Speaker 1: Welcome back, you filthy little listeners to another episode of
Nikki after Dark, the place where anonymous confessions get even
dirtier than your wildest fantasies. I'm your host, Nikki, and
tonight we're diving deep into humiliation, total power exchange, and
creative cruelty. Here's some samples of what you're here tonight.
A curious virgin femboy meets a strict online mistress and
ends up crawling naked through his hostel, linking a toilet seat,
and drinking his own pissed soaked underwear all on camera
for her approval. A guy's flirty best friend discovers his
chastity cage, steals the keys, and makes him parade his
lock cock completely naked on a public beach, and a
switch gets mummified from head to toe and glad wrap edged,
mercilessly ruined multiple times, and fors to eat his own
cream pie straight from her pussy while she's still completely mobilized.
Stick around, cause these are even hotter in full detail,
and before, as usual, we get into those, I'm gonna
throw a question out at you, how has discovering a
new cank changed the way you see yourself or your
partner in everyday life. I'd love to hear from you,
my audience, what's one innocent activity that suddenly became wildly
arousing after you explored a new kink and has embracing
a previously hidden side of your sexuality made you more
confident or more secretive. Drop your answers in the chat,
or you can always email them to me at Nikki
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with people. It has not sunk, but when you look again,
you don't see a single person in the boat. Why
wan't let you pause on this one? Put that in
your cap, maybe take a smoke on it, and we'll
get back to you. At the very end of their show, Betty,
I wanted to let you know that the captain got
to in a row right, So I'm supposed to tell
you you know what time it is. It's time to
sit back, relax. Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries.
Of course, un explore some erotic fantasies from people just
like you would be. Dear Nikki, I need to confess
something that completely broke and remade me. Before this happened,
I was just a twenty five year old virgin fimboy
who secretly loved watching submissive porn but never experienced it myself.
That changed forever. On a lonely December night back in
twenty twenty one, during a college exam session, I was
alone in my hostel room when I logged into an
online chet and met a strict mistress. After I shyly
shared my kinks and limits, her very first order was
simple and devastating. Shoot a stripping video of yourself. Incended.
My heart raised As I obeyed, I peeled off my clothes.
My tiny cock, just one inch soft and four inches hard,
started twitching and leaking bray com. I wasn't allowed to
touch it. Once she approved the video, she commanded me
to tie my balls as tight as possible and edged
the sensitive head of my little dick without coming. The
ache was unbearable, but I kept recording for her. Next
came the humiliation marks. I wrapped my leather belt around
my neck like a collar, took a black marker and
wrote degrading words across my body. He will humiliate me
on my chests, filthy, slut on my soft hummy, and
more across my thirty four inch ass and brown nipples.
I sent full body selfie's face hidden and felt a
hot wave of shame wash over me, but my cock
stayed raw hard. She praised me, which only made me
sink deeper, and she ordered clothes pins on my sensitive
brown nipples. The sharp pain made my little dick throb
so hard I could barely breathe. After that, I dropped
to all fours scent photo, already feeling like her owned plaything.
The rehearsal descent began when she told me to stuff
my dirty underwear my mouth, open my room door, and
crawl completely naked on all floors down the corridor to
the shared washroom one toilet for seven students. My heart
pounded with terror as someone might catch me. Thankfully, the
hallway was empty. Once inside, I locked the door and
reported back. She made me kiss the toilet seat on camera.
Then lick it with my tongue out, I dropped the underwear,
took the humiliating selfies and sent them. Next, she had
me pick up the underwear with my mouth and drop
it to the toilet ball. Then I had to pee
all over it. My stream was strong and yellowish. I
recorded the whole thing for her approval while I tied
my balls ached and I clamped nipples burned. The next
command pushed me over the edge, plunged my head into
the toilet, hands behind my back, and retrieved the soaked
underwear only using my mouth. I struggled the tongue slipping
in the toilet again and again, face and mouth drenched.
When I finally dragged it out, I was filthy marked,
in a clamped mess. She ordered me to lick that
piss and toilet soaked underwear on video. By now I
was lost in subspace, loving every second of being used.
After approval, I had to wear the tripping underwear over
my face like a mask, get back on all floors,
spread my plump ass cheeks and my virgin hole with
toilet water and spit. I pushed one finger inside myself
for the first time ever, moaning like a desperate whore
while my tiny cock leaked NonStop. She made me add
a second finger, thrust deeper and moan with my tongue
hanging out like a dog. I edged so close to coming,
but wasn't allowed to finish. Finally, I crawled back to
my room on hands and knees since the final filthy
full body proof, and collapsed in a haze of shame, arousal,
and newfound submission. That's sings Night changed everything. I'm now
proudly bisexual, crave being used by men, women, trans or
anyone who wants to own me. I went from curious
fimboy to a true submissive slut who gets hard just
remembering how thoroughly I was humiliated and broken your desperate,
anonymous toilet faced fimboys slut. My miles are in the
next light year, like Buzz is light year way over
on this one. But I do understand the incredible, how
incredibly hot or not hot, but him giving into his
sphere and doing it, giving into that kink, that side
that he needs. I do find that part hot. Not
that this is for me, not that I would ever
do anything like this, but when you finally see someone
or in this instance, we read about someone or hear
about someone giving in to their kinky side. I like
that if this made him happy, because it anytime he
could have stopped. He could have shut off that camera
and walked away and never done it again at any point.
So this was totally on him and it made him
happy obviously, right, he found what made him want it,
what filled him, what made him do it. I would
love to have a conversation what made him want this,
what made him think he wanted You know, I have
so many questions there, but I do think him reaching
out into his own boundary. Even though I have a
feeling for most of us, this isn't now questions for
him though, What was the most intense moment for you?
The public crawl, the toilet retrieval, or the ass fingering
while moaning like a dog. For me, probably even though
the rest of it's pretty uh, the public crawl, that's
what I would be scared to death. That's where I
would have won, like, nope, shut my lid, totally, would
turn off my phone, walked away, the riding on me.
