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ms-demeanor · 6 months

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Hi there! Firstly, wanna say a huge thank you: your blog has inspired me to become more educated about cybersecurity and nutrition, and it’s the reason my brother and I now use Firefox! I came across this article and… it seemed to raise a lot of valid points about Mozilla, but I have no idea if they are true or not since I’m not that knowledgeable about tech, and they go against everything I’ve ever heard about Firefox. Wanted to ask if you wouldn’t mind giving it a quick read, if that’s not too much trouble, and explaining why it’s false/true? If you can, ofc, I realise that is a weird request, and I promise it&: not something I’d usually ask someone. I just thought I’d ask since you’re the only sort of ‘tech’ person I can think of whom I’d trust to know stuff about this. https://digdeeper.neocities.org/articles/mozilla

So this is a great example of someone reading a ToS uncharitably and extracting the most paranoid bullshit possible.

Aside from the absolute classic "oh noes they are storing info about what devices you use" (if you use firefox logged in mozilla will collect information about what device and OS you use to connect; they do this for a lot of reasons like figuring out what stuff the bulk of their users are using but also because *they can't display on your device without that data*) I want to zoom in on this as an example:

BTW, there is one really funny thing inside the account ToS (MozArchive) that I just have to mention: "We may suspend or terminate your access to the Services at any time for any reason, including [...] our provision of the Services to you is no longer commercially viable." The fuck? If you stop bringing them profit, you're gone. They really said that! To me, this is a roundabout admission that your data is being sold. And if it's not worth much (for whatever reason), then you get kicked out.

This person is highlighting the idea that they may cut you off from services if the provision of those services is no longer commercially viable. This author is saying "FIREFOX WILL BOOT YOU WHEN YOU STOP BEING A PROFITABLE LITTLE PAYPIG FOR THEM"

But. Okay. Let's go look at that section of the ToS:

These Terms will continue to apply until ended by either you or Mozilla. You can choose to end them at any time for any reason by deleting your Mozilla account, discontinuing your use of the Services, and if applicable, unsubscribing from our emails. We may suspend or terminate your access to the Services at any time for any reason, including, but not limited to, if we reasonably believe: (i) you have violated these Terms, (ii) you create risk or possible legal exposure for us; or (iii) our provision of the Services to you is no longer commercially viable. We will make reasonable efforts to notify you by the email address associated with your Mozilla account or the next time you attempt to access the Services. In all such cases, these Terms shall terminate, including, without limitation, your license to use the Services, except that the following sections shall continue to apply: Indemnification, Disclaimer; Limitation of Liability, Miscellaneous.

Bud. This says "we are not obligated to provide services to you and we may stop providing services that cost us more money to maintain than is viable." This isn't about selling your data, this is about backwards compatibility and sunsetting projects. They don't have to keep providing access to services they're no longer developing nor bend over backwards to make sure that you can keep running a version of the browser that uses the extensions they dropped support for ten years ago.

Ugh. I got to the section where they talk about cucking for manifest3 and jesus this asshole. Manifest 3 is a defacto set of web standards that are changing because google has so much market share as a browser that if they do something everybody else has to follow or they're going to break basic functionality; if they don't make these changes eventually a shitload of websites just will not work on firefox. WAY more than currently experience this problem. Nobody is happy about manifest 3 and the fact that mozilla put out a press release about coming manifest 3 changes (that was not positive!) doesn't mean they're happy about getting dragged along by the nose; this blogger would prefer something like them refusing to adopt those standards, but all that would happen is that they'd lose more users because less shit would work on firefox browsers since people write their sites for chrome first and anything else second if at all.

This writer also gripes a lot about things like "mozilla took away this functionality for the sake of security and SURE you can change that by going into the configurations but it should be an option right in the first panel of the settings what are they really trying to hide???" and they're not trying to hide anything bud they're trying to make a functional browser with intuitive menus for people who aren't power users.

Like they want to be able to do everything they want and they want to be able to see the option in front of them at all times. It's a weird combination of "I know how to configure everything about this browser" and "if a setting is ever hidden behind a readmore it's a dark pattern and is an attack on user privacy." Like they gripe a lot about privacy and then link to a bunch of pages on mozilla where they explain their privacy settings and link to tutorials on how to hide the data that they just explained they collect.

