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I liked it. Standing again, in front of him, I felt shy and self conscious, I was standing right next to him, and he looked that good, and I probably looked like a cat dragged out of water. “First, I need to know that you understand, these kinks, these fetishes, they sometimes have to do with real life issues, like you told that woman from the station, they may be happening in real life, but they are different in the sense that, these are controlled, the entire thing is controlled.”

I wasn't sure what I was begging for, but I felt I might die if he kept this up any longer. “Go over for me, baby.” He said. That was all it took for me to fly off the cliff. I sobbed into the ceiling as my hips bucked. I felt myself losing touch with reality. His fingers still thrusted in and out of me, giving me no respite even as I spasmed out of control. “Such a good girl.” He said as he withdrew his fingers when I finally came down from my high, breathing erratically. I didn't know how it was possible, but I could feel more juices flowing out of me at his words. I never knew I had a praise kink.

Kayden whispered as he nipped my nipple. A jolt of excitement went through me at being called his 'good girl.' Shit was this some praise kink I had. He nibbled, sucked and bit. Licking around my areola, his tongue pointed as he made slow sensual circles around the area as his rough palms rubbed up and down my thigh getting so close to my pussy but never touching it. My hands went to his hair, gripping his luscious locks in my palms as he devoured my breast.

Ugh, now I think I have a praise kink. I stood up, even though my knees were still shaking from what he had done. I pushed Pierce, and he ended up sitting in a chair nearby. "What—" I kneeled in front of him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Pierce was so stunned by what I was doing that he couldn’t say anything. "I want to pleasure you. You're not the only one who knows how to make this relationship enjoyable, Pierce.”

I didn't even know I had any kinks, but I sure do. Praise is the biggest one I have, but then there is the submission and submissive kink. His control over me in the bedroom knocks me on my ass. Usually I'm thrown on the bed, but it still knocks me off guard. Being told what to do and several more that I enjoy and find very arousing, but when he's brought me to my first climax and then pounded into me as if he didn't love me? As his fingers traced my clit and pushed me over again while he finished inside me, it gave me the power I didn't know I had. To bring a grown ass Alpha to his knees makes me smile.

"How do I overcome it?" "In this context, you must learn that your submission is a form of trauma magic, a space where you heal on deep psychological and spiritual levels. In this context, you learn that your submission, if freely chosen and carried out safely and consensually, is a feminist act. Your pleasure is inherently good, and Kink is a space where you can safely explore power and powerlessness." Licking my lips, I thought about what he had said. Clint's eyes zeroed in on my mouth, and I could not stop myself from swiping my bottom lip, seeing his pupils dilate.

Her pupils dilate from the praise, so I ease myself in a bit farther. "That's my girl, take this cock until your eyes roll back with pleasure. Let me own this pretty pussy. You've been naughty denying this pussy my cock for so long."I say praising her and her legs open wider as her hips tilt down to take more of me, and she winces from the pain. I still, giving her a moment to own the self-induced pain. Siena has a praise kink which makes me even more harder, have never met anyone who’s matched my energy before and she does it effortlessly.

For some reason, my nipples tightened at his praise, making me wonder if I had praise kink. I mean—my friends always spoke about their kinks and often mentioned ‘Praise Kink.’ I asked what it was and I was told the meaning. Turns out, it was exactly how I was feeling when Daddy praised me. Slowly, his voice dragged me out of my thoughts and when I looked up at him, I found him staring at my perky nipples through the flimsy material I was putting on. “You have a praise kink.” He stated directly, his hooded gaze clashing against mine.

I slowly drew more and more of his cock into my mouth, my tongue never slowing. Teasing and swirling as I sucked him deeply then releasing just to begin again. Before long I was deep throating him, I could feel the piercings rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue, and I could only imagine what it would feel like inside of me. When he began to moan out loud, the good girl in me felt immense satisfaction. I have a praise kink, so I always did anything to get my partner to praise me and call me a good girl.