Salayshus

Dominant Canadian man. An account of the filthy goings on in my life from past and present. I am who you need me to be. Subs are more than welcome to submit pictures or stories to me. 18+

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Today is the 10th anniversary of the movie, Secretary. January 11, 2002 - January 11, 2012. Enjoy four peas for the occasion.

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deltafuryunleashed:

In one way or another I’ve always suffered. I didn’t know why exactly. But I do know that I’m not so scared of suffering now. I feel more than I’ve ever felt and I’ve found someone to feel with. To play with. To love in a way that feels right for me. I hope he knows that I can see that he suffers too. And that I want to love him.

-Lee, Secretary 2002

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Oh Perky. I love this so much.

perkybear:

Fishnet for TT xxx

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Inspection Pt.1

She came to my place straight from the gym. I chastised her for bringing me a dirty pussy. "I'm sorry, daddy." She played along. We'll forget the part where I intentionally told her to come directly to my door. With my left hand on her throat pinning her to the wall and with my right hand I reached into her yoga pants and jammed my fingers between her sweaty lips. I brought those fingers up and placed them in her mouth and smeared her cheek.

I instructed her to shower and to call me when she was done so that I could inspect her. "All done, daddy. Hurry. It's cold."

 I stopped for a minute and made her wait. When I entered the bathroom she was standing in the tub with her arms wrapped around her in a futile attempt to retain some body heat. "Hurry? I will come when I am ready."

"I'm sorry, daddy."

"Better. Turn around and put your palms against the wall." She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart and her hands on the cold tiles. I looked her up and down. I watched drops of water trickle down her back from the tips of her long hair and disappear into her ass-crack. Wordlessly, I ran my hands over her bare body. I poked and I prodded. I grabbed two handfuls of cheek and opened her up. I looked closely at her most intimate parts. I studied the wrinkles on her puckered anus and the soft folds of her labia; the moles she had never seen; the creases on her skin. I cupped her pussy and declared that she had done a good job. I slid two fingers into her sopping hole to reward her. I told her to reach back and pry her cheeks apart for the taste test. I heard her moan softly. I knelt down and brought my face to her backside. I watched her asshole twitch and twinge before I plunged my tongue into her. I returned my fingers to her warm pussy and massaged her G-spot. Her legs wavered beneath her and her breath caught as she pleaded, "may I cum please, daddy?" I let her tension build for a few seconds longer before withdrawing my tongue and granting her the first orgasm of the night.

I took her to my living room still soaking wet. "You passed your visual inspection and your taste test. You've done well. Would you like to suck daddy's cock?"

"Yes please, daddy." She got on her knees and unbuckled my pants. I told her she was allowed to use her hands and she lavished me with her tongue and used her fingers masterfully on my balls, shaft and asshole. I reveled in her attentions as long as I dared before regaining control. 

I bade her to stand and turn. I grabbed her long hair and led her to the bed where I hung her head over the side of the mattress and fucked her throat. "What do you say?" With my shaft still on her tongue she mumbled a "thank you, daddy."

I took her legs and bent them back toward me. I leaned over and took her pussy mound into my mouth. I nibbled her clit and ran my tongue through her swollen pussy. She came quickly for me so I slapped her across the face. She failed to ask beforehand so she was punished. "I'm sorry, daddy. I'll remember. Can I have more of your cock, daddy?" 

"May I..."

"May I have more of your cock, daddy?"

I lowered the tip of my cock until it was just beyond her outstretched tongue. I let her frustration build until I returned to the warmth of her mouth. "That's a good girl. Take it all. Open your throat for me, babydoll." I pushed into her deep enough to stop her breathing. I held it there until I sensed her panic. Then I held it there for a few seconds longer. I pulled out and she gasped. Strings of thick saliva hung between her cheek and my shaft while she caught her breath. She opened her lips again and I plunged back in. She took it in greedily and I noticed her fingers playing with her pussy. Without removing myself from her mouth I swatted her hands away and spanked her hard on the clit. She squealed in protest. She had broken another rule.  

"I'm sorry. May I touch myself for you, daddy?"

"You may." She returned her fingers to her beautiful cunt and I watched her skillfully massage herself to the edge. "May I cum please, daddy? I'm so close."

"No."

"Pleeeease daddy."

"No."

"I can't..."

"No."

"Oh god. I can't..."

"Cum now."

Her whole body tensed and she went quiet for a second before exploding with involuntary groans and spasms. She clawed at her thighs and breasts as wave after wave of built-up pleasure washed over her. For a moment it was more than she could handle. The expression on her face was a mixture of relief and surprise. She brought her fingers up to her lips and passed her own taste test. She looked up at me from beneath my cock and smiled.

"Thank you, daddy."

To be continued.

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Such lips.

imasham:

Purging pictures. I had taken these a few nights ago. I like how my skin looks in laptop light :D So yep. amused myself for a while…. and now I’m posting it because I just want to delete things :) Sooo yeah. Enjoy?

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To Do List for Daydreamer

Make the bed, as that is where we nest.

Never speak ill of yourself, as you are a princess.

Never speak ill of others, as you are a princess.

Never forget your manners, as you are a princess.

Keep your toes pretty, as you will feel pretty all day.

Keep your pussy clean, as that is where I taste you.

Keep your asshole clean, as that is where I use you.

Be ready for inspections, as they may come at any time.

Take pride in the marks left on your body, as you have earned them.

Taste your pussy when you masturbate, as I would if I was there.

Consume me, as I do not give it to you lightly.

Speak your mind, for I will listen.