Everything else can wash off, but that I think would
have been my Nope, I'm gone. But as a mistress
and This is where I never thought I could do
it on the lines because I always had problems thinking
of wanting to do because I wouldn't want to do
anything like this, So pushing somebody to do something like this,
it just made me feel ick. Have you done anything
dirtier since that night? In questions for my listeners, what
did this confession do for you? Is this in your
hemisphere or even in your state or your miles varying
on this on this one? And would you like to
hear his next come slut story? Drack a comment if
you want to see part two and see if we
can get him to write back in Yeah, this is
not in my like I said, definitely not in my wheelhouse.
But again I appreciate. I like the courage that he
took to actually try his kink. That's what I'm focusing on,
Dear Nickame. I need to confess my first real gay
experience that turned me into an eager bottom slut. It
was a cold night in January. I was twenty one,
had been secretly craving cock for months. I'd steal my
mom's dildo and fucked myself while wearing panties I took
from girls I hooked up with but the rubber wasn't
enough anymore. I wanted the real thing, warm, thick, and
pulsing inside me. So I posted an ad on Craigslist
young guy wants to bottom loves wearing women's panties. A
forty year old man from two towns over messaged me
right away. That same night, I drove to his house,
nervous but rock hard. He was waiting in his bedroom.
He had a bunch of panties laid out and told
me to try them on for him. I muddled thongs
boy shorts while he sat on the edge of the
bed cock already out slowly stroking. He picked a pair
of red boy shorts for me. They hugged my ass perfectly.
I dropped to my knees between his legs and took
his fat cock in my mouth. God, I love the taste, salty,
musk and so manly. His dick was thick and it
filled my mouth completely. I used my tongue ring to
tease the underside, just like the girls used to do
to me. He groaned and grabbed my hair, clearly loving it,
but he didn't want to come in my mouth. He
pulled me up, bit me over his bed and slid
the red boy shorts down to my knees. He lifted
my ass up and slowly pushed his big cock inside me.
Fuck an hurt so bad. At first, I gritted my
teeth and moaned into the sheets, But after a few
deep pumps, the pain melted into pure pleasure. I started
pushing back against him like a desperate little horror. He
noticed and started thrusting harder. Do you like my dick?
He growled? Are you a little slut? Yes? I love
your cock. I whimpered, and I'm your little slut. That
sent him over the edge. He told me he was
about to come, and I begged, please fill me up.
I wanna feel your warm load inside me. After a
few seconds later, he buried himself deep and pump rope
after rope of hot common my virgin ass. The feeling
was pure euphoria, warm, wet, and completely owned. I drove
home that night leaking is common to those red boy shorts,
knowing I was never going back just to dildos again.
Yours anonmous red boy shorts, come dump. Okay, you couldn't
gone to the storm and butt your own dildo. I
swear if I had people around my house, I would
keep my dildos locked up. Just saying this would be
my fear, this confession because of the raw nervousness turning
into eager submission. The slow build from trying on panties
to take a new cream pie shows exactly a quickly
curious guy can become a total bottom slut author. Well,
it felt better sucking is thick cock with your tongue
ring or getting filled with his calm? And did you
keep the red voice shorts as a trophy? And have
you gone back for more since that night? And for
my listeners to this turn you on? Would you want
to hear more of his slutty adventures? I think I
would like to hear him splore more. It was better
than the first. Yes. In this week, it's supposed to
be pushing our boundaries, and we have found that the
first one is not on our Our miles are definitely
varying on there. It's like the engine dropped out in
the middle of the road and we tried to keep driving. Nope.
Oh goodness, dear Nikki, I need to tell you how
my best friend completely took control of my cock and
turned me into our locked little plaything. I'm a twenty
twenty eight year old gig who's been obsessed with chastity
for a long time. The feeling of being helplessly locked up, denied,
and owned makes me leak like crazy. We've always had
super open friendship, talk about sacks and kinks all the time.
One weekend, she stayed over at my place. I had
already been locked for a full week and planned to
keep cage the entire time. While I was in the shower,
she suddenly walked in because she needed to use the restroom.
We've never been shy about nudity, so I didn't think
much of it until she saw the shiny metal cage
trapping my cock. That night, in bed, she bombarded me
with curious questions. Horny and embarrassed, I jokingly offered the keys.
Big mistake. Her eyes lit up. She smiled sweetly, took
the keys and kept them for the rest of the weekend.
I stayed locked and throbbing the whole time. A few
weeks later, we won on the camping trip. The moment
we met at my place, she asked if I was locked.
When I said no, she ordered me to strip right there.
She slid the cage on the cock herself, clicked the
lock shut and dropped the keys into her pocket with
a wicked little grin that from that moment I had
zero control. She only let me unlock for cleaning, and
only when she was right there supervising in the shared bathroom.
Every morning she teased me about my desperate morning erection.
Pressing painfully against the bars, she pulled the blanket down
just there, sometimes giving the cage a little flick with
her finger while giggling. The hottest part happening at the beach.
It was almost empty, and she knew how much I
loved being naked in the sun. She made me take
off everything except the cage. I walked along the shore
completely exposed, metal cock tight around my shaved cock and
balls for anyone to see. The mix of humiliation, freedom,
and total helplessness was insane. I'm still jerking off to
that memory, even though nothing sexual ever happened between us.
She loved having that power over me, and I love
being her lucked, denied best friend. Yours an anonymous caged
beach boy. Yeah, well I wouldn't lock him up and
it's just me. No. Yeah, I can imagine if someone
they'll never do it again exactly. Okay. So as I
was reading this, this is what I got to thinking
about the cage person. Okay, So what if because this
is what sparked my mind. When she saw the cage
and you know, she locked him up on all that,
what if she just got on and wrote the cage
like it rubbed her clip just right, you know, like
grinding it, and I mean it technically wouldn't be teasing.
She's getting off. It's not her problem that he got
hard and wet. Right. Betty backed me up on this.
I mean, I'm just saying it's there, right, why not?
That's what turned me on in my head. That's where
my fantasy was going, is that every time he was
locked in cage, she took the opportunity of you know,
I've always wondered that too, Husker, how how do you
use the restroom? Is it? And I would be afraid
to handle it? And uh, I would be afraid to
lock He described how she locked him up, And I'm
cringing over here because I'd be afraid. I would, you know,
kind of pinch something or ooh it hurts. Wouldn't that
be fun? I don't think we'd be giving up our
submissive nature though doing that, it doesn't feel like it really.
