringing the tip to his lips. “Let me taste you, please.” I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled him closer. His tongue laved over my skin, pebbling beneath the damp swipes, hissing when his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. I rocked over his lap, using the tip of his cock to slide up between my lips to prod against my clit, nudging it over and over. He was wet, not just from where I was leaking against him, but slippery and eager with pre-cum. ”Who do you belong to?” I rode the length of his cock, using it like his fingers to rub my clit, refusing him entrance when the head hit the mouth of my cunt. I kissed him, swallowing the way he was begging to push deep inside, circling my hips to tease myself with his crown. “Please, dear God, fuck. You. I’m yours. Always yours.” Nipping his bottom lip between my teeth, I sucked it, hard. I slid down, the first inch resting just inside me while I clenched around him. “Yes, holy shit. Yours, please let me in.” My hands locked behind his neck when I sank onto him fully. Just one go, enveloping him with slick, wet heat. His eyes nearly rolled back and he let out a shout. Rocking my hips up, I looked at him beneath me. “You promised to fill me with cum.” “Oh fuck, yes. Let me fill you up. Please. Until you’re dripping with it, fucking trails down those pretty thighs. Let me lick you clean. Please. Just let me fuck you. It’ll be so good.” I took him to the hilt. “Prove it.” With a growl, he reared back and thrust up again, fingers clenching into my hips and around my back. His feet flat on the bed for leverage, he fucked into me like a man possessed. I reached down, circling my clit with my fingers, rubbing with the same rhythm he was pounding into me. On the knife’s edge of release, I slipped them to the base of his cock, where we were joined, coating them and smearing it over his lips before sealing our mouths together. He came with a shout, a moment after I did, the rippling waves of pleasure radiating through me choking his cock. I felt him shoot inside me, warm and slippery streams adding to the slick mess between us. Letting the galloping thump of our hearts calm a little, I bent forward, laid my head down on his chest, tracing furls and lines across the skin. He slipped free and stretched out beneath me. His hand swept from the top of my head down my spine and back, over and over, the hypnotic rhythm lulling me into a half-slumber. “Forever sounds good.”
Megan (mlgreads)
2024-09-15 21:59:09 +0000 UTCThe coven is fierce today 🥵
Delicada19🫀
2024-09-15 21:53:49 +0000 UTCAlso, would be remiss not to compliment the chef: YOOF, Doc. Yum 🔥
caroscope
2024-09-15 21:43:45 +0000 UTCWHAT is in the water in this clinic today?! Gal pals I am sweating and it's not the perimenopause!
Margaret Peffy Margie Maggie
2024-09-15 21:14:10 +0000 UTCI absolutely adore your writing. Every word begins to build a world around me and it feels so real. Truly magical. ❤️
Delicada19🫀
2024-09-15 21:06:47 +0000 UTC[Girl], Interrupted. 9 September. Just after 11pm. [if memory serves] He kissed my neck and said something like, “I want to grow old with you” and I sighed loudly at the corniness of it all. “How about I want to fill you with my cum every day for the rest of our lives?” Ah, there we are. That’s my good boy. He already knew to reach for the “What are you up to? Oh. Hold on. I think I know. You’ve got that look.” “Hmm? What’s that, baby? What look?” [I looked up at him. That face, beautiful in its asymmetries and honest in its passion. His face.] “That look. You know. The pouty little smile, the twinkly, faraway eyes. Pink cheeks. That thing you do when you hook one foot behind the other and squeeze. Tell me. What are you reading?” [I felt him lean down, his chest pressing into my back, pushing me into the cool kitchen counter where I’d perched on elbows and breasts and read this prompt. Sequoia of a man, he makes me feel small while telling me I’m his universe. I felt his head notch into my neck and inhale, smelling amber and jasmine and rose and coffee and honey and sweat: his girl. His eyes trailed to my overworked laptop. I write every day, all day, forever student; but she writes in a velvet without time or place, the clicking of keys heartbeats—and he likes it. He likes you too, you know. He read and I felt his hand seek the curve where ample ass fat met the hem of my very tiniest cotton shorts—I knew what I was doing when I stripped away the workday. It’s like I could hear the machine of his eyes whirring, following a tennis match of romance and need, good boys and better girls] “Well that’s fucking sweet. What are you going to write?” [His other hand—the one free from the elastic prison of teasing fabric—travelled lazily to my jaw, making stops at that softest place where thigh meets pelvis, up to tummy, up up further still to breast and collarbone. Neck. He plays me like a cello, melodic curve matching the intonation of my unexpected alto] She said it with her chest: “Probably something a little [ok, a lot] meta, probably a version of [you], if that’s alright.” [He rested his thumb on my bottom lip, his index finger tucked under my chin. A gentle, tender preview for an intimate and imminent choreography of cock and throat. I couldn't help but smile] “Always. But just one question. Where do you go when you [brackets]?” “What do you mean?” “You’re selective with brackets and it’s like the bracketed text is a different you. Is that caroscope? Is that [you]?” “I think I save the brackets for something closer to truth more often, or emphasis, a cheeky aside. But I’m not always sure which narrator is doing the truthing. It’s instinct, almost. And subconsciously [consciously] influenced by drR’s writing.” “[I like] when [you] brackets. It feels more real. [And] that’s hot, to [me].” [Ah, there we are. That’s my good boy. He already knew to reach for the brackets]
caroscope
2024-09-15 21:00:51 +0000 UTC