Speak your heart, for I will hear you.

Ask for what you want, for I will give you what you need.

Be bold, for the timid do not excite.

Be open, for the guarded do not grow.

Be a good girl, as that makes me a proud daddy.

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Annette Schwarz is one of my favourite fuck-sluts. She'll do anything and come back for more.

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Daddy told me he was taking me out tonight and tells me to look sexy. I picked out black fishnets and a silky lavender dress with ruffles around the neck that shows off my cleavage, made my hair curly and wild and made sure to do my make up dark and smoky and bold. When I came out of the bathroom...

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You've no doubt seen a clip of this scene recently, but this is a more full version. She has such willpower to keep going when every cell in her body is screaming for it to end. Her total submission is heartbrakingly beautiful. 

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Sway

"I'm nervous," she said.

"You'll be amazing. All of these people came here to hear your poetry and they want you to do great. You're among friends."

"That's the problem. All of these people are here."

"You're on in the second half so during the break I want you got to the washroom and remove your panties and bring them to me."

She heard my instructions and made a motion like she was going to protest, but she has learned to trust me. When the intermission came she stole away to a stall in the tiny women's washroom. There she undid the long laces on her black boots and removed them. She lifted her short skirt and pulled off her navy blue tights, making sure not to ruin them. She shimmied out of her thong and placed it on top of the paper dispenser.

For a brief moment she stood there bare-assed and listened to the conversations and sounds of water running. She then went back to getting her tights back on and lacing up her boots. The lights flickered, signalling the end of the intermission and she only had one boot back on. Hastily, she tied the remaining boot, grabbed her thong and came back into the studio just as the emcee was announcing her. 

On her way to the front she stopped to hand me the underwear she had balled up in her hand and to retrieve her stack of poems. She scooted up to the podium and thanked her introducer and the audience. It wasn't so much a podium as it was an old metal music stand like you'd find in a high school and offered no real refuge from the watching eyes. The bright spotlight above her revealed the remarkable colour of her long hair. Gradient waves that ran from bronze at the roots to gold at the tips that hung over her shoulder.

I watched the crowd watching her; being taken in by the words she was weaving and the hypnotic way that she swayed back and forth. She shifted her weight from her right foot to her left and back again like a pendulum.

She made me very proud as she made her way through her material effortlessly. She accepted her applause with a smile and returned to the seat beside me. "You did wonderful, little one," I whispered.

"Thank you. I wasn't nervous at all."

"Are you sure? You had a nervous sway going on."

"Was it noticeable? That wasn't nerves though. The seams on my tights were tickling my pussy and I couldn't help it."

She blushed.

"Can we go home to bed now?"

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Fuck yes.

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Beautiful pose.

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Amends

"Are you done in there?"

"Almost, daddy."

She wasn't.

"I'm already running late. Can you please hurry up?"

Every minute more that she spent in that bathroom put me behind schedule. I had clients coming into the office in half an hour. I went to the closet and fetched my travel toiletries from my luggage and left without saying a word. I'd shave at the office. 

On the way, my phone buzzed.

"where'd you go?," the text said.

Still fuming, I didn't answer.

Another buzz. "I'm sorry, daddy."

I didn't have time for any of this.

A buzz in the afternoon. "Are you still mad at me?"

I would have turned my phone off if I didn't need it for work. Every buzz made my heart rate spike.

I finished the day with still two more unanswered texts on my phone. I stopped off on the way home and then made my way to her. When I entered I could tell that she had been cooking. Normally I made the meals, but she was trying to make amends. She wore a beautiful A-line dress and she had paid extra attention to her wavy dirty-blonde hair. She bounded toward me when she heard the door close behind me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"I made dinner! Come..."

"No. You come with me." I cut her off. 

I took her to the living room, knelt her down and laid her across my Eames Chair's ottoman. The black leather contrasted against her skin. I lifted the hem of her dress until the entirety of her legs and ass were exposed. I pulled off her white lace panties and went back to the door to retrieve what I had picked up on the way home.

"What's in the bag, daddy?"

"Shhhh."

I reached into the big bag and pulled out a long black leather riding crop.

"This morning you made me 27 minutes late for work..."

"I know. I'm really sorry. It won't happen again."

"I know it won't. You're going to take 27 lashes with this crop. Do you understand?"

She nodded yes and put her head down.

"Keep your palms on the floor."

She flinched as I placed the head of the crop against her bare skin. I softly traced the contours of her buttocks and even teased the sensitive skin between her crack. I reared back and landed the first blow. Her body bucked, but she remained in position. Three more and square red swatches appeared on her skin, accented with the parallel lines from the shaft of the crop. Seven more and I ran my palm over the raised welts on her skin. Five more and she was sobbing. Six more and her entire backside was a uniform shade of angry red. Three more and she was pleading. 

"Just three more to go."

"Thank you, daddy," she sniffled.

I finished her punishment and she jumped up and into my arms, her tears making my chest wet. I wrapped my long arms around her and tried to soothe the stinging in her bottom with my hands. 

"I go to work so I can afford things for us. It's important. Work paid for that riding crop. Work paid for the marks on your ass right now."

She nodded that she had understood and wiped her wet cheeks.

"...and work paid for everything else that's in that bag."

She was confused, but bent down to pick up the bag. Inside it were twenty-seven pairs of beautiful new panties in every colour and texture. Her face lit up and all was forgotten. We spent the rest of the night eating the delicious dinner she had lovingly made, playing fashion show with her new lingerie and exploring the sensuality of forgiveness.