Playfully Wicked

I finished showering and had removed the anal plug. I dried off the best I could and left the towel in the bathroom when I came back out to the bedroom. You were lying naked on the bed. The closer I got to you, the more I realized you were sleeping. I saw the handcuffs on the nightstand next to you. I quickly put them on your wrists, then looked for something to tie your ankles together. I found some rope and tied them together. As I was tying your ankles, you started to move, and I froze. You looked at me and said, "What do you think you are doing?" I smiled and replied, "Whatever I want."  I got on the bed and took your cock completely in my mouth, and you moaned. You put your cuffed hands on my head, pushing me on it. I purposely left your hands cuffed in front of you so you felt like you had a little bit of control. I start fucking my mouth with your cock, playing with it, getting it nice and hard. Then I abruptly stop. I get the wand and plug it in by the bed. ...

If you really wanted to control me. You'd book a room in both our names. Tell me what to wear, what toys to bring, and a blindfold. Once I was there, you'd tell me to lay the toys out on the dresser. You would then have me pull down the covers from the bed and kneel before the door since you were on your way.  Once you get to the hotel, you'd come in and put your cock in my mouth. You'd have me choke a little on it. Then you'd pull me off it and tell me to get up. You start setting up a video camera as I stand there. Then you push me against the wall and kiss me hard, moving to my neck, where I let out a moan. You take off my top and tell me to remove my shoes and pants. You have me get on the bed on all fours, facing the wall, and ask me to look back at you. You rub my ass. Then you lightly spank it. You tell me that I'm going to do everything you tell me to tonight. You then take the paddle off the dresser, and you start whacking my ass with it. I look away, y...

I want to live this lifestyle more than ever before. I explored it briefly years ago, but now I’m more open and more aware of what I want. I want to do what he wants me to do. I want to push my limits—not in a harmful way, but in a way that feels intentional and desired. Doing what he wants turns me on, even if I can’t always explain why. The control and power I want to give him isn’t about him overpowering me. It’s because I want him to have it. I need him to have it. That choice is mine. If he wanted me to be with other men, I would be willing. If he wanted to watch me with other men, I would be willing. I want to dress sexier for him. I would wear whatever he asked me to wear—for him, or even for someone else if that was what he wanted. If he told me to do something, I would do it—or accept the punishment. I’ll admit that sometimes the punishment is even more exciting. Pain can be pleasurable to me, especially when it comes from him exerting control and showing ownership over wha...

PlayfullyWicked is where my sweetest smiles hide my darkest desires. This is my confession booth, my fantasy journal, and my unapologetic escape. I write about temptation, power, vulnerability, control, and everything that makes my pulse race after midnight. Some stories are soft. Some are sinful. All are written with intention. If you’re drawn to teasing words, dangerous thoughts, and women who own their desires—welcome. You’ve been warned.