Speaker 1: Welcome back to Nikki after Dark, your favorite late night
escape into filthy, the forbidden, and oh so real. I'm
your host, Nikki, and tonight we're diving deep. Here are
some teasers of what you'll hear later in the show.
A twenty two year old brat gets the trip of
a lifetime to Rome, except her sugar mama blinds her
with blackout contact lenses the entire five days as a
brutal punishment. Then we hear from my wife, who discovered
her husband is a secret twink. She now pegs him
nightly while telling him all about the mascular men she
flirts with that bars and he begs for every detail.
And a desperate lesbian finally lets herself be a unicorn.
Hunted by a dominant couple. She ends up ball gagged,
folded in half, and taking her dom's boyfriend raw, all
just to please her. You don't want to miss these confessions.
Before we get into tonight's stories, I have a question
from a listener named Curious Switch in Seattle. They wrote,
I'm a switch who's been the same partner for six years. Lately,
I've been fantasizing about bringing a third into our bed,
but I'm terrified it will change everything. How do you
know when it's the right time to open up your
relationship and how do you protect what you already have?
How about you, audience, what's the best way you've opened
up a long term relationship without breaking it? If you've
stayed monogamous, what's the one fantasy you've kept locked away
because you're scared to bring it up. Bringing someone new
into any relationship can be intimidating, even for the most
prepared couples. I say try it. Member Communicate, communicate, communicates,
and even when it gets time and something doesn't feel
right or one of you's nervous, it's okay to say pause,
never forget that. You know what time it is. It's
time for tonight's riddle. This one is a bit different.
Here we go a girl meets a fascinating man at
her mother's funeral and falls in love. She never gets
his contact in an info and a few days later,
her sister dies. Suspected murderer who killed the sister. And
I'll let you think about that while you listen, and
I'll give you the answer at the very end of
our show. You know what time it is, It's time
to sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey with some
filthy cherries, of course, and explore some erotic fantasies from
people just like you and me. Dear Nikki, I'm a
thirty five year old switch who's been quietly burning up
inside for you years. A few years back, I took
one of those big kink tests. In my top three
were exactly what I already suspected switch sub and a
healthy dose of brat. The submissive side of me doesn't
crave slaps, spit, or degradation. I want to be softly
and firmly owned. I ache for a partner who decides
the wind, the wear, and exactly how he'll make me,
leaving me no choice but to melt and obey. Or
the sweet version him murmuring, be the good little girl
for me, and I'll reward you so well that melts
me faster than anything rough ever could. Then there's the
dominant me. God. I love learning every single button my
partner has. I want to tease and edge him until
he's shaking, begging me to let him come. I want
to be worshiped his mouth and his hands all over
me while his cock throbs desperately dying to be inside me.
Sometimes I fantasize about making him sit and watch while
I play with myself or another woman, and he's not
allowed to touch a single thing until I say so.
My hottest reoccurring fantasy is a threesome where we trade control.
He tells me exactly how to touch, tease her until
she's writhing and begging. Then I hand her over to
him and watch her drive him wild, hands and mouths
everywhere except as cock, until he's the one bleeding to
come the problem. My boyfriend took the same test. His
number one result was dom Number two was straight up vanilla.
He's got all that dominant energy locked away, and no
matter how gently or boldly I try, he won't step
outside vanilla. I love him, but I'm starting to feel
like half of me is starving in the bedroom. I
don't know whether to keep pushing, find a new way
to open the conversation, or except that this part of
me might stay mostly fantasy. Any advice signed your secretly
soaked switchy siren. Well, Hello, you two better like coming
in than never? How you guys doing tonight? Oh? Then
there's caged Hello, mister Brandon. Hello, John, Oh, that's okay.
Losing track of time. That happens for the best of us.
I almost did. I was making some notes for tomorrow
and I looked up. I was like, oh, fuck, so
it's perfectly okay to my author, since these gorgeous gentlemen
sideswipe me made me blush. Have you ever tried framing
it as a gift to him, like letting him practice
his dombside in small, low pressure scenes you design together.
Sometimes when we hear the word dom mistress, any kind
of that word, they're not seeing what you and I crave.
The gentler side, And sometimes gentler can be more firmer
than just being a firm hand, you know, someone telling
you just to be a good girl and I'll reward
you later. Absolutely can for me be more pressure to
actually be the good girl instead of when someone's heavy
handed and go I'm not interested and just kind of
chuckle and laugh at him because it's not going to
do anything for me. So I say, let him really
see it, Maybe go to a month or two, introduce
him to other types of the control kink that you
guys are looking for. For my listeners, what's worked for
you when your partner's kink level didn't match with yours,
and would you be open to the ethical, non monogamy
or kink friendly play parties if Ryan stays vanilla forever?
Or is that a hard line? And for everyone listening,
what's your favorite softm or edging dynamic? Drop your confessions
below or you can always eat mail them to me
at Nikki and I kick a why at deerniky dot com,
or anonymously through the website at deerniki dot com under
the confession stab don't forget. We are on Discord Monday
through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time. I did say Saturday,
not Friday. Right Monday through Saturday. Guys, Dear Nikki, I'm
a guy in my early thirties and I still jerk
off thinking about what happened during my long hospital stay
last year. I had a favorite nurse, let's call her Leila.
