I’m going to untie you

“I’m going to untie you”, she told him, idly stroking his cock.

“Yes Ma’am”, he replied, breathing heavily, his cock hard and leaking precome from all of the activity so far, his nipples aching, his arse tensing to stop him thrusting up into her hand… he’s dying to come.

“Are you listening”? she demanded.

“Yes Ma’am” he nodded and looked up at her, his eyes clouded with need.

She leaned down to whisper into his ear, “I’m going to untie you and bring your mouth to my cunt – you are going to lick me until I come”.

He felt goosebumps, butterflies in his stomach, his cock jumping, he nodded quickly, “Yes Ma’am”. He wanted to smile, but daren’t, he wanted this so badly, he didn’t want to blow it.

“When I come, if I come”, she added pointedly, “you are immediately going to shove your cock in my cunt and fuck me… do you understand?”

He nodded again, stifling a moan that was rising in his throat at the thought, “Yes Ma’am”.

“Repeat it back to me”

He stammered, afraid of failing already, distracted by her fingers playing with his cock, “Uhhmm… you are going to untie me…and I am going to lick you until you come” he looked at her, a question in his eyes, saying the words making his cock leap. She did not respond, so he continued, “When you come, immediately after you come, you want me to… errm… you want my cock in your… uhhmm… cunt… and… ermmm… you want me to fuck you… Ma’am?”. He waited for her approval, holding his breath, his mind temporarily off his cock, which she was still stroking softly with her fingertips.

She smiled at him, “It sounds even better when you say it”.

He smiled broadly back, his breath escaping in a hiss, relieved, “I have to disagree there Ma’am… when you say it, it’s much hotter.”

She laughed, “One more thing…”

He waited, his heart beating a little faster, wondering if there was some cruel twist.

“You will not come when you fuck me… Do you understand?”

He nodded wildly again, his mouth already salivating in anticipation of tasting her, he would have agreed to anything, “Yes Ma’am”.

She reached over him and undid his bonds. She lay beside him, gripped his hair to guide his head down her body, his tongue already out of his mouth, flicking out to touch any part of her that he could reach on the way down to her pussy. She held his mouth at her cunt and shoved her hips up toward him as she pushed his head down.


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Please, please don’t

I cuff him and tie him spread-eagled to the bed. I take out the piercing gear and lay it out. The 14 gauge needles , clamps, antiseptic, anticipating the pain he would be in soon.

He is nervous, this is the first time I have restrained him for a piercing. I lean down to kiss him, soft, gentle kisses, he returns them hesitantly.

“It will be fine, baby.”

I reassure him, stroke his cheek.

“It will hurt, but it will be fine.”

I kiss him again, a little harder this time, and whisper “hurt” into his mouth over and again as I push against him a little harder. I run my hand down over his chest playing with his nipples, pulling at them, and he lets out a low moan as I pinch first one, hard, then the other.

Something in him ticks over, and he suddenly arches up to me, kissing me aggressively, hard, shoving his lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth, a deep growl in his throat and I move over him, straddling him, his cock under me, his hips lifting and I hold his head up to me as we kiss and the bed rocks with him straining against me and against his bonds.

I finally pull away, we are both breathing heavily. I look at the needles and look at him.

I settle in beside him and wipe down his right nipple. He watches me, his eyes going to my face then to my hands on his skin. I lean over to kiss him and he reaches for me, wanting more.

I clamp his nipple and bring the needle-point to his skin and I push it into his flesh, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, watching his face… nervous, fearful, then contorting with pain, a grunting and holding of breath, and then he melts into the endorphins as the needle comes out the other side. I leave it sticking into his nipple, playing with it mildly, stroking his skin around it, and down past his ribs to his hip and I flutter my fingers over his straining cock, feeling him respond.

I hold up another needle. He looks at me and shakes his head.

“I can’t,” he says, a dreamy quality to his voice despite his matter of fact tone, “I’m endorphined out”.

I look back at him.

He shakes his head again, “No, I can’t, I really can’t.”

He knows I won’t do it, he is unconcerned.

I unwrap the needle. His eyes widen as the realisation dawns. I wipe down his left nipple.

“No, please really, please Ma’am! I can’t do another one, I can’t! Please don’t do this! Really, I can’t!”, he is shaking his head violently now, “Please, please don’t!”

