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Thread: Quite fond of fondling :heart:

miss-snowy said Hello, Im miss-snowy but you can call me Snowy. I'm new to erotic rollplay but very interested in getting started. I'm quite kinky, submissive and willing to try just about anything with the exception of what is already forbiden by the forum rules. I tend to stick to an OC, Elizabeth Alexandros, which might make it difficult when RPing Fandom. That said, I'll still consider anything if its set in a world that I like. I like to be teased with more sensual writing, not just sticks his big cock in your arse. I like longer passages with lots of sexy details like how his cock feels in my hand and how his warm fluids drip down my cheeks, or how heshe caresses my breasts and teases my nipples with his tounge. Thats not to say I completely disapprove of cock in arse senarios, as long as they are written in detail. I also like to hear about how my actions are preceived and felt. I'm also interested in GMing for anyone looking for one, once I discoverinvent some rules to play by. This would most likely work with two player characters seeing who can make the other cum firstthe most. Parings that I'm keen on Male x Female Lesbian Siblings Mother x Sister Father x Sister Bestfriends MotherFather x MaidBabysitter Teacher x Student Military Officer x Subordinate Secutary x Boss Any combination of the above Ill also do Male x Male if anyones interested Settings that I like Sci-fi Fantasy College life Magical HorrorOccult Other Themes that I like Gangbangs Orgys Public Humiliation BDSM Slave Girl Masturbation Fandoms that appeal to me Naruto Orange is the new black Stargate Universe particually Chloe or the corporal with the big tits Oh My Goddess Other things I might try with some convincing Fury Androids Anthromorphic I'll post some specific fantasys of mine when I get a chance and update my lists if anything else comes to mind. I'm pretty open minded so please feel free to pitch whatever you like to me and Ill consider it. I have a kinky mind rattling around in my brain box. Most of all I'm here to have fun and get my freak on by trying something new. So don't be shy, say hi. Click to expand... This sounds interesting, and I love a good sex contestsexual duel.
Thread: Quite fond of fondling :heart:

Wow! Thanks everyone for the warm welcome! I've lots of requests and ideas pitched to me, so ill try my best to say hello to ya at some point. FlankfromAccounting im trying to come up with some simple rules, so ill let you know and we'll see how well it works. Id also like to GM something more adventurous, are you interested?
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

It had only been a week since Jordan's family picked up and move uptown to the posh victorian brownstone and a neighborhood that was still a different world to him despite being a naturalized citizen by the process. Why couldn't his folks move somewhere he wouldn't stick out as much? He heard good things about Southwark and the greater metro. He'd even settle for South Africa. The son of military officer and a west indian pediatrician. Jordan was no stranger to travel. His parents having since broken up, he was in the custody of his good ol mom now. Jordan for the most part, was your average high school lad.Pretty athletic, decent grades, good looking, partook from time to time and got into some things he probably shouldn't have, but nothing no one else couldn't say they haven't tried or done. He made some waves early on but he mellowed out considerably since then. On an unrelated note it's been awhile since he last rubbed a good one out. Lisa Ann, Ava Devine, Belladonna, god he loved American porn stars. Jordan's appetite usually consisted of buxom, somewhat sexually aggressive older women types. He'd seen BDSM porn before with the woman in charge on a few occasions , but it always made him feel awkward for some reason he couldn't explain. One such he recalled, the woman fucking the guy in the ass with a strap on, made him cum on her boots, then cleaned her boots afterwards. Was it gay? Was he gay for being turned on by it at the time? Jordan never really desired to be with another man, or suck cock or take anything up the ass, but boy seeing her control him, humiliate him, and verbally abuse the loser male sent him over the edge. He'd find himself getting erect at the most inappropriate times, sometimes. It was beginning to effect his social life. Jordan was beginning to grow restless, having so much excess testosterone in his system. Did the girls in his neighborhood even put out? There were no girls his age in his neighborhood, just retired professionals. There was that hot milf neighbor a few rows down, but that was only a longshot. He caught a glimpse of her one day getting out of her place, she looked different somehow. What he remember most was her expression, it was completely stern like the look of a mother before administering discipline to an unruly child. I think she was escorting some weird guy into her place, it was strange. The guy was much older by the looks of it but she was clearly in charge. Well, what brought him to his sexy neighbors doorstep of all places? A pair of slippers if you can believe it or not. Well they were more like the heels in the video he'd seen where the woman made the guy lick her boots clean afterward. Growing tired of waiting, Jordan sort of let himself , well the door was already cracked and his curiosity was somewhat piqued anyway. Jordan didn't waste any time sightseeing , until he found himself in an unusual space within the house, or should he say dungeon?
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