She was five eight thick and all the right places,
with huge tits and juicy thighs, a big brown ass,
full sleeve tattoos, pierced nipples that constantly poked through her
scrubtop like they were begging for attention. One afternoon, when
she asked how long it had been since I had
a proper shower. When I told her almost three months,
she grinned and said, we're fixing that today. A couple
hours later, she returned to towels, wash claws, and a
big basin of warm water. All right, lose the clothes,
she ordered, with a wicked little smirk. I tried to protest.
I was already nervous. I'd get hard, but she wasn't
having it. Shorts off, Come on. I stripped down to
nothing and lay there under the sheets, heart pounding. Leylah
chatted casually about her day, gossiping about other nurses and
her weekend plans while she washed my arms, chest, and stomach.
Then she skipped my groin, spread my legs, and started
on my thighs. Every time she leaned over, I could
see that fat ass straining against her scrubs. I was
losing the battle. My cock was already half hard and twitching.
Then she noticed her eyes flicked down back to mine
with a knowing smile. Gotta clean everything, she said softly.
She soaked up fresh cloth, wrapped her fingers around on
mine now fully hard cock, like she was holding it
four an job, and pulled it to the side while
she gently scrubbed my balls with the other hand. The warm,
slippery sensation was insane. Precumb was leaking all over the head.
She took her time washing my shaft, stroking slowly with
the cloth, still taking talking like nothing filthy was happening.
When she finally finished, she sat down in the chair
beside the bed instead of leaving. It's my break, mind
if I hang out. I was still raw, hard and
completely exposed. She told me not to cover up, just
let air dry while it talk. So I laid their
naked cock throbbing and leaking while we made small chalk.
I tried not to stare at her hard nipples. Before
she left, she patted my thigh, gave me that smirk again,
and said she'd be busy for a while. The second
the door click shut, I started stroking furiously, replying every second,
especially the way she gripped my dick. I pictured her
climbing on top those big tits in my face, riding me.
I was right on the edge when the door suddenly
opened again. Laylah walked back in. Forgot my pen, she
said casually. She looked straight at my cock, just as
I started coming hard ropes, shooting all over my stomach.
Instead of acting shocked, she just smiled and said that
didn't take long at all, before turning and leaving, like
she hadn't just watched me explode. I still get rock
hard thinking about the best bath of my life signed
your horny hospital patient. Okay, who wants to go to
the hospital and have a bath? Or a proper bath?
I should say, I'm telling you, I know I was gonna.
Brandon kind of tucked out for a second before I
could say, Hey, Brandon, was did you get a bath
like this? Oh? For my author, the mix of professional
care and teasing is such a classic power play fantasy,
the I'm just doing my job while driving you crazy.
Here's the thing when I think of all my calls,
and of course this wasn't hands on, so it doesn't
honestly compare, but it kind of does. Missile scenario. I
can't tell you how many people just called image of
a just talk and I would kind of like she did, occasionally,
oh well, I can't have that there. We better do
something about that. And then we would talk about normal
stuff that's going on, you know, in life world, what
we thought, and occasionally just you know, watching reach down
and struck it just right. Yeah, that was always one
of my hottest calls. I don't know why it didn't
fit the normal rhythm of things, but that was really
hot for my listeners. Have you ever had or fantasized
about a nonny nurse doctor scenario and what made it
so hot? And if you have it now, you probably
will be after this and my horny patient? Did Leila
see again after that? Or was that the only time
she pushed the boundaries? I'm kind of thinking it wasn't
you know? And listeners, would you want to play the
noughty nurse or patient in the scene like this? And
how would you tease him even more? Drop your confessions
below and follow the show links for more information. Do
you think you could hold out? Yeah? Me neither, though
I did like the way she did that. I mean,
you know, well, we gotta clean everything. That's pretty hot.
Dear Nikki, I'm a twenty three year old girl from
a very strict religious family. I've become a total church
or the more forbidden it feels, the oner I get.
My parents are hardcore believers, and I guess that's why
their daughter turned out to be such a sneaky little slut.
My best friend, who comes from a super conservative Christian home,
once sucked off the past or sun right before Wednesday
night choir practice. Our whole friend group is secretly filthy
like that every Sunday. I sit in the very back
pew so no one notices. While the pastor preaches about
the sins of the flesh and warns the congregation about temptation.
I've crossed my legs tight and my fingers secretly circling.
It's my swollen clit, soaked clit under my modest little skirt.
The contrast makes me throb. Sometimes the sermon hits so
perfectly that I have to slip out of the bathroom
halfway through the service, just a rub one out in
the stall, biting my lips so I don't moan too loud.
I know I could get caught anytime, but honestly, part
of me wants it. I fantasize about the pastor himself
walking in on me, his eyes darkening when he sees
me with my hand between my thighs. I just know
a holy man like him is packing something huge under
those robes. I thought of him choking me with one
hand while he bends me over the church bathroom sink
and punishes me for being such a wicked little sinner.
Makes me trip. I'm soaked right now just typing this.
