Identity is a doing thing, you perform it and receive it in other people's reactions.
Taking playfulness into the performance of identity, giving yourself that permission to keep taking on new things for fun, keeping what you like, letting other things fall away, is the radical choice. To allow yourself to be as free and open in who you are as you were when you were doing exactly the same thing as a young kid. Just make it up.
lewd @ reader, very long, chastity cage, anal, assumes reader has hen
"okay, cutie!" lynne says cheerily, approaching you. "i wanna try something."
"yes, mistress! i'd love to serve you! what do you want me to do?" you reply. you can already feel yourself getting excited!
"well... i was thinking, since you get *so* needy when i make you wear your little chastity cage for a day... what would happen if i made you wear it for a whole week?"
"a whole week?" you repeat. "but... but that's such a long time to go without release..."
"i know~! think about how pent up you'll be by the end of it!" lynne says, smiling. "but you'll still be a good pet, and follow mistress' rules, won't you? which means you'll have to beg me to relieve you!"
you turn red and look away. even after being pent up for a week, there's no way you'd break the rules mistress has set for you... you're only allowed to touch yourself with permission from her. even grinding against a pillow can get you in trouble. would you still be able to restrain yourself after a week? or would mistress have to discipline you?
"hey, cutie, you need to be soft for me to put the cage on. stop thinking about my dick for five minutes, okay?" lynne says, smirking. she retrieves the cage, along with the lock.
you put mistress and her gorgeous, thick hen out of your mind, and think of something else. with all your concentration, you manage to lose your erection. lynne clicks the cage on, making it a little tighter than necessary around your balls, and locks it.
"there you go!" she says, grinning. "now you can lust over my cock all you want!"
nng, why did she have to mention her hen straight away... you want it so fucking badly! you feel the cage tighten around your own hen as it pulses and tries to stiffen. how are you supposed to last a week like this? you fall to your knees, partially because of the pressure, and also because you really want lynne's dick in your mouth.
"you want it?" mistress asks, pulling her gorgeous cock out. its tip is wet with her precum, and the scent is overwhelming. it throbs in her hand, demanding you service it. you can't say no to miss lynne, especially not when she's got her dick pointed at your lips... you nod meekly and open your mouth.
"kiss it," she commands. you comply immediately, pressing your lips against its smooth, firm head, covering it in kisses, lingering just long enough to experience the taste. you barely even notice how tight the cage is around your stiffening hen... all you can think about is pleasing mistress.
"that's a good pet." lynne steps back and says "that's all you get for now. if i let you please me to much, you might end up cumming. i'll keep teasing you for the rest of the week, but don't get your hopes up. i won't actually put it in until the cage comes off. i want you to be as pent up and needy as possible. okay?"
this isn't fair... how are you supposed to last an entire week without her cock inside you? and you aren't allowed to get yourself off, either... you can't even use your toys! but you never say no to miss lynne... if you did, she'd probably make the punishment worse...
over the next seven days, you get more and more desperate to have lynne's hen inside you. she teases you with it constantly, putting it in your face when you're trying to work, sending you images of her cumming on the bedsheets, walking around bottomless, making you stare at it... the hardest part is probably when you go to bed, since she insists on spooning you and pressing her erect cock against your butt. it's hard to get to sleep when your hen is pulsing in your cage...
"okay, fucktoy! it's been a week!" mistress says happily. she's naked and very obviously aroused. she bends down and unlocks your cage, sliding it off. it feels so good to finally be out of the cage... your hen immediately begins to stiffen.
"how are you feeling?" lynne asks, standing back up.
"u-um, really needy..." you reply.
"that's a good pet!" she says, ruffling your hair. "now suck my dick. it's been way too long."
finally, you can get back to doing your job! you fall to your knees and grab lynne's hips, using them to hold yourself steady as you pull her cock down your throat. your nose bumps against her mound, and you hear her moan softly. "fucking finally..." she says, putting her hand on the back of your head and holding you down on her hen for a few seconds. as soon as she lets you go, you start eagerly deepthroating it, letting it slide in and out of your mouth, coating it with saliva. you could probably cum just from doing this... but your pleasure isn't what's important right now. mistress comes first.
"nnf... you're so good at that..." she says. you blush and keep going, doing your best to make her feel good. she pulls you away, holding your face close to her cock. it smells so nice...
"hands and knees," she says, and you immediately comply. you feel her tip gently press against your entrance. lynne grabs your hips tightly and slowly slides it in. it's hard to believe it's only been a week since mistress last fucked you... it feels like way longer.
mistress picks up speed, and her grip tightens. she's practically digging her fingernails into you as she fucks you. she's panting loudly between moans. suddenly, she slows down slightly. she pulls you down onto her hen as hard as she can and cums inside you, spurt after spurt of her warm, goopy cum filling you up. you were already close, and feeling her cum inside you pushed you over the edge. you collapse onto the floor, cum leaking from your tip and your asshole. lynne lies next to you, panting heavily, her chest rising and falling as she recovers.
"m-mistress?" you say quietly.
"um... that was a lot of fun, but i don't think i can go a week without your hen again..."
"yeah... i think... one day is enough..."
cornflakes with milk is a soup //
the problem with "technically, cornflakes with milk is a soup" is that, technically, words aren't sets with well-defined inclusion criteria that can be logically applied to things to determine if they describe them or not. dictionary definitions are testable theories about how words are used, not mathematical definitions that are what they construct. when a theory/definition mis-predicts something, you amend the theory, not other encyclopedia entries to make them conform.
there's lots of interesting psychology about how humans actually use words and mental categories, fuzzy matching & prototypes & "family resemblance" that's worth learning, I think "Women, Fire, and Dangerous Things" is a good book on the subject
idk I'm a girl
follow requests totes okay, but I don’t usually approve cishet men, no offense
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