I wouldn’t object, if you wanted to add that to your uniform, Tilly.
She’s so pretty! Sir, your wish is my command.
Tag: Sir
“It sucks when you feel yourself breaking and there really is nothing else to do, but allow yourself to fall apart. My only hope is that you will be there to catch the pieces and help me put myself back together again.”
-Vicarious Submissive
You partied all night.
Gave me a drunken call.
To say that you would get some sleep,
Before coming home.
Late the next morning.
I heard you enter the front door.
With that uncoordinated noisiness
That told me you were not quite sober yet.
You shed your clothes on your way to come find me.
Dropped down on all fours, when you saw me.
Crawled towards me with a big grin on your face.
I knew it was supposed to be seductive.
But it was really mostly just happy.
You slurred a little, when you said you had something to show me.
How whores thank their owners,
When they get to stay out and party all night.
I enjoyed making your pussy feel owned, Tilly.
My pussy enjoys feeling owned by you, Sir.
Your submissive pussy craves my ownership.
Doesn’t she, Tilly?
Yes, Sir. Yes, she does.
Amazing, but with baggage
and drama and complications?Yes, that sounds like someone I own.
I can’t believe you quoted Bob Marley either, should I stage an intervention?
“What’s this for?” he asks, index finger playing with the red thread tied around my ankle
“It’s to remind me I am cherished”
“What would happen if I break it? Will you forget?” he says, teasingly pulling at the thread
“I would disappear”
He smiles as his hand travels between my thighs.
”The games you play…”
“It’s not a game”
“Then let us cherish you.”
Tilly Bloom 