You're blushing back. Pew Bret. Blasphemy mixed with the risk
of getting caught. I usually don't like any of these
like this, but this is kind of hot though. Somebody
told me once, and you can look this up. Actually,
it happened in Louisiana where two doms got arrested for
actually having sex. I think you'll look it up, and
I don't remember who they were, but they were two
doms that bent over the a pastor over the pulpit,
and we're doing very dirty things with them. They were
filming like a sex scene in the church. I'm pretty sure.
It's been a long time since I heard the story,
so please look it up. Don't quote me in any
of that, but that's a very good kind of gist
of what happened. So that's a big no no for me.
But this for some reason, not that I would do
it or have, but it's kind of hot for a reason.
Questions have you ever played with yourself or done more
in a church, mosque, temple, or during any kind of service?
And how risky did it get and my church? Or
have you ever pursed it further? Like flashing under your
skirt or wearing something naughty beneath your good girl outfit.
Would you actually want the pastor to catch you? Or
is it hotter as a pure fantasy? And everyone, how
do you combine religious roleplay with real life settings? Favorite
center gets punished by a holy man? Seen ideas? Maybe
drop your own confessions down below, or you can email
them to me at Nikki in Ikky at dearniki dot com,
anonymously through the website at dearniki dot com under the
confession stab, and again over on our discord channel Monday
through Saturday, eight pm Central Standard Time. Dear Nikki, I'm
a thirty four year old guy who had just had
the most mind blowing doctor's visit of my life. My
regular physician was out, so I saw doctor Sophia, an
incredibly attractive woman in her late thirties with a curvy figure,
long dark hair usually pinned up, and a calm, confident
way about her that instantly made me nervous in the
best way. She needed to do a prostrate exam. I
dropped my pants bent over the table and tried to
stay relaxed as she put on gloves and looped her finger.
The moment her slick finger slid inside me and found
my prostate, her other hand reached underneath, wrapped around my
already hard cock, and started stroking me with slow, firm strokes.
I gasp. It was completely unexpected, but fuck it felt incredible.
She didn't say a word about it, just kept rubbing
my prostate in gentle circles while her hand pumped me faster.
Within two minutes, I was shaking, telling her I was
about to come. That's when she pulled a finger out,
spun me round onto my back, dropped her knees, took
my throbbing cock straight into her warm, wet mouth. At
the same time, she slid two fingers back into my
ass and massaged my prostrate harder. The combination was insane,
her lips sliding up and down my shaft, tongues swirling
around the head while she pressed and stroked that magic spot.
Sign me I've never felt anything like it. The orgasm
hit like a freight train, deep waves rolling through my
entire body, not just my cock. I exploded down her throat,
groaning loud enough that I worried someone in the hallway
might hear. She swallowed every drop like me clean, then
stood up, peeled off her gloves, and said, with a
perfectly professional smile, your prostate feels perfectly healthy. The exam
was a complete success. She even waind as she handed
me a tissue to clean up. I can't stop replaying it.
I'm already fantasizing about my next appointment and hoping she
finds something that needs more of a thorough check signed
your thoroughly milked patient. Prostate play combined with oral is
next level. I have never done prostate play. Have you
ever had it? You, Dawn? There's something about doctors like
I'm kind of in the one of mine. I'm I've
kind of I don't know, he's yeah, that's all gonna say,
because I think he's a listener. I know one of
his staff is, so I'm gonna be really really, really
really careful or fine listeners. Have you ever had or
given a happy ending during a medical exam, real or fantasy.
What's the hottest version you've managed? That one was really hot.
I don't know if I could managed anyone that's a
little hotter than that. But that yeah, and my author
did anything feel off or too risky in the moment?
Or was the spurs element part of what made it
so hot? Would you want her to go even further
next time writing you while her fingers your prostate? Maybe?
I don't know if I could orgasm, though, I would
always a re afraid like the nurse would pop in
that that would be my thing. And by the way,
you missed a really hot one, Husker, oh boss was yeah,
just say I'm distracted. Listen for those that will listen later,
Huscar listens to who at work and from my author
and anyone else. How do you feel about medical role
play mixed with domination and submission? Doctor patients scenes are classic?
What twist would you add? I'm blushing and really horny
so today, well I was because I'm recording way ahead,
because I have a lot going on the next couple
of months, and I needed to have an orgasm, right yeaus,
I'll think this is funny. So by the way, he
goes to be proud of me, I edged myself for
ten minutes. I made it a whole ten minutes, and
that is about eight minutes longer than what I normally
have and I knew that that was probably gonna be
my only orgasm today because I was so pent up.
So I kid you not as soon as I come.
I'm laying there and I know I can't take a nap,
but I'm having all the feels and everything. And the
song that pops into my head is that I can
see clearly now now the rain is gone, I could
see all obstacles in my way. I'm like, Wow, what
a song to have pop in your head right after
an orgasm. So I thought you guys might like to
hear that. Yes, I'm that quirky dear Nikki. I'm nineteen
and brand new to sharing my dirty secrets. But I
had to tell you what happened about my first Brazilian wax.
I booked an appointment with a professional waxing lady, let's
call her Sarah. She was in her late twenties, confident
and had no nonsense vibe that made me nervous and
excited at the same time. I stripped off my panties,
lay back on the table, and spread my legs wide
like she instructed. At first, it was awkward, then the
pain hit. Every rip of the wax made me gasp.
