welp. i was THISCLOSE to posting an adolescent “i hate everything” post… and then i saw this.
Literally just let this play 8 times in a row and my smile never faltered even once 😁
This deserves its own award show.

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welp. i was THISCLOSE to posting an adolescent “i hate everything” post… and then i saw this.
Literally just let this play 8 times in a row and my smile never faltered even once 😁
This deserves its own award show.
They somehow make more sense this way.
Please someone tell Me these are not quotes.
I always said he was more Trump than Shatner
Do you believe it's possible to spot if someone is a sub, without having any info on their sex life what so ever?
No, I don’t think it’s always possible. I have known some submissive women, who you would never have guessed would be submissive. Most of the submissive women I have known, are intelligent, independent, and in positions of power within their jobs. There isn’t an easy way to know at all. Apart from communication. 🖤
Send asks…
Morticia and Gomez Addams....... relationship goals!!!
To Love A Sub
Love isn’t all flowers and flogging, and lingerie and lovely dinners … it’s not the easy things - those are the expressions of love.
Love - real love - is honest, and messy and hard and full of self-doubt. It’s having the difficult conversations, and smoothing the ruffled feathers of my insecurities. Sometimes it’s me spiraling down and working myself into a lathered frenzy, thinking i will lose you, and that I’m too much, and that you will leave when you see the darkest parts of me and realize my complicated life is a burden that you don’t need.
Don’t you want an easy, carefree love? Don’t you want something simple that doesn’t require so much attention and effort? No? No?! “No.” You say, you want it all - everything I have to give, even the messy bits. You don’t want ‘easy’ because easy lacks depth and what I have, what we have, is meaningful and rare, and REAL. And worth it.
So love all of me. Love me when I’m at my best, looking pretty with a ballgag in my drooly mouth, staring at you with glazed submission from across the room on my knees, and simmering with the desire to please you. And love me when I’m a tearful disaster, curled into a small ball, sobbing silently for reasons that i cannot articulate. I’m complicated - i make no apologies for that. It comes with the territory - i’m a grown woman, not a child - a woman with a past, a woman with stories.
Love my sweetness and vulnerability, but accept that I come with unfounded fears, and hidden pain, and the deepest, darkest mind that even frightens me sometimes. But I also come with the most caring, open soul you will ever stumble across in this universe, and the purest, most honest heart that will love you like no other.
So love me when I’m feeling horrible and I can’t get out of my own head - help me stop the thoughts - pull me away from the walls I claw at to climb over. Scoop me up and hold me, kiss my head and tell me it will all be ok, or pull me over your knee and whip my ass until the thoughts stop, or pour me a drink and just let me cry. Don’t be afraid of me. Don’t be afraid of real love.
Happy hump day!👑
Brilliant scene, brilliant film!!!
my kitten says hello
WHAT
WAS
THAT
SOUND
I was not ready for this today…This is too much cuteness. I just..I can’t even..
i just got kissed by a cat. through a screen. and i love it.
you really need to hit play you just really do
We can all use a little kitten love sometimes
@instructor144
@jamesb1971
Claimed
I knew a side of you, that no one else had ever witnessed. I knew that behind that innocent, sweet exterior, beneath your vivacity, and confidence, buried deep within your soul; she lived within you. I could sense her, peering back at me, when I lost myself in your eyes for the first time. Your inner submissive. That part of you that yearned to relinquish control, ached to gift me the power, screamed out to be used and directed. I did not rush, I was in no hurry. I talked to you for months on end. I studied you, microscopically. I needed to know what made you tick. You needed to know what I was capable of. Throughout all of this, it had been building between us, that unmistakable electricity. That filthy, animalistic urge, to fuck. Now was that time, this is what we had both been working towards, each time we met and conversed. Today, you would be mine.
I met you after work, at my favourite bar. As you entered, gliding towards me, your gorgeous hair tumbling down onto your fulsome breasts, that smile that could stop my heart in its tracks; I drew a deep lungful of breath. “You are so amazingly beautiful, Princess!”, I emphatically compliment, before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on your luscious lips. Pulling the stool out, so you can take your seat. “I really need a glass of wine, Sir. It’s been a really tough day!”, you remark. “No wine tonight, Princess. I need all of your senses alive”. With that, I order two sodas from the bartender. “Tell me about your day, baby”. Leaning in, I delicately stroke your soft cheeks, locking my eyes onto yours, “I’m listening”. You tell me about all the stress at work, how colleagues had let you down, how glad you are to be with me now. Smilingly, I instruct you, “Tonight, Princess, I will quiet your mind, you will serve and concentrate only on me”. With that, I take you by the hand, and lead you to the exit.
