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Remember, Sir wants you sexy, not incapacitated.
A kind reminder for doms<3
It's okay if you're not in the mood to play. It's okay if you don't want to be touched, or if you feel too tired to lead.
It's okay if you need a break, or if you experience dom drop and don't feel like yourself.
Your needs matter, too. You don't have to perform an endless role of being in control. You're allowed to be human, to step back, to say "Not today."
And it's okay to lean on your partner and let them take care of you, in whatever way you need that.
Your worth as a Dom isn't measured by how much you can give without rest. It's measured by how honestly you show up, for yourself and for them.
Take care of yourself. You deserve the same compassion you offer others 🖤
Taking care of ourselves is necessary to leas healthy lives and enjoy our lifestyle.
Good reminder.
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*So, that's how it is? How dare he give her a better gag than me! He's patting it down so much too!*
No matter whether its s date, work or being robbed, female competition is ruthless.
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Its Master insisted that, if it was to be his art installation for the weekend, he would transport and install it exactly as one.
It did not appreciate the view from the second floor(it might damage the stairs if it was dropped by accident, he had said). Its Master, on the other hand, was having the time of his life with it.
Date night.
Clumsiness may have killed your dream of becoming a graceful ballerina, but you seriously do have great potential as an exhibit mannequin.
Maybe a few other, more...physically demanding things too... I'll have to try them out on you after I finish the rest of the teaching afternoon.
See you in a few hours. Don't go anywhere!
I hope you appreciate how I picked a subdued tan-gray rope to keep you bound with; it looks lovely, and coordinates so well with your dusky, soft skin.
Appearance is so important for an object like you, after all... You're not going to making human sounds to converse, and I can't very well let you move around after I abducted you from that remote beach now, can I?
But, don't worry. I plan for you to get lots of exercise, even when completely restrained! We'll have all the time in the world now that I, eh... Extended your vacation indefinitely.
Now lets remove that tape and give your mount a test drive!
See? All that was needed for you to stop fighting your bindings was a good, rock hard shaft inside your hungry little cunthole.
True, its an actual shaft... Plus its wooden rather than rock, so be careful when grinding on it like a horny slut-you wouldn't like splinters in there. But, it does prove my point.
Now, keep grinding and let your worries over being abducted and your pointless hopes of salvation melt away. Like your brain soon will.
You're not going to need it ever again.
“Being hated by idiots is the price you pay for not being one of them."
Fellow Masters, beware.
Can you see what may be wrong with the slave creature in this image?
No, she is perfectly well restrained and helpless. All primary motion vectors secured.
Yes, you at the back?
No, rope is perfectly valid transport bondage material, and is applied correctly here.
What? Ah, the gag. That's not it either. Yes, it might be relatively flimsy, and it would ignite humorous commentary in public-but its the individual Masters prerogative on how secured the creatures mouth is. So long as it makes no unauthorized sounds of course.
No, young Masters; the issue here is of restraint, but life saving instead of merely securing. The fool of a Master here has his creature properly helpless and wordless, but without a safety belt.
He's going straight for a slave mishandling fine. God forbid, should his creature be hurt because of his incompetence, he's going straight to prison.
Always remember this: your slaves lives depend on you being fully responsible and adequate as Masters. Do not bring shame to your name and title by forgetting essentials such as these, no matter how careful you think you are.
Class dismissed.
I love doing this to you. Manhandling you with ease, reminding you how much more stronger than you I am, how helpless you would still be even if you were untied.
It is how you ended up this way, after all.
"I think I could take you." You brazenly announced, coy smile semi-confident, yet so eager.
And you really tried then, didn't you my little princess? I was so proud of you, even as I just used mass and muscle to break your hold and pin you down, then tie you up in this beat little package.
I love doing this to you, and I know you love it too; your lovely body hot, your heart racing wildly, your cunt bright red and moist.
Now, lets get you in the bedroom for a completely different kind of fight. I know I can take you.
You could be like this too! Beautifully taped up in your own bed after I snuck in while you were still sleeping, now just a helpless little bondage toy ready to be played with all day. Don’t you want this for yourself?
Remember how we first met? You thought a pretty young thing like you, full of coy fire and brazen attitude could get an older man so enamored that you could control me. Get anything you wanted.
And look at you now, pet.
All taped up like a hostage in your own little cot at the wall of my bedroom. Its only been a month since, so I still allow you some clothing, some bedding, some freedom in your bondage.
And you do so much love be kept in bondage, don't you little slave? Every day a little more, a little tighter, a little more complex. Every day, a little more gone and a little more mine.
Tape, especially. Luckily, your young skin is so elastic and tight, so I can abuse it far more than my older fuckpets. I can make you the perfect little hostage for me to enjoy.
I snap another photo of your sleeping predicament, to add to the album of your transformation, to show you how I broke you and reshaped your whorish little mind.
Plus, it will make for great documentation when I finally decide to sell you.
And then, it will be another young, brazen and self-assured young thing that wants a sugar daddy. Another succulent little prey thinking itself a predator. There's always one.
Maybe you'll get to see it.
Now, lets get your daily breaking started.
Chrissy Marie- Trouble always seems to find poor Chrissy.
How many times has it been now?
Every time, you walk confidently in with that brazen smile plastered on your full lips. Every single time so God damn certain its going to be different, that you're going to get me to respect you and treat you as a woman of value and not a pathetic little bondage slut...
You try so hard, every time.
And then, I touch you. My hand closes around your throat, eyes boring into your doe-like ones, my body pinning you to the wall-not ungently, but with a determined finality that your pretty little soul can never deny.
And every time, you struggle a little, swallow hard and then your mind is gone, body quivering and soft in my grasp... So soft, so yielding, so full of need.
And then I get to work on you, reminding you exactly what you are: my precious little fucktoy, my obedient little rope slut, my needy little sex pet. All you'll ever be.
And every time, you break a little more; fit better to the slot I set apart from you in my life, become mine even more.
Every time, pet.
But keep trying.
Good girls suck anything put near their upper cunts.
Cathy was starting to get desperate.
Her Master had bound her there an hour ago and put her in charge of opening the door for His guests.
"You are to stay here, open the door, bow to the guest, then close the door after he's done using you. If you fail to open the building door via buzzer, or the door to the house, and I have to do it myself, you will be... Punished severely."
That last dreadful line was spoken with such intensity, His eyes boring into hers, smile lean and sadistic, almost hungry... She knew He made no idle threats.
She struggled with the too-short ropes... Maybe she could use her nose on the buzzer... Maybe hook her knee over the handle... There was a way. She'd find it.
The first buzz came, and she jerked hard as she felt a stinging pain up her butt; eyes wide with shock, she realized he'd connected her electric buttplug to the buzzer. She only had a little time to open before becoming a spasming, wet mess from her conditioned stimulation!
She lunged up, struggling hard with her bindings-too short! -as the invisible to her guest calmly reached for the buzzer once more...