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The Best Ingredient Substitutions

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Is this how you roll?

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You’re home early! That’s OK, prepare yourself in the pit. I’ll release and tease you after I’m home.

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Accidentally putting my bodysuit on backwards turned out to be a major yes.

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EXCEPT it’s hypno loops and brainwashing programming

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Humiliation is a Hard Pill to Swallow, Sometimes.

My blog is a good representation of my personality. I love pretty, vintage things, sometimes romantic and of course, humiliation. Just as I wouldn’t be myself without the more feminine side to me, I wouldn’t be myself if I didn’t admit that I need humiliation.

Humiliation is something that has taken me a long time to accept. It can be hard pill to swallow, when you’re near tears from someone messing with your head, when part of you wants it to stop, part of you hates the person doing it to you, yet, part of you craves more. Craves that part that makes your pussy wet, and your eyes glazed over like you’re some drug addicted whore and you need another fix. I hate it, I don’t want it, but I love it, and as much as sometimes I don’t like to admit it, I need it.

I tell people I’m a masochist, and pictures of girls getting beaten, flogged, slapped, cross their mind. Yet, that’s not the kind of masochism I’m referring to. In actuality, I have don’t have a high pain tolerance for physical pain. Instead, I want to feel broken, on the inside, not the outside. I want to be treated less than, completely and utterly objectified; I want to be ignored while being objectfied, I want to feel worthless. Hell, what kind of sane woman wants to be ignored while her one true love of a man is sweet and caring, and fucks another girl, while ignoring her? I’m definitely insane, I tell myself. No, I don’t actually want this, why do you want and need to feel like this, what’s wrong with you?! …Yet, all while I’m screaming this in my head, my body is happy, my pussy is wet and when I see that satisfied, sadistic look on his face, as he tells me I’m his good girl, I melt, and everything feels right, nothing ever feels more satisfying.

Humiliation can be a hard pill to swallow, yet I’ll choke that pill down, time after time, bottle by bottle, because I’m addicted to that emotional pain, I’ll never be able to give it up; I need it.

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The best description of the “need” I have ever seen. Few get it, but those who need it are true treasures.

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I like them big….😉😁

Original post by @hotsouthernwife

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Wow! Just wow!

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AHOY!

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A Christmas Tale

The farmhouse is decorated for Christmas, and I know I’ve done well. The back garden is ablaze with lights and music piping through hidden speakers. “The Holly and The Ivy” plays. I wish I were able to listen to more. I slip my bracelets onto my wrist and twist my hair into a chignon.

Downstairs, every mantle, door, and window is bright with candles and fresh garland. I’ve nestled holly, waxy and sharp, into the greenery and its red berries shine in the low light. The great table overflows with my mother’s china and sterling dinner forks. The kitchen is busy with our usual staff, and I smile at them.

I adjust my dress and check the caterer’s timing, watching the bustle – back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room – and the first course set out. There are wheels of French cheese, sugared dates and hot chafing dishes. Mugs for the ladled soup. Long bars filled with sparkling bottles and mixers. I touch the bruise coming up on my cheekbone. My stomach flip-flops when I hear his footfalls on the staircase, and I steady myself.

“You look beautiful,” Jeremy says and he leans close. My hands flutter up and I force them to my sides, to lie placidly. He breathes me in, runs a finger across my cheek. I smile. I say thank you.

“Let’s get you ready for our guests,” he says. He pulls the chain from the pantry and attaches it to my collar. The weight reminds me to stand taller. The other end, he affixes to the kitchen island. My panic builds.

“Please, don’t make me do this, Sir.”

“There’s nothing for you to do, silly. Just be pretty.”

“Could you leave the earplugs out this time? The music…” I trail off. My eyes fill.

He smiles and shakes his head.

“Open wide, please,” Jeremy says.

I open my eyes and look at the ceiling as he puts in the contacts that make me blind. The world goes dark. His hands are gentle, and he puts in the left earplug. I breathe deeply as the sound dies away. His voice in my ear before the silence engulfs me, “I love you.”

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All the reasons why I should have gotten a chastity belt for Christmas, and why I think you should get me one next Christmas:

I have no self control (as illustrated by my pre-Christmas dinner orgasm)

I’m much more attentive when kept in denial

You can be sure I will never play with your things without permission

I am a better sub when driven to serve through desperation

My pleasure is better when it’s controlled by you

My whining is very cute - I think you’ll enjoy it

You can keep my plug locked in place

We can go on dates, and my pretty pussy will locked away in secret

There will never be a doubt: yours.

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Wear me.....💜

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In my humble opinion, there are very very few things in this world that are most seductively sexy then your beautiful gorgeous sexy princess wearing nothing but your white am dress shirt..... thank you to each and every lady who does 🙏