The short walk back to mine, goes by in what feels like the blink of an eye. As we enter, I give you a tour of my home. Stopping in my bedroom, you meander around, admiring my possessions. Suddenly, you are aware. You can feel my hungry eyes trained on you. Like a predator, perfectly still, awaiting the perfect moment to attack my prey. You turn around, to meet my ravenous gaze. Before you know what’s happened, I’m on you, as if I’ve covered the length of the room in a single stride. Without a word, I grab you powerfully by the throat and pin you to the wall. As you struggle to catch your breath, your heart thundering in your chest, I lift your skirt and force my hand into your panties. Your silky, warm cunt, is already sodden with desire. Leaning in to you, I questioningly whisper, “Why are you so wet, you filthy whore?”. You squirm in my strong grasp, unable to answer, as I increase the pressure on your porcelain like neck. “Answer me! Why is your cunt such a fucking drippy mess?”.
I rip your clothes asunder, my hand still around your throat as I do, I begin kissing you incredibly softly, barely connecting with your lips. “I’m going to use all of you, slut! Not an inch will I spare!”, I growl. Your pupils dilate, and you simply nod your agreement. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, I force you onto your knees. “Open!”, I snarl. Looking up at me, you smirkingly reply, “Make me!”. CRASH… I bring my hand powerfully down, connecting sharply with your beautiful face. “Do as you are fucking told… NOW!”. You comply, and open your mouth. Forcing my engorged cock deeply inside, I begin to take your throat. Powerfully thrusting my swollen lust into you, relentlessly and without restraint. You cough and splutter, as your spit runs down my shaft, coating me completely, and spilling down onto your voluptuous tits. Tears stream down your cheeks, turning you into a gorgeous mess. Dark streaks of your mascara edge their way down towards your delicate chin. I repent, releasing you from my cock. Finally free, you gasp, desperately drawing breath back into your heaving chest.
Lifting you off the floor by your hair, I throw you backwards onto the bed. “Open your legs, Princess!”. We both know that you are going to fight me. I learned a long time ago, that you want me to take you. You desire being overwhelmed and overcome. “No!”, you goad me. CRASH… CRASH… the painful impact of my strong hand on your tits, sends the beautiful depravity of pain soaring through you. Your cunt throbs and pulses. Yet, still you refuse. Climbing on top of you, I push your arms into the restraints attached to the bed frame. You wrestle and struggle beneath me, while I mockingly laugh at you. We both know I will win, that’s the whole point of this. Hands finally secured, your ankles follow soon after. I kiss you passionately, desperately. “Now, you are going to behave, Princess. You’re mine now!”. That pretty smile erupts on your face. “Yes, Sir. I submit to you. Use me as you wish, Sir”.
Kissing my way gently down your body, I linger on your tummy. I know this is your least favourite part of you. But, you will learn, I want all of you. Every last bit. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I make my way down to the hot mess between your legs. My cunt. Lapping at you as if my life depends on it, I quickly bring you to orgasm. Your body writhes, thrashing wildly, as your orgasm swallows you whole. But, I have no intention of stopping. I’m hungry, and I want more from you. Your second orgasm strikes, “OH… FUUUUUCCCK… thank… you… Sir!”, you screech loudly. Raising my head, my face covered in the sweet juices of your satisfaction, I lift myself above you. “Beg for it, slut!”. Overcome with pleasure, you are in no mood to feign defiance. “Please, Sir… please take me…”
Ferociously, I slam my throbbing cock into you. Filling you entirely. Throwing your head back, you groan. With each thrust, deeper, harder, more powerful than the last, I lay claim to you. “You are my slut, you are my Princess!”, I growl through gritted teeth. I, myself, completely overcome with the animalistic need to have you. Our bodies buck, and spasm, contorting with joint pleasure. Your breathing quickens, my cunt convulses, pulsating rapidly around me, as I continue to slam into you again and again. “Please… please…”, is all you can muster. “Cum for me, Princess!”, I demand. The guttural cry emits from you, as you are lost, drowning in the waves of your satisfaction once more. With one final, back arching thrust, I explode inside you. Collapsing on top of you, both fighting to catch our breath, my cunt still hungrily massaging every last drop of my seed from me. I release you.
Pulling you into me, I place your head on my chest, and begin to lightly stroke your soft hair. “You are amazing, Princess. I worship you. Thank you for serving me”. Lifting your face gently to mine, I kiss you. In that moment, I feel like the luckiest man alive. “Let’s lay for a while, and then I’ll run you a bath. I want to bathe you, love”. You smile at me, “Thank you, Sir.”
A short story by @fantasies-of-a-dominant . Copyright 2018
When you know you’re his prey ♠️
@jamesb1971
Testing potential partners...