I mean, I guess technically we would be, but it
doesn't really feel like it. They have holes at the
bottom to be through. I'm just kind of like and
it does a way to rub my clid on something.
This is a slow, burdened domination. I have to give
him that. The fact that she just a close female
friend and not even a lover makes the power exchange
really hot. Here. The casual way she took control, supervised
his cleaning and made him parade his cage on the
beach is deliciously wicked. So questions for you, cage beach boy,
what was more intense the public beach walk with your
cage fully visible or her casually watching and teasing your
morning wood every day? That would be so tempting to
get on that morning wood caged just saying you do. Oh.
She locks him in a kennel. I've seen the big
kennels before. That's fascinating. I just remember it was at
one of the clubs I was in the UK, and
I just remember running my hands over the cage because
they were it was under like this bed thing or
the mats were where people could fucking do all kinds
of things, but they were under that And so like
your mistress or whatever you're calling your dynamic, there could
be above you and doing things and you're down there.
There's nothing you can do but listen. I always found
I found those cages just erotically hot in a way.
And here's a question for you author. Has she kept
the keys longer since the camping trip or made any
new rules for chastity? And guys, what are you thinking
about this? If you wanted to be caged? Do you
like their fantasy or the one Betty and I are
chopping a bed? It's about I kind of like mind better,
but just saying so. I had this guy on the
lines once, but he was in between keyholders. So to
give him the effect of a keyholder, he took a
milk jug and he poured water into it like mm
about halfway down, and he froze the water and then
fold it out, put the key in, and then filled
up with more water. That way. He was never how
you say, he was never tempted to, you know, get
you know, cut the key out because it was at
the bottom. He just could cut it out. And run
some water over it, so he's never tempted to. Either way,
he had to wait a long time for the water
to melt. I'm telling you there's one way to have
a keyholder. Either you have one or you don't. What
if they lost the key, that would be me husker.
I think you put that question up there, because that
would be shit. I would I'd have to wear it
on my neck, or I'd have to keep it on
my keychain with my key ring, because that would be
I can't even find half of my chargers for my vibrators,
let alone keep a hold of the key, or I'd
have if they, like you always have two, maybe we
would do like the the milk jug thing. We put
it like halfway between, or like a soda pop whatever,
you know, put it halfway between. That way we could
melt it out for emergency purposes, like if I forgot
the key at home kind of thing. Yeah, having back.
Could you imagine if you only had one key and
someone like me lost it and you guys had to
call or go to the hospital. Let me explain MS well,
doctor exactly, Hello, nurse, I have a story for you. Oh,
the fire department, A bunch of honky men coming to
help Hm, I might have to lose that key. Dear Nikki,
I need to tell you how I became sir desperate,
boomed out little edge slut with strict new boundaries on
my needy cunt. I've always loved giving up control of
my or chasms, but since Sir took full ownership, the
edging has reached a whole new level. Our one simple rule,
I could play with myself as much as I wanted
and etch for hours. I just couldn't come. Last week
I went to weigh too hard. Five hours of switching
between my clit, sucker and hatachi, grinding my swollen pussy
against anything I could, I ended up making my tiny
inner labia bleed. Ooh. I only noticed when I saw
red streaks of my shorts and felt the sting in
the shower. Even the shower had felt too good while
it cleaned me up. Now the rules are more stricter.
No touching my clit at all, no vibrators, no fingers
inside my hule, no spreading my lips to rub anything
directly on her. Only Sirr's allowed to touch my broken
little clit, and even he's being gentle. Last night. He
licked and tongue fucked me so softly it made me shake,
feeling his warm, wet tongue gently soothing my sore, swollen
nub while I moan like a helpless toys pure torture.
My pussy clenched and dripped, but I still couldn't touch.
I'm also not allowed to finger my own hole anymore.
I got so swollen and tight from the pain in
overstimulation that Sir could barely fit inside me. He wasn't happy,
After all, it's his pussy. He gets to wreck it
and use it whenever he wants. I proved I can't
be trusted with free use, so now I'm denied even that.
The only things I'm allowed are my fat outer lips
and my ass. I've been desperately smushing and pinching my
puffy outer lips together, trying to feel pressure on the
hidden clit through all that soft flesh. It's frustratingly good,
but never enough. Sometimes I risk one finger carefully along
my cli hood. That large hood is only things saving
me right now, and when I'm really aching, I fucked
my tight little ass with fingers or toys thinking about
sirs thick claiming it. I'm dying for him to own
every hole. Right now, I'm on day two of these
brutal new rules. I've rolready, I'm already a dripping, gooned mess.
My hands keep wandering mindlessly towards my pussy during the day,
but I catch myself and stick to the allowed outer lips.
I haven't started bagging or crying yet, but I know
it's coming. I'm Sir's desperate little goon girl, and I
fucking love how much he enjoys my suffering. You're anonymous,
denied and gooned cut. I don't know about this. I
never know about ones that say you can or can't
do this right. That kind of just you know, perplexes
makes I know I would break it. I would be like,
screw you, I need an orgasm, and I would give
myself an orgasm. So this would not work for me.
The mix of self inflicted damage, the strict new boundaries,
and her creative ways to still edge within the rules
paints such a hot picture of total power exchange and
aching desperation. Now, this is one thing I did really
really like about her. It's like she knew she couldn't
cross that line, but she knew she could put a
couple toes on it, maybe edge the other side of
the line. She just couldn't cross the line. I love
that she was finding ways to keep herself edged. That
was hot to me. In questions for her A my author,
what's been the hardest moment so far under the new
rules and constant temptation to touch your clip or the
denial of being able to fuck your own holes? How
long do you think you'll last before you're crying and
begging for sirs? Miss Mercy? I think any day now
if she's not, and if she keeps going, I would
have to break a rule, Betty. I that would be
me totally breaking the rule here and listeners, does controlling
every touch on a needy pussy like this turn you on?
