caption – Tilly Bloom

art-of-domination:

This pussy gets so wet so easily, baby. God, I just can’t imagine how you can even focus on anything else anymore. Look at this. Just fucking look at it. I’m barely even rubbing my thumb here and you’re leaking out here like a faucet.

That’s enough for today I think. Maybe just one more minute. But honestly, anything beyond that is going to be too much for you to take. I wouldn’t want to push you over the edge. I know you’d feel so terrible orgasming without permission. That’s why I’m going to stop. Because I don’t want to get you too overwhelmed. Get your senses so heightened that you can’t even move without feeling the ache between your thighs. That wouldn’t be good. So I’m going to stop now. Well, not now. But soon. I think.

prettypeepeep:

Are these too high?

My body bends at the waist as I run my

long lithe fingers over the smooth length of my legs.

I can feel a tension building between us

your deliberate stare

the way my hips shift from one foot to the other

I like knowing you are observing each second

of

this carnal torture.

Looking up to you from my downward position…

Are you going to answer my question?

#poetry #erotica #words #heels

What did you say? You didn’t just curse at me, did you? That is going to cost you and I am going to add another edge to your count.
Speak up L, try to catch your breath, I can’t understand a word you are saying you are so excited. I do it too? Sir enjoys it?
What Sir enjoys or doesn’t enjoy when he is with me is no concern of yours L.
You really don’t get the point of this exercise at all do you? I’ll explain again, try to engage your brain, I know it’s in your pussy right now, but try to work with me. If I send you to Sir as a treat I want you to be a different flavor for him to enjoy. This is why I want you to be docile and accept your suffering and frustration with grace. No talk back.
No discussions.
You know what? I am tired of repeating myself L. so let’s add yet another edge to your count, they are really racking up. Also maintain eye contact at all times, and that’s another edge. I have a feeling we’ll be here all evening.

I do feel for this girl, not only punished by being put in the corner, but made to wear ugly shoes as well, too harsh isn’t it?

I don’t know which would be more humiliating for me…

…The shoes, definitely the shoes, I would look down at my feet and swear never to break a rule again.