Emma Gray was walking slowly home from a visit to a client when something banged against her leg and a black streak flashed past to her left. She turned to follow its path and saw two green globes in the shadow of a wall. Her first reaction was surprise, followed by recognition. Hecate, she called, and the globes emerged followed by the body of a black cat who came forward and rubbed on her leg, purring loudly before sauntering off casually with her tail swaying in the air. She was named after the queen of the night, as she was as black as the ankle length leather coat Emma was wearing. But after surprise and recognition, came a thought. How did you get out? Emma mused. Hecate was a clever and resourceful cat, but not clever or resourceful enough to get out of the house. And Emma was sure she had left her in the house. And if she was out of the house, that meant someone had been into the house. And if she had to guess, there was one kid who would be top of her list. A kid new to the neighbour and not, in Emmas view, the sort of person who would enhance the value of the properties. Shed heard about him and seen him around. What she heard was not good. He came with a reputation for trouble theft, drugs, you name it, someone said he was into it. Shes seen him too. In fact, she was sure he was watching her. Young, black, well built, with that arrogant air all black guys had. It wasnt that Emma was prejudiced not at all. Some of her favourite clients were black. And they were all alike well built, well-muscled, well hung and with an air of superiority especially when it came to white women like her, slim, attractive women. And they deserved to be punished for their arrogance and their attitude, and punished they were, and they paid handsomely for the privilege. But not excessively. Indeed, Emma actually gave them a discount, for the pleasure she derived from putting them down, figuratively and literally. Approaching with care, Emma unbuttoned her coat and let it fall open, leaving her legs free to move if necessary and revealing in the process black thigh boots, fishnet and a short black leather skirt beneath a white silk blouse. She knew how to take care of herself and of kids like Jordan. Sure enough, someone had forced the door. She walked softly, listening before moving, and proceeding carefully when she moved. Working systematically through the house, she spotted the door of her special room open. She peeped in, and there, as she suspected, was Jordan. She stepped quietly into the room and closed the door with a sharp click. Welcome to my parlour, she said.
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

A cursory glance of his unusual surroundings yielded a look of bewilderment from the young black male. Just what kind of silence of the lambs porn set did he just set foot into? This was out of this world kinky. It sent a chill up his spine when he was greeted, presumably by the mistress of this here playground. Welcome to my parlour, He turned on a dime, immediately facing the direction of the voice, it's source the sultry older white female standing poised at the door, he heard what sounded like a sharp click which made his stomach churn with expected dread. I-I'm so sorry miss. I didn't meant to let myself in. I just wanted to give you something He searching around for the bag he broke in with, realizing he'd departed with it sometime ago since entering the dungeon. Just please...I know this looks very bad but my folks just moved a few houses down, my mom can vouch for all of this and I'm really not so bad. Do you mind letting me go now? He took a few steps in Ms. Gray's direction, now that he got a better look of her, she was tall, but he was also quite tall5'11, with heels she was arguably as tall if not taller6'0. What stood out most was her hip to waist ratio. She had one hell of a figure. I promise I'll knock or whatever, it's just I saw you that one day outside your house. I was curious... He probably knew that talking wasn't doing him any favors, so he sighed, collecting himself for a brief moment.
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

Emma shed her coat and tossed it aside as she walked round Jordan. She barely listened to what he was saying, words, mere babble, excuses that he was used to using to avoid whatever trouble he was in now. So, she said with a stern look, its you. Why am I not surprised? We knew youd be trouble as soon as you moved in. You and your sort are not welcome here. She walked round and round him, slowly getting closer. Youve broken into my home. Youve just admitted it. By rights I should call the police and let them deal with you. But I think there are more effective ways of teaching you the value of private property. She was getting closer now soon she would be within arms reach. Look around you. What do you see? What do you think happens in here? It would not take a lot of imagination for him to work it out. This is my parlour, I am the spider and you are the fly. Grown men crawl out of here. Some have to be carried. And you, she studied his youthful face, youre just a boy. What chance do you think you have? She let his imagination wander as she moved away and began examining instruments. Chains hanging from hooks in the ceiling, cuffs lying on tables, whips arrayed on a rack on the wall. Dont think you can escape, she remarked casually over the shoulder. Youll never find the release catch. You are here until I let you go. If, she emphasised the word, if I let you go, that is. She walked back towards Jordan, with a different gait this time, no longer casual, but purposeful. She approached him, came right up to him, until the points of her breasts were brushing his chest. Then her right hand flew to his crotch, gripping his balls like a vice, a vice that tightened and twisted and turned. She fixed her eyes on his to savour his reaction. This is just the start, she whispered.
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