And flench. But right after each pull, Lena would rub
a sore skin with her warm hands to soothe it.
When she got close to my clit, those soothing strokes
started feeling way too good. My pussy got so wet
I could feel myself dripping onto the paper sheet. The
mix of sharp pain in her firm rubbing had me
throbbing and horny as well. She definitely noticed. By the
time she was waxing my sensitive lips, I was soaked
and breathing heavy air. When she finished that last strip,
she looked up at me with this little smile and
said she was going to apply some cooling lotions so
the skin wouldn't burn. She started rubbing it in, then
let her fingers slowly drift to my swollen clit and
began circling it. I knew it wasn't part of the service,
but it felt so fucking good. I just moan and
let her. She asked if I liked it. I could
barely whisper yes. Then she peeled up her gloves, slid
one finger deep inside my tripping pussy, pulled it out,
licked my juices right off while staring in my eyes.
That was it. She pushed two fingers back in, curling
them perfectly against my g spot while her thumb rubbed
my clit. I was moaning loud enough that I'm glad
the room was sound proof. I begged her to go faster,
and she did, pumping hard, rubbing my clit in tight
circles until I exploded. My whole body shook, legs, trembling,
a full body orgasm that left me breathless and soaked.
After I came down, she giggled softly and admitted that
waxing me made her horny too. Seeing how wet I got,
pushed her over the edge. I gave her my number
and told her to text me any time so I
could return the favor. I left the salan smooth, satisfied,
already fantasizing about our next appointment. Signed your freshly waxed
and greedy little slut. So when they wax you anywhere
like legs, eyebrows, what the stuff that ladies get that
makes human go out right? It is? It's like they'll
wax you and then they'll put their hand like right there.
I've never been rubbed, but they'll put the hand there
to help the stinging and the worst part about getting
waxed down below is right where you sit. You know,
you can naturally sit down you have hair there. It's
it's the hardest parts. First couple of times that it
gets waxed, it hurts. And the lotion when she said
it's normally not, I'm like, I always get you know, finipill,
which is the lotion that helps it and grown hairs
and stuff like that. And that's the stuff I told
you about. When you put it on, it's got like
this makes you feel minty fresh, like every time when
I get it done and I have Fenompill put on me.
You know the commercial I think of the Old York
Peppermint patty commercial where they go when they talk about
how they're skiing through the snow. That's how I feel
like my pussy it feels when I get done. It's
a it's a cooling lotion, but it feels quite sexy actually,
but I can kind of yeah, so yeah, finipil. It
starts with the F F I N I PI L
I believe. Remind me. I'll look it up and I'll
put it in the notes. The pain and pleasure combo
during waxing is such an intense sex sensory mix, and
it really is. I can see why it pushed her
over the edge. I've never came or but now that
I was reading this, I kind of got to admit
that it's very arousing in a way to be that
exposed to a stranger. If you think about it, that
is someone that you don't have any kind of relationship with,
that you're going in and exposing your most private parts too.
I mean you're spread and wide, you know, holding your ass,
cheeks open, pussy open, and leg thighs, and you're just
you're all in that stuff. I'm always afraid. I always
take a nice shower and scrub everything before I go in.
And for my author, did she ever text you? Did
you get to return her favor yet? And would you
let her go further next time? Maybe toys bassitting little
girl on girl session, maybe looking your pussing maybe and
everyone else? How do you feel about same sex spontaneous
sex encounters like this hot, power, dynamic or too risky?
Drop your answers below or follow the show notes for
more information. I don't know if I could have done
it though, like in the where I go in the
spot that I go get it done? You want to
watch it that session, I would want to watch yeah. Mine.
We talk about everything and anything, but I can't. Like
I said, I can't really say that I do, and
I can't really say that I don't. So I think
i've It's been a while since I re waxed. Was
that way I need to go? Dear Nikki, I'm a
thirty one year old submissive woman completely addicted to hypnosis
and mental domination. My daddy owns my mind in the
ways I never thought possible. He can make me come
instantly just by saying the word come in that low,
commanding voice. It's like a trigger straight to my core.
Every time I hear it, I'm instantly on the edge,
dripping and desperate. But I'm not allowed to tip over
without his explicit permission. We've been playing with denial for
a while, but two months ago he decided to push
it hard. No touching my clip, no penetration, nothing. Because
we were in a long distance right now, it was
easy for him to enforce. Physically, my hole stayed empty,
but mentally he used me every single day. He'd hypnotized me,
buck every hole in my mind, make me edge for
hours while I thanked him for using me. His pleasure
became only my pleasure. I rewired. I don't deserve your orgasms,
only he does. My throbbing, neglected clit is lucky if
it ever feels air against it. Being this pathetic, constantly
pent up for him makes me so happy. Yesterday, he
finally let me touch, just ten to fifteen seconds, that's all.
The second my fingers brushed my swollen clit, I was shattered.
My whole body started convulsing. I made sounds I've never
heard myself make before, broken, whimbering, animalistic moans. The orgasm
hit like a tsunami. It felt like every thought, every
bit of tension, every denied day, poured out of my
pussy and wan long, endless wave. I came so hard
I went completely blank, My mind went empty. I was happily,
blissfully broken. It took me forever to come back down.
