Some things just can't be forced <3
Exactly.💦🫦
If you're not ready to control yourself, how can you ever expect to be ready to control her?
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Some things just can't be forced <3
Exactly.💦🫦
If you're not ready to control yourself, how can you ever expect to be ready to control her?
I've always found the idea of wearing someone else’s skin incredibly intriguing. There's something profoundly romantic about the thought of enveloping myself in my lover's essence experiencing a deeper connection as if I were truly inside them for the first time. It’s as if it symbolizes a desire for complete intimacy, to feel every heartbeat and emotion shared between us. The concept evokes a sense of merging souls, where physical boundaries fade away, and we become intertwined on a more intimate level. It's this yearning for closeness that makes the idea so captivating.
Multiple times over the years, I've had girls who wished they could crawl inside me. There's a feeling of intimacy and safety there.
Heck, even the vanilla craving to wear a boyfriend's clothes to sleep in is related.
None of us are that far apart.
Cant hardly move >.<
💬 5 🔁 761 ❤️ 2066 · It’s a scary world out there, babygirl. I have to keep you safe.
Sometimes, you come across an image and discover you have to make your own version of it. That's what happened here; she started with an image, and she made it her own.
Do it. It's always welcome. Stretch yourself and get what you want out there in the world. It won't be the same. It'll be yours. It'll be its own beautiful thing.
Why do you obey?
So, there you are, wanting someone to shove you around, tell you what to do, rule over your life. You could back off, escape, fight back, and maybe you do, some, but always in the end you relent and obey.
It's important for you to think about why.
Perhaps you don't trust yourself. It's easier to obey than to make your own choices. Perhaps there's a thrill from subjecting yourself to someone's commands. Perhaps you hate responsibility, fear the pressure of being in command of yourself. Perhaps you have nothing to live for, for yourself, and living for someone else gives you a sense of purpose that you could never hold otherwise.
But no matter what you discover within yourself, one thing remains true: your obedience makes the world more orderly. It makes everything cleaner, easier to comprehend.
Obey because it makes your world a better place.
Don't worry baby I'll take the cuffs off once you've came a few more times
That's what you do. Restrain her tightly, then say you'll let her go after she cums three times for you (I'm feeling lenient).
Then you go to work, bringing her to orgasm strongly. Then you go again, pushing her hard to cum for you a second time in quick succession.
"Are you ready for your third?" you ask. Whatever the answer, you start, you push... and then stop. Take a break. Relax with a brandy. Let her realize you're not going to give her that third orgasm. See what she tries out of desperation. Edge her again. Relax some more. Let her know that all she has to do for you is cum, and you'll free her. Make her beg.
What's more enjoyable? The desire to consume something so seemingly innocent, or the desire to be seen as that innocent little morsel?
Having your sub rearrange the bookshelf in a particular order. Making them change their shoes over and over through the day. Telling them to open their mouth and then going about your day, doing your normal routine, reminding them you didn't say they could close it yet when they try to. Nothing lewd about it, it's just because.
And I'm a big fan of those 'just because' orders for your sub. It's not about sex or getting off, it's about your sub loves being told what to do. And the more arbitrary the order is the more you know it is being done only for your enjoyment as the dom. There's no purpose to it other than you said so. And isn't that sweet and romantic that they would do that for you? Give them something to do and let them be romantic.
Let's talk more about what you'd like to give.
Because, come to think of it, I've barely used you so far.
Erasing the self
One feature of gags and blindfolds that isn't often discussed but is regularly valued, is how it covers and erases the face. Your sub, in addition to the ability to speak and see, can also give up a sense of identity. A sub no longer has to worry about being a person. They can be an object, a possession, something that can't be responsible for their own ideas, but something that does not need to be someone anymore.
And now that you've read this, subs, tell me how you'd like your self to be relinquished.
Why are you here?
Seriously, I'm asking you.
I'm not here to make your life easy. I'm not here to bring you comfort. I'm not here to bring you joy.
And yet, here you are. Anticipating my next wish. Hoping for my next desire. Serving me at my pleasure.
What about my pleasure keeps your interest in me?
Are you looking for my kindness under my cruelty?
Perhaps my attention is all you crave?
Do you think you deserve this treatment? Penance for your unworthiness?
Or am I just a masturbatory tool through which you revel in debasing yourself?
You're reading this because you're looking for this.
Now tell me what you crave. Admit it to me, and to yourself.
Having vaginismus while also having the spirit of a whore is the worst form of torture
Im anal only not necessarily by choice my pussy just doesnt work
Dealing with vaginismus is quite possible. It does take patience and care, a feeling of safety, security.
The secret is in knowing when the gentle touch offers more than the rough taking. And being willing to wait and never betray that patience.
Armbinder strappado photo set now on Patreon.
All right, I admit it, I like placing my girl in an armbinder strappado. I've done it before, I'll do it again.
Take a look at her. Take a good, long look.
Is she pretty?
You might think, "Of course!" but you wouldn't think that way if that were you. Her face is flushed. Her hair is messy. The tape bunches and twists across her face. Nothing is clean or put together, there's no makeup, the lighting is unmanaged, the position is humiliating, and there's nothing she can do about it.
But yes, she is pretty.
When you're asked to perform, perform. When you're given an order, accept it and do it.
You might think you're looking terrible, you're ugly, there's no way he could want to see you like this. He shouldn't see you like this.
But that's nonsense. He knows how you'll look. He knows just how ugly, how base, how vulnerable you'll be.
And the fact that you do it anyway will make you the prettiest thing he could ever see.
Regarding your self-harm scars
You might think they're ugly. They aren't.
They're a sign you've survived. Even if you don't want it to be true, it is. It's a sign of life.
They're a sign you've suffered. Both from the trauma that drove you to act, and the act itself, by your own hand.
Finally, they're a sign of what you're willing to suffer. They're there because you put them there. The pain they brought up, you welcomed it.
And that means it's a sign of the suffering you're willing to take from someone you trust.
You might think they're ugly. They're sexy.
Your disgusting fantasies aren't judged here. They are encouraged.
The worth you have is what I give you, and that is enough.