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Want to know how to get into this lady’s panties? Read on. Please welcome… crimson-uncovered: There is absolutely nothing that makes me wetter than words. No amount of graphic porn can compare to the power that the written or spoken word
crimson-uncovered: I crave a relationship in which I can be unapologetically my submissive self. It would be nice not having to justify my submissive quirks. Not having to defend all of the things I may say or do, all of the little things that add up
crimson-uncovered: Strong arms turn me on. I like arms that are capable of trapping me, immobilizing me, holding me down and making me helpless to any abuse that may follow. With a strong arm comes a strong hand, a hand to leave marks on my skin and
crimson-uncovered: Dominance doesn’t always require aggression. As much as being fucked hard like a dirty whore would make me feel owned, that same sense of ownership can come from subtler things. Like taking my chin and making me look you in the eye.
crimson-uncovered: My ass is the hole that needs the most training. As a concept, anal training does crazy things to me. It’s the very idea of having to prepare a part of my body for you, of taking something not meant for penetration and making it
crimson-uncovered: I’ve never pinched my nipples hard enough for them to hurt. I’ve tugged on them, stroked them, rolled them between my fingers, but every time I attempt to pinch them, just to see what it feels like, it doesn’t hurt. I think I’m
crimson-uncovered: Do bad things to me.Bad things are things that frighten people who aren’t like us. They’re things that tend to alarm, horrify, shock, and repulse. They’re taboo, perverse, and completely twisted. We want them, though. We need
crimson-uncovered: I’d take the pain for you. I say that as if I’d have a choice. I say that as if what you’d do to me would somehow be negotiable. How silly. No, I wouldn’t dare argue with you when you’d strip me out of everything except my
crimson-uncovered: I like to hump things naked. It’s usually a pillow, but it’s never enough. It’s never as firm as a cock, and it always needs frequent adjusting. Still, I don’t think that matters too much because it’s still practice. It’s
crimson-uncovered: Let me suck your cock while you work. Sometimes there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything you have to as well as meet your carnal urges. That’s what I’m here for. I’ll be a good girl and kneel patiently under
crimson-uncovered: Tears aren’t always a bad thing. Crying while being fucked most likely won’t mean that I want you to stop, and it won’t mean that something is wrong. More often than not, it’s simply how my brain copes with intense sensations.
crimson-uncovered: My submission is a gift. It’s a gift that is tightly wrapped and bound with a silk bow, neat and completely untouched. I’m not going to hand it over to just anyone. This gift, this gift of me, is far too valuable to allow in
crimson-uncovered: Every second of this video needs to happen to me.
crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll
crimson-uncovered:Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll
crimson-uncovered: I like knowing my place. It feels hot and tingly between my thighs. I feel my place when he tells me to shut up and do what I’m told, when he tells me to stick my ass in the air, when he makes me gag on my wet panties. I feel my
crimson-uncovered: I’m always thinking slutty thoughts. You’d never guess, though. It’s never apparent on my face, never evident in my body language. It’s a side effect of being one of the quiet ones, I suppose. Keep to yourself long enough
crimson-uncovered: Clothing is a privilege. As the owner of my body, you’ll decide how exposed it is when it’s around you. If you decide that I’ll spend the day completely nude, well, I’d better get ready to feel vulnerable.You’d remain clothed,
crimson-uncovered: Train me. I want this kind of behavior to be engrained into me. It’s an exciting idea, the idea that I could be made to obey with just the crook of a finger. The idea that I would know exactly what to do with just one quick, silent
crimson-uncovered: It will be a ritual. On some mornings, you’ll make me kneel at the foot of your bed, naked. I’ll rest my palms on my thighs, back straight and tits out, eyes lowered in deference. That’s what you will have trained me to do on
crimson-uncovered: I will be responsible for tending to your erections. Whenever you get hard, it will be my job to do something about it. It’s only fair, what with the way I’ll tease you. I’ll have come equipped with a flirtatious attitude and
crimson-uncovered: Anal whores get gagged.They moan too loudly when they’re taken up the ass. You’ll learn that about me when you’re training me with probing fingers and butt plugs of various sizes. You’ll become very familiar with the uncomfortable