Would you rather be the one setting these cruel rules
or the one desperately obeying them? The only way I
could obey, he's right there. As soon as he leaves
and goes does an air and I'm like, screw this.
I I'm sorry. I need an orgasm, but I mean,
I just I don't have patience. I'm sorry when it
comes to my orgasms, it's like a no, I'm no
patient person. Dear Nikki, I need to tell you how
completely addicted I've become to orgasm denial. I've been with
my dom for a full year now. Every single time
he edges me for hours, tease me right to the brink,
over and over, only to stop just before I tip over.
I turn into an absolute, whimpering, dripping mess by the end,
and I'm bagging like my life depends on it, shaking, leaking,
and offering to do anything just for one release. It's
so humiliating, but that's exactly why it turns me on.
More than anything else. I love how powerless I feel
when he owns my pleasure completely. That deep throbbing ache
between my legs becomes everything. It makes my whole body hypersensitive,
my mind fuzzy, and my submissions so much deeper. The
longer denial goes, the more desperate and pathetic I get,
and I fucking crave that feeling. I don't know why
denial hits me this hard. Maybe it's the constant build
up with no payoff, or the way it rewires my
brain to associate frustration with pure arousal. All I know
is I'm addicted to that achy, needy state. I live
for the moment he finally decides I've stuffed enough, or
when he decides I haven't anyone else completely hooked on
that delicious he humiliating inch signed anonymous aching edge slut.
I get called out that I'm poudy. You become very pouty,
and then he does this big old fat lit and
shows me what I look like. I'm like, I don't
pout that bad. I get pissed off. There's a difference
this confession. It captures the intoxicating psychology of orgasm denial,
almost spot on the sweet spot where frustration flips into
an overwhelming arousal and total surrender. The humiliation of begging
after hours of edging is pure submissive. I do like
that part, but I don't. That's one thing I really,
one of these days want to do is conquer that
my Okay, let's let's go, let's go, let's go. No patience.
I have no patience when it comes to that. I
like to get from A to Z like really quick.
And that's with a lot of things in life. Questions
from my author, what's the longest edging session your dom
has put you through? And how broken did you do?
You feel by the end. Does the denial make your
orgasms more intense when he finally allows them, or do
you sometimes crave being denied even longer? And for my listeners,
who else gets off on the desperate ache of denial?
Do you prefer being the one edging and denied or
the one left whimbering and begging. I don't know. I
do like edging them, though, I like teasing them to
the to the point, but that's me. There's something very
sexy about edging a man's cock, just hm. I find
it fascinating the way hand moves and the way it
cresses the way I do it anyway, I just very
hypnotized by watching, you know, especially if you can see
the the lube in your hands and you can feel it.
I love the texture as well. I won't allow that
let me come. I don't know. I really like playing. Yes,
it's it if anybody has never messed with the long
distance like toys that you can play with that edge.
That's hot on another level as well, especially if you
can hear them, like you can connect through the app,
or like if you're on the phone with someone you know,
that's a whole nother level. Of coming and playing right there.
I'm just throwing that out there. If you guys still
have not tried that. Dear k Nikki, I need to
tell you how I've ruined and I've become two weeks
of cruel denial. My dom left me yesterday and I'm
already falling apart like a desperate, dripping mess. For fourteen days,
He's kept me locked in this aching state, no orgasms,
just endless teasing and edging the leaves me throbbing and empty.
To make sure I don't forget who owns me, I've
been wearing my plug all day. It stretches my tight
little hole just enough to keep me constantly aware, constantly leaking,
but nowhere full enough to satisfy the deep craving inside me.
Every shift, every step reminds me how empty I really
am without his cock. I've been wearing my gag for
most of the day and muffles all my pathetic little
wines and whimpers every time the denial hits me like
a wave. I can't even bag properly, just soft frustrated
noises into the silicone while I drip down my thighs.
I keep checking the clock every five minutes, counting down
the hours until he comes back. I keep telling myself
that I could just sit still, behave and be a
good girl, and maybe he'd finally let me come. But
we know, though, that's a lie. He loves me like this, broken, denied,
plugged and gagged, and the worst part, I love it too.
I am truly completely ruined for anyone else, signed your
anonymous denied, plugged and gagged, ruined toy. I actually thought
this was hot. I mean it was short and punchy
and just desperate, but I loved how she was aching
desperation that with a combination of long term denial, the
constant anal plugging, and the gagging. Yeah. I kind of
like this. I'm not saying I would do it, but
I kind of like it. It's the perfect example how
denial doesn't just deny pleasure, it rewires the sub into
a constant, needy, obedient mess. I think I would probably
try this. I don't know why I find this a
little hot compared to all the other denial ones. Hmmm,
this kind of has me thinking I only took the
third one to make me think of it. Questions for
my plugged and gagged, ruined toy. What's been the hardest
of these two meet the throbbing clit, the pussy denial,
or the constant stretch of emptiness from the plug. When
your dom finally returns, do you think he'll let you
come or will he ruin you even more? I don't know,
but I wouldn't see him giving in right away, like
coming to the door and go, okay, let's make you come.
I don't think it'd be that. I think it would
be like he gets home like late morning, and he
goes about his whole day like normal chores, you know,
Let's do the lawn, let's go to the grocery store,
everything PG vanilla, and then I think he'd pay off.
I think he would wait to the very last moment
to where she is almost a ruined mess, because he's
right there and he's not doing it, and I think
that's when he'll reward her. I could be wrong, though,
because I'm not a dom alright, listeners, who else gets
off on being kept plug gagged and denied for days
or weeks? Again? Normally I wouldn't, But there's something. Maybe
it's the way I'm at it, I don't know, but
or the way it's written, I should say I liked
this one. I don't know if I could do weeks, though,
maybe a couple hours at first, because I am an
impatient woman. A day tops like plug me that morning
and then pay me off that night. Yeah, maybe a day.
I don't think I could do two weeks. Matter of fact,
I know I couldn't do two weeks. I yeah, I'm
a sailor's daughter and all that. Dear nikin I started
dating this older man, and how he's quickly turning me
into a dirty slud who's loving every second of it.
I promise myself i'd keep things vanilla with my new boyfriend.
