This, Tilly.
This, but much bigger.
Big enough for you to have a swing in there.
One you can sit on and swing happily.
Naked, to please my eye.
Singing for me.
Your favorite songs.
The door would be open, mostly.
You would be there at your own volition.
Happy within the structure of rules and rituals I have built for you.
But, once in a while I would lock the door.
To make you feel owned.
To also satisfy that craving in you.
After all, I want to attend to all your submissive needs.
I like these as a colorful option, Tilly.
We agree on these, they are gorgeous!
Never forget who owns you, Tilly.
You do, Sir.
– Sean Thomas Dougherty
Sappiness of the day, Tilly!
💋
Very decidedly, and wholly unequivocally mine!
Yours, unequivocally.
His control of her.
Firm.
Methodical.
Continuous.
Comforting.
Unending.
Intoxicating.
Addictive.
Fulfilling.
Grounding.
Centering.
As happy to be owned, as I am owning you, Tilly?
Yes, Sir. Very happy.
For all the submission. All the obedience. All the things you do to please me.
Letting me comfort you on a dark day until a tiny ray of light breaks through and a shimmer of a smile appears on your face, is about the most rewarding thing you give me.
Are you sure you do, Tilly?
Isn’t part of the allure that I make you lose control, but I maintain mine?
Isn’t that what draws you to me?
That I am not one of the fuckboys, whom you can manipulate and control?
That is it a common occurrence that you find yourself unable to do anything but submit to me and relinquish control?
But, while I am smitten by you and your delicious whorishness, that it is rare, even when you offer me my preferred pleasure, that you can truly make me lose control.
I think that it is one of those things you think you want, but if you had it, the spell would be broken and the magic would be gone.
So, be careful what you wish for, my pleasure whore.
Tilly Bloom 