Starlight

NSFW Mature Content 18+ Only! I am an adult of legal age and consent. Born in the 1900's. My Corner of space my rules. I am not here looking for someone, please dont assume anything. Respect is earned not given. Accounts with little or no info will be blocked!

[feistynfearless-deactivated2026]

[sillystarlight]

Help me sleep!

[littlemissfunshineinflorida2]

✨✨✨

[sillystarlight]

Depends on how many I get to use

[feistynfearless-deactivated2026]

[sillystarlight]

Waiting always does.

[mastertimothyreturns]

She obeys.

She learns herself in repetition, each word a mirror held closer to the skin. She obeys. Not as an echo, but as a vow whispered inward, felt first in her breath, then lower, deeper, where understanding warms into need.

Good Girl. The words slide through her like recognition, naming something she has always carried. Her shoulders soften. Her thoughts narrow to a single bright line. This is who she is when she stops resisting herself.

She obeys, and the chant becomes tactile— a pressure without hands, a pull without force. Her attention sharpens, every nerve tuned to the pleasure of yielding because yielding is what she wants.

she is obedient. The phrase settles into her bones, steady, grounding, intimate. It teaches her how to be still without being small, how to offer herself without disappearing.

Good Girl, again, and now it blooms— heat, devotion, clarity. She understands that submission is not absence, but presence intensified, desire given a shape it can rest inside.

She obeys. she is obedient. Good Girl.

The chant closes the circle. She stands inside it, awake, aroused by truth, knowing herself not by what she takes, but by what she chooses to give— and how deeply right it feels to do so.

[sillystarlight]

And now it blooms

[mastertimothyreturns]

Submission is multifaceted.

[sillystarlight]

💯

[mastertimothyreturns]

Own•her•ship

You should know by now— I will not touch you until your silence trembles for it.

I will not take you until your breath forgets restraint.

I will not own you until you place your heart, unguarded, into the core of my hands.

This— is not a bargain. Not a trade. Not a cage.

It’s a slow unfolding, a promise whispered in pulse and heat— the gravity of one soul daring another to be open.

When I own you, what I want, when I want, how I want, where I want— it will not be command, it will be communion.

Because when you yield, your mind opens— a door unlocked by trust. The world falls quiet. The noise, the weight, all of it—gone.

And in that silence, you are free. Freer than you have ever been.

My rules are not chains, they are rhythm. Your surrender is not loss, it is language. It is art.

And when the wanting softens into the hush of after, there will be hands— not to claim, but to cradle.

There will be breath— not to take, but to steady.

Because after the fire, there must be water. After the claiming, there must be care.

That— is the beauty most forget. The holiness of after, when power gentles into peace, and what was undone is rebuilt— slow, safe, seen.

That’s Own•her•ship. 

[mastertimothyreturns]

Who is she?

She… loves the dominant energy that is not controlling. craves the masculine energy that’s not intimidating. yearns for the softness that doesn’t feel weak. adores the strength that doesn’t demand fear. is drawn to the passion that doesn’t burn her out. seeks the presence that doesn’t overshadow her own. surrenders to the guidance that doesn’t cage her freedom. cherishes the love that doesn’t strip away her power.

[maturedom]

Amazing

[mrpainispleasure1]

Submission is not taken! It is earned!

[sillystarlight]

And always freely given. I can be taken away.

[mrpainispleasure1]

Let me hold you! Be your peace! Your comfort! Take away your insecurities! Remember you that you’re more than enough! Give you reassurance! Take away your self doubt! Never stop telling how perfect you are and that you’re a gift! And when words seem like they can’t reach I’ll just fuck you until you stop overthinking no matter how long that may take

[sillystarlight]

Yea please!

[m0dernk1nk]

[theburningcabin-again]

Safe house.

[greattragedydetective]

When the world becomes too much I need only to remember: I exist to fulfill his needs and nothing else matters.

[mrpainispleasure1]

Your mouth is just another hole i get to use, violate, stretch and fill! But looking into your beautiful eyes as I’m fucking your face and I cum down your throat is even better

[sillystarlight]

These are some of my favorite things!

[mrpainispleasure1]

Just know if you bite me I’m going to throw you cross something and fuck you silly

[sillystarlight]

Fun!

[sweetreddelicious-58]

#my post

[sweetreddelicious-58]

#my post

[snika67-v2]

[sillystarlight]

My favotite thing to hear from Him!

[mastersmindrules-deactivated202]

“Submission is Revealed. Not Created–redone.”

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It is not created. It’s not imposed. She reveals it for the right person at the right moment. That’s the purity of the connection and guidance.

[stillkinkin]

🖤

[serviceandabsolution]

Do you love pain or need it?

I didn’t know for the longest time that I was a sadist. In fact, in the vanilla world I am the furthest thing from what people would imagine as a dominant or sadist. Ok, maybe not the furthest thing but people are generally surprised when they find out. As I’ve discovered and explored my sadistic tendencies over the last 6 or 7 years I’ve learned that there are generally two types of masochists. I’m going to write about them as women because that is who I have experience with but I imagine that male masochists fall along the same lines. And I know that these aren’t absolutes and there are shades of gray and some people will identify with both. 

The first type of masochists are the women who love pain. They get a gleam in their eye when they see the wartenberg wheel or the flogger come out. They love the feel of the adrenaline as it courses through their system and anticipate the dopamine rush. They are fun to play with and will often try to push the boundaries in order to get more of what they love. 

The second type are those that need the pain. Many of them do not love it and, instead of excitement, fear is written upon their faces before the session starts. They shake and sometimes cry but want the session all the same because they often need the fear as much as the pain. It fills up an emptiness within them and sets them free in a way they don’t normally find. To be honest, these are the women I love because I’m not a sadist who loves to hurt somebody but, on some level, needs to hurt somebody and as much as I enjoy hurting somebody who loves it, I crave hurting somebody who needs it. It feels as though we are nourishing each other’s souls on the most fundamental level. Aftercare is always amazing because of the sense of shared space and the communion that just occurred. 

What I’ve learned about myself is that I have a dark streak across my soul. In the normal world and in vanilla relationships I cover it and deny it and go out of my way to be kind and generous, sometimes to a fault. But that dark streak was always hungry and never satisfied in those situations. I truly enjoy playing with women who love pain but it’s only when I’m with a woman who fears it and needs it that my dark side can come into the light. It is only then that I feel complete. 

[stillkinkin]

Thoughtful sharing … 🖤

[sillystarlight]

I love pain and get excited when I know it is coming, but there is a need in it for me too. The release that the pain brings is freeing. It allows me to focus on myself and what is happening to me. To let go of anything other then the pain and the moment.