I was floating, drooling, barely able to speak during aftercare.
My clit kept pulsing for hours afterward, still begging. Even
after that mine melting release. I've never felt anything else
so intense in my life. Now I can think about
as the next time he denies me longer, harder, and deeper.
I want him to break me over and over until
my brain shrinks to nothing but his voice and control,
until the only pleasure I know is serving him. Signed
your hypno broken denial slut again. I don't think I
could do the whole denial thing. I think i'd fingeley
just get but didn't. I think about it deeper, and
I've such when I'm with somebody, I like to do
stuff for their pleasure. I don't like disappointment in my
sexual life, displeasing him, So maybe I could, but I
think eventually i'd get so pent up. I think I would.
I would, I'll be honest, and then I'd have to
be spanked, and I really hate being spanked. That mix
of long term denial plus this pinosis in one tiny
touch creating a full body meltdown, Wow, and that psychological control,
it really is everything if you can let them have that.
For my listeners, have you ever been denied for weeks
or months? And what was the orgasm like when you
were finally allowed in my denial slut? How long do
you want the next denial period to be? Has he
ever combined the hypnosis with ruined orgasms or hand free
triggers and would you ever go permanent denial? Only coming
from his voice, I have had an orgasm without touching,
not with him there doing a voice, but me remembering
like the moment and the way things were said in
the whole conversation, like today when I was getting off.
There's a phrase now that in my head that I'll
never forget, and it's are you sure? It was something
that we said at the time and the way he
said it, and it always will push me over the
edge because it just reminds me of a certain time.
And then since you some of you weren't here when
I said it, And then when you stop coming eventually
and come down, you start hearing the song. I can
see clearly now that the rain is gone. I kid
you not, that song was in my head and for
everyone listening. How deep into mental domination hypnosis have you gone?
What are your favorite trigger words or denial rituals? Drop
your confessions below? Am I sure? What? Never mind? What?
I'm confused? You can't leave me like this? And Brandon,
when'd you mean my seven weeks? Uh? Seven weeks you
were denied? Oh? I would be a crazy bitch, I
think I there's sometimes I think I'm sure stuff, and
then I think of later going well maybe, and it
changes the whole thing. You know, I could see that,
Like it's kind of like maybe like giving something up, right,
like if you're cutting stuff out for a diet, the
first couple of days or weeks could be really rough,
especially like if you're giving up carbs or coffee or chocolate,
anything like that, and then once you get over that hump,
it's like riding a bike. I just don't know if
I could. And it's funny because I mean, once you
think about it, it's kind of like when you're it's
kind of like sometimes you may not have sex for
quite a while and orgasms for just because you're going
on through life and you have it came like in
a week or two, and then you'll have sex and come.
But then like once somebody puts like a timeline and
it's a chore like something you have to do, then
it becomes a mental challenge. So that's what I'm saying.
It's not like I haven't ever been maybe two or
three weeks with that one without really realizing it. That's
probably why. I mean, I had one the other night,
So I don't know, why I really need a hard
one today. But it was what it is. But I
don't know if I could if it was given as
a lesson or you know, a chore. I guess I
can't think of any of were but chure. Dear Nikki.
I'm twenty six and last night I finally stepped into
the scene. For the very first time, I met someone
online who seemed experienced and safe. After weeks of chatting,
I agreed to go to their place. I was nervous,
wreck driving over, heart pounding, palm sweaty, But the second
I walked and I saw there sat up, a mix
of fear and excitement made me instantly wet. They started slow.
They had me stripped down to my panties, then guide
me on to my bed. The rope was soft but sturdy.
They didn't tie me too tight, thank god, but the
feeling of being slowly bound, especially when they spent so
much time on my ankles and feet, was surprisingly intense.
Every loop and not made me blush like crazy. I
kept giggling nervously, but couldn't wipe this her huge stupid
grind off my face. Being that helpless, even in a
light tie felt electric. My whole body was tingling and
I was dripping before they'd even done anything else. We
didn't go super deep. It was more about the sensation
and trust through the heavy pain. But it was perfect
for my first time. I felt safe, seen and ridiculously
turned on the entire time. The next time, I'm definitely
bringing back snacks for the aftercare, A bright red safe
work I can actually remember under pressure and maybe even
asking them to tie me a little more than just
my ankles. I can't believe I waited this long. The
scene already feels like home signed your blushing newbie rope Bunny.
I love being tied. It is one of those that
really makes my world stop and my mind stop because
I'm always my mind's always going. And that was one
thing when I mean, we didn't do ropes, we had
selt ties, and that was really hot for me. I
would like to invest in the four point you know
you can put under your bed for the for the
strains and stuff I've wandered. I've always wanted one of
those You've always wondered about that type of game. It
it really especially if you if somebody has anxiety or
their minds always racing, because I mean, they may have
a little bit of one, but I didn't. I found
that being controlled in that way, and it was probably
because I was with someone explicitly trusted that my whole
mind shut down. It was like a xanak or a
glass of wine. For me, it really was. And then
you had the sensations of then you add all the
sex toys with it, and you know, the blindfold. It
just makes your body come alive in a good way
where if like if the person maybe can't orgasm because
of AC and D, taking away some of those plus
being bound really can heighten the experience exactly. One thing
I would I'd like to do is there's one in
Saint Louis. There's probably one all over the world, right
There's places that will do shabari classes and help your
partner take it to the next level in a safe environment.