I squeeze his left nipple into the clamp. I bring the needle to it, and watch his face as I press the point into the tender skin. He gasps and I push, slowly, slowly, and his face registers the pain, his mouth open, a sound coming out, like a keening, and as the needle disappears into his flesh, his face tightens, his jaw clenches, his limbs pull against his bonds and then as the needle comes out the other side, his features soften into bliss, his cock is rock hard and flowing precome, and his eyes are on mine and it’s beautiful.

And he whispers to me about his arousal at me hurting him like this, how much he loves it loves it loves itlovesit when I hurt him like this. And my heart feels like it will burst with his trust, and the rush of power and protectiveness I feel goes straight to my cunt, and his whispering and his hard cock and his blissed-out face make me want to devour him.

I undo one of his cuffs, and bring his hand to his cock, and he masturbates for me while I manipulate the needles in his nipples and play with my mouth on his, his gasping when I hurt him making him increase the pace on his cock, his arousal making me rock against the bed.

When he is about to come, he looks askance at me and I nod permission and I watch him stay on the edge for a moment, and when he starts to come, I quickly pull one of the needles out of his nipple with a twist. He registers the shock and pleasure and arches up off of the bed and comes, his muscles straining against the bonds as his body convulses, his eyes locked on mine.

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I am exhausted, can barely keep my eyes open, lying under the sheet, waiting for sleep to take me. I shift a little to the edge of the bed and reach down. My fingers find skin and I travel it lightly, orientating myself to you. I hear you shift as you turn your face up to me, and my fingertips touch your hair, forehead, eyes behind eyelids flickering at my touch, your lashes heavy and dark, even in the dark, over your cheek, and I touch your lips, soft soft soft and I stroke them, so soft, and I push just a little and your mouth opens for me, and I can hear you breathing, and I slide two fingers into your wetness and your lips close around them and you suck gently at them, your tongue a soft lapping.

And oh, god, it immediately makes me wet, your mouth and your tongue and your lips, and I feel my heartbeat quicken and my breathing into the darkness gets heavy and shallow, and I close my eyes, so tired, and let your mouth become distant, like a dream of a mouth, and I feel myself drift away, knowing you are there, tethered by the side of my bed, my fingers in your mouth and I wonder if you will sleep. Will you sleep?

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Kiss goodbye

I’m thinking about kissing you goodbye: a lingering, panting, desperate, hard, full body-contact kiss aching with need and want and hunger and loss, all mouth and lips and tongue and grabbing and melting and it tastes so fucking good I want to hurt you to get more.

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Sugasm #152

The best of this week’s blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #153? Submit a link to your best post of the week by emailing me directly at radicalvixenatgmaildotcom Participants, repost the link list within a week and you’re all set.

This Week’s Picks

Sugarbutch Star: Maze – The Girl in the Red Dress
“She’s the kind of girl who brings out the worst in me.”

treat or … fuck
“He looked like I had just given him a car for Christmas and he gently took my hand and led me upstairs. ”

A Life Exposed and Amplified
“We were breaking the rules and being dirty.”

Mr. Sugasm Himself
Sugar Bank

Editor’s Choice
I told him I loved him. He gave me a pen.

More Sugasm

Join the Sugasm

See also: Fleshbot’s Sex Blog Roundup each Tuesday and Friday.

(Sugasm participants should re-post all the links above within a week. The following links may be excluded as long as you include all the above links.)

Erotic Writing and Experiences
Break On Through
Eiffel Tower
Fast Jenny
A Few Orgasms Before Bed
Goodbye, my Love
Mexican Girlfriend
Mixing business and pleasure
Mistaken Identity

Sex Advice
How to Have Anal Sex with a Big Penis
Is Fantasizing Wrong?
Is Sex Without Oral a Dealbreaker? You Decide.
Lasting Longer in Bed

NSFW Pics, Videos & Audio
Georgia Jones wants to go for a ride
HNT. Forest Nymph
HNT! (One more cherry, popped.)
Kamila – The Restoration
More from the knee socks series
PSA: Breast Cancer Awareness

Sex Work

Dating Civilians 101

Sex News, Reviews, & Interviews
A New Twist on an Anal Sex Toy
On Tuesday, Vote for Equality

