My Fetish Friday post this week is inspired by an item I reviewed today. I took a close up picture which I feel perfectly encapsulates the shiny soft leather, the corsetry, so evocative – tight laced – and the fact it is of course, a strap on harness.

Strap on sex isn’t limited to fetish. Strap on harnesses are used by vanilla couples for girl on boy, or girl on girl. However, with the right bitch from hell attitude (which I am particularly good at), it’s the very symbol of menace to a fearful little sub, quivering in his collar.

I don’t wear a strap on harness to feel powerful. I can feel powerful enough naked, in everyday clothes, even in my pyjamas. I am not a feminist, however I do not need a penis to be powerful.

The fun for me in wearing a strap on is purely function, added to my mentality at the time. I have a shape attached to me that will fit in you. Not only will it  fit in you, it will invade you. It will push your boundaries of accepted culture, particularly in straight men.

You’re told it’s not gay to enjoy anal. It’s not bad to be gay. What’s the problem? Ceturies of propaganda, perhaps parental influence, peers and more getting to you? Stuck in your sub (excuse the pun) conscious?

Maybe this is your get out clause. You know deep down you’re a filthy little whore that loves anal. You just need me to tell you it’s so. You need me to slap you and tell you that you’re going to take every inch. That you’re going to be on your knees, begging for me to ram my cock into your face, to make you suck on it, give it that man love, come on… to force you to gag as it hits the back of your throat repeatedly…

You need me…

You need that chain from the front central O ring of your collar locked down, that spreader bar between your ankles; to be forced on to all fours in front of me. To be told to bark like a dog for it. Beg for it like a puppy for his bone…

Cry with fear that you aren’t doing it well enough, aren’t begging hard enough, that Mistress will be displeased with you. Cry with fear that I will change my mind, walk away, end this – that you will be left with the bitter taste of my disappointment and disapproval.

That’s worse for you, than surviving this whole exercise…

Cry with relief when you feel the latex gloves smearing lube on to and into your slutty arse that’s raised, poised, eager – that pathetic body betrays you as ever, boy-whore.

Feel that latex grip each cheek as I position the end of the pegging tool against your entrance. Thumbs spreading you so the dildo head can be placed against you… ready…

Almost sensing my evil grin that I wear – because the dildo I have chosen is just a little too wide, a little too ribbed, a little too long…

Barking at you for that final outpouring of why I should give this gift to you, why I should fulfil your dirty little kink, why you should be so treated, like the freak you are… nothing makes sense anymore but you obey.

Sliding my monster home… riding you into oblivion.

 

 

 

 

 

2 Responses to “Fetish Friday: The Strap On Invasion”

  1. goddessdione

    Strapon play can be satisfying when the real manhood is not available for both men and women. I use all sorts of sizes during sessions for each individual desire submission , this friday i have a strapon party afternoon get together and next Monday afternoon

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  2. BigJoe

    I so desperately want this to happen to me! How did you make me just go from having that be my no-go area to actually wanting this scenario to happen?

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