Yeah this is someone I would walk away from in order to avoid getting into a fistfight.

"FOSS licenses are nice but they don't ensure quality" nobody said they did.

"FOSS licensed softwares don't always accept user participation in development" nobody said they did

"I can't change the actual code of firefox to remove things that I don't like don't tell me to fork it it has to be all or nothing mozilla specifically has to do what I want or it's user hostile" I can see why it would be hostile to you as a user fuck you dude this is why forks *exist* (also the "spyware" discussed is basic browser tracking stuff, the realistic necessities of how email work that make it not private by default like the PROTOCOLS are not private you can't get around that, and a lot of the stuff is opt out but improves functionality for day to day users, AND a lot of the tracking is specifically for people with logged-in accounts which are not necessary to use firefox like if you hate pocket don't use it my friend! I also hate pocket it is quite simple to never use it thanks)

"There's no justification for making the source code unavailable" my dude. https://hg.mozilla.org/mozilla-central/

"If they really cared about an open internet they'd work toward killing capitalism." Friend. I think there's very little more that a web browser could do to undermine the capitalist nature of huge chunks of the web and maintain a broad userbase than what firefox is doing.

I'm reminded of the time that I saw someone losing their shit about a linux distro that included chrome as *a* browser - not the default browser, but *a* browser.

It is an unpleasant fact that a lot of firefox's funding comes from google. That's part of why google is still the default search engine in Firefox and I read some similar articles decrying mozilla's residence firmly in Google's pocket a few years ago. I don't think there's anyone at mozilla who is genuinely pleased that their cheques are signed by google, but there are a ton of people at mozilla who are happy they can keep the lights on because getting paid by google means that they can do as much as they possibly can to create a functional browser that has a significant interest in privacy by default and that can be made *VERY* private by a dedicated user.

Anyway a lot of the stuff on this post is things like "a certificate expired five years ago and broke extensions and that means that mozilla is incompetent and hates users" or "eleven years ago there was a slapfight in the bug reporting forums between a user and a mod and the fact that the user was kicked after repeatedly being told his fix wasn't going to get made is censorship."

The big beefs at the center of this post are:

Mozilla collects data on users

Mozilla limits functionality that should be up to the users

Mozilla takes money from google

and my refutations are:

it does, and it is less than any other mainstream browser and is much much more transparent about what data is collected and how to prevent that data from being collected

A lot of the functionality they're discussing is still there and the stuff that isn't is allowing unsigned extensions which, dude, put a fork in it. They're not going to budge on unsigned extensions but the bar you have to clear to get signed is really really low; like this guy is LITERALLY saying "allow the installation of malicious extensions."

Yep. They do. This point reminds me of a lot of the people on tumblr who hate ads but also hate it when people pay for tumblr. As it turns out making things costs money, and making things used by millions of people costs *A LOT* of money.

I mean FFS one of the things this writer complains about is that Mozilla has a YouTube page.

This isn't just letting perfect be the enemy of good, it's letting perfect be the enemy of *functionally existing as a large organization in the modern world.*

Anyway, I'm glad you enjoy my blog, thank you for letting me know!

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bridgetotheskyyy · 7 months

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Show Off - Utahime

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, mirror sex, reader's a bit of a bimbo, utahime is more dominant, lingerie

A/n: Day 12: Lingerie! I'm fighting for my fucking life guys trying to catch up to kinktober

Word count: 2.0k

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Utahime lifted her gaze up at the miniature store sign above the changing room doors. Stockings!!! And in a cotton-candy neon pink stinging her eyes the longer she held her glare. She sighed.

This was the last place she wanted to be on her off day: Huddled up in the stuffy changing room area of a swanky clothing store, the humidity sticking clothes to her skin.

But you had insisted (and when had she ever been able to say no to you?), Shoko and Mei Mei voting on the trip as well. It had been unanimous. Utahime had felt particularly betrayed by Shoko. Traitor.

Utahime switched her glare to her phone, the blue-light glare aiding the imminent headache creeping to life. Another sigh.

Of course, there was another reason she didn’t want to be here. Seeing you in tight lingerie was not going to be good for her.