BDSM & Fetish
-3 Days
Bad Girl
The big dodge
Blind date: Impressions of a Dom
Dirty Boy
egg scissors
Do you want to cum? How bad?
Jake gets Punished in Spanking Movie
Kneeling In Style
Long Night in Thee Cow Shed
Marked: An Open Letter
Mistress by Proxy, part 2 : the slut
The New Bath Brush
Pimping him out
Pondering Piercings

Sex Humour
Friday Poem: Achy Achy Cunt

Thoughts on Sex and Relationships
Hubby’s Halloween Hit. Confession #167
The Space Between
Two women, two stories


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Show me how to hurt you

‘I’ve never done this before, you have to show me…’

‘Yes Ma’am, I’ll show you, here…like this, you can do it like this…’

‘Like this boy?’

‘No, you can do it tighter… there… and then…’

‘Tight enough now? And what if I do it up this way? How’s that?…’

‘That’s good…nice… but you can be much rougher with me…you are holding back…’

‘Yes, yes, I am… until I see the impact… ok… this? How’s this now?…’

‘Yes, that’s good, pretty good, and then you can use this to add pressure there…’

‘Here…like this?… I can tell that you like that…’

‘Well, just you fucking with me, I like that regardless Ma’am… oh! But that… oh!… yes…!’

‘That hit something didn’t it boy?’

‘Oh yes… that’s… nice… maybe you could also do this Ma’am, at the same time there…’

‘There? Hard like that?…’

‘Oh!… Jeessus! Ummm… yes!!! Ohhh!!…’

‘And this?…’

‘Fuck… yes, please Ma’am, yes…like that…’.

‘Oh, and if I then do it like this… how’s that?’

‘Uhmmm… uhhmmm… oh… ohhhhhh… yeah, that really hurts Ma’am…!’

‘I know, but good or bad? You have to tell me…’

‘Oh…oh… good, yes, good… ohhh…ummm… ugh… yes, good…’

‘Harder boy? tell me if you want it harder…’

‘Uummm… no, no harder…NO! I said NOO! FUCK!!!’

*laugh* ‘Too much, boy?’

‘Ugh… uhmmm… yes… oh… no…no, not too much… almost too much… ooohhhhh… god!… good… ughhhh… jesus!’

‘Ok, what if I do this… this soft nice… on top… good?’


‘Talk to me boy… this now… yes?’

‘Yes Ma’am… yes yes yesyesyes… ughhhh… ohhhh…yes…’

‘Had enough? Want me to stop?’

‘No no please…no please, don’t stop… if you want to go harder Ma’am… please… please…’

‘Ok… here? Like this…? God, you are loving that aren’t you?’

‘Yesyesyes… ohhhh… yes… good, just like that…’

‘God, you are so fucking beautiful like this… here, if I do this now? There?… you sure?’

‘Ohh, god, yes, please pleasepleaseplease…’

‘…and harder, you can take it for me can’t you boy?’

‘Yes yes Ma’am, I can, I can… please…’

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The couch

He slid off the couch and sat at her feet. He lowered his cheek to her knee and rested there. She idly stroked his face, running her fingers through his hair, he almost imperceptibly rubbed his cheek against her leg as she stroked him. She could almost imagine him purring, but he was silent, his eyes closed as she petted him. Her hand left him to turn a page of her book, and she felt him sink down to the floor. He lay there, shifting, squirming, trying to find a position that would make him feel warm, safe, gently, silently trying to find a way to get closer to her. He squeezed himself behind her legs and wrapped his body around her, he pulled her legs into him, curled there on the floor. She shifted her feet, pulling him back against the couch, applying a little pressure to his stomach so he could feel her more strongly, bringing him closer. He was foetal around her feet and he held on to her legs as if she was going to float away. His fingers touched her feet and calves gently, not quite stroking, almost as if he was reassuring himself that she was still there. She turned another page in the silence.

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Card game

I pass you some cards, face down on the table and wait for you to select one and turn it up, watching your expression as you do. And it makes me smile because of course what is on the cards is random, scary, fun, silly, painful, horrible, delicious. And for once, I let you keep your clothes on because it makes you feel safe and protected, and the cards will take care of that soon enough, if you choose one that does, take care of that. And some of those cards will elicit a huge smile and a touch of relief and a softening of those pretty eyes, and that would be lovely. And some of them will make you hard, make you lick your lips, make you moan softly, and god, I would love that. And some of them will make you glance quickly up, and then back down, wanting to put it back on the table, but that’s not an option.

