Hair Pulling

I’m writing, I promise, working on several stories at the moment. When I’m on a writing jones I have to stop occasionally and read other blogs for a breather. While on such a break, I happened across a few blogs that talk about the “mmmmmmm” of hair pulling. And it reminds me of the many times He does it to me.

He doesn’t just wait until we’re together behind closed doors….however it is a major part of our playtime when we are. He has pulled me across the room by His fist tangled in a handful of my mane, He’s used it to tug me “into position” on the Wall, He lies on it to immobilize me, and He tugs it to get my attention. Then there’s the obvious “handle” usage for face fucking.

All of these I love.

All of these are some kind of objectification, aren’t they? Being held, being moved like a ‘thing’ instead of being asked/told to move here, go there. Just picked up by my handle and ‘placed’.

Gawd, just writing that makes my pussy ooze.

It’s been a LONG time since playtime for nilla and Master, long ago in March.

*sigh* (okay, ignore that little sigh. Itiswhatitis. I need that on one of those rubber bracelets ~ IIWII)

But….He doesn’t only wait for behind-closed-doors playtime to show me that He owns me, no matter where we are. There was that time in Starbucks where I plugged in His computer, and He held me, kneeling at His feet, with His foot on my hair. I almost had an orgasm, right there.

He’s pulled my ponytail at another Starbucks we frequent, tugging me into His lap, or to His side, or leaning against the table. It’s a handle, and an instant turn on for me.

Sure, it hurts. He’s a forceful Bastard. But it *always* makes me wet. He watches me like a hawk, stabbing His eyes into mine, reading me like a dime-store novel, warning me not to cum. He can see it, feel it.

It’s not just His delightful hands on my body. He is a wicked pincher, as you saw a few weeks ago. Those bruises are fading, almost gone. But it’s His hand in my hair that affects Β me in the most dramatic way.

His fist in my tresses, His fingers coiled around my braid, the gleam in His eye as this single grasp of ownership –all serves to tilt me out of vanilla as I slide right into submission. He doesn’t give a fuck who is there, it is just a little bubble that surrounds us.

Maybe it’s apparent that it’s consensual. It MUST be obvious that I enjoy it, even as my cheeks glow. I think all of me glows, in a heady mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Because really, even though I’m embarrassed, I don’t really give a fuck who’s there watching either.

We’re a pair, aren’t we?

So what do you think? Does your Master do “hair play” with you? Is it hot? (in here…or is it Him. πŸ™‚ Β )

24 thoughts on “Hair Pulling

  1. We were in Office Max once and I was freaking out about something–I don’t remember now. Sir grabbed my hair in the middle of the aisle and forced me to my knees! Feeling his control slip over me like that calmed me in an instant, even though I’m sure I was blushing furiously. But it’s also like you say: suddenly it’s like we are in our own bubble. He pulled me back up and hugged me, a big smile on his face, to show the few people around that he was being playful, but really he was whispering in my ear that if I didn’t stay calm, he was going to drive me somewhere and make my bottom very very red. He uses my hair a lot; I love it. πŸ˜‰

    1. mmmmm….isn’t it funny how fast we “fall” into that submissive mode when they take us in hand (by the hair)? Great story butterfly! Thanks for sharing it.


  2. Spanking and hair pulling get me going. πŸ˜€ Master Rick does both in public. I wear braids for Master J and Master Rick pulls me around by them. Master J and Mistress E do spanking but I’m not sure if they do alot of hair pulling.

  3. “….reading me like a dime store novel..” LOVE THAT!
    Hair play.. oh yes.. to make a point or force me to look into those steely eyes,
    What a perfect way to get my attention~

  4. Nothing says… are mine!…like being put into position or led by the hair…{sigh}..I know compared to you it is no time..but it has bee one whole week.
    hugs abby

    1. you know, abby, there is no “comparison” really…we all have our variations of suffering! I’m more used to longer times without him…and if you’re used to MORE time, than your week is like my month. πŸ™‚ Never worry that you’re not suffering enough or feel like you shouldn’t feel that “empty, missing HIm” feeling just because it’s “only a week”…for each of us, we have our needs. There is no way I’d say “oh pffft”.. to your waiting time!! It’s torture for us all!



    1. πŸ™‚

      Hair, a mobility device. *grinning widely* Even better than those pads you slide under furniture….


  5. I read this aloud to my girl, she was on her knees, head in my lap, and my hands entwined in her hair. Her whimpers were mixed in with the sound of my voice as I read. Does that answer your question.

      1. air…need air…and a fan…a really big fan…geezus Sir, that was…*swallows hard*…hawt.

        fanning face, nilla falls into a chair, panting.

  6. I made the great mistake of cutting off my hair last year. Now that it has grown back, He has yet to let me forget his displeasure at my having cut it.
    He wraps his hands into it and pulls my head back for a kiss, or to bite my neck. Every single time I soak my panties.
    Oh god.
    Just thinking about it……
    ~ whispers ~’I think I’ve become a slut……..’

  7. Nilla, you might want to look at spaioslut today, I think it fits this subject just fine. Too bad the young lady isn’t a red head. Tip

    1. yes! “That” space.

      I love that space. Where it is only Him and breath and every molecule of your being is focused and both empty and full, awaiting his next command…


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