Shoko knew that.

Girls a decade younger giggled as they passed by with their chosen garments packed in designer paper bags. Utahime’s head thudded into the wall.

“How much longer are you guys gonna be?” she whined, fanning herself.

“It won’t be long!” You assured.

“Just a few minutes longer.” Mei Mei’s dulcet tones flitted through the changing room door.

Utahime snorted to herself. “We all know you’re not going to buy anything.”

Mei peeked out the door, eyes perennially sparkling with ill-intent. “Who said anything about buying?”

Utahime rolled her eyes as You and Shoko cackled offscreen.

“I found something I like.” That was Shoko. “Having a little trouble with the strap, though —“

Utahime struggled to imagine Shoko being sexy for anybody. But, she supposed, a woman could be sexy for herself. She couldn’t help but ask. “You’re trying on lingerie? What’s the occasion?”

“Why does there have to be an occasion, Uta? Maybe she just wants to look snatched.” Mei Mei echoed her unspoken sentiments.

“In fact, now that we’re on the subject,” Shoko began, “I am seeing a little man on the side.”

You gasped, followed by a harsh zipper sound. “Shoko! You never said!” You sighed wistfully. “Everybody’s got a boo these days.”

Shoko poked her head out this time, smirked at Utahime.

Utahime glared as Shoko giggled and retreated into the changing room.

“Done!” You said.

Anxiety married anticipation in Utahime, whirled her stomach as changing room locks came undone.

Shoko was first, fully dressed again in sweater and jeans — and of course never without a cigarette. “It’s just a bra and I’m buying it,” she said when Utahime gave her a crooked look. “They should let me wear it out if I show them the tag.”

Mei Mei was next, twirling in her new ebony-black corset. “Oh, my paypigs are gonna love this,” she said with a giggle.

Shoko laughed as Mei Mei felt the lacy fabric. Your door opened unceremoniously, jumpscaring the three of them.

Utahime stared wide-eyed and speechless as you presented yourself as though on the runway; it was a matching lacy bra and panties. The cups hugged your breasts in delicious black silk, and lace tickled up your sweet thighs from the stockings. You giggled as Shoko and Mei Mei cooed their approval.

Utahime’s mouth ran dry.

“Do you like it?” You asked her, turning to flash your ass. “Does it look like it fits?”

Utahime swallowed nothing. She composed herself when she felt Shoko smirking, adjusting her baseball cap to conceal a blush she knew was there.

“It’s — it’s nice,” she told you. “And very pretty on you.”

Your blush tore at Utahime’s heart. “Awww, thanks, Uta!”

“Let’s check out.” Mei Mei walked from the changing room, the clothes she had arrived with presumably in her bag. “That is, if you ladies are happy with everything?”

“You’re going like that?” Utahime deadpanned.

“Why, of course!” Mei Mei said, giving another twirl. “Maybe I’ll pick another pig or two on the way home?”

Mei Mei sashayed out of the changing rooms.

“Oh, I’m not,” You said, still blushing. You retreated into the changing room and closed the door. “Gotta get this home in one piece, after all! I would have to rip it!”

Shoko sauntered toward Utahime and gave her a wink.

“Take your time,” she murmured before following Mei Mei.

Utahime gave her third sigh of the afternoon and reached down for her bag.

“Ah!”

Utahime lifted her gaze to your door. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, it’s just — ah, this hook, it’s so stubborn.” Your elbow must have knocked against one of the walls; there was a thump, then another. “Ah, I can’t get it. Uta, d’you think you could come in and help me?”

Utahime’s handbag fell from her hands. “Uh … Y— Yes, sorry, uh, just a second!”

Utahime’s hand quivered over the door; it wasn’t locked. She walked in on trembling legs.

Your back was turned to her, facing the full-body mirror, gaze lowered as you focused on the strap buckle. You groaned after another failed attempt to unhook it.

“You know what, maybe I won’t buy it,” You quipped with a nervous laugh. You glanced in the mirror at Utahime, almost for approval. That was funny, right?

Utahime laughed as she approached, wiping sweaty hands on her jeans. “It’d be a shame; it looks really pretty on you.”

