Dom Thoughts - Blog Posts

I want you to feel it, thrusting deeper into you and stretching you out till it makes all those thoughts leave your pretty little head. But when you drool like that, darling, you’re just tempting me to slide it down your throat aren’t you?

I want to watch you while you hump your pillow, rubbing your little pussy against it with no thoughts in that empty head of yours, with my thumb in your mouth, until I say stop.

Lees that hate to be tickled but NEED to be tickle tortured like their life depended on it are just so chefs kiss.

My love language is tying you spread eagle, then only slightly grazing your entire naked body until you beg me to tickle torture tf out of you.

Let me play with your hair while I tell you what a perfect little toy you are right after I have just finished destroying your most ticklish spots.

Anytime I wake up with my hands feeling freezing cold, all it makes me wanna do is strap down a sensitive little Lee naked and spread and trace her entire body with my icy fingers. Just to see how she squirms.

Lets play a fun game tonight. I will tie you spread eagle and naked, and edge your cl!t all night long with my feathers while I read to your all your tumblr posts about wanting to be tied spread eagle and naked, and have your cl1t edged all night long with feathers. Deal?

I wish there was a way to properly describe how much looking at your helpless and vulnerable, legs spread, makes me want to be a complete merciless and cruel sadist to that throbbing little bud...

People with a degradation kink are disgusting. You should be ashamed of yourselves...you pathetic little sluts. Can't believe you actually get off on this. What a dirty slut you are. tsk tsk ts...

I will tie you up nice and spread and then do this for hours. No I do not care how bad you need to cum nor how sensitive these buttons are. Now hush little kitten, and tske your torture like a good little girl.

Controlling her lust

I want to break you, little kitten. I want to push you beyond your own sanity. I want you to get angry at me for being able to enjoy your suffering. I want you to regret ever allowing me to tie you down. But most importantly, I want you to realize you are but a toy for my entertainment, and instrument of my enjoyment, and the craziest part....you CRAVE every second of it and that's what makes you thr craziest. The fact that this agony.....is only driving you wild with lust.

Nothing gets my Ler gears churning more than a Lee fully spread out naked and tied telling me "I want you to make me safeword".

This but making sure they are restrained so they are helpless to stop the constant stimulation to those delicious buttons

How about we play a little game. I take of your panties and tie your legs fully spread, and then I do nothing but spider tickles over that pretty little pussy until you are begging for mercy. Sound like a plan?

Ready for some fun?

-I have been thinking about giving erotica a try for some time. I figured this would be the best place to try it out. Please forgive the crude writing, it is my first attempt after all LOL-

In a dimly lit room, where shadows danced playfully on the walls, the atmosphere was thick with anticipation. A plush bed sat in the center, adorned with soft blankets and pillows, inviting yet teasing in its comfort. The air buzzed with an electric tension, a mix of excitement and nervousness, as two figures prepared for an evening that promised to push boundaries and explore the depths of pleasure and restraint.

Ella lay on her back, her arms stretched wide and secured to the bedposts. The soft fabric of her shirt clung to her skin, an enticing hint of what lay beneath. Her heart raced, not out of fear but from the thrill of surrendering control. She glanced over at Jake, who stood beside her, a playful grin plastered across his face. The glint in his eyes spoke volumes—a promise of fun and mischief.

"Ready for some fun?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing drawl. Ella giggled, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and vulnerability. She nodded, unable to form words as the anticipation swirled like butterflies in her stomach.

With a swift motion, Jake reached for a feather, its delicate tip quivering in the air as he brought it closer to Ella's exposed sides. "Let’s see how ticklish you really are," he said, playfully wiggling the feather. Ella squirmed instinctively, the mere sight of the feather sending waves of anticipation through her body.

As the feather made contact, a burst of laughter erupted from Ella’s lips. The sensation was electric, each stroke igniting a fire within her. Jake reveled in her reactions, his fingers dancing across her skin, exploring every ticklish spot he could find. It was a game of tease—every laugh and squirm only encouraged him to continue.

But Jake had more in store. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "I think we should make this a bit more interesting," he whispered, pulling out a silk blindfold. Ella’s eyes widened, the thrill of the unknown sending her heart racing. With a gentle but firm motion, he tied the blindfold around her eyes, plunging her into darkness.

Now, her world was reduced to the sensations coursing through her body. Without the visual distractions, every tickle felt amplified, every brush of his fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. The feather became an instrument of delight, gliding over her skin, teasing and tantalizing in equal measure.

“Let’s see how long you can hold out,” Jake teased, his fingers now exploring the curve of her waist and the softness of her thighs. Ella writhed beneath him, laughter spilling forth as her body reacted to the waves of ticklish sensations. She was at the mercy of his whims, the power dynamics shifting in a way that only heightened her desire.

