[Note: Occasionally I’ll re-post blogs that appeared on Ember&Ether. This is one of those times.]
You know what I love about slutty little boys? They can’t lie. Oh, they can speak untruths, but they can’t lie. A slow, whispered question, weak falsehoods trembling on their lips, a glance between their legs, and I know everything I need to know.
Every slut is different, so I just have to find the right question. The question to which his gut instinct will be to answer, “No, Mistress,” but his body shows me he actually means, “Oh fuck yes!”
I like searching for these questions… It’s the things a submissive is slightly ashamed of or slightly scared to be turned on by that make him melt into submissive bliss and then swell and spasm and spurt. A perfect little toy.
For some little sluts, it’s: “Do you want to be tied you up, naked and gagged, and made to stand in front of a window so the world can see you’re an owned slut-for-use?”
Or perhaps: “I want to invade your body while I invade your mind… I want every part of you to be open and accepting of me and my control… Do you want to be my open, available anal slut, pet?”
Or even: “If I brought you my slave girl… Dropped her at your feet… And ordered you to hold her down and fuck her face – while I watch and direct so you’re doing it to my exact specifications, both of your being my fucktoy puppets – until she chokes on your cum… Would you want to do that?”
Some of you may say, “Yes, Mistress,” to every question here, because you crave obedience, you truly want to give over control to me, your higher power, you want me to make these decisions because you are deeply submissive… And that’s perfectly fine. there is nothing wrong with being a desirous slut for me.
I’ll just keep looking until I find the question that makes you whisper, shakily, “No, Mistress,” while your cock betrays you and tells me that you do indeed want, so badly, to do exactly as I say. Then I can smile and remind you that slutty little boys can’t lie.