So, she said with a stern look, its you. Why am I not surprised? We knew youd be trouble as soon as you moved in. You and your sort are not welcome here. His eyebrow quirked when she delivered that dubious line there. so, what are you trying to say? I know I messed up but there's no need to go below the belt. He didn't know how accurate that statement would apply. The woman began to circle around him now, drawing every closer with each turn. She like him over in a way that made him feel uncomfortable. Listen. I gotta get out of here. When she mentioned notifying the cops of his presence and letting them deal with him. Every hair on his body turned up in alarm. Every fiber of his being told him to run for the door but he stayed anyway. He merely shot her a dirty look. She was now unpleasantly close. Look around you. What do you see? What do you think happens in here? I dunno... His eyes panned out, You play Parcheesi and shoots ladders in this basement of yours? His attempt at mocking her. She then started to rattle off about spiders and fly's and such and how she would eat him in so many words. What the hell lady? Slavery is illegal in parts of the worlds. This being one of the parts. Then she came up to his chest. He couldn't lie, her perky juggs resting against his body, made him erect, he felt himself fluster for a moment. Then she went for the low blow, his nuts felt like they were being racked apart under her powerful grip but he was still hard. He gasped unable to do much. He hunched over to he knees grabbing his deflated testicles. You bitch. He felt emasculated, humiliated, disgusted with himself. Shit, why was he still hard? Without thinking he charged her, bringing himself ontop. His legs quite spaced. He then admitted to something potentially damning but erotic I jerked off to you. I broke in so I could see you in something lewd and get off to it. He couldn't believe what came out his mouth, but it was his sincere guilty consciences coming up to surface.
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

Emma wasnt surprised by his reaction. He had the strength to launch himself on her, despite the pain he must be feeling. But that was not unusual. Most of her clients got off from the pain, at least to start with. They were hard in anticipation and got harder when the punishment started. Nor was she fazed by his sudden attack. She been on the receiving end of worse than this many a time. And every time she had emerged with the upper hand. There was little pleasure for her in subduing a willing and compliant victim. She did what she did for the money, but she also derived personal pleasure from it. A lot. She wasnt just able to deliver pain and enjoy the process. She was not averse to pain herself and enjoyed that process as well. Like any guy who was aroused and in pain, Jordan had acted without thought and, in doing so, he had left himself vulnerable. No guy with any brains would leave his legs spread when she could knee him in his nuts. The obvious reaction was to bring up her knee hard and fast and sharp. Preferable as he was on the way down, so that his own weight and momentum added to the velocity of the blow that crushed his nuts. But Emma did not follow the crowd. This session wasnt for payment. Well, not monetary payment anyway. It was for his punishment for invading her privacy and her pleasure at putting him in his place. So instead she let him press her to the floor and began chatting casually to him. So now we are getting to the truth. You are not only an intruder, you are a pervert and a voyeur, wanting to get yourself off on me. Well, you made a mistake in picking me and my home, boy. By the time you leave, youll be lucky if youre not carrying these precious jewels of yours in a bag. While she was speaking and he was distracted, she forced her hand between them and grabbed his still sore balls. Youve got a good set, she informed him professionally, as her hand clenched his nuts. A good large set is so much better than those tiny eggs so many white guys have. You blacks have bigger, stronger balls. more satisfying to work with. Theyre easier to get a firm grip on. She squeezed hard to make her point. So much more material to work on. A bigger target is so much easier to hit too. Youve got bullock balls and by the time Ive finished with you theyll be crushed beyond use. You wont be getting hard-ons like youve got right now. Youll be no use to any of the woman around here, or anywhere else. That fancy cock of yours will just dangle over two sacks of the debris of what were once your balls. Again she squeezed and added a vicious twist. Now, she said sternly, get the fuck off me or Ill rip them off.
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