You met Utahime’s gaze in the mirror. She cleared her throat. Slowly, you turned to her. A few seconds of silence as you smiled up at her.

“What’s the point of sexy lingerie if you can’t get out of it?” You said — purred.

Utahime blinked. Had she — had she heard you correctly?

You stepped toward her. “Help me get out of this, Uta?” You batted imploring eyelashes. “Please?”

Utahime’s lips parted as you came forward to plant yours against her jaw. Utahime flinched, froze, her heart drumming in her ears as you kissed down the outline of her jaw to her neck.

“(Y/n) —!”

She had let you back her into the wall opposite the mirror. Utahime tried to grasp you to stop you — it was a bad idea; everywhere she touched was naked skin or skin housed in lace. You were soft to the touch everywhere.

“Mmm … Yes?”

“What are you doing?” Panic sprang in Utahime’s voice.

“Mmm …” You raised your head to meet her eye. “Kissing you, silly. What do you think?”

“No,” Utahime moaned. She fixed her hands to your hips as you continued smooching her neck. “Stop. You’re — you’re drunk.”

You faced her again, a soft glare there. “I’m not drunk.” Your hand snaked down her thigh, coming to caress her clothed sex. “I’ve never been more sober, or conscious, of what I’m doing.”

Utahime shivered. She bit her lip as you massaged her cunt through her jeans. Your breasts crushed against hers as you kissed her full on the mouth. Utahime parted her lips in shock, inadvertently inviting your tongue to rub against hers. You bucked against her as you explored her mouth. The friction —

Utahime felt a damn break; she flipped, flattened you against the wall. She broke the kiss, looked down at you.

“Fine then,” she said. “If this is what you want …!”

Her hand slipped past your silk panties, not yet paid for, and played with your moist slit.

“A—ahah …!” You threw your head back as Utahime slipped fingers into the slit of your cunt. “N — No fair, I think you — hah — should get out of your clothes, too …”

Utahime swept two fingers against your clit, relished your startled moan. She nestled toward your ear. “You’re in no place to make demands.” She yanked your panties down and continued her work on you, fiddling with your clit as you gasped. “Dragging me to this place to watch you prance around like a little slut. You know this set is too small for you, and yet you still …”

She scissored her fingers and squeezed them between your clit, jerking it off as she kissed at the shell of your ear.

“Aah! Ha— aha!”

“Pipe down,” Utahime ordered, fondling one of your tits. “You want the whole store to hear you?”

Her hand, so occupied with your tit, wandered behind you and, with only one hand unhooked your bra. It fell away to your waist before Utahime threw it to the floor.

You stared, half-naked and breathless, face brushed with red. “How … can I make it up to you?”

Utahime licked her lips — until she realized she could lick you and brought her fingers from your cunt to suck on. She paused in thought before glancing to the mirror.

“Take those off.” She motioned toward the panties. “Then sit by the mirror.”

You did as instructed, leaving the stockings on. You strolled to the mirror and sat.

“Spread your legs,” Utahime said.

You did so. Utahime knelt by your, steadied on her knees. She brought one hand to cup and play with your neglected breast while the other snaked down the plane of your stomach to your cunt.

“Look at yourself.” She spread your lips, the slick pooled like a honeypot for you to witness. “So you wanted this? To let me see your slutty clothes?”

You whined as Utahime flicked at your lobe, circled your clit with her fingers.

“Y—Yes!”

“You’re worse than Mei Mei.” Utahime slapped your cunt and you flinched from the sting. “Face the mirror. When I take you home tonight, you’re going to undress me and get me off.”

Utahime sunk her fingers into your slick entrance. She pinched and toyed with your nipple as you squirmed in her care. As ordered, your eyes remained fixed to the mirror.

“You’re going to eat me out and suck on my clit.” Utahime paused as you cried out; she’d found the rough skin of your g-spot while her thumb flicked at your clit. “That’s how you’re going to make it up to me, understand?”

You arched in her hold as she teased you with a potential orgasm. You nodded frantically. “Yes, yes! Oh, god, I want that so much!”

Utahime kissed and sucked at your neck, adding a third finger at last to your torment. You sucked her fingers in with fervor. She thumbed harder at your clit, her other hand forcing one of your tits up to suck at its nipple.