He's older, experience, and incredibly good with his mouth and hands.
But last night, any idea of vanilla dis I heard
the moment he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled
my ass up high. Before I could even finish my sentence,
his tongue was buried between my cheeks, licking and teasing
my tight little hole. I was shocked on how fast
I got wet for it. He got me doing things
I'd never imagine I craved. He fucked my ass with
almost snow prep except for a spit and tongue and
I came harder than ever half in my life. He
bends me over the couch the second I walk in
from work, still in my blouse and skirt, and uses
me like his personal toy. I leave smelling like leather,
sweat and sects, and it makes me smile the whole
drive home. The craziest part while is at work, I've
been secretly googling double penetration techniques, watching videos, touching myself,
imagining him and a toy stretching both my holes at once.
After just a few weeks, I'm already calling him sir
when he ties my wrist to the bedframe, begging like
a desperate whore for his cock. The way he makes
me earn every orgasm has unlocked something filthy inside me.
I thought I was a good girl. Maybe I was
this slutty and just needed an older man to bring
it out. Anonymous new anal and DP craving slut. I've
always said there's something about you silver Foxes just saying,
oh my gosh. I love this because it was her
sexual awakening. I always love when a person finds their kink.
They're scratching their itch, they're finding their new selves. That
they're opening the eyes to more pleasure, regardless of how
simple or complex it could be, as long as it's consensual.
I love that he went from let's keep it to
vanilla to just boom, let's go, you know, rough use bondage,
even fantasizing my dumble penetration. Now that's pretty hot for her.
All right? Anonymous? What felt the naughties so far? Getting
your ass eaten or fucked with almost no prep or
realizing you're now googling DP techniques at work? I hope
you're using a VPN in you or your own personal
equipment on that. Has he already any deuced, any toys
or a third person or is that still in your
dirty fantasies? For now? And for my listeners, who else
discovered a much dirtier side of themselves after stating someone
older or just someone with more experience? Would you let
an older partner turn you into their personal slut this fast? Yeah?
It's it's amazing. What you know, you put several people
in a line and you could date each of them,
and each of them will bring you something something different
out right, So what you might not like in person A,
you may find in person Z that you liked everything,
but it's done differently, or you may find like, you know,
that's your mix. It's like seeing a nex and you
hear what they do together and you're like, well, they
didn't do it with me. It's like, well, maybe it
didn't feel right with you, Maybe it feels better with them,
same thing for you, exactly. People are all different experiences
if we think of our personalities. Absolutely, But what I
always like to say is, it's usually like after you
go through a relationship and you have a breakup, right,
it's usually not the first person that you are with.
I'm not saying rebound sex. The first person that you're with,
even if it's just sexually, like you've waited a while, whatever,
that's not your person. Your person's like in between, because
usually you go way far left right to experience something
completely opposite, and then you end up usually settling right
in the middle where you find the best balance of
the good parts, the best sex and the best personality.
Dear Nikki, let me tell you about the hottest ciner game.
My gait my domb played with me last night. He
blindfolded me tight so I couldn't see a thing. He
made me guess what toy or object he was teasing
across my naked skin. Every wrong guest earned me a
sharp slap on my thighs. He started slow and mean,
dravicking a soft feather over my nipples down to my
stomach until I was shivering. I guessed wrong and got
my first slap. Then came the ice cubes circling my clit,
dripping cold trails down my thighs. I guessed ice correctly,
but he still slapped me just because he could. Next
was the vlogger, the leather tails, kissing and stinging my
tits and her thighs. I said flogger, but he kept
going until I was gasping. The vibrator was the worst.
He pressed it right against my swollen clt unlow, then
pulled it away again and again while I tried to
name it through my moans. I got so many slaps
I lost count. By the end, I was dripping, trembling,
a blind folded mess, skin, hypersensitive thighes, burning red, pussy aching.
He finally ripped the blind fold off, pinned me down,
and fucked me so hard I came with sens seconds.
Sensory deprivation and guessing games are the best kind of torture.
I've never been more worked up in my entire life.
Signed You're blind folded sensory slut. Has anybody ever played
any sinsory games? I would love this. Only thing they
left out that I find interesting that I really want
to do it on my list is wax. I want
to do the whole hot wax thing. I I always
loved playing with wax on my fingers. I know I
would love to have the hot do to me, or
just even the whole sinsury thing. Yeah, not the wax
no I got. I haven't burned it yet, but I
was given a wax for wax play from Get the
Corn Out of Your Ears Husker. I haven't done the flogger,
I don't think, but I have done the cuffs. Actually
it was neckties. It was his work ties. I thought
that was fucking hot. I know you were. I was
about to say the thing of are you growing corn
out of your ears? Over there, because that's the saying
I always had growing up with, Oh go clean your ears,
you're gonna have corn growing out of them. That's what
I always heard growing up. Flogging is I think you
would need a flogger, not not now whip, No, I
think you should get taught that, But a flogger you
can kind of play with that as a couple. But
I mean, if she's not comfortable, she's not comfortable. There
are places that you can go to that will teach
you stuff like that. But back to my candle wax
made for intimacy a husker. It's like a soft wax
so when it melts it turns into massage oil. But
it's like a candle at first. So I'm kind of interested.
And listeners, have you ever been played blindfolded guessing games
with toys ice, leathers, feathers not leathers. Would you rather
be the one guessing or getting punished or the one
teasing and slapping? I'd rather be teased. I don't know,
but teasing does sound quite nice. I just think they
learn how that's the key. Did you like it, Oz?
Did you like the stripper at your bachelor party that
hit you with some wax and candleplay? Yeah, it's on
my list. Like I said, dear Ney King, let me
tell you how deeply I crave public ownership and how
badly I wish I could wear my collar out in
the open. I dream about Master taking me for a
real walk on a leash, not in private. I want
him to clip it to my collar and lead me
through the world like his proud own pet. I'd happily
drop to all floors and crawled beside him like the
true sub human, feeling the tug on my neck every
time he pulls me forward. The thought of being dragged
wherever he wants, exposed and leash for everyone to see,
makes my pussy throb with need. He's such a perfect owner,
and I love being his devoted slave from the bottom
of my heart. This isn't just sexual for me anymore.
