He named it ‘snot rag’
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He named it ‘snot rag’
Bootlicker of the day
Sometimes as a submissive you just need a moment to compose yourself. A moment to focus, close your eyes, get your breath back, feel what you are, what you want, find strength to give more of yourself, understand who He is to you, why you need to do this…a moment to feel, to let go even further.
Thats what i see in this pic. the slave has already been beaten, the heavy steel bands are chafing, it is sweating, filthy after a long session of crawling round the dungeon, out of breath, exhausted but it will not, can not, let Master down…it just needs this momentary pause.
Maybe there are a few tears it doesn’t want Master to see but it knows it cannot hide forever.
Yet the skilful Master gives it this pause, observes, understands, feels the devotion and His control growing, the bond between Master and slave deepening.
He walks over, and lays a beefy hand on His slaves shoulder, grips firmly, reassures, re-establishes the connection, silently brings the slave back. So many ways to use power.
the slave shudders at His touch, looks up adoringly, revitalised, waits for the next order, gasps as the cigar is held to its nipple, now has the energy to give thanks as it screams….the moment has passed.
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Master always started His slaves off with a bare unforgiving cell to live in, just a pile of straw in the corner to sleep and shit in. .
Luxuries can then be added to reward excellent performance. it had taken the latest slave 3 weeks to work hard enough to have the boards removed from the window, the moment it was allowed light again was so powerful it made it break down in fits of sobbing.
The cold, hard bed frame was added 6 weeks after that in exchange for signing over everything it possessed to it’s Owner.
The container to piss and shit in as a reward for becoming its Master full time toilet a week after that.
There was nothing else that would be added because by this point the slave was conditioned to obey with no limits, no self-will. it was a completely obedient object with an understanding that as the luxuries were given so they could be taken away.
My only New Year's resolution - even more days in full rubber enclosure 😍🥵🔥💦
My only New Year's resolution - even more days in full rubber enclosure 😍🥵🔥💦
In its comforting cocoon of black latex, this submissive RubberDrone is quite content to serve its LeatherCigarMaster.
The natural order of things these days.
I LOVE THE LOOK OF FEAR ON HIS FACE AS HE STRUGGLES TO BREATH!
What I enjoy most is how over time the object is made completely docile and put to sleep. At least once learns the skill that it takes to use breath control. If not completely learned, it can be dangerous.