You trembled as her tongue swirled around your bud, the pace of her fingers impossible to keep up with.

“I’m gonna — aha —!”

Utahime withdrew her fingers.

You gasped. “No! No!”

She caressed your face, slick with your wetness, and forced you to look at her from over your shoulder.

“I’ve loved you for so long,” she said. “I want you to look at me when you cum, all right?”

You nodded, eyes dreamy. You trembled with anticipation as she snaked her hand back down to your needy cunt and submerged her fingers in again.

You captured Utahime’s lips, kissing and licking her tongue as her fingers worked your insides and clit.

A string of saliva bridged your lips and hers as you parted, eyes widening with the coming climax.

“Cum for me,” Utahime urged. “Mhm, c’mon, you can do it, cum, cum —“

Utahime cupped your mouth in time to stifle your scream. You clenched around her fingers, but she kept massaging that perfect spot inside you. You fell backward, into bliss and into her as she rode you through your orgasm.

Utahime watched you fall apart in the mirror. She couldn’t have dreamed of a prettier sight. “That’s a good girl, finally doing what you’re told.”

You came down from your high. You stared up at her dreamily. Utahime withdrew her fingers again, licking away your orgasm from her pruney fingers.

“Did you know I had feelings for you?” Utahime asked as you came down.

Your eyes glittered. “No — I hoped you did! Oh no!” You looked to your drenched stockings, then to the bra and panties strewn over. “I didn’t pay for those!”

“Don’t worry.” Utahime said. “I’ll buy them for you. I want to see you in them again.”

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junggunz · 7 months

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money honey | ft. goo kim🔞

summary: Goo has a need that only you know how to satisfy. cw: fembodied reader, dom!reader, sub!goo, SMUT, pwp, brief mention of paypig!goo, reader is briefly implied to be a dominatrix with other clients, brief mention of feet lol, goo wears kitty ears and a collar, oral, very light anal play (goo has a buttplug), orgasm denial, p in v, creampie, cum eating wc: 3.2k an: i dont write subby men very often BUT WHEN I DO...i be crying and (s)creaming the whole time. and once again, if this story sounds familiar, it is a redo of the yoongi fic i posted on aff agesss ago.

when i'm your lover and mistress, that's money, honey

Goo isn’t afraid to admit that his personality is on the eccentric side. It’s something that he doesn’t care to hide. He’s also pretty shameless about how out there some of his sexual interests may seem to the average person.

However, there is one thing he can’t bring himself to ever think of speaking out with another soul—how much money he spends to get a certain itch satisfied. Hell, even the person he pays to manage his finances can’t account for thousands of dollars that randomly goes missing every so often with Goo simply saying it was a personal expense.

At the end of a particularly rough week of working like a dog, the typical means of unwinding and relaxing didn’t sound appealing to Goo. The perfect balance of exhilaration followed by a satisfying climax is something that only one person he knows can bring him. Phone in hand as he sits in his car, he searches for your name in his phone before wiring a month’s rent to your bank account, he texts you.

“Can I come over?”

Luckily for Goo, the vie for your attention is seen immediately by you as you had already been looking at your phone. Sitting back on the high end leather sofa in your living room, you stop your mindless scrolling on social media to read Goo’s text. Humming softly in amusement you look down at one of your other pets that you had been lazily stroking with your neatly pedicured toes.

“I guess your time for today is up.” You coo in faux disappointment, the sole of your foot lightly caressing the slippery underside of his twitching length.

“What? Why?!” He complains, his muscular frame squirming against the plush carpeted rug beneath him as your foot rubs against a particularly sensitive vein on his cock.

Sighing softly, you pull away from him and plant your feet firmly on the ground as you lean closer to him; your elbows resting on your knees while you look down at him.

“Someone more important, with more money is gonna be here soon.” You tell him with a wicked grin. “Now get dressed and get the hell out of my face.”

Once he leaves, you pick up your phone again and finally reply to Goo.

“Send another million won and be here in fifteen minutes before I change my mind.”

And of course, in no less than ten minutes, the blonde male is at your doorstep.

