Your favourite way to see me. Presenting myself to you. To you. My Owner. My Master. My Sir. You own every single part of me. I gave it to you, handed it to you that very first night. You know the one. The one that’s just for us to know. The one where you changed … Continue reading You: Owner of everything me.
“Taste yourself my sweet slut. Really taste it. Don’t just swallow. You’re not running a race. Just…taste. Swirl that pink, wet, skilled tongue around my fingertips. Swirl and savour. Let the flavour of your arousal settle onto your tastebuds. Absorb it darling. Close your eyes and lick your wetness off your lips. Fuck. Just like … Continue reading Taste Yourself.
You’re in full dom mindset tonight. I can see it in your glittering eyes. Glittering eyes that have a certain gleam. A special kind of gleam that only happens every so often. And tonight it is in full fucking effect. The second you got home from work, adorned in that special T-Rex tie, I knew … Continue reading Embarking on Adventure.
The vibrations start. Wild. Intense. Buzzing and buzzing against my little button. Against that particular bundle of nerves that you never fail to stimulate. Instantly I am pulling at my restraints. My back arching off the mattress. My fists furling. Muscles quivering. “Oh sweetheart. I don’t hear you counting.” You lean over, wickedly grinning, and … Continue reading Hush. (3)
selon-nous: My fucking favourite. Here there is no room to fight back. No room to think you are anything less than Alpha. With a squeeze of my neck you remind me that you are my god. That you are in control of my very life. With a pinch of my nipple you remind me that … Continue reading A Favourite.
just-sensual-details: Domestic. You know I hate the word. Which is why you find it so fun to command it of me. “Today while I’m at work sweetie, I want this entire place spotless. And I do mean spotless. I want food prepared, and I want you to wear absolutely nothing but your adorable little apron. … Continue reading Domestic.
Goosebumps. Chills. The tips of your fingers barely graze my skin. The whisper of a touch. The brush of a ghost. You know precisely what you’re doing. The devilish grin on your face telling me so. You’re driving me wild. You’re unravelling me. Piece by piece. Touch by gentle touch. You work your way up … Continue reading Your Touch.
He loves it when she begs to be on top. Begs to ride his magnificent, beautiful, heaven sent, angel crafted, rock hard, blood engorged member. His cock. His throbbing shaft. He is more than happy to oblige her. Is more than willing to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, as her beautiful body grinds … Continue reading On Top.
I open my mouth to scream but…the only sound that comes out is a croaked yelp. You can smell the fear. The air is saturated with it. You don’t let it bother you however. You know in the back of my head, somewhere deep, deep in my subconscious, I know that I’m safe. I know … Continue reading Hush. (2)
The night is black. Not your classic type of ebony though. No. Tonight is…different. A thick, dense kind of black. An ‘under the blankets’ suffocating kind of black. It has a tone. A feel. A vibe. An energy. I’m not a hippie but it’s true. It seems to swallow everything in its wake. All sounds. … Continue reading Hush. (1)
Uncensored Eloquence 