I want the world to know I belong to him completely,
even as a willing toilet slave if he desires. I
fantasize about living this twenty four seven, proudly showing my
submission in public. The only thing holding back is reality.
I'm a black woman, and I know walking around visibly
collared and leash with draw shock stairs judgment, and cos
that fear stops us for now. But God, I wish
of a kind consensual power exchange could be normalized. I
want to be displayed as Master's property without shame. Yours,
Anonymous leashed black slave pet. Okay, I'm gonna tell you
a secret here, and this is a true story. I
swear so I had callers or not callers meaning not
a caller, but there were some gentlemen that called that
were black, and yes I saw him on camera. I
know they were. And some of the fantasies they had
would be kind of like this. That would if they
aired it out in public, it would be a huge controversy.
It would be something that not many people would be
very shocked, and it even did me until they explained it.
It's just like anything else. It's a form of being
just letting go and exploring what that could be for them,
even though they really don't want it in real life.
You know, one of them was pleasing the woman of
the house, being her house spill in the word I
never would say the word no. Then you know. The
other one was being on an auction block and he
would loved when I would run my nails across his
scars from being whipped those things. But he would get
sexually turned on by it. So, like I said, those
was that one, that one, and I think that was it.
I know there's three, but I can't think of it wrong. Either,
but you get the drift. They were all around in
that area. However, I don't think this really explores that.
I think there's a way that she could I mean,
wouldn't be on all fours, but they still could find
a way to secretly do it. There's so much fashion
jewelry out there that discreetly hides it. The collar though.
No the ones I like that I think are very feminine.
Is it's where instead of like a normal necklace buckle,
if you know what I'm talking about, in the back,
it actually is like a long chain and that the
end has a big circle, and you put the chain
through the circle, so the circle goes in the middle
of your neck, like where your collar would be or
the loop in your collar, and it hangs down like
a leash, and it hangs down between the breast, not
necessarily for a collar leashed kind of thing, but it
still gives them a symbolism. So eventually, you know, if
you wanted to, he could reach over and kind of
pull it every now and then. Might not. They might
be far more advanced than that, But I think if
they wanted to do something in public, that's the way
to go. That's what I would suggest and questions. For
my author, what's the strongest pull for you the public
humiliation and exposure or the deep emotional feeling of total
ownership by your master. Have you two done any sub
subtle public play yet, like wearing a discrete collar excuse me,
or plug under your clothes to scratch an itch a little?
And for my listeners, would you ever walk your sub
on a leash in public if it was safe and consensual?
How far into the lifestyle public submission are you comfortable doing?
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free to listen. Vegas, you could get away with it,
though bas is like like a whole other planet. I
don't think anybody would bat an eye in Vegas. I
guess I've always liked the idea of like the choker
I was telling you about. It's it's there like only
it's kind of like for lifestyle couples or people in
the lifestyle, they'll wear a black ring on their right
ring finger. For men, I can see where you could
say that huskar that it's degrading, but like I couldn't
do like the whole leash thing, but I could do
the whole like I was saying, like the the necklace
where the it sits there with the little chain down and
I'm talking like a gold chain. I'll have to find
a picture of it and put it in chat so
you guys can see what I'm talking about. There's also
the one that it it's like a bracelet, but it
kind of goes it's another like it leads up to
a ring around your finger, So like think of a
pretty bracelet, gold, whatever you want, and then it leads
up to like a just a solid decorative ring and
you depending on what type of relationship it is and
I don't know which finger it is, don't ask, it's
usually worn on the middle or the ring finger. So
that's another way that they usually show that they're in
a dominant submissive relationship type of thing, like out in public.
That's how they do that. That when I'm okay with
because I find that sexy in a down low kind
of way. It's like they're out in public, but it's
very secretive. So if you know, you know kind of thing.
Dear Nikki, I need to tell you how I went
from vanilla to full on dominant freak in just eight months,
and how much I'm loving every second of it. I
started dating Katie back in January and only dated a
couple months, but he confessed early on that he's a
total sub. I never dominated anyone before, but the moment
I tried it, I thrived. The first night, I had
him on his knees, licking my feet and worshiping me
like a desperate little bitch. Since then, I've completely owned him.
He's eaten almost fifty loads. He keeps count like a
good boy. I control his orgasms for months at a time,
make him wear sexy little outfits and fem and I
have so much blackmail material I could ruin him with
one click. I've made him sit on a dildo for
hours while I casually scroll my phone. I've even trained
him to crave the taste of his own comb. I
put him in such a deep sub space that the
flavor as now makes him leak and whimper. One of
my favorite things was seducing his room mate while he
was on vacation, sending him photos of us fucking in
his own bed. His roommate thinks cucking him is hilarious
and keeps suggesting new humiliation pictures to send. We broke
up because we weren't a good romantic match, but the
friendship stayed strong and the domination got even better. It's
all playful, safe, and one hundred percent consensual. Now I'm
planning the big fiftieth load. I'm going to fuck my
friends with benefits and make Katy eat every drop of
his cum straight out of my freshly used pussy. I
still can't believe how fast I went from vanilla good
girl to this. I don't want to walk into my dominance.
I sprint sign the competing ex girlfriend dom This empowering,
I guess, be kind of funny and playful, the friendly
cuckholding dynamic mixed with heavy training complay. It does make
it very uniquely hot. I kind of think going from
vanilla to making my ex eat a stranger's load out
of me an underyear, that's pretty fast, I think, I mean,
I don't know, it could be slow. For some couples
and for my author, what was the hottest reaction Katie
has had so far while eating a load, especially when
it wasn't his own? Are you actually going to film
the fiftieth cream Pie cleanup? Or is it even too
risky for you too? And listeners, have you ever turned
a casual relationship or X into your personal cum eating toy?
How wild did it get once you discovered your dominant side? No,
I have never been with an X again. Once third acts,
I'm an X, I'm out. Peace Boy Darcy really went
and to made sure he got us some pediasm stuff
to eat. Oh by ah, Dear Nikki, I need to
confess about the most intense caning session I've ever experienced. Today.