So if they wanted to low new ties and stuff
like that or new ways to do it, you can
take like a class and stuff. So I think that
would be a very hot date, kind of like some
people take cooking classes, This would be a cooking class
level intimacy for me. Okay, blushing rope Bunny, That first
session of mixed nerves, giggles and pure thrill was really hot.
The ankle focus oddly adorable, intimate, but I think I'd
like to have my hands done as well. For my listeners,
what was your very first BDSM experience? Like? Did you laugh, cry,
float or all three? I didn't laugh or cry. I
actually probably floated. And for my author, did anything surprise
you the most? Any specific sensations the rope, the vulnerability,
d the eye contact that really got you. Are you
hoping for a more intense rope session, impact or something else?
And for anybody let's listening, any advice for newbies on
their second session, the favorite easy first time ties or activities.
Drop your own first time stories below. I love hearing
how people get hooked on really anything. You can always
send them to me at Nikki and I k k
y aunt Dearniki dot com anonymously through the website at
Dearnegie dot com under the Confession's tab, and don't forget.
We are on Discord Monday through Saturday, eight p m
Central Standard Time. Dear Nikki, I'm a thirty four year
old lesbian who never thought I'd let myself be unicorm hunted,
but last weekend. I did exactly that. It was one
of the best decisions I've ever made. I'd only recently
figured out I was gray after years of feeling lost
about my sexuality. So when the stunning Dom and her
boyfriend matched with me on Tinder, it made it very
clear they wanted a lesbian plaything for the night. Something
in me just surrendered. I let them take me home.
She is everything, beautiful, plump, curvy in all the right places,
with a laugh that makes my stomach flutter and a
sadistic streak that makes me sweat. I would do anything
for her. She owns me mind, body, and soul. She
started by sliding a fat, light red silicon ballgag between
my lips. It tasted new and plasticky, stretching my jaw
in the most delicious way. While I drooled around it.
She locked my ankles into the spreader bar, spreading me
wide and helpless. Then she nodded to him. Her boyfriend
folded me in half on the bed, knees to my chest,
and pushed his bare cock it deep in my dripping pussy.
I was soaked for her, not him. Every thrust made
me moan around the gag while she leaned in close,
stroking my hair and whispering I love watching your pretty
lesbian cut get fucked by a man. The pride in
her voice made me clinch around him even harder. I'm
on the pill because she told me to be. She
wanted to watch his come leak out of me later,
and I live to please her. While he pounded me,
she kept praising me, telling me how good I was
being for her. Later, she plans to fist me while
he chokes me, pushing me until I tap out from
the pain and pleasure. I had no idea how sex
could feel this intense. I'm fearal for her. I'd let
them do anything to keep me that proud look in
her eyes, Your desperate lesbian unicorn. The power of wanting
to please your partner, even if it's a domb or not.
I love that because that's something I can understand, because
I do. I'm a pleaser when it comes to sex.
I can come just from sucking your cock in not
doing any for myself, not even touching my clitter tents.
It's something I find I'm very blessed with and for
my listeners. Have you ever been a unicorn for a couple?
Or my couples or men out there. Have you ever
looked for a unicorn? Was it the hot fantasy you
hoped for? Or did it get complicated? And what's the
hottest I did it for her? A moment that you've
had in kink or sex? Drop your confessions below. I'm
definitely very wet. Why don't you come find out, Dear Nikki.
I'm a thirty year old wife who's finally ready to
confess the delicious secret at my heart of a ten
year old marriage. My husband is a total twink, even
if the rest of the world doesn't know it yet.
He's been with another man, but he's completely addicted to asplay,
graves domination and loves slipping into something soft and finnaminon
when we're done. It took us years to get comfortable
enough to explore the side of him, but now we're
all in. Almost every I bit him over and fuck
him deep with my strap on. He moans like a
desperate little slut the entire time, pushing back onto every thrust,
begging me to go harder. He can't get enough. I've
started going out to bars by myself, flirting with big
masculine men just to make him jealous. When I come home,
I tell him every detail, how they looked at me,
what they said, how their hands felt as they touched
my waist. While I'm buried inside him with the cock,
he gets so turned on he can barely speak. I'm
a smaller woling, but pegging him makes me feel powerful
in a way nothing else ever has. Sliding in that
thick dildo in his tight ass, watching him tremble and whimper,
calling him my pretty little boy turns me on more
than anything we've ever done. I love the control. I
love how submissive and small he feels under me well,
still figuring out how to open we want to. He
keeps bagging me to go further, to bring a real
man home one day so he can watch. I don't
know where we'll end up, but right now we're both
loving every filthy step of the journey. Signed your strap
on queen and proud hat wife to a twink I
would love to bring if this was our thing. You know,
there's something about watching and giving your partner that ultimate
fantasy that they want to need and desire. There's something
about making him happy in that way that just makes
me wet. I love the evolution of this, you know,
from their vanilla marriage to full unpegging plus cuckold teasing
the empowerment of feeling dominating him. It really does sound
intoxicating because this is the type of domination that I like,
you know, the slow sensual. Like I said, sometimes slow
and sentual can be just as strong or even more
demanding than someone that's stronger and more forceful. In for
my listeners, have you ever explored pegging or feminization in
a long term relationship? Did it bring you closer or
create challenges? And what was your favorite way to tease
or dominate the semess of husband From my author and
husbands and subs, what turned you on the most about
being small and used? Drop your confessions below. You can
always find the links in the show notes. Dear Nikki,
I'm a thirty two year old guy who's been craving
deeper humiliation from my dom for months. She just got
back from a week long work trip. The second she
walked through the door, she gave me that wicked little
smile I love and said, on your knees, you're cleaning
the house, entire house today. I wasn't ready for how
ridiculous I look or how insanely turned on I get.
