Gandhi said that if you want to change the world, you have to be the change you want to see. To that end, Insatiable Desire brings you No Stupid (Kink) Questions, a series of questions asked by novice kinksters around the web. If you have a question for us, leave it in comments, or send it to rayne (at) insatiabledesire (dot) com with “NS(K)Q” in the subject.
Question 15:
Everyone knows that doctors and nurses are mandated reporters, and I’ve got a physical just around the corner. I thought these damn bruises would be healed by then, but it doesn’t look like they’re going away! What on Earth can I tell the doc without having to watch my S.O. be whisked out the door in cuffs?
Well, first things first: Don’t bring your S.O.
I know. If I suggested I go to the doctor without Master, He’d ask me if I have something to hide. You see, one of the first things he took from me when I gave Him complete ownership of me was my privacy. I don’t think I’ve been to a single appointment without Him. Read more…
Me: Fucker!
Master: I would if she’d stop breathing!
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Me (giggling as He tries to kiss me): I can’t take you seriously. You just told me I have to die before you’ll fuck me.
He came into the kitchen to talk to me while I cooked breakfast as He so often does. I stopped what I was doing and closed the distance between us. I never lifted my eyes above His shoulder. And I wrapped my arms around Him and nuzzled my face into the crook between His shoulder and His jaw.
I started in my head three times before I felt Him smile and heard Him ask, “What?”
“I really missed stuff like last night.” I stammered. Seven words that for most people would be simple, but me? I guard stuff like that with my life. It’s dangerous letting someone know how you feel. It shows them your weakness.
Last night…
Last night He was mean. Pinching and biting and slapping. Hair pulling and throat fucking and roughly forcing me into whatever position He wanted me in. And then He whipped me.
“Reach your hand back there and make your cunt cum.” And He whipped me as my legs trembled and my fingers worked and that explosive warmth gradually built in my clit.
Then I finished the blow job we’d started on the couch. This time, He was more gentle, but there was no question who was in control.
I really missed stuff like last night.
Me: Give me your bottle.
Master: Give me your bottle.
Me (hiding my bottle behind my back): I don’t have a bottle.
Master: You do, too!
Me: You can’t have my bottle.
Master: But then I won’t have a bottle and you’ll have two!
Me: I’m gonna bring it back. Just give it to me!
Master: I don’t know.
Me (snatching the bottle from his hand): I’ll bring it back! I promise. And it’ll be better cause it’ll be full!