As the minutes ticked by, Ella found herself teetering on the edge of something deeper. The laughter morphed into gasps, her body responding to the dual sensations of pleasure and restraint. Jake watched her with a mix of amusement and lust, enjoying the way he could draw her closer to the brink without letting her fall.

“Almost there,” he murmured, his fingers working expertly, bringing her to the peak of her arousal before pulling back just in time. It was a delicious torment, leaving her breathless and craving release. The denial was palpable, a sweet torture that only intensified the heat building within her core.

But Jake had his own agenda. He introduced a new element, teasingly whispering promises of what was to come. “You’re going to feel so good when I finally let you go,” he murmured, his fingers still working their magic. The words hung in the air, a tantalizing promise that only deepened her need.

Ella was lost in a world of sensation, her body arching and straining against the restraints, craving that final release. The tickling continued, a relentless wave of pleasure that pushed her to the edge again and again. Just as she thought she might break free, he would pause, drawing out the moment, prolonging her agony.

“Just a little longer,” he teased, his fingers now sliding lower, teasing the delicate skin of her inner thighs. The added sensation was almost too much; she could feel her body responding instinctively, every nerve ending alive with awareness. Ella cried out, the sound echoing in the room, a mixture of laughter and desperation.

With each tickle, Jake watched her closely, gauging her reactions, adjusting his touch, knowing exactly how to keep her on the precipice of ecstasy without tipping her over. The game shifted, and with it, the stakes grew higher. He introduced a gentle pressure, his fingers teasing the sensitive spots while still maintaining the ticklish touches that kept her laughter spilling forth.

“Do you want it?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Ella nodded fervently, her body aching with need, but Jake only shook his head. “Not yet.”

With every denial, the tension built like a coiled spring, ready to snap. Ella was breathing heavily, her body a taut wire stretched to its limit. It was a delicious game of push and pull, and she was utterly enthralled by it.

Finally, Jake shifted gears, his tone changing to one of gentle coaxing. “Alright, I think you’ve waited long enough,” he said, his fingers now moving with purpose, a rhythm that promised release. He began to tease her, pushing her closer to the edge once more, the combination of tickling and stimulation sending her spiraling toward the brink.

When she finally teetered over that edge, it was an explosion of sensation—a wave of pleasure that crashed over her, leaving her breathless and gasping. But just as she reached that peak, Jake pulled back, denying her the release she so desperately craved. The denial was sweet torture.

“Please,” she whimpered, the word spilling from her lips like a desperate plea. The laughter subsided, replaced by a raw need that filled the room. Jake’s grin widened, reveling in the power he held over her.

“Alright, let’s give you what you’ve been begging for,” he said, his fingers returning with renewed vigor, coaxing her to that edge once more. This time, he wouldn’t pull back. The moment she reached that peak, he would let go, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over her, a sweet reward for her patience.

With each stroke, Ella felt the tension coiling tighter, her body responding eagerly, ready for that final release. The laughter faded, replaced by gasps and moans of pure pleasure as Jake expertly guided her to the brink.

And when she finally soared over that edge, it was a symphony of sensation, a crescendo that left her breathless and spent. The room echoed with her cries of ecstasy, a testament to the wild journey they had embarked on together. It was more than just tickle torture; it was a dance of trust, a shared exploration of pleasure that bound them closer together.

In that intimate space, with laughter and gasps mingling in the air, they found a rhythm that celebrated both the playful and the profound, a moment suspended in time where pleasure and connection intertwined.

Got rejected as a potential play partner recently, and that is OK.

So something happened recently that normally I would just forget about it a day or two after, but I figured it presented me with a perfect opportunity to share something that is very important to me as well as the kink community.

Recently I met up for the first time with this potential Lee I have been talking to online for a few weeks. Our talks online had good chemistry, and even our facetimes went well.

The day we met, our date seemed to go fine at first, but eventually I did notice that she felt off. It was as if she just didn't really wanna be there, and I was not sure why. I asked if there was something I said that made her uncomfortable and she said no. Our date concluded, and we said our goodbyes with the promise of talking later to see if we would like to set up some sessions.

She messaged me 30 minutes later, saying she decided to meet me on a whim, almost on an impulse, and that she never really intended to go that far. She never really wanted to set up a session and was just seeing how far she could go before backing out.

As confused as I was, I simply said "no worries. I completely understand. Best wishes on everything and let me know if you ever changed your mind".

And this brought to mind a concept that I think many people in the community seem to not understand...NOBODY OWES ANYBODY NOTHING.