She made me stripped down to just a pair of
pink panties, then handing me a laundry basket overflowing with clothes.
I had to drag it across the floor and all floors,
crawling from room to room like a pathetic little housepat
Every trind I tried to reach up to dust or
wipe something, she pushed my head back down with her
foot and laugh. God, her laugh. The mix of amusement
and pure dominance made my cock throb against the lace.
The whole time I was sweating, struggling, cheeks burning with embarrassment,
while she sat on the couch, sipping wine and occasionally
snapping pictures of me. The worst and the best part
of scrubbing the bathroom floor I had to keep my
ass up high while I worked, panties wedged between my cheeks,
Knowing exactly how exposed and silly I look. She stood
in the doorway the entire time, giggling every time I
lost my balance or whimpered from how sore my knees
were getting. I've never felt more humiliated, and I've never
been harder in my life. We're already planning the next
round more extreme, more degrading, more public risk elements. I
want her to make me feel even smaller, even more pathetic.
I can't stop thinking about it, Your pathetic kneeling house boy.
I like this. So my question is, like, when you're
really cleaning and you want her to kind of test
on being a bad boy waters, did you reach up?
I mean, because I'm guessing you had to stand on
all fours, so when you dusted was the like, no
boy down on all fours kind of thing. Her laughter
definitely was a mind fuck for you, though, I gotta
give you that. And for anyone that's listening, have you
ever been made to do domestic chores while in a
humiliating way? What task pushed your embarrassment the hardest? And
for anyone that's listening, what's your favorite way to humiliate
a sub during everyday task? And subs, what chores turn
you on the most when it's turned into kink? Drop
your confessions below All duty calls again, Bye Brandon, Bye John,
Hello Husker, it's just you and I. Well, you do
have the twenty four seven subs, so there very well
could be a twenty four to seven, you know, dom
as well. I'm sure that in some ways they're thinking
about something about their relationship. I mean, not maybe twenty
four to seven. I mean maybe if we think about
it as like, how many times do we think about
our relationships during the day. Not quite twenty four to seven,
but you know when there pauses in the day for
a moment, we do think about it. I'm sure. So
it depends on what type of relationship they have. Some
people don't want to be in that twenty four seb
but I couldn't imagine being a twenty four sub. I couldn't.
I don't. It's not for me. But there's no way
and I don't think I can even have a twenty
you know all the time kinky sex, like dominating sex
all the time. There's times that I want vanilla And
now I always wonder this, susker, when if someone is
in the kink lifestyle or a dom lifestyle is and
they're doing all these other things with other toys, when
they have vanilla sax, is that kinky for them? You know?
Like when they slow it down or mean, do they
always have to use something or you know, because yeah,
I mean there's times that I want a little bit
of bite with my sex, but not all the time.
Maybe maybe not. You know, well, all of our doms
are I A today and we usually have two in
the chat that this would be a great question for
to be. I know, yeah, what the fuck? Uh? You
know we have read and then we have Captain are
from what I understand, our two doms and they are
Mia at the moment. So Red usually shows up tomorrow
or Saturday, and I don't know Captain will be back.
I know that he's working a lot this week, so
he might be in mya till Monday. But if we
want to shove that question, we can, or I can
ask it out tomorrow and see what he says to
your Nikki. I'll never forget the trip that was supposed
to be my dream vacation to Rome. A couple of
months into my arrangement with my sugar mommy, she had
a business there and surprise me with tickets so I
could finally see the ancient ruins I've been obsessed with
since I was a kid. I was beyond excited. When
I arrihyved at her place. Before the flight, she handed
me a pair of blackout contact lenses. I thought it
was just a little fun little game. We walked about
how hot it would be for her to leave me
around completely blind. She slipped in, took my hand, and
guided me through the entire journey car, airport, plane, all
the way to the luxury hotel in Rome. I was
completely out of mercy, blind the whole time. She took
me to a fancy restaurant still blinded, ordered me and
feeded me while I sat there, helpless and dripping. When
she finally got back to the suite, she'd let me
take out the lenses. My eyes adjusted slowly. I started
asking about the city so I could plan my sight
seeing the next day. That's when she dropped the punishment.
She told me I'd been too bratty a few weeks earlier,
and this is my consequences. I would spend the entire
five days in Rome, either locked in the hotel suite
or wearing blackout lenses. Again. No colisseum, no pantheon, no ruins,
just inside our room. In the occasional blinded dinner every morning,
she tied me spread eagled to the bed, blindfolded me,
and left a wan vibrator humming un low between my
legs while she went to her meetings. I woke up
aching and soaked every single day. When she returned, she
fed me breakfast while I was still bound, then used
me however she wanted, sometimes keeping me blind the whole time.
