Soaring wings.
Tag: Sir
Tilly, I think the season for an outing in your faux fur is upon us.
Sir, may I remind you hypothermia is a real thing.
@neverwasteadirtymind
Put on your uniform, and kneel for me, Tilly.
Feel the peace and the satisfaction, as you offer me the gift of your submission.
Know that I will cherish it and savor it and never take it for granted.
Thank you, Sir.
I know you are fierce, Tilly.
I also know that you are yearning for someone with the courage to tame your fierce.
Yearn no longer, my whore.
I have the courage you are seeking.
Somebody doesn’t even have the patience to bake all her cake.
Too fucking happy!
You are not the only one who can post profundities in Italian, Tilly.
Tilly Bloom 