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submissiveinclination:

submissiveinclination:

It isn’t just floggers, belts and lovely bruises.
It isn’t simply presentations, denial and tasks.
It isn’t always kinky sex, hot wax and permission granted.

It’s finding comfort in the strength of who He is… and in His arms.
It’s being yourself and having that be exactly what He wants… and who He desires.
It’s letting go and surrendering and being open and vulnerable… and He takes you safely, exactly where He knows you need to be.

It isn’t only His Dominance. Or her submission.
It is who they both are.
Together.

~my words~

Sometimes i need reminders of why…

Dominance

pleasurewhore:

Dominance is a whisper.

It doesn’t push, it coaxes.

Dominance is patient.

Knowing the value of what it seeks, it is not rushed.

Dominance is not brash.

It is careful, and considerate in its confidence.

Dominance doesn’t struggle.

It’s a feather-light touch to the small of your back, and a look that sends shivers down your spine.

Dominance is steady.

Like the mountain, it does not bend to the wind, or move to the climber.

I wake and check my phone, like I did everyday, except today is different and there is no message from Sir wishing me a good day.The bedroom feels cold as I lie naked in my bed, Autumn is beginning and soon I won’t be able to be naked all the time like I was everyday, but there’s no need to ask Sir for permission to wear something warmer than my silk kimono.

I walk to the station, today I was supposed to do my weekly task and take my panties off while on the train; I wonder what the point is if I can’t tell Sir all about it. As the train pulls in I decide I just can’t face the day and walk back home, fighting the tears in my eyes.

Later I call L. she’ll distract me for a while, we’ll watch videos, listen to music and laugh together, it’ll be good. Except nothing makes me laugh, I can’t shake this sadness off of me. “Let’s do your nails” L says, and I look at my nails painted bright red as Sir liked them. When I looked at them I smiled, a reminder I was owned and cherished.Now I can paint my nails any color I desire … “No, let’s leave them red for a bit longer, I am not ready” I tell L.

6 o’clock comes around, at this time I would start my ritual, getting ready for Sir to play with me. I would run a bath, soak for a while, then put my make up on: red lipstick, black eyeliner. Naked with just my black high heels on I would wait for him. Today I am lying under my bed covers, feeling empty, feeling lost and scared.

I call P, you need to be here to rescue me once again, to not let me drown, to tell me I made the right choice because right now it doesn’t feel like it, right now I just feel adrift.
I am poison, I tell him, I kill everything I touch, he hugs me and says “ Yes, you are pretty thought. Pretty poison”

aubenoire:

Naked, knelt, handcuffed, that’s fitting for you. I like My girl this way : offered, submissive and defenseless. I’m going to play with you. I say “play” because I want to use you like a toy, a little entertaining thing I can do what I want with. But I’m not saying “play” because I want it to be some light fun. I want to make you into a desperate mess. I want you to moan, beg, cry, shake, wail, implore, tremble. And you will, believe Me.

Nue, à genoux, menottée, cela te va bien. Je t’aime ainsi : offerte, soumise, sans défense. Je vais jouer avec toi. Je dis “jouer” parce que c’est comme un jouet que je veux me servir de toi, une petite chose distrayante avec laquelle je peux faire ce que je veux. Mais je ne dis pas “jouer” parce que j’ai l’intention de de me livrer à quelque jeu léger. Je veux te dévaster. Je veux que to gémisses, que tu supplies, que tu pleures, que tu trembles, que tu implores. Et tu le feras, crois-moi.

The Task

When Sir told me what he expected me to do for my weekly task I was taken aback, I should have expected it to happen eventually, putting together the pieces should have made me realize that this was the natural progression.

I was to have an orgasm in public. The thought of it left me terrified but also excited, I am not one to back down from a challenge. Still I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about it, I live in a relatively small town where everybody knows each other and being “the foreign girl” I do stand out, the chances of bumping into someone that knows me when I am out are high.

All week I fretted about it, thinking it over and over in my head, imagining all sorts of scary scenarios.

Finally on Saturday morning I resolved to just do it, I prepared myself, wore a beautiful 1950’s circle skirt with pockets, which I had doctored by unpicking the stitches in one of the pockets for better access. I set out the door not wearing any panties.

I walked around with my heart in my throat for a while, feeling scared, nervous and excited. Then I headed to a small park, the weather wasn’t the best so not many people were hanging around, much to my relief. I sat on a bench in a semi secluded spot and took a deep breath. My hand in my pocket I started touching myself, I was so wet already and it didn’t take long for me to get turned on – having edged the night before also helped – my clit started to get hard, my heart was beating so fast. I tried to stay as still as I possibly could, not to betray what was going on.

Soon I felt myself getting close, my breathing getting heavier, my pussy contracting and getting wetter.

Though my body was still, I knew that if someone saw my face there would be no hiding what was going on. As I came I closed my eyes and forgot where I was, letting the pleasure flood my body, it felt so good.

The orgasm seemed to last for a long time and after I imagined opening my eyes and finding some stranger sitting beside me watching me cum, this thought excited me and scared me all at the same time.

After I came I got myself together and headed home, a smile on my face eager to let Sir know I completed my task, eager to tell him about it, knowing he would be pleased with me for going through with it.

Cherished

risuperman1967:

To cherish
to have
to hold
you
down
by your throat
wearing kisses
like pretty lace panties
all over your dripping flesh
wet with contemplations
and bad intentions
the kind of kisses
that leave my bite marks
on your skin
as remuneration
for accommodating my lust
while I smear every moan
and growl
and “oh my fucking god”
all over
these torn and dripping sheets
for hours
because your prayers
are godless
the only divinity
that you know now
are these hands
parting your naked thighs
and there will be no
forgiveness tonight
only confessions
while we hold hands
above your head
against that wall
and I assure you
that I will put you back together
after I am done breaking you