Master took me to his friend John Howse, a true
expert and a huge collection of canes, who first introduced
me to caning a months ago. This time wasn't for education.
Master wanted me to push my limits hard. John restrained
me face down on the bed, ankle straps to the frame,
riffs cuffed behind my back. The first strokes were thin,
stringy cane, sharp and delicious. I stayed quiet and took
them well. But when he switched to a heavier, thicker
canes and started landing them faster, with almost no break
between strokes. The pain built so quickly I was breathing hard,
flinching and clinching. When a few strokes landed on my
upward thighs, I had to call for a pause. The
suspense of not seeing the cane coming made it even
more intense. After a short rest, he flipped me onto
my back ankles, pulled up and strapped so high my
ass was completely helpless and exposed. In this position, I
could see every swing coming. The inner parts of my cheeks,
the crease where my ass meats thigh were now fully vulnerable.
I last far less time here. The pain was so
overwhelming I quickly safe warded. The whole intense scene only
lasted about twenty to thirty minutes of actual caning, but
it pushed me to ninety to ninety five percent of
my limit. But the time we finished, both cheeks had big, firm,
swollen lumps. The strokes of overlapped. The burning faded fairly fast,
but I'm still sitting carefully on deep bruises. I'm so
proud of how much I took. Master said I did well,
and John was impressed, even though it was pure pain
play with no sexual release. I feel cocredibly submissive, owned
and alive this experience. I'll be feeling and remembering from
days you're desperate, caned and bruised pain slut ah. I
like that she's honest about this. I do, and it's
focused on pain endurance. And I agree with you, Betty.
Caning is way too much for me. Just in my head,
I'm hearing the lashings in my head, I'm going, ooh yeah.
But I gotta give her credit for, you know, when
we're given credit to where these people are exploring something
they desire. And just as much as this is a
hard limit for us and I no or not even
in our our miles are definitely varying on this way,
I got to give her kudos for reaching out and
trying it. So I am definitely doing that questions from
my author, which position felt more mentally challenging, face down
where you couldn't see the strokes coming, or on your
back where you could watch them land. I would think
that face down you wouldn't kind of like if you
were punished with spankings growing up, if you knew they
were coming you flinched and tightened up, and those were
the worst. So I would think if you couldn't see
them coming, they wouldn't be less impactful. I could be wrong.
If anybody listening when I post this knows about kanning,
can let me know? That would be great. Did I
say canoeing? Knowing me, I probably did. This is what
you'd get live. I don't get to go back and change.
How long do you think the oh? I didn't say cooing?
Did I say kaning? Did I say canning? Did I
say canning too? Jesus see it again. This is the
stuff you get live. I can pick some stuff that
are like this. He wors Oh. Okay, so I didn't
say it. It was cane good. It is tricky. How long
do you think the bruises will last? And does wearing
the marks turn you on? When you look in the mirror,
I could see, like if we were indicating, you know,
turning around and seeing the marks, I could see that
turning on. It's kind of like you know, when somebody
spanks you for into spanking, even if it's light spanking,
and you turn around afterward and you see the handprint,
you know, and you kind of see it same thing.
And for my listeners, have you ever been cane hard
enough to leave big overlapping bruises? And would you rather
take a hard caning session or watch or give one
to watch? Yes, it's the same thing like that, like
wherever the marks, wherever it turns you on. That's that's
where I could see absolutely NII the beautiful, exciting breakthrough
I had last night with my husband. I've been married
for just one month, and we both waited until our
wedding night to have sacks. Even though I love him deeply,
I had the stubborn mental block that kept me from
being able to come when he was touching me. I
could only finish when I touched myself with his help,
never from him alone. It was so frustrating for both
of us. Last night, we decided to try something new,
mild bondage. He gently restrained my hands by my sides
and held my legs open wide so I couldn't close them.
The moment I felt the loss of control, something inside
me melted. I felt so exposed, helpless and completely his.
The excitement built so fast, so intensely, that when he
finally made me come, it hit me like a wave
It was stronger and deeper than anything I've ever felt.
We both were shaking and with joy afterward. I can't
stop smiling today. After a month of trying, bondage finally
unlocked me and let my husband give me my first
orgasm with him. I feel closer to him ever. Signed
the newly bondage person, it did say come slut, but
I took it out because there wats lots of com
sluts tonight, so we're gonna give her a person instead
of a comest. I think Darcy just comes tot all
night out of every one of them. This confession was
so sweet. I am hot at the same time. The
mix of innocense waiting for marriage and then that sudden
discovery of light bondage removes her mental block is incredibly arousing.
I found once I was blindfolded once and they did
all the things with me, the bread, and I found
myself not wanting to rush, not wanting to let's go,
let's go, let's go, like my impatientness. That's the word
went away. It was so sexually satisfying. So I get this.
And there are times like when I'm there and I
need to masturbate, and when he just wants to me
that I need him to watch, that I need to
be part of that, and that to me is really
hot too. So questions for my author what part of
the bondage turned you on the most, having your hands tied,
your legs held open, or just feeling of being completely
out of mercy? Do you think you'll explore more bondage
or restraints now that it works so well? And questions
for my listeners. Have you ever discovered that bondage or
light restraints help you orgasm with nothing else? Could newlyweds
are long term couples? What's something you've tried that completely
changed your sex life? Drop your comments below, or you
can always as always send them to Nikki in Ikky
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Central Standard Time for live ad free shows. Dear Nikki,
I need to confess the night my sadistic friends with
benefits turned me into our completely helpless, glad wrapped plaything
and ruined me over and over. We're both switches, but
that weekend she was fully in charge. She sent me
a video during the week of a guy mummified in
plaster crap, and when I plainfully asked how much wrap
it took, she replied, we're finding out this weekend for
research purposes. She wrapped me like a Delhi sub three
meters of tight glad wrap from my clavicles who all
the way down to my knees. I was completely immobilized
in her bed, unable to squirm, shift, or even twitch.
With the lights and low fig playing, she straddled my hips.
