Another Big Mean Man
Thoughts of an English gentleman as I approach 50.
I'm in an open polyamorous marriage - my wife knows about this side of me, and approves.
Gave up on tumblr after three deleted blogs in 2020, so here I am.
Messages and asks are open, I never share pictures that I receive, I love to chat. And since the messaging here sucks balls, I'm on discord disgustingoldman#3093 and Snapchat - lancashirebloke. Also on session but posting it here messes up the page formatting so ask nicely for it if you want it.
Looking to find the right kind of girl to spend time with, do icky things, and help her find her place in the world. Message me if you're interested in exploring what we could do together, preferably in person but online can be lots of fun too.
Preparing for a walk
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After the amount of time she'd spent on her knees, it felt a little strange to be walking. She was so used to staring at the floor, crawling from one task to the next - whether that was just tidying the house or servicing her master. As her heels clicked as she walked, the unfamiliar sound sent little shivers through her - expecting to feel his hand, belt or crop at any moment. He could sense her unease mounting.
"It'll be fine, little one. It's just windy out, but you know how I like to show you off, don't you?"
He tenderly brushed her hair away from her face, and gently kissed her cheek. She murmered softly into her gag, the sound turning into little moans as he kissed her neck, whilst at the same time looping his finger through the large lock guarding her cunt and pulling her against him.
"There's my good girl," he whispered in her ear as he kissed it lovingly.
He tugged playfully at the lock, and smiled as he looked into her big, watery, craving eyes. She couldn't remember the last time Daddy had let her cum. She couldn't remember the last time anything other than just one lone finger had been in her desperate, needy cunt. Daddy only used her arse and throat these days - each hole was just the same he told her, and she was trained to agree with him.
She felt nervous about going out - her skirt was too short, the chastity belt too tight, her plugs felt the same, her mascara was ruined from where her eyes had watered as he plugged her cunt and arse, and as much as she had pleaded, she knew that he had no intention of letting her fix it before leaving the house. "You're beautiful when you're like this, kitten," he murmured, and she smiled and nodded - the balled up thong in her mouth preventing her from speaking even if she wanted to.
He lifted her skirt to reveal her bruised arse and she instinctively spread her legs, allowing him to attach two small bells to the locks of her belt. "Walk for me, slut," he commanded and with her legs clamped together to try to prevent the bells from jingling, she walked slowly around the room. "That's a good girl - we wouldn't want anyone to hear your cunt ringing, would we?" he grinned, and she shook her head from side to side.
"This is how you're going to go out from now on, slut. Unless you want to give up your right to cum for even longer, and have your pretty little cunt pierced closed and your arse labelled permanently for me?" He pushed her gently to the door, locking it behind them.
"Well, sweetie? Is that what you want?" he asked. She nodded slowly. "You want to be kept permanently frustrated and needy for me?" She nodded again, quicker this time. "Do you like it when Daddy and all his friends use your other holes instead of your filthy cunt?" She nodded frantically - this was exactly what she wanted. "You like throbbing for Daddy constantly? Knowing how good it feels when I say no to you?" More nods.
He laughed softly. "Shall we not bother with our walk, and I'll just take you to be pierced and tagged, slut?" She moaned into her gag, nodding again and again.
"Get in the car then, little one." And as she did so, her cunt throbbed as she realised just how lucky she was to have him take such good care of her.