“Showing up empty handed and not properly addressing me through text? You must really wanna see me pissed.” You say with a short laugh, letting Goo into your apartment.

“Sorry, master…I just really wanted to be with you.” He confesses sheepishly, the faintest dusting of pink warming up his cheeks as he speaks.

You click your teeth in annoyance before motioning for Goo to follow you to your bedroom. He tentatively trails after you down the hall, awaiting your instruction. You inspect him up and down, a small hum of contempt coming from you.

“Strip.” You command. “No need to do it slow, just looking at you right now is making me mad.”

While Goo begins to hastily undress, you hear the sounds of his clothes rustling and hitting the floor as you go over to one of your drawers to retrieve a few items. Rummaging through all your goodies, you find what you need and turn back to face Goo; only to scowl in repulsion.

“Why are your fucking clothes all over my floor? Fold it nicely.” You tell him, scoffing in disbelief at the audacity of him to make a mess in your room like that.

“Sorry, master.” He murmurs.

Sitting at the edge of your bed after setting your items off to the side, you watch him with a bored expression as he folds his clothes and sets it on the tufted bench you had situated near your bed.

“Good boy. Now come here.” You beckon him over with a sweet smile and he kneels before you which warrants a fond pat on the head from you. You gently place the kitty ear headband as well as the collar you retrieved from your armoire on Goo; smiling in satisfaction at the sight of him.

“You look so cute,” you muse as your hand begins caressing his smooth skin lovingly; thumb grazing his pouty lips ever so lightly. “You just need one more thing.” Grabbing the final item, you proceed to lube up a vibrating butt plug with a tail to match the ears on his head and tell Goo to put it in. Which of course, he obliged to. The buttplug wasn’t his favorite toy to use with you as it was more of a punishment for him. But who was he to say no? He was late and it upset you, so he deserved it tonight.

“Are you hungry?” you ask him.

Goo nods excitedly.

“Yes, master.”

Leaning back on your bed and spreading your legs expectantly, you motion him toward you.

“Come eat.”

Elated to be given the green light, Goo crawls closer to you. Starting at your neatly pedicured toes, he admires them before proceeding to give you a foot rub as an apology for having you stand and wait for him. He then presses a light kiss on your ankle, his mouth trailing all the way up the entirety of your leg; savoring the feel of your skin against his lips and drinking in the scent of your toasty vanilla scented lotion. When he reaches your inner thigh, he could taste the faint remains of your arousal from earlier and began to greedily lap at the flesh; making sure to get every last bit on both of your thighs. Finally getting to the treasure between your legs, Goo buries his face into your pantyclad cunt and inhales deeply; his cock twitches at the familiar scent and he hums gleefully. As Goo continues to smell you through your panties, you roll your eyes while your fingers weave themselves into his hair before you tug him away from your snatch.

“I said eat. Quit messing around.” You chide before releasing him.

“Yes, master.” Goo replies softly. He reaches for the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips slightly to assist him as he pulls off the dainty fabric then sets it off to the side neatly.

Hooking his arms around your thighs, Goo pulls you closer before diving right in. His tongue lapped at your lower lips voraciously. He licked hot stripes over your cunt, spreading your arousal all over his face and chin as he eagerly tasted you; no spot was left untouched. When Goo came in contact with your clit, he had initially just grazed it over briefly with the tip of his tongue. That eventually transitioned into gentle flickering motions. The sensation had you bucking against his face. But when he started to suck on your clit, your hands were back in his hair holding Goo in place and encouraging him to keep up the action. You kept your moans soft but the amount of juices that leaked from you were a dead giveaway to how aroused you were. Pleased to see you enjoying yourself so much, Goo had then eased a finger into your pussy while simultaneously suckling on the small bundle of nerves. The combination had nearly made you cry out but you opted to bite your lip in order to keep the sounds that threatened to leave you at bay. Slipping in a second finger, you gasp at the intrusion and start to buck against the digits.

“Faster.” You managed to get out lowly.

Since his mouth was full, Goo had only hummed in response to your demand and it had sent even more pleasure throughout your body. Picking up the pace, Goo’s fingers continue to work their magic on you in tandem with his tongue. The skill that this man possessed was no joke and he had you feeling like you could orgasm at any second.