I admired her work, then slowly cut a hole at
my crotch and pulled my cock out. What followed was
pure torture. She edged me for what felt like forever
with her hands, mouth, and then her tight pussy. She
etched me slowly while choking me lightly, bringing me right
to the edge again and again with that wicked grin
on her face. Then she started the ruins. The first
one was slow and cruel, just her thumbs sliding up
underside until I leed't come while she held me throbbing
cock upright with two fingers. She gave me almost no
recovery before collecting my own comb and using it as
lube for the rest of the ruin. After the second ruin,
she kissed me, climbed back on, rowed me till I
was right there again, and made me come inside her Immediately.
She spun around, lowered her pussy lips onto my mouth,
and ordered, you're on. I served slave. I lickd and
sucked my own com out of her while she sucked
and struck my over sensitive cock until she forced one
final orgasmotomy, milking every last drop while I moaned into
her pussy. By the end, I was sweaty, dazed, in
a ruined mess. It still trapped in plastic. She cut
me out with kitchen shears. We showered, and then we
went out for sushi, beer and asana like nothing had happened.
I'd never felt so owned and used in the hottest
possible way. Signed, You're glad, wrapped ruined cometer comeslot. No,
I didn't have kumslot. I promise I'd like a BMT
with lettuce and spanach and extra cucumbers and extra pickles,
extra tomato and pepper jack cheese, please, with salt and
pepper and extra sucks. I'm sorry how much saran wrap?
I'm like, I'm like, how much soran wrap from Sam's
or Costco? Are we gonna have to get to do this? Seriously,
for those who have ever used mummified, somebody in Soranne
Wrap drop us a line on the sesame se said,
I have to get flatbread. It's on the flatbread, just
saying it, but yes, sesame seeds one. I kind of
like this one though, especially when they said the they
cut out a hole for the dick for research purposes.
That was good too. I was like, and then They're like,
I go into the sauna and I'm thinking, what wasn't
he already the sauna being wrapped up and mummified and
Soranne wrap. I mean, just say it. I did really
like this one. It was it was creative and deliciously
cruel and full of plastic momification, extended edging and multiple
ruined orgasms, a forced cream pie cleanup, casual aftercare and
still going to a sana swetting it all out, and
it was ribert. It was all done for research purposes.
The only thing they didn't tell us is how much
did all the soran wrap cost from Costco or Sam's.
I kind of want to know that, right, I mean,
I mean if somebody has a cost, I mean I do,
but I don't think you want me to look it up.
I mean I don't even know how much know what
I'm going to You guys can say here white because
I'm curious, and then we won't do the math further
in here because it's too late to do that kind
of math. So at Sam's we don't want the clean
we actually want Soranne wrap. Well there's aluminum foil, like
I only find foil. I thought they had soran app
Maybe they don't. Maybe they just have the clean rap. Okay,
So somebody's gonna have to tell us where to get it.
So we won't be able to do unless we want
to do the press and seal, you know, and if
that that's only one hundred and forty square feet and
you get two rolls of it, so we're gonna need
a whole lot of heavy you know, saran wrap or
press and seal. Could you imagine? Oh my goodness. Okay,
we got to ask the author what part pushed you
into the deepest subspace, being completely mobilized in the rap
ruined orgasms or eating your own comes straight from her pussy?
And how many times did she actually ruin you that
night before the final orgasm, and how long were you
edged in total? And see, I always thought that ruined
orgasms mean that's it. You just got a tiny one
you didn't get to you know. Me, Once it's ruined,
I'm like, that's it. Shit, Now I gotta recover. I
thought you you know, because me, I consider ruined orgasm
as where like you may stop rubbing your clint, but
your body still goes through the motions kind of thing.
I mean, your miles may vary on this one. And
for my listeners, have you ever been fully mummified in
plastic crap or something similar like a sub would you
rather give or receive this kind of long, sadistic, ruined session.
I'd like to watch it. I would so like to
watch it anybody else. Yeah, this was a very delicious
sleep depraved episode. I'm gonna have to talk to Darcy
about this one. From the finnboy who went from curious
porn watcher to a toilet trained submissive in one night,
we learned how fast shame can flip into deep addictive arousal.
From the best friend who casually stole his keys and
made him expose his cutcage cocked on the beach, we
saw how everyday friendships can become hotter than the hottest
power exchanges. And from the glad Wrap ruined session, we
learned that total immobilization and cruel, repeated ruined orgasms can
create some of the most intense subspace imaginable. All three
stories remind us that isn't just about the axe. It's
about the surrender, creativity, trust, and discovering how much we
can enjoy while being completely used. And now it's time
for your riddle. Yeah, he's ready. You see a boat
filled with people. It has not sunk, But when you
look again, you don't see a single person on the boat.
Why and if you need it again, let me know. No,
but no, it's not a submarine. It's not in a bottle.
Anybody needed again? Nope, it's still there. Remember, Nope, I'm
not itor the deck. It's a hot dog boat. I
have no idea. You guys are gonna kill me. All
the people were married. You don't get it, Betty, Please
don't tell me you're this blonde. Let me read it
for you again, Betty. You see a boat filled with people.
It has not sunk. But when you look again, you
don't see a single person on the boat. Why they
were all married? Oh? When Red here's this, He's gonna
be so proud of you. Oh, I mean she did
say a hot dug boat. Okay, we gotta give her
this much, right. No, I don't get him from a
crackjack box. I actually go online and just google, and
I've pretty much known what we have and haven't done,
and I just randomly pick or Darcy gives me one.
So that's how I do it. All right, it's time
for your naughty duck in. The leather collar sets snug
around my throat, the constant reminder that I haven't belonged
to myself, and nearly a my owner decided everything or
my hunt was available when my ass or mouth would
be used instead, and most cruelly, when I was allowed
to come. I was their property, their toy, their horror
to lend out. And every time I was denied, I
had to confess it louder to my partner, voice trembling,
explaining why my greeting holes didn't deserve release. The shame
burned hotter than any orgasm ever. For days, my partner
had been using my ass and throat while my cunt
stayed locked away from him. He loved stretching my pussy
best filling me until I split open, but owner had
forbidden it. I was dripping, constantly, aching the denial of
fogging my brain into the needy haze. Then the message
came tonight, you're being hoard out. Oh wait, you were
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