And if you pick one of those cards, the third type, maybe you would hold it in your hands, close to you, resisting turning it up to show me what you had chosen, and I would wait, and in the waiting I would start to lean forward, watching your face and you would look at me with a slight shake of your head and a furrow in your brow, and that starts to make me hunger. And I would wait and hold your gaze and the longer you take, the more I want to see it, that card.

And if you hesitated long enough, and looked unsure enough, and your breathing was getting ragged because you are thinking about what is on the card, I might lean right across the table, and shove you backwards with my mouth on yours, feeling your chair start to tip, and pushing anyway, with my mouth, feeling teeth clash, which makes us both wince, not caring, just wanting it, your mouth. And still you are holding the card, and maybe crushing it a little and kissing me back, and it makes me growl deep in my throat, your lips moving under mine, tasting your tongue, and god the kissing is so fucking good. And it has you not thinking about the card anymore, there, being crushed in your fingers.

Until I pull away, and I look at your hand, holding the card, and I look back into your face, and I say, ‘Show me’.

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Putting him to bed

I put you to bed at 5am, some four hours ago, and I am thinking about you now, trying to work, instead, thinking about you, naked and tied, thinking about you saying ‘thank you Ma’am’ to me, thinking about you, and it’s incredibly hot. I have the entire reel in my head and I play it with different themes (hard, hissy, snarly ‘get on that bed now, boy’ with slapping and spitting; or it being all about sex, scratchy, grabby, rubbing, wet; or it being sweet, soft, gentle, coaxing, kissing), all a little different, all hugely sexy in their own way and I am not sure which I like best. Though you were doe-eyed and sleepy, and your ‘is that okay?’ made me melt, so it was more sweet than anything, this putting you to bed.

‘Take off your boxers, baby, and lie down there for me’, stroking you, touching that bruise you have, the purple one, leaning down to kiss it, unable to resist sinking my teeth in to hear you gasp, and whispering ‘sorry baby’ and laughing softly.

Sitting on the centre of the bed, the sole reason for which is to lie over your chest and stretch along you as I wrap the tie around your wrist, you watch me, leaning on you as I knot it, checking that it’s tight, jerking your wrist against it, then lifting your arm to check how much room you have to move. Leaning then over your lower body, feeling you hard against me. Lying across you to reach your ankle, wrapping the tie around it, and securing it to the bed, pulling it to make sure it’s not going to come undone.

Coming back up to look at your face, you give me a half smile, you look sweet, grateful, vulnerable, expectant. Lying full length on top of you, feeling the warmth of your skin through my clothes, holding both of your hands above your head, fingers entwined, my legs on top of your legs, and yes, I can feel your cock and I shift against it, reaching up for your mouth. Just touching my lips to yours, soft, barely there, a tiny taste of you with my tongue, nudging against your mouth, which makes you crane your neck towards me to try and deepen the kiss, and I press up against your mouth and kiss you hard, my tongue finding yours and forcing your mouth open a little more so I can get further inside you.

And I kiss you for a long time, hearing soft inarticulate sounds of pleasure, yours or mine, I can’t tell, and I can feel you shifting under me, your hips tensing, wanting to push up against me, but you know that’s likely to stop the kissing, so you hold back. And it’s your bedtime and you are tired, can barely keep your eyes open, though I know you wouldn’t argue if I was to stay there, kissing you. And I finally whisper goodnight and I stroke your face and check the bindings before I leave, locking the door behind me.

I wonder if you drifted off, but given you don’t sleep well at the best of times, I doubt it. I imagine you are hard, uncomfortable, exhausted, unable to sleep and you are starting to think this is going to be difficult, and I know you want to do this for me, and you are squirming, shuffling, feeling the ties, and kind of liking that, but wondering if you are going to get any sleep at all, maybe wondering why you said yes to this, asked for it even.

And that, all that, is incredibly hot for me, imagining you there, tethered to your bed, naked, doing this for me. Delicious.

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Wash me

He was kneeling on the edge of the bed, she put a blindfold on him, smoothing the silk over his eyes. Unable to resist his mouth, she kissed him again, nudging at his lips, soft kisses, opening his mouth with hers, gently licking at his tongue, holding him at the back of his neck to bring him to her, his mouth searching for her as she pulled away.