And that was exactly what he wanted. Nothing brought Goo more pleasure than making you cum over and over and over; essentially until you were begging him to stop. However tonight, in order to maintain your dominance you would have to restrain yourself. Holding out for as long as you could, you lay there admiring Goo and how gorgeous he looked between your legs; Greedily lapping up the seemingly endless amount of juices that leaked from your core and massaging the deepest part of your walls with his fingers.

“Master, I'm so thirsty.” He says as he looks up at you longingly; his thumb occupying your clit the moment his lips left the small pearl.

The desperation in his voice makes your walls pulse around his fingers; it's so erotic it makes you wanna give in to him. But you stood your ground.

“Work for it then.” You tell him in an unamused tone. Detaching yourself from him and groaning at the loss connection, you then instruct him to lay on the bed. With the change in position, you get your first glance at how hard Goo had gotten. His cock was throbbing for attention and basically weeping precum from the tip. Once he was situated on the bed, you went over to him and made yourself comfortable on his face; his tongue was already out and eagerly waiting for your pussy. While you sat on his face, you faced toward Goo’s cock; observing the way it twitched and jumped as he ate you out. It begged for your touch and you contemplated whether or not you should indulge him. Your train of thought falters when Goo slips his tongue inside of you and starts tasting your inner walls. A small moan escapes you at the action and your hips automatically start grinding against him. Before you could get too carried away, you lean over his body and let yourself have a small taste of the precum that leaked from his tip; giving Goo a small feel of your tongue which was enough to make him groan at the contact.

After that, you go back to simply enjoying the feeling of Goo's tongue on your lady parts. Riding his tongue without abandon and smearing your arousal all over his face. It wasn't until he reached around and started massaging your clit, you were taken by surprise and your body betrayed you. You had finally come undone and Goo was more than happy to slurp up the aftermath of your release.

“Thank you, master.” He mumbled against your skin, the cheekiness evident in his tone as he had finally gotten what he wanted. Getting off of his face and opting to straddle his waist instead; you lean in close and stare him down.

“You're welcome, kitty.” You say with a saccharine smile before you proceed to lick his face and remove any remains of your climax.

Afterwards, you pin his arms above his head and swiftly bind his wrists with the silk scarves that decorate your headboard. Now, knowing that he couldn't get handsy with you; you capture his lips in a ferocious kiss, tasting yourself on him and moaning at the flavor. Your tongue forces its way into your mouth and plays with his. Twisting and dancing together lewdly as you savor each other. While you had him distracted, you eased yourself on to his cock and moaned at the stretch. The sensation of being enveloped in your walls had shocked Goo so much, he had broken the kiss. Finally feeling your slick heat surround him paired with the vibrations from the cock ring was like some twisted version of heaven to him. Sitting up straight, you start to ride his dick hard and fast; your hands moving to play with his hard nipples. Knowing that was an extremely sensitive spot for him, you had him moaning like a bitch. Feeling his cock twitching against your walls, you halt your movements abruptly; causing him to start bucking into you. Unamused, you shift your weight to pin his thighs down against the mattress.

“Were you gonna try to cum without asking for permission first?” You ask him in disbelief. Instead of giving you a verbal response he only looks away in embarrassment; his cheeks forming a rosy tint on them. Irritated by his lack of answer, you clench your walls against him. “Were you?”

“Yes, master.” He responds meekly.

Clicking your tongue in disappointment, you unmount yourself from his length and sit on his lower stomach; an obscene amount of fluid leaking from between your legs and covering his skin. Goo groans at the loss of contact paired with the tantalizing visual.

“Please, master. I'll be good.” He begs.

“I don't wanna hear it.” You snap, getting off of him and grabbing your previously discarded panties and shoving them in his mouth. Grabbing another silk scarf you had used it to cover his eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“You can lay here and think about what you did.” You tell him, sauntering off and making it sound like you left the room.

“But master!” he calls out to you.

While he had laid there blind and bound, you had quietly studied him from your vanity chair across the room and occasionally checked the clock to see how much time had passed. He was such a beautiful human; even in this pitiful state where he was writhing against the sheets and aching to feel your skin against his.

Ten minutes had gone by until Goo had spoken again.

