the-romantic-dominant: Submitted by @uncensoredeloquence I don’t remember. I can’t recall the induction. I can’t recall the snap of your fingers along with your command. “Sleep.”I don’t remember your words whispering in my ear, painting a whole new reality. One where you are not you.I don’t remember how I got here. Standing on this street … Continue reading A Whole New World.
The Power Exchange.
Today Sir, I am in a mood. A sauntering, swaggering kind of mood. I want to seduce you. I want your eyes glued to every movement of my slinking body. I would don your favourite pair of lingerie. I would keep my hair the wild, untamed mess that it so often is. I would paint … Continue reading The Power Exchange.
Familiar Despair.
Unblinking. Hardly feeling. Numb. Cold. Another sparkle dimmed. Another light extinguished. Time escapes. Irrelevant. It’s dark. An understatement. Air doesn’t even seem to move. Yet breathing is still possible. Light doesn’t travel here. Only darkness resides. It’s welcomed. It would be easy to get lost here should escape be a priority. It’s not. The crushing … Continue reading Familiar Despair.
A Living Storm.
She screamed into the cyclone. Hair whipping around her face. Tearing at her skin. She cursed the gods as pellets of ice sprayed her torn face. The wind around her swirled wickedly. Faster. Faster. A deadly storm. That’s what she was. Fatal. Lethal. Spit flew from her chapped lips as she hurled curse after curse … Continue reading A Living Storm.
Might Want To Mentally Prepare.
the-romantic-dominant: Might Want To Mentally PrepareYou may want to mentally prepare for this one, Kitten. This one’s gonna rock you to your core. Total submission on display. Try handing over your ability resist and you will know the meaning of trust on a whole new level. Complete and total trust in another person. Armed with … Continue reading Might Want To Mentally Prepare.
Docile.
You know I’m obedient. You know I’d follow your every command. Your every whim. My submission runs deep. It’s innate. And yet…something else mingles in my blood. Something else demands to be heard. Demands to be noticed. Break me. I want to be mindless. Dumb. I want you to take the very notion of a … Continue reading Docile.
The One Whom My Soul Loves.
Steadfast. Strong. Steady. Weak. Shaken. Vulnerable. Lost. Who says you have to choose? Who says you have to hide? I see you. I have seen the unveiling. I have peeked behind your heavy curtains. I have witnessed the backstage happenings. Putting on your mask of security. That chiseled mask you have been taught to wear. … Continue reading The One Whom My Soul Loves.
Captive.
She had no recollection of how she ended up here. Her head hurt. Her face felt swollen. Her throat was sore, and she had to pee. Tremendously. She cracked open an eye and gathered in her surroundings. The room was unexciting. One window, and the bed she was…tied to? Her wrists started to throb as … Continue reading Captive.
Class.
the-romantic-dominant: ClassNothing beats a woman with class. Old-fashioned, reserved-in-public, you-would-never-know-it, paints-her-nails, smells-like-heaven, hurry-up-she-is coming-so-I-better-get-the-door-for-her kind of class. Does everyone in your real world know you are a dirty little tramp who touches her pussy to tune of rough sex and aggressive porn at night? Does everyone know you are a slutty, slutty dirty little girl? … Continue reading Class.
The Artist’s Muse.
My body is his canvas. His mound of clay. His blank slate. He can colour me, shape me, however he wants. His rough hands mould me into what he wants. Train me to listen. Train me to obey. His rough hands leave their mark. Their bruise. Their stripes. It’s a beautiful thing. To hand myself … Continue reading The Artist’s Muse.
Uncensored Eloquence 