.tears.

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.....and I shall smile as I lick my tears off your cock, for there is where they came from.....

.haunt.

The memories we make may strengthen or haunt us. It isn't curse, it's choice.

.détruit.

When destruction is your only resource break my body, not my soul. 

.feel.

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                            When words fail us, we will let our other sense tell our story. 

.last night.

Hands bound to my body, like a mummy in rope. The only thing not covered was chest and 3 fuck holes. Suspended. Unable to see you.. I could hear you. I heard the steps you took, but the echo in the room tricked my senses, I didn't know where you were. I could hear the switch and the buzz of the wand, but I couldn't tell how close it was. Until all of a sudden I felt you touch me.
That = fucking amazing!!

.apples and oranges.

If you wanted apples, you should have asked for apples. You came at me saying you wanted oranges. Half way through you changed your mind to grapes. When you were no longer able to eat the fruit requested we agreed to sever the deliveries. Then you said I had given you rotten fruit. You had no problem eating the fruit I delivered and loving every last savory bite when it was there for the eating. The issue isn't that the fruit was bad, it is that you pretended to want something you didn't simply because you thought it was the better way to get me.

Now you're complaining that I didn't deliver oranges.

The point is if you want fucking oranges, ask for fucking oranges! Don't pretend you want something else and take it out on the delivery sub when you get what you asked for instead of what you fucking wanted.

Fool.

.don't touch.

Sir told me I wasn't allowed to touch myself all day yesterday. The psychological effect this has on a person is uncanny. When you're told you can't have something, you always want it more! I struggled all day trying not to think about it. When evening came around I was further tortured with edging of my nipples. For those who don't know this about me: my nipples are insanely sensitive. Having someone flick them ever so gently can render me completely helpless. Yes, I have achieved orgasm simply from nipple play. Yes, I am a freak.

When you're that worked up anything can set you off. I lay naked under my sheets and the slightest touch of the fabric against my skin had me squirming, writhing, begging. I'm learning a lot from Sir. I'm feeling things I didn't even know existed! He's enjoying watching this of course. What D wouldn't enjoy such control, such power? He says he does everything for a reason. My sensitivity is heightened, every touch will be orgasmic.. when I am finally touched tonight.. my reward will be how much more I will feel tonight!

I'm very, very hungry!

.entitlement.

I find it interesting that there are people out there who, upon hearing I sub, think that they can immediately give me orders. It's amusing, this sense of entitlement. My last D and I were together for some time before I submit to him. This isn't because I needed any convincing, training, or time to lower inhibitions. Inhibitions are definitely not an issue with me. I am a natural, no training was needed. Natural doesn't mean experienced, there is a difference. For example, I don't know all the lingo. But words are not what makes one a good submissive. I'm eager to please, love being commanded, I'm very obedient. I submit willingly and I'm very honest. It took time to build a bond, to get to know each other, to feel comfortable. he wasn't sure how far he could go or what