‘Undress me’ she instructed him.

He felt blindly for her fitted t-shirt, and pulled it up over her head. His fingers gently touched her skin, tracing her bra to the clasp at the back. He struggled to undo it. She remained silent, still, a smile on her face as she felt him start to get frustrated with it. It finally came undone and he sighed with relief and pulled it off, her breasts free, nipples hardening in the cool air. He moved on to her jeans, belt and zipper already undone. He pulled them down over her hips and couldn’t reach down further from his position on the bed. She sat on the bed beside him, holding her legs up in front of him, touching his chest with them, he felt for them and pulled her jeans off. She pushed him backwards gently with pressure on his chest and he sat back on his heels. She lowered her legs into his lap.

He touched her knee high boots, running his fingers from the toe, feeling for the zipper on the inside leg. He pulled the zipper down, grabbed the bottom of the boot and tried to pull it off. ‘By the heel’, she whispered, and he nodded, pulling at the stiletto heel, the boot slipping off. He repeated the process with the other boot. His hands then gently felt their way back up her legs, finding the soft fabric of her panties. He slid his fingers into the sides of her panties and she lifted her arse off the bed to allow him to pull them down.

She got up off the bed and stood naked before his blindfolded eyes. She pressed her body up against him, holding his hands behind his back, feeling the warmth of skin on skin, the wetness on his boxers against her hip. He pushed forward against her to get more contact, she took his mouth again, she couldn’t get enough of it, he was delicious.

She pulled him off the bed. ‘Take off your boxers’. He complied quickly, and her eyes travelled his naked body, lean, hard, expectant, his shallow breaths making his body vibrate. His nervous expression made her hunger, made her want to kiss him again, but she refrained. Instead, she took both of his hands in hers and led him into the bathroom. She put him into position in front of the open shower door and made him kneel.

‘Wash me’, she said and put a pump pack of liquid soap into his hand as she stepped into the shower, turning it on.

He made his hands soapy, and leaned into the shower to wash her. She watched him concentrating, his cock hard as he reached blindly for her. He found her thigh, but moved down quickly to start at her feet, she lifted them for him and he washed first one, then the other with care. His hands slid soapy up her legs, gently, yet insistently moving up one leg, then down the other, and again, slipping over her wet body, glancing over her pussy, pausing to soap up, his hands ran over her stomach, his fingers spread, reaching up to her breasts, his touch made her nipples harden, and he caught them between his fingers before moving up to her shoulders, then down first one arm then the other. His hands were gliding again and again up and down her body until she turned to let him reach her back and he pressed his fingers harder against her shoulders, the small of her back and gentle again over her arse, and back down her legs.

When he was done, he pulled back, kneeling up at the entrance to the shower, ‘Ok Ma’am?’, he asked. She ignored him and rinsed, turning the shower off when she finished.

‘Sit back on your heels’. He immediately did as he was told, his unseeing eyes tilted up towards her. She stepped out of the shower and stood over him, dripping water onto his skin. She looked down at his blindfolded face, gripped his hair and took a half step forward, pushing his head backwards, she stepped over him, shoving her pussy against his mouth. He immediately opened his mouth and started licking at her. Watching him made her crazy, his head bent back, half of his face obscured by her pussy, the other half covered by the blindfold, he looked unrecognisable, anonymous, his mouth and tongue desperately working to please her. She rocked against him, rubbing against his mouth as he lapped at her, her breath quickening.

She leaned back from him, ‘Stick out your tongue’, she said softly. He complied quickly, and she held his head still by his hair and slid her pussy up and down on his tongue. She moved his head backwards and forwards in rhythm with her movements, his tongue sliding against her over and again. She knew he was dying to lick at her, but he obediently kept his tongue out and still as she rubbed herself against it. With a soft moan, she pulled away from him. His face was wet, from the water or from her pussy it was impossible to tell. He kept his mouth open, his tongue out, waiting for her to come back to him, straining towards her.

She passed him a towel and felt his disappointment as he he dried her carefully.

‘Moisturiser’, she said, and she caught his smile as he eagerly held out his hand for the lotion. She handed it to him, and he started, again, at her feet.

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