Lees; you don't owe any Ler a session. If you do not feel comfortable at all, no matter the reason, you do not have to accept to any demands from anyone wanting to session with you. Remember that "NO" is a full sentence.

Lers; you don't owe any Lee a session. If you don't want to tickle someone, no matter the reason, you don't have to. Plain and simple. But in that same vein, if a Lee says no, then you don't need an explanation. No is no. You aren't going to be every Lee's cup of tea, and that is OK.

I only bring this up because I have seen far too many posts lately about Lees saying they felt pressured when they rejected a potential Ler, and were asked to give an explanation. You don't owe an explanation to anybody. And Lers, you will have Lees that reject you. It is part of the game. And that is OK. It is not an indictment on you. Sometimes you simply do not connect, and that is ok. You simply have to respect their wishes and move on.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

TFW your Lee is upset that you shaved your beard, not because she doesn't like the way you look without it, but because she says she loves the way it tickles her when I am giving her kisses all over her body.

My type of sub. Dealing with brats is fun and all, but to me, nothing beats a sub who finds loves to submit and finds pleasure in enjoying being dominated.

Get yourself a girl who drops to her knees without question the moment you tell her to 😇

Tie her spread eagle and naked, expose her bud by taping her clit hood bad, and then edge her to oblivion with feathers as you read to her all her Tumblr posts about how she fantasizes about being edge to oblivion with feathers.

My favorite thing to do is make them rewatch the scenes while I play them out IRL for them. Living out their fantasy WHILE watching the source material has to be so flustering...and I just eat that up all day long.

Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the tk scene she watched when she was younger and had NO idea why she was so embarrassed

Make her beg for her tickles. Tie her up, and just gently caress her body without actually tickling her all over, and watch as the frustration of feeling a touch too soft to satisfy but not soft enough to ignore well up in them until they eventually cry and beg for you to actually tickle them...that's the move.

It's not enough to make you beg, little kitten. I want to break you. I want you suffering. I want you to curse mother nature for having made you oh so agonizingly ticklish, that you think "oh shit I might actually not make it this time" as you cry and beg for mercy. I want you to panic as you feel your body give in to the tickle hell. And once I have you at that point...thats when the real torture begins. Now...be a good little doll and get in the bed for me and spread yourself.

There we go. Now remember what you said? You wanted to experience asshole AND clit tickling at the same time? Well I can certainly help with that...

I want to find out how many flicks of this fude brush on your naked and exposed clit it takes for you to start begging me for mercy. Just remember....you asked me to ignore your whining no matter how loud you got...

I need the type of Lee that will tie herself to the bed, fully spread and naked just for me to see her like that when I come home from work with a note that says "make me safeword" and all my tools and her Hitachi sitting on the nightstand. I feel like that would fix all my problems right now.

Last thing I want to do is invalidate your feelings, because they are 100% valid. But as a Ler myself, if you allow me to input my 2 cents, I would say this;

Any Ler worth their salt knows what am absolute PRIVILEGE is to have a Lee allow them to tickle them. Especially when bondage is involved. The levels of trust required is insane, and it must not be taken for granted. Any Ler who turns down that PRIVILEGE because of race or sexual orientation is one who does not deserve it to begin with. We love tickling (and sometimes torturing) a Lee that simply wants us to do it to them.

When looking for lers that’s my biggest fear:

I’m scared that when I tell them that I’m fat or on the chubbier side, what will they say in response? So far, the reactions have been good, but I’m ngl. I still fear that a very negative response will come out of their mouth when I say something.

Adding on : Them being racist and homophobic

Let's play a fun little game kitten. You see all those boops you sent me? Well, I will tie you spread eagle and naked and for each boop you sent, I will edge you once. Now, it seems you were a little trigger-happy with sending those earlier...wonder if you are regretting that now...now hush and lay in the bed. I have some work to do.

How about we play a little game called "You laugh you hit it". Basically, I tied you spread eagle, and tickle torture you. If you make any laughing noise, you take a hit of the bong. This just keeps going until you are so fucking fried, that even me breathing on your skin has you in hysterics...and then I bring out the bicep and thigh cuss along with the Hitachi...

Fun date idea. Tie her spread eagle, naked with her cl!t hood taped back. Then proceed to tickle and edge that buttery bud with feathers until she is begging and screaming for an orgasm while you read to her all her tumblr posts about how much she wants to be edged and tickled on that buttery bud with feathers until she is begging and screaming for an orgasm.

Currently taking applications for full time tickle slaves. Job duties as follows

1) Must be willing to be tickle tortured at any time of the day, no questions asked, naked and fully spread eagle for however long I desire.

2) At least one hour of non stop cl!t tickle torture with feathers with no orgasm daily

3) You will only be addressed as tickle slut from now on

Any takers?