Like, I could just, take it back???
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Like, I could just, take it back???
I love seeing her like this. Seeing her having taken the time to prepare herself for me. Seeing her displaying her knowledge of what pleases me. Seeing her offering herself, without reservation. Seeing her waiting for me to make whatever choices are mine to make. Seeing her ready to endure the pain that will soon come. At times like these, I often pause and savor what my eyes see. One must fully treasure the contrast between the proper woman she presents, and the complete mess she is about to become. Such moments are so magical, they fuel your brain with an abundance of delightful chemicals.
But do no be mistaken about the nature of these emotions. They are not merely derived from kinky sex. Of course, in due time, this will undoubtedly lead to sex, and, kinks will be plentiful. But, at this moment in time, I am sitting ten feet away, sipping on a glass of Islay single malt scotch, neat of course. I am admiring her, all of her, everything about her. Patiently standing, unable to see me, fully vulnerable, offering all she is, ready to obey all my commands. I am mesmerized, my thoughts drift away from the present. I am contemplating who she is. I care deeply for her. Her needs are my needs. Whether these needs are related to her health, her work, her family or even her dog, is irrelevant. Whether she is aware of these needs or not, is irrelevant. Her needs, whatever they are, are my needs. I see her. I also see her needs toward me. I see her need to serve me. I see her need to hurt for me. She has opened new doors for me. She has made it possible for me to be myself. I feel vulnerable. I feel seen.
Drink in hand, my eyes on her, she awaits her fate.
I love seeing her like this. Even though she has yet to be touched, our connection has been strengthened. I am soaking in the essence of what brings us together, my acceptance of her gift, and the responsabilities that come with accepting such a gift. D/s is not something we do, it isn't kink, it isn't play. It is everywhere. D/s is who we are.
I love seeing her like this, because it shows how each of us feels seen.
I love seeing her like this, because, she is my Cherished Property.
@cherished-property is one of my favorite writers here on Tumblr. She recently went on Kinkycast to talk about her post Meat and Potatoes D/s. I think that is probably my favorite post of hers too! I think it’s a great listen. Check it out
http://kinkycast.com/archive/2018-archive/228-kneelingwaiting---meat-.html