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.
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Glorious Contradictions.
She needed it horribly. Like one needs air to breathe, she needed him. Needed him to make her cheeks heat up like candewicks to a flame. Both sets. She needed him to contradict his words with his actions; Tell her how much he loves her. Then slap her. Tell her how he thinks she’s the … Continue reading Glorious Contradictions.
It.
It’s heavy. The weight of it pushing down. Down. Down. It’s crushing. Yet comforting. To be wrapped in a shawl of isolation. To enter a limbo that’s been created out of necessity. To enter and get lost. To get lost in the dark reality. And dark it is. It’s nothing. It’s eternal. It’s unnoticeable. Easy … Continue reading It.
One Hour.
One hour. Sixty minutes. Doesn’t seem that long, does it? Say that again when you’re tied to a bed. Tied spreadeagle to each corner. Without permission to cum. Your legs kind of hurt from being stretched so far apart. But you love it. You love the ache, the dull pain. You stay this way for … Continue reading One Hour.
Pet.
He’s been busy. Working hard. Grinding away. She sees it. Recognizes it. Decides to give him a break. A getaway. Even if it’s just for an hour or two. It’s the small things that speak volumes. The small things that amount to so much. She strips down. Struggling as she configures her harness. Her favourite … Continue reading Pet.
To Know Her.
On her knees. Sable mascara running down her cheeks. Ruby lipstick smeared across her lips. She’s a mess. A fucking mess. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. He grips her chin in his strong hand. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful when she’s at her lowest. When not a part of her doesn’t belong to … Continue reading To Know Her.
