‘I want Jacob to bend me over his desk and spank me with his cane. Bonus points if I’m completely naked and he’s only wearing his long leather coat and top hat.’
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Confession [@idiotgangleader]
‘Jacob’s puppy eyes makes him look like a perfect puppy who has been naughty little boy. He has found my collar, dog ears and dog tail plug. When I have arrived back home and I have opened our bedroom door he’s sitting in middle of our bed and he’s wearing them his best puppy look on his face. I find his cane and hold it in my hands as Jacob moves on all fours wanting me to spank his arse. I punish him and then I let him to eat me or I ride him eagerly as we both cum hard ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)’
Confession [x]
“Reading about Victorian-era BDSM practices when you’re: a) seriously lusting after Jacob & b) utterly convinced he’d be kinky? *Really* not good for either your composure or your ability to *not* drift off into lecherous daydreams of spanked bums and cane-marks at the first sign of boredom.”
Let’s add a bit of historical background here. BDSM, as we know it today, didn’t exist back then, but many of the practices we have today did start back then, like flogging, figging, birching, etc. Sexuality in this Era was very frowned upon: women were not supposed to find sexual gratification and masturbation was forbidden for men. So, people began to develop ways to feel pleasure besides sex and that how these practices came to be. The problem? Most of these practices were not consensual and that’s how the rules for modern BDSM came to be.
Now, I do believe Signore Frye would be a very considerate lover and would fulfill all of your fantasies in a very safe and pleasurable way.
~Claudia
[X]
“I’m a masochist, and I want nothing more than Crawford Starrick to bend me over his desk and cane me. And maybe, when I look up, I’ll see Jacob hanging in the window outside, unseen by Starrick, risking his life infiltrating the area just to watch us”.
[X]
‘I want Jacob Frye to spank my ass with his cane while he whispers how naughty I’ve been into my ear.’
Confession [x]
“You screwed up, Jacob, again!” I cross my arms. “So, you want to punish me, love?” He sends me a cocky smile. “Oh yes, I do.” I lick my lips and push Jacob on the bed with his face down. “Now spread your legs a little. That’s it. Who’s a good boy? You are. But today you were a naughty one, who deserves to be disciplined in “carrot and stick” style,” I chuckle, caressing his ass. “Yeah, let’s start with the stick, shall we?” I take his cane. “Do you think you deserve it?” I ask as cold handle of the cane touches his buttocks in order to let him know, what I’m about to do. “Yes,” he whispers and arches his back. “Do it!” Sounds like a plea. “You asked for this,” I say and smack him with his cane. -//- As I continue, his hiss turns into groan; he curses, but doesn’t stop me. When his ass becomes red, I stand up, “I believe you have learned your lesson, turn around,” I command while I’m taking my clothes off. He does with an unfulfilled need on his face. “And now it’s time for your carrot, Jacob,” I laugh. He devours my naked body with his eyes, “Fuck me!” Jacob growls. His voice makes me realize that even if his bottom right now, he’s always top here. I bite my lip and straddle his thighs. “As you wish, boss,” I purr into his mouth as I insert his dick inside my warm and moist pussy. The moan of relief escapes our lips. “Bloody hell! Ride me already, woman!” He demands and I obey. I ride him non-stop until he comes two times in a row, as I come with him again.
Confession [x]
‘I have some kind of fetish when it comes to Jacob’s main costume. That top hat, that vest and coat. I love how his legs look in trousers and boots, so hot! I just want to straddle him naked while he’s fully dressed and rub against his thighs. God, if he smirks during this act I swear I’ll fuck that cocky bastard for real. I’m gonna kiss that one hell of an assassin till our lips hurt. I’d like to ruffle his hair and make it “after sex” hair. As for his cane… well, we’ll find use for it too.’
I can’t help but fantasize about Jacob Frye bending me over in a dark London alleyway and spanking me with his cane before fucking me in my bruised and swollen ass.