At night, she edged me mercilessly before finally letting me come,
reminding me that good girls who behave get to see
the city, bratty little pets don't. It was devastatingly disappointing,
but it was also the hottest thing anyone has ever
done to me. The total loss of control, the denial
of something I really wanted badly, the concert reminder that
my pleasure and freedom belonged to her left me needier
than I've ever been. When we finally flew back to
Norway and she let me take the lenses out for good,
I confessed how painfully hot the whole punishment had been.
That night. I was the most obedient little pet she'd
ever seen. She promised she'd take me back to Rome
one day for real, this time signed you're blindfolded and
denied Rome, brat I actually found this hot. I don't
know why. I'm just saying, could you imagine going a
place that you've never gone before? I think I would
have had my shit in check. I'm just saying, knowing
that my dom is taking me the ruins where I've
always wanted to go, I would be like, do you
need your shoes shined? How about some hot cocoa? Went
after right before dinner? You know, I want the fuck.
I'd have been on my so best behavior, and especially
after that, I definitely would be I'd be like, it's
been a couple of months before we're about to go.
I'm gonna be the best bit you could ever seen,
just saying I don't know, but this is a powerful
mind fuck. I I kind of feel a little sad
for her. It is messed up, but I don't know
why I find it interesting and intriguing. I don't I cry.
Maybe it's because I, you know, I got to see
what some of my stuff in the UK, and I'm thinking,
what would I have done if somebody put blind blinded
contacts in my eyes and I couldn't have seen the ruins, uh,
you know, Stonehenge and stuff. I think I would have cried,
Oh my gosh. Yeah. But what I do find hot
about this is the blindfolded Dinners or the blinded Dinners
that found it sounded hot to me. I don't know why,
but I think that's the part of found hot. I
know that's the part of found hot. And for my listeners,
what's the hottest denial punishment you've ever given or received?
Drop your confessions below. I'm squirming just thinking about blinded
and been fed too. Yeah, exactly. Maybe if it was Detroit.
Nothing gets Detroit if you lived there, nothing against it.
So I do think it'd be kind of cool to
I've watched too much Grand Tour where they went in
and they did the noise test in Detroit. There's some
parts of Detroit I would want to see, but I'll
watch it on the internet. I think that's enough said.
This was a very delicious episode comparedly yesterday. I handled
this one quite okay. I think. From a sugar mommy
who turned a dream roam trip into five days of
total sensory denial, we learned that sometimes the hottest punishment
is taking away exactly what we want the most. The
power exchange can be devastatingly erotic. From the life dominating
her secret tweak husband, we saw how embracing your partner's
hidden desires canon lock a whole new level of heat
and empowerment and a long marriage, and from our brain
abe Lesbian Unicorn, we are reminded that surrendering completely to
the right person, even when it pushes every boundary, can
feel like finally coming home to yourself. Kink isn't just
about the acts. It's about trust, communication and discovering parts
of yourself you didn't know existed. Okay, it's time for
you renal. And I know you weren't here when I
read it, so I'll definitely read it twice because it's long.
A girl meets a fascinating man at her mother's funeral
and falls in love. She never gets his contact info.
A few days later, her sister dies, suspected murderer who
killed the sister. One more time, a girl meets a
fascinating man at her mother's funeral and falls in love.
She never gets his contact info. A few days later,
her sister dies, suspected murderer who killed the sister. The
girl herself killed her sister. She hoped another family death
would bring the man back to the funeral. It was
gonna say your brother. Actually, when I first read it,
that was my first clue, And I'm like, is this
of those unsaid said things math equations that if you
have twenty five pine apples and twelve apples, how many
oranges do you have? You know? Oh goodness, all right,
I ate those two. It's time for your naughty tucking.
I couldn't focus on the spreadsheet in front of me.
My pulse was already racing because I knew he was here, sir,
my delicious secret, sprawled out on my couch like he
owned the place. He'd let himself in quietly while I
was on a morning call. The cocky smirk on his
face when I glanced up and saw him, tall, broad shouldered,
wearing that fitted black shirt that hugged every ridge of muscle.
He kicked off his shoes, scrolling on his phone, but
his eyes kept drifting to me a dark promise. My
brake hits at ten fifteen. The second I closed my
laptop led, he was on me. He pulled me onto
his lap, strong hands sliding up my thighs, under my
pencil skirt. Miss this tight little pussy, he murmured against
my neck, teeth grazing over sensitive skin. Oh wait, you
were not a Patreon member yet. If you were, you'd
get this episode ad free plus up to full ten
minutes delicious tuck in audio where my soft voice whispers
all the filthy things you've been dying to hear at night.
Just imagine me tucking you in like that, And that's
just one of the perks. So tell me. You gotta
slip behind the velvet rope with me, or keep missing out.
Go on over to patreon dot com poards last year
Nikki for more details to links in the show notes.
Thank you again for spending your night with me. If
these stories made you throb ache, blush, or make you
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I might read them the next time. Stay philthy, stay safe,
and I'll see you in the dark. Good night, my loves,