The roused black boy managed to look the statuesque beauty right into the dead of her eye, now that he was ontop maybe he could rectify the situation somewhat, but all he could think about were her full-sized missile breasts, pointing up at him. He would never take a woman by force no matter how domineering, but he might have daydreamed on such a thought briefly. Dominating her that is. Fuck..why am I attracted to this bigoted dominatrix? he might have telegraphed his thoughts without knowing just then, but his assertive streak didn't last too long when she reached down assuming control once again. At first she gave his testicles a tender stroking, , then came the usual vice-like grip. Her grip was unlike anything he experienced before, she could grind his balls to jelly. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, a passive groan ebbed from his trembling lips. His body arched back into a kneeling position. Swallowing hard. Jordan struggled to talk through the pain. W-What do you want me to do? He only nodded and swallowed, taking in her racial theory on balls in stride. With each squeeze he became more compliant, what balls he had were dissolving in the strong of her grip. He looked at her with weak, submitting eyes. I can undress my clothes if you want me to. I'll do anything. Just don't destroy my beautiful black balls before I've had the chance to use them properly. I've never known the pleasure of interracial sex. You've been with plenty of black men before, right?. Can you tell me what it's like? If he wasn't so dark he'd burn bright red. i've never had this happen to me by a woman before. You can train me, you can break me out of my ways?
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

Emma dragged Jordan to his feet, her hands still clamped on his balls. You keep changing your story all the time. How can I believe what you are saying? She twisted and pulled to emphasise her point. We were right to be worried for our safety and that of our daughters when you arrived. Your family probably moved here to give you a chance for some rich pickings of our soft white flesh. We are entitled to be safe in our own homes and as we walk the streets. She relaxed her grip slightly. Still, I am not heartless and you are keen for me to see what you have between those thighs, so I will allow you remove your clothes. Typical of his kind, she thought, as she released her grip and stood back, braced in case he used the opportunity to launch another assault. All her black clients were eager to show her what theyd got and very impressive it often was, no doubt about that. But what they didnt understand, and this boy certainly hadnt realised, was that it was easier for her if they were naked. She could see what she was hitting and get a better grip. He was unwittingly placing himself at her mercy. She licked her lips in anticipation as he slowly revealed his body.
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

It felt so cheapening having to lower himself this way for her amusement. To spare his balls from this racist dominatrix he would have said or done anything. There were no guarantees she wouldn't just grind his balls to jelly or a even worse...fuck, why didn't he fight back? Jordan merely stood there, in a detached lull, looking at her look at him with in her predatory eyes, he swallowed, feeling her grow impatient. For fear of backlash, he started with his pants, a dark head peeked out 4 inches or so from his boxers, then came his underwear, his erection had since gone flat, he was uncut and very dark like fucking midnight, he was about 8 inches flaccid and thicker than average all around. That big black pecker was probably 10 inches in all if she got him hard. As you might expect, his balls were huge, somewhat swollen by her abuse, and also full of surplus spunk. The rest of his clothes soon followed, in a neat pile beside him. Do you want me to show you what I was going to do to myself as well? I haven't jerked off in a week so my black balls are a little blue Jordan mustering excited. Please let me blow my load. I haven't been able to since my favorite porn star stop making videos. Her movies are kinda the reason why I'm all messed up and turned on by this kind of stuff. In a messed up way you probably saved my life, most people would kill someone like me for sneaking in their home. I'm probably going to lose the use of one or both of my balls, I probably won't ever satisfy a woman, and I'll probably be traumatized from this experience but maybe I can send my balls off with one last hurrah. My life is more valuable than my balls even though it will really suck without em.
Thread: 50 shades of black&blue balls (lowblow emma x myself)

For Emma domination was more than a profession. It was part of her life, a facet of her identity. And it was a source of pleasure and satisfaction. At the sight of Jordans naked body, her lips parted and she felt her chest tighten. He was uncut that was unfortunate, for she preferred a circumcised cock. But even soft and dangling, probably in fear, it was impressive. She mentally measured it and scaled it up. That would tear a girl open if she wasnt used to it. And those balls looked full, no wonder they felt so heavy in her hand. She barely took in what he was saying to her, but what she heard made no sense. You dont know what you are saying. Have you any idea what it is like to be completely emasculated? To lose your virility? To be unable to produce children? To be unable to give a woman satisfaction? To have a cock that just hangs and swings? No woman will want you. Men with laugh at you. Had he, she wondered, actually been with a real woman or was he just turned on by porn? Was he flaccid because of the pain or the fear, or because this was his first encounter with a woman in the flesh? She had no intention of letting him off his punishment, but there was nothing stopping her from having some fun along the way. OK, lets see what youre like hard. Show me if you can get hard in front of a flesh and blood woman and not just a tart on a screen. Ill show you what a real woman a white woman looks like. In a matter of fact manner, as if she were undressing in the privacy of her bedroom, she unbutton her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders and tossed it onto her coat. Her breasts swung free as she paced in front of Jordan. Come on, boy, she taunted him, real men are usually hard by now at the sight of these melons.