crimson-uncovered: We were waiting for the train and I was being incessantly pouty because he wouldn’t let me go to the other side of the city to retrieve a pair of boots I keep at the office. They’re super sexy and I wanted to wear them, but we
crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice: “No.” “Behave.” “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” “Don’t you dare.” “Get over my knee.” “You’ll do as you’re told.” “I’ll beat your
crimson-uncovered: I love begging him to extend my bedtime. I love when he says no. I love asking if I can buy a sugary latte. I love when he says no. I love asking if I can skip my workout because laziness. I love when he says no. I love begging
crimson-uncovered: I love begging him to extend my bedtime. I love when he says no. I love asking if I can buy a sugary latte. I love when he says no.I love asking if I can skip my workout because laziness. I love when he says no.I love begging to
crimson-uncovered: “Not yet, girl.” I will suffer. You will deny me, and I will nod in obedience, but I will be suffering. I’ll tighten all my muscles, hold my breath, clench my eyes shut, and bite my lip so hard that I nearly draw blood
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crimson-uncovered: Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll beat your ass.”“Watch
crimson-uncovered: Bad kitties get butt-fucked. Before that, they get their sassy mouths taped shut and marked with harsh black letters. No more talking, whining, complaining, or pouting. No more cock. That’s the worst part for bad kitties, isn’t
crimson-uncovered: I want the neighbors to hear. Let’s be the obnoxious lovers who can’t keep it down. I’m convinced that some headboards are meant to be gripped in masculine hands, meant to be used as leverage for forceful fucking. Fuck me so
crimson-uncovered: “I want my property on display when I get home. Understood?”You’d send the text several hours in advance. I’d be on my lunch break with friends, unaware that you’re about to enslave my mind in a matter of seconds. Open book
crimson-uncovered: “Stay.” You’ll order me into stillness, and then you’ll leave the room. It will be challenging, I think, to obey the simplest of commands when you’re not around to enforce them. It would feel like a test of submission,
crimson-uncovered: “It’s showtime, girl.” Dangerously high heels will be my only costume, a pillow my only prop. You will be the sole member of the audience, and my only judge. “Show me how a good whore rides her owner’s cock,” you’ll
crimson-uncovered:Silence doesn’t have to be the purpose behind a gag. On the contrary, I think you’d gag me to hear me. You’d gag me to hear all the partially-muffled sounds I make when you touch me and hurt me and fuck me. You’d gag me to humiliate
crimson-uncovered: I want to dress up nice and pretty for you, only to have you ruin me. My eyes are heavy with black so that my tears will leave dark stains on my skin. My dress clings to me so that it entices you to tear it off my body. My hair is
crimson-uncovered:Forgive me for being unable to meet your gaze when I’m needy, wet, and on my knees.The awkwardness that overcomes me when I have to look someone in the eye is a personal flaw and an unfortunate habit. I can look at you when you ask
crimson-uncovered: Out of all the things I crave, this is what I want the most. I want the quiet moments. I want the almost-silences, filled with nothing but the sound of our breathing. I want the cuddling and the forehead kisses, the calm voices and
crimson-uncovered:I want to be a vessel for your cum. Some nights, that’s exactly what I’d be. You’d send me to bed twenty minutes earlier than usual, ordering me to wait for you with my panties lowered to my thighs. “On your stomach,” you’d
crimson-uncovered:Things that turn me on when they’re said in a stern voice:“No.”“Behave.”“Look at me when I’m speaking to you.”“Don’t you dare.”“Get over my knee.”“You’ll do as you’re told.”“I’ll beat your ass.”“Watch
crimson-uncovered: Confession: I got rather emotional when I saw this. I must be having one of those days, because I see gifs like this every day and my reaction is usually nothing more than “awww”. I guess that’s how you know you really need
crimson-uncovered: Let me be your kitten. I’m fond of being treated like an animal, but there’s something special about “kitten.” Something affectionate, naughty, and playfully condescending. Like “Daddy,” it’s a title, a name, and a status.
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crimson-uncovered: Shove your fingers into my mouth. It’s rude, rough, and arbitrary, but that’s why it appeals to me. That arbitrariness is what makes it an undeniably dominant thing to do. You do it because you can, because you want to, and because