“I'm really sorry, master.” He says out loud.

Quietly making your way toward the bed, you lean over and get in close to his cock.

“Really?” You ask, making him feel your breath against his skin. Goo shivers at the sensation and starts writhing once more.

“Yes, please, master.” He begs again, squirming against the sheets.

Hearing the small sigh of defeat you let out, he knows you’ve given to him but when he doesn’t feel the warmth of your walls around him once more, he begins to fuss.

“Master—” he starts to whine.

“Be quiet before I send you home without cumming just like whatshisface.” You cut him off.

Deliberately moving slowly, you had resumed your position on his lap. Taking his cock in your hand, you guide it to your pussy and grind against him without letting him inside. Sighing in pleasure each time the tip bumps against your clit, you make sure to thoroughly coat his length in your wetness before finally letting him back inside.

Both of you moan out at the connection. For a few moments you remain still, enjoying the feeling of him being inside before you start slowly rolling your hips.

“Hm, I kind of wanna be held,” you start off demurely. “Should I untie you?” You ask teasingly.

“Yes, please, master.” Goo groans out. Movements unfaltering as you keep riding him, you lean over and first remove the blindfold from Goo and smile down at him fondly once his sight is restored. After that, you undo the fabric that bound his wrist. Instantly, he sits up and wraps his arms around your waist. He bucks up into you every time you come down on his cock, feeling him reach impossibly deep. The action makes you cry out and it encourages him to keep it up.

Eventually, you start to bounce on his dick faster and the rhythm the two of you had created became erratic. Burying his face in your chest, Goo had muffled his sounds against your skin; unable to take the combination of your tight pussy and the buzzing of the vibrator in his ass he was trying oh so hard to ignore. So caught up in the moment, you hadn't noticed initially but once you had caught on, your hands went to grip his hair and pull him away; looking him in the eyes intensely and quietly warning him not to do hold in any of the pathetic sounds he makes. Goo swallows hard, a small nod of understanding following before you give him a pleased smile.

When he parts his lips in a soft moan, you seize the opportunity to spit in his mouth and feel his cock pulse inside of you as a tell tale sign of how much he liked the action. You affectionately shower his face in kisses before moving to his neck and starting to lick up the beads of sweat that formed on his milky skin.

“Do you want me to cum?” You mumble against his neck before nipping at the flesh.

“Oh god, yes.” He moans out. “Please cum for me, master.”

Your lips then find his as you engage in a sloppy kiss, riding him harder and having no regard for anything except your own climax. Your walls continuously squeeze around Goo, tempting him to release but he knew there would be consequences if he finished before you did. Sneaking his hand between the two of you, he rubs your clit in furiously circles in order to coax another orgasm out of you. And of course, it works. You toss your head back, breaking the kiss and letting out a loud moan. Your mind goes blank as you feel bliss rush over you. However, your hips don't stop moving nor do they slow down as you try to prolong your climax

“May I cum, master?” Goo whispers in your ear breathlessly, his hold on you tightening as he anticipates your response.

Rather than giving him a verbal answer, you clench your walls around him tightly; provoking his release. After holding for so long, Goo's own climax builds rapidly now that he has finally received the green light from you. He bucks into you wildly, making you whimper at the feeling of your sensitive walls being worked. With a few more thrusts, your pussy milks him for all he has and his cum fills you up completely. Riding out his own orgasm, he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, master.” He says, watching with a content expression as you pull yourself off him; the privilege of being able to spill so much of his seed into you giving him this odd sense of joy.

Before you can open your mouth to tell him to get you a towel to clean up the mess he made, Goo pushes you back on the pillows and lays between your legs then lap up the cum leaking out of your hole and threatening to stain the sheets.

“Oh my god—” You pant, eyes closed and head falling back at the sensation of his tongue gliding along your swollen and sensitive folds once again; nastily slurping up the cocktail of your fluids. “You’re so greedy.” You try to chide him for acting out of line, but the silver tongue that was able to convince you into letting him be the only client you fuck is inside of you and cleaning you up so well without you even asking.

With his seemingly never ending wallet and the knack for making the games you play a little more interesting, there was a very good reason Kim Joongoo would be your favorite pet.

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