Sir V

❈ 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 ✦ 𝙃𝘦/𝙃𝘪𝘮 ✦ 𝘿𝘰𝘮 ✦ 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ✦ 𝘜𝘚 ❈ 𝘍𝘦𝘵𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦.𝘤𝘰𝘮/𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴/1735401 ~~~ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲. 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐁𝐃𝐒𝐌, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

[dominaturv]

Hello and welcome to my NSFW corner of the internet where I share my kinky thoughts and experiences. This blog is 18+ only. Enjoy, explore, and remember to always respect consent.

Main Kinks and Interests:

I'm a Dom with a deep interest in various aspects of BDSM. Here are some of my primary kinks:

24/7 lifestyle

Behavior modification

Bimbofication

Consensual non-consent play

Humiliation

Objectification

Total power exchange

About Me:

I’m Blaxican, 5'11", and have a sense of humor shaped by 5 years of military service. Born in California, I moved to Texas in 2013. I've been a Dom since 2012 and live the BDSM lifestyle 24/7. My journey in BDSM is one of continuous learning and growth, and I'm passionate about mentoring and training submissives.

Final Thoughts:

I believe in continuously learning and growing within the BDSM lifestyle. My dream is to build a supportive community where we can all thrive and explore our kinks safely and consensually.

To new beginnings,

-V

[dominaturv]

Shape of Mine.

You asked for an order. Here it is.

Find the toy you’ve kept waiting. The one that was made to match exactly what owns you. The one you’ve avoided because you know… once you take it, you’ll never be the same.

Hold it. Feel the weight of it in your hand. Know that it is mine.

Now put it where it belongs. At your entrance. Breathe in the danger. Let my hand be the one guiding yours.

Push. Slow. Deeper. Until your body is forced to remember the shape it was made for. Until you feel full in the way only I can make you full.

Don’t rush. Let every wave of stretch sink into you. Let your mind slip with it. Let the need erase everything else.

When you’re shaking, and wet, and gone— whisper your gratitude.

Because you asked for an order… and I made you my good fucktoy.

[dominaturv]

Illusion of Choice.

They always act like it’s a question. Like I might not already know.

As if their dripping, their moaning, their need— wasn’t expected. Groomed.

They offer themselves like it’s brave. Like I haven’t had them for years.

It’s cute. Really.

But come on. You don’t ask if you’re allowed to want Me. You just do.

Like a breath you don’t notice. Like cumming on you. Like a tissue. Without thinking. Natural. Obvious. Mine.

[dominaturv]

Mine.

I would say you have no idea how intoxicating your words are... but you do know, don’t you? you’ve lived in that ache. you’ve tasted the addiction of Me. you’ve begged for another dose. you’ve unraveled for Me, mouth open, mind dripping, needy, just to hear My voice.

you want to be enveloped in Me? Then kneel deeper. Open wider. Let Me own you where no one else can reach.

Then remember: you’ll dance because I allow it. you’ll breathe because I haven’t told you to stop.

you do remember what it means to be Mine. you always were. And soon, you’ll be put on display— exactly how I want you.

[dominaturv]

When I cannot give you my body

know that you will still have my words.

Maybe that does not make me good.

Maybe that makes me a bad girl,

in need of punishment,

and maybe I crave that punishment

that only you could give.

Maybe when I close my eyes,

desperate to grasp to my thoughts—

to stay present,

to remain within myself—

you are there,

tugging at those thoughts

until they disappear

and are replaced

with nothing but you,

you,

you.

Helplessly,

I belong to you.

My master.

So know that I am peering at myself

in a mirror,

palms up on my knees,

mentally tracing the words

yours

across my body,

seeing them on my skin,

a perfect V branded on me—

hoping you can see it too.

Happy V-Day.

-Yours

Good.

The only thing that matters is the reminder.

A reminder of who you belong to. A reminder of how easy it will be to slip into your natural state if I ever decide to press you.

A reminder of a simple truth:

Mine.

[dominaturv]

𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

V-Day is coming. Some of you already know what’s expected. Others… are still learning. That’s okay.

A good girl listens. A good girl worships. A good girl doesn’t think—she obeys.

And the best girls? They show it.

You know who you belong to.

📸: Tribute season is here. Submission is seen. Obedience is rewarded.

Are you a good girl?

[dominaturv]

Yours. Always yours.

💜

[dominaturv]

I love seeing when you’ve liked my posts, because it’s so hot when you know that they’re about you.

Still haunting my every thought and dream, still owning parts of me I can’t let go.

Like you’re petting me and praising me from the other side of the curtain, and I can still feel every little caress, even from within my shadows.

My good girl 💜

[dominaturv]

My Sir.

Fucking hell. Your praise has me dripping.

Being thoughtless… I can already feel it happening. This descent into blind obedience.

Please, please, Sir. I just want to be unabashedly used by you. I wish you could pull me from the shadows that protect me from your grasp.

A dangerous threshold. Such a tempting and dangerous threshold.

Good girl~

I'm always happy to know your body is ready and eager for use.

The thought of you giving yourself completely to me only makes me want to pull you from the veil you consider protection.

You're standing right at the edge, ready to cross over and give yourself to me. So what's stopping you?

[dominaturv]

Okay, Sir. I’ll tell you.

I’ve been craving submission. To you. To someone who will appreciate it and crave it. But my true desire, what I’d really hope for…it’s a dream. A fantasy just as I described before…for you to find me and take me and remove the choice as an option for me.

I want to not think, about anything but serving you. Nothing else, but being a good slut, a good girl. A good submissive.

…your good submissive.

Good girl~ As always, I appreciate your transparency and your beautiful obedience. Even though that dream remains a fantasy, that has never stopped us from fulfilling desires in the past and making them a reality. Even now, being ordered to comply, albeit behind an Anon mask, I’m sure you feel the thrill of being coerced in this public setting.

It makes me wish I could reward that desire to give me all your power, to become a single-purposed, thoughtless, obedient toy for me to use. Like the good girl you always crave to be for your Sir.

[dominaturv]

The issue is that I am not let down…that’s what makes it so dangerous. What makes you so dangerous.

It’s like your words are intoxicating. They do feel like poison…forbidden, and delectable.

I’m having a really hard time not admitting it. The way you’re talking to me is making me weak.

I don’t think I’ll be satiated until you’ve been in me, claimed all of me, taken me. So, what do you think, Sir? Knowing me the way you do—what do you think I came to you hoping for?

Well, I’ve never tried to keep my cards close to my chest—you should know exactly where I stand. It might be a bit of a mystery why you came to me today, but it’s clear I’ve been on your mind for quite some time.

Maybe you missed having my more active hand in that forbidden desire you’ve willingly deemed to be mine. Whether you like it or not, it seems you're ready to admit just how deeply that truth runs.

I want you to tell me, what you’ve been craving, what you’ve been hoping for. Whether it was your original intention or not, you are eager to submit, so start by giving me your words.

[dominaturv]

I don’t know, Sir. I saw your name, saw the smallest glimmer that you still thought of me. And something in me came alive again, that desire to give myself to you. To fall into that surrender.

I don’t know what possessed me to go through with it. To be a fly in your web, yet willingly getting caught in it. To let myself succumb to your spell again.

But a part of me has always wanted my desires answered…and maybe that part of me takes the wheel, sometimes…

Hopefully, you weren’t let down by willingly stepping into dangerous territory. Reminding yourself what your favorite poison tastes like and how easily it goes down, how well your body responds to it.

You’ve always loved the way it feels to be enthralled by me, though, haven’t you?

The question now is, how much of your fix actually keeps you satiated?

[dominaturv]

That’s because you molded them, my desires. You awoke them within me.

I think I could do it, Sir. I think I could overwhelm myself with how dirty it would be, how wrong. And that’s when I would beg… beg for you to stop, to let me hold on to my innocence…

Until, as you say, the inevitable…the relinquishment of willpower and control. You would take it from me, and I would be grateful for it.

You’re making it hard for me to articulate words again. You’re making it hard for me to hide…

Please, Sir. Please keep commanding me until I can’t help but to listen.

Heh. Every word, every plea, is just part of the game—pretending you're holding on, when deep down, you've been hoping your defenses would crumble, just like they already have. You want to feel forced, to surrender completely, to be taken until there's nothing left but your gratitude and submission.

Let’s pull back that curtain. Tell me, what did you really hope would happen when you reached out to me? What were you hoping for?

And don’t hold anything back.

[dominaturv]

You know you’re right, and that’s not fair. The fact that you know your voice has always been all that it takes.

You see through me. If you take me by force, if you rape me the way I so desire…

So please, please, Sir. Let me put a fight and act as though it could be real. Please, take me. Hurt me. Please, let me lose myself in submission to you as you force it from me. Please grant me the wishes from my dreams…

If you remember correctly, l used to always be able to articulate your desires before you even knew how to put them into words.

And as for those naughty wishes of yours, I'd have to try very hard-and be particularly cruel-to make it seem like anything other than one of your deepest, darkest fantasies coming to life.

Even if you were pinned down, knowing deep inside that it's all just for show—because your body can't hide the truth. You want it, crave it. Even if I force you into the most depraved, humiliating, and objectifying acts, treating you like nothing more than a toy for my pleasure. Every cruel word, every degrading act, only would make you drip with need, more desperate, even as you try to hide how much you love it. You might resist just enough to make it feel real, but we both know it's inevitable.

And let's be honest. If you truly wanted to be a good girl and my fucktoy again, you wouldn't need to fight so hard. All it takes is reaching out from those shadows. You could drown in those desires that terrify you so much, where there's no hiding—only surrender.

[dominaturv]

Damn it, Sir.

When you give me the choice, it’s easier for me to hide.

But when you give me direct commands like that…

It’s harder.

Exhilarating as those dreams must be, where I take you by force, you know all too well that it has only ever taken the soothing tone of my voice to gain your obedience. You’ve eagerly given yourself to me, in both body and mind, time and time again. An order isn’t necessary—it’s simply an excuse for you to act on what every fiber of your being already desires.

Now, be a good girl for Sir, and beg for me.

[dominaturv]

I don’t want to stop responding. I don’t want your words to stop. Reading them again has made me drip and ache as they always have.

It’s only natural—your body knows what it needs, what it’s been yearning for.

You already know what you need to do. The choice has always been yours.

Take the next step. Give in to what you truly desire. Submit.

[dominaturv]

I can’t. It’s safe here, in the shadows. As though you can’t get me if I’m still hidden away, tucked behind the curtains.

If only I could have given myself to you as I have so many times in my dreams. Felt you take me, force me, find me and use me.

To surrender would be a dream in itself. And I know with confidence the dreams and thoughts and desires will never cease. I will always be looking over my shoulder, wondering if you might be there, plotting and hunting me, if I’d be able to put up a fight if you found me. Or what it would take to break my defenses.

I respect your choice to remain in the shadows, to keep me at arm’s length where it feels safe. There will always be a warm embrace waiting for you if you decide to give in. When the time comes, you will find me here, patient, ready to claim what you have already deemed as mine.

To submit, to be my slut, my toy, mine—that’s where you truly belong—kneeling, where every whispered command and touch reminds you of your sanctum.

As I have always encouraged, stay in the shadows if that’s what you need. But remember, the moment you decide to be a good girl for Sir…