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Her fear at being caught, exposed, is chased away; it is absorbed as just one of the many thrilling sensations she is experiencing, dancing across her senses along with her fingers, the hot spray, and the teasing wind.
Relish this, little one.
Her reaction to feeling your total control is just as it should be: she licks her lips as she is consumed by eager anticipation for what it will mean for her future.
Unwrapping you is one of my favorite moments; I can’t wait to live it every single day.
She teases her Sir with naughty pictures while he is at work, because she knows if she’s a tease he’ll come home hot, hungry, and prepared to remind her of her place.
Blowjob training can be made even more fun when you bring another eager cocksucker to the party.
Your mouth is my favorite way of getting clean.
Patient but attentive. Eager to serve.And such a cute little puppy, too!
Shower her in your love.
Been having a lot of quiet days, lately.
You are both bound to and lifted by my will. Cuffed and carried.
As much fun as it is to use her mouth hard and fast, it is also fun to let her show you what she’s learned. To relax and let her worship your cock with her tongue.
This brought you so powerfully to my mind. Between the tattoos and that smile… oh and maybe another something about this photo which I can’t quite place (;
When I think of the next time I see you (which happens undeniably often), this seems to come up about every other thought. Hmmm. ‘Mine’ has such a delicious taste, as it rolls off the tongue.
Sharing is caring. Time for cleanup, pet.
She told me was a storm, and she meant to warn me. Storms are unstoppable, natural, ferocious. I should be scared. But in her eyes I saw a light that no storm could hide. And so all I heard was that she was unstoppably, naturally, ferociously inevitable
“Yes please” is always an acceptable response, little lady.
Oh you’re not going anywhere until I’ve sated my lust, little one.
You agreed to accept my will; to make my priorities your priorities and take my direction as your path. You know that I care for you, and my guidance leads you along a course of betterment because that is how I feel you can best serve me: by fulfilling
Look at that girl in the mirror. Wantonly supplicating herself, open and willing to receive him and please him in any way he so chooses. Do you think she worries about anything other than the two of them? No, she forgets about everything and everyone
Some days we just can’t wait until we get all the way home, and we sate our need on the side of the road, oblivious to the world.
Squirm and writhe. Your torment intoxicates me. And I intend to get drunk on you tonight.
This next game doesn’t involve your mouth, little one. Don’t worry though; when we’re done, you’ll still get to lick me clean.
It’s always enjoyable to see a woman serving her purpose well.
Our connection runs deeper…
The things we do are the epitome of wanton lust, but the foundation of trust and love is omnipresent.
Reach back and spread while you ride me. I want to see all your secret places, which belong to me and only me.
A hard night’s use is always capped off wonderfully by throwing her in the elevator naked, followed by a bundle of her clothing. If she was particularly useful, it will be a full outfit. If she wasn’t, she’ll be lucky to get full coverag
The shade is real. I’ve always thought doing the alphabet in cursive was fun.
Her arms bound, forced forwards beyond a position where she could balance or hold herself in place, she was entirely at his mercy. Fully subject to his will. He moved her as he wanted. Used her as he wanted.
This is mine, little one. Buck your hips all you want, needy, because we’ll be doing this for as long as I want.
When the answer is the same for both, you know you’ve made it.
On your hands and knees, bracing for me. Panting your need as I consume you.
There isn’t any part of you that isn’t entirely mine. Fucking your ass as I spit in your mouth, it’s underlined for both of us.
You’re lucky your struggles are amusing to me; it means this won’t hurt as bad as it might. But this is still gonna be pretty fucking rough for you.
This is an amazing position. She’s not braced in any way, forced to hold that position by her bonds and her willpower.
These kind of tattoos are incredibly hot. With this permanent mark upon your skin, you’ll never be naked again. Not only does this one display ownership, it also conveys a threat. Fucking hot.
“When I cum, you can breathe again.” He growled into her ear, and felt her clench around him. But she clenched much harder when he added, “Well… probably.”
She hoped it was the last time. Begged, even. He smiled, thinking how that could be interpreted two ways, as he pushed her head back under the water. Possibly for the last time.
I trained you to be able to take this so that I could use you as I pleased.You’re welcome.
“Stop what I’m doing? No chance. But feel free to tell your mother hello from me. Just tell her I’ve got my nose in something and I’ll catch her next time.”
Far more than the words, the rules, or the various trappings of their tempestuous evenings… this was the essence of her submission. The conscious choice, the deferential act. Placing herself on her knees at his feet, reaching out for him, patiently
Why would anyone want to recover from this?
Some days I feel like this. So much raw, frenetic energy and turbulence within me that I have to push it out into the distance. So when my eyes flash and my chuckle booms a little louder than normal, when the lines around my eyes seem tense and betray
Your faces when you have to answer the door because hotel security is about to tell you to keep it the fuck down in there.
She was grace and joy and all the fluid forms of beauty, art trapped in a body with mortal concerns but an immortal disposition; she was all I sought.
You’ve earned that proud smile, pet.
Deliciously wicked thoughts can make for the best good girls.
Bring you closer in service to me…
The promise behind her eyes ignited a fire I didn’t even try to contain.
Your canvas, Sir…
“Yes Sir, please” is always an acceptable response, little lady.
Did I change your reality the way you changed mine?
Never be content. You can always provide more use, more pleasure. Push yourself to be the best for him.
The crook of one finger is all the pressure required to pull her inevitably to him.