Perhaps testing is the wrong word, but is it not natural for one who is looking for a dominant man whether it be in or out of the lifestyle that she may “unconsciously” test or vet potential partners without intent of being a brat or playing games? And it’s not like she even goes out of her way to do so, but simply to see whether or not he can be what she needs? I also feel that this can be done without being a jerk, but subtlely, perhaps in casual conversation. Does he not pose questions and size her up to see if she meets the requirements as to what he needs? I think it’s part of getting to know someone. Especially when it comes to strength, I don’t see this as wrong nor do I see it any different than the military making sure cadets are strong enough to being part of a unit. It may seem weird to some, but I don’t think it’s weird. I had this discussion with someone the other night and it made me think how much I wish that I could finish that discussion. Me personally, I am looking for one who can be my strength. How would you otherwise know? If it’s something that is just too over the top for him or rather something he would not otherwise want in a partner, wouldn’t it be good to give him the opportunity to retreat, rather than wasting that time for both of them?
Please remember my response is coming from my dominant point of view and based on my experiences and discussions My princess and I have had, as well as discussions with several wonderful ladies on tumblr who have had the same issues you are describing.
Testing is the perfect word. Some of my advice may seem too scientific or calculating but I assure you this is a perfect time to try and look at issue dispassionately
Before you attempt to test someone else you need to self-evaluate and have a clearer idea of who you are and what you want. Hazy ideas like “I am a sub and I want a Dom” don’t give you the clarity to figure anything out. After you get a better idea about yourself think of the partner you are looking for.
Where on the spectrum of D/s are you looking for this person to be?
What are the qualities you are looking for?
If they are not 100% what you are looking for, how close are they, and is there potential for growth
Once you have some insight as to what you are looking for you can determine if they are suitable? Remember if you are looking for the perfect Dom to fall out of the sky you will more than likely meet with only disappointment. It took years for My princess and I to find our stride and develop what we have today. You must believe that the person has that long-term potential for this to work.
Develop your tests in a standard way to be applied to all suitors. Never wing it. Too many people do not take the opportunity to look at each encounter in an impartial way. They are too busy looking for a reason to fail the person or (possibly worse) believe that the person is “the ONE”.
Looking to fail them will cause you to reject perfectly good candidates. Looking to believe that every opportunity you find is going to be “the ONE” is going to cause you quite a bit of heartache. Be cautiously open minded would be my suggestion.
A few suggestions for observational tests.
Stand at the door and watch him. Does he naturally go and open it for you?
Does he hesitate but then open it with poise?
Does he look angry or reluctant to open it?
Does he just stand there in confusion?
Does he open the door for all women?
If you are out to dinner does he take the check and pay it with no discussion
Does he put himself out there when initially communicating with you?
Does he talk incessantly about himself?
Does he inquire about you and your life?
Does he make an effort to learn about you and pick up on your likes and dislikes?
Does he volunteer to help you in everyday tasks? holding packages, heavy lifting, etc.
Does he have expectations of your behavior?
Does he notice if you try to open doors yourself, pay the check, etc and seem displeased?
In an emergency, does he come to mind as resource to resolve the problem?
Is he pressuring you for sex right from the start?
Is he confident, arrogant, or neither?
Does he put others down to raise himself up?
Has he done any research on the subject of D/s?
Is he already involved in or open to the idea of D/s?
All of these pieces of information mean something and when they are all put together, they will paint a picture of who he is. For example, let’s say he opens the door for you but then allows it to close on an elderly woman walking in. What does that say about his values, what his intentions are, and who he really is. Look at his actions not just as they pertain to you, but as they pertain to the world around him.
All of this information can be garnered from observation and casual conversation. I hope this helps some of those ladies out there working on finding someone. I would welcome any comments or criticisms as I want to make sure I am not leading anyone astray with my suggestions.
Excellent piece!
Thoughtful Thursday
MP Speaks - Dominant Conversations
Vetting
Yes, both submissives and Dominants have not just a right, but a responsibility to “vet” their potential partner. Too often, we do get caught up in that “new D/s feeling,” a.k.a. “Gravity.” I had never heard of the concept until my friend @fearlessrosie introduced it to me a while ago. (sadly she’s kind of MIA at the moment) Gravity is sometimes that tendency for new couples to fall into their own little world, ignoring the rest of the universe. Combine that with any amount of Frenzy and you have the makings of relationship drama and disaster in a few short months.
What we do is intentional and relationships are no less important to our safety than having scissors during rope play and aftercare following an intense session. The process of vetting doesn’t have to be sterile, interview or interrogation style. Nothing kills an emotional connection quicker than being sweated in an interrogation room. We need to be as protective of our emotions as we are our bodies.
Newsflash: Safewords can be used in emotional situations just as much as in a scene. We must be respectful of each other to the extent that months into a relationship we aren’t surprised by a revelation from a partner that they have deep underlying emotional walls or mental health issues. That can all be worked with and through within the confines of a D/s dynamic, but should never be a surprise.
Take the time to get to know each other. Be intentional. Be open and honest. That is how trust is built and how emotional health and safety occurs witin a relationship.
@modernpirate-mp
Great reblog and addition!!!
@instructor144 , another #vetting addition for your collection perhaps …
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@princess-charley-alphasub whose??? Yours or mine??? Lol
@jamesb1971 does it matter?? 😘😘😘😘
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