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@mloswitch
Hey, whatcha doin???
Que estilo!!!
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A true Dom would help a Domme straighten Her crown because He is secure in His strength. A true Dom would help ANY woman straighten her crown because that’s what humans do. A true Dom is not threatened by viewpoints different than His, does not launch insults at those He does not identify with. Leave your assumption of superiority at the door.
Power
We kid ourselves as to where the power lies
The big bad macho men stomp about
Growling like the wolves they wish they were
And then she drops a smile, flutters a look in his direction
But confidently strides past ignoring his presence
He is already chasing, whether he admits it to himself or not
And even when the chase is over and he thinks he’s in control
She slips off her dress, carefully reminding him where control sits
Simply allowing those silken thighs to slide together and she tightens her grip
If he is clever he might be able to rest it away from her for a moment or two
But if he’s smart he already knows it never really leaves, she just gifts it to him.
The Dirty Romantic
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I THOUGHT THAT WAS ACTUALLY CHRIS HEMSWORTH FOR A MOMENT AND I JUST
NOW THAT I´VE SEEN THIS I DONT THINK I CAN LIVE WITHOUT IT. A SLIGTHLY MORE OBTAINABLE THOR IS DANCING IN THE STREET. HE IS ALL I EVER WANTED. I LOVE YOU THOR GUY.
“I am going to destroy you. And you are going to love every second of it.”
— - @queenmissandry (via femdomsuggestions)
❤️
So I intrigue you? You want to know what it feels like? To give up control? You said before that you didn't think I had an ounce of Domme in me. That I shouldn't pretend. That it wasn't becoming. But you're here. Interesting.
The door will be unlocked, you will walk in and remove your shoes. You will find two pillows next to each other on the floor. You will kneel, one knee on each pillow so your thighs are spread. I will decide if I want to continue.
I slide my hand over the front of your pants. Hard already? You must really want this. All these years of dominating others... of taking what you want from women... You've never done this before? I can tell. I can tell you've known you've wanted this all along. You've been compensating. Let all that go.
Own what you need.
I remove your belt. You stiffen. I snap it close to your ear. You flinch. But you roll your hips, none the less.
Own what you need.
Close your eyes. Take in the sensations. I trace my fingertips softly over your chest and down toward your navel. I lick your nipple then roll it between my fingers. You let out a groan... the kind you can't stifle. Finally, I slap the nipple with the tip of your own belt. You cry out... then growl. That knee-jerk reaction to be the one in control. To dominate. To intimidate. But you keep your hands at your sides. And you roll your hips. You're torn.
Own what you need.
Stand.
I push you gently backwards to take the four steps to the door and I press you into it firmly. I look into your eyes. I'm unwavering. Strong. Natural. And in a clear and honest voice, I say, "I own you." A look of shock flashes across your face. But pressing my body into yours, I can feel that you know it's true. "Say it."
"You own me." You don't hesitate. I'm not surprised.
"'You own me,'... what?"
"You own me, Mistress." Again, no hesitation. And you roll your hips against mine. I place my hands firmly on your hips and force them back against the door and deliver a swift slap across your face. You whimper.
"A piece of meat does not decide when it receives pleasure. Do you understand?" Another look of shock. But I notice your breath quicken. There's a need in your eyes. "Say you understand. Because if you don't understand, this ends." Another whimper.
"I understand, Mistress."
I'm wet.
"You give yourself to me freely?" I already know your answer.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You know you honor me with that." You look in my eyes and smile a mischievous smile. Another slap across your face. I take your jaw in my hand, pressing firmly with my fingers.
"Do you think this is a game? Meat?" You drop your eyes to the floor.
"No, Mistress." Look at me.
"I take your pleasure seriously. Your frustration... your pain. You will come to know all of these intimately with me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"You will come to need it."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You will beg for it." I hold your eyes with mine.
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Own what you need. We begin."
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