#bossy thoughts

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woke up still in a dreamy haze imagining some tender soft domme stuff today.

straddling a breathless butch and stroking their hair. watching their face while they watch me. drawing little patterns with my nails on their scalp and smiling when they chase the pressure. leaning in to press a kiss against their forehead and hearing a shaky sigh.

grinding slowly and using featherlight touches to caress your cheeks. you can squeeze my hips, in fact it’s encouraged. tug on me all you want, but i’m setting the pace, beloved.

i just wanna play with your lips. outline the shape of them, press into the plush of your flesh, paint them with your own saliva. discovering and exploring while i dip my head down to kiss you every once in a while. still rolling into you, steady, steady, no rush no matter how desperate you get underneath me.

i want you panting for me and lapping at my fingers before i slip them into your mouth.

how many do you want? speak up.

i don’t wanna just gag you with them. i wanna work you up. curl the pads of my fingers against the roof of your mouth, against the inside of your cheeks, across your tongue. close your lips around me when i tell you, close your eyes, and lose yourself in the delicious drag of my cunt on your lap and my fingers sliding in and out from between your lips.

i’m listening for a certain pitch in your moans that tells me when you’re truly desperate. you can beg for me if you can’t help yourself. but i want the weight of me sinking onto your strap to feel like the only relief you’ve ever needed. you inside me, and me inside you. interlocked and locked in til we can’t take anymore.

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when i say "spoil me"

unfortunately i am not talking about physical things one can acquire

nor even the dance of manners that reveals our mutual dignity (and desire)

mmm-mmm. i need access. hold my gaze.

rise to my level

know your power. or it's no fun when you let me play with it.

own your wounds. don't just display them.

open your heart. your messy, queasy heart. i don't care if it's made of stone. it beats and is moved. let me know it. show me how.

show me? now.

the ugly inside that you choose to uncover could become a bond. unspoken, a barrier.

can you trust my fragile, temporary human body to be the home of your devotion?

i deserve nothing less.

spoil me.

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sure, dragging someone in for a kiss by a collar

but consider

i grab you by your lower lip and my pretty painted thumbnail digs into your soft tissue while i drag you in for a kiss

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there's just something really enticing to me about loose restraints or soft displays of power that make people crumble anyways

you're choosing this state.

you've been aching to surrender.

you could slip out of my grasp or those ties with very little effort but this is where you want to be more than anything

it shouldn't be so easy to push you over with one fingertip but your knees buckle the second i touch you

the way your breath picks up when my laugh pitches lower

one word.

"stay"

that would hold you firmer than any shackles thru the strength of your wanting

the gratitude that shakes you when i finally use a solid grip

and take what i need

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i do enjoy having someone at my mercy. being trusted to hold the tether on the tension in the room. not hearing backtalk or equivocation when i tell someone to do something, just desire.

you know that i know what i'm about.

all those good feelings are trapped right below your skin aren't they? you can feel them writhing there and wrapping around your nerves, itching your brain. is my touch the key that will unleash them? my voice? my nails digging in? or is it my slick? my pleasure at your willingness to serve me? tell me all about it while i have my way with you. i have my own roadmap but i love to take detours.

i can wake up your whole body before i ever touch your cunt. you wanna talk overstimulation? i literally study pleasure and anatomy for my life's work. i will systematically go layer by layer thru your tissues to take you apart so that there's no resistance left by the time i reach your pearly gates, beloved. get ready for the little death.

you better be open and wanting for me. you better pull me in. when my fingers are inside of you, you're going to feel me everywhere. the g-spot is for when you're close to cumming. i won't press there yet. i do think my laugh pitches lower when i'm doing domme things. you will hear it a lot if you're good for me.

two fluttering fingers are good to start out with. twisting my wrist while i ease them in and out of you. using the pads of my fingertips to massage your pelvic muscles from the inside. no urgency on my end. i like to be thorough. you have permission to come as many times as you can if that activity will get you there, beautiful. i'll soak it all up.

it'll be hard to resist using my mouth if you respond to my ministrations. i wanna watch you take my fingers tho. slip in another one if your pussy is aching for it. i want your hips rolling like the ocean before i kiss you between your legs, lover.

i might blow on your wetness to make you shiver. breathe hot breath on you to make you melt. i'll lick my lips before i touch them to your clit so there's no friction when i kiss you. slurp it into my mouth while my fingers pump away inside you. i will be moaning into your pussy until you feel the vibration in your bones. fucking you with my fingers, nursing on your clit, lapping at it, sucking on your pussy lips.

i want you to give me as many orgasms as you can. now. and now. take a deep breath. now.

lock in.

now.

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mmmmmmmm

i can tell that you’re waiting to fold for me

there’s a tension about to snap

an ache in your chest

right?

every second you hold yourself proud

instead of kneeling before me

and resting your chin in my palm.

i’m not asking for feats of endurance or martial courage

it should be so easy, my clever darling,

should it not?

to just let go?

to drop the pretense?

to crumble

and surrender at my feet

the effort is in the waiting once you’re on your knees

and i’m spread out before you

and your enterprising mind tries to start whispering the possibilities

when i want you to show me

just how good you are

at knowing nothing other than my desire.

i know you can do it

i believe in you, beloved

it starts

with showing me

how you surrender

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i don’t want to use my strength. i would prefer if my tone of voice made you weak for me.

even if i have to look up at you. back down.

i would prefer that my touch be velvet across your skin, lover. loved one. beloved. be loved. allow me to love on you, and i believe that you’ll do anything, even if i only steer you toward those things you desire most.

steer with my fingers brushing your brow. caressing your cheek. palm flat against your sternum and bearing down just slightly. are your knees gonna buckle for me? could you prevent it even if you wanted to?

tell me. beg for the press of my body on you. don’t try to hide it if you’re shaky. just give it up to me and i’ll take care of us both, sweetest. i can take you. i’ll take you in me til you’re mine.

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just saw a textile art post about someone weaving a band to make a dog collar (in this method) and i refrained from putting them on blast to the dog dykes of the world! but also...

now i'm thinking about weaving a collar for a special sub top. depending on what kind of sensation you want, i can make it out of some firm linen yarn with no give whatsoever, or some prickly variety of wool, or the softest, most lustrous reeled silk. i could have you pick the colors and the pattern, whether or not you want your name on it (or a pet name), what kind of hardware you want for the buckle, do you want spikes or rings or bells? do you want a leash to match, if i'm feeling ambitious?

and then watching you see it all take shape under my clever fingers.

putting my love on the loom strand by strand. thinking of what the pattern means to you as i thread the cards. maybe you can even sit behind me and cradle me as i weave, pick by pick, row after row, rubbing my shoulders or my back as necessary. making sure i take breaks, keeping water and snacks within reach, and not letting me get too mad at myself when i have to go back and fix mistakes 😂

it all goes into the thing you get to wear on your body. love taking it from a dream to a physical reality, a weight around your neck. something that warms against your body heat. something i can curl my fingers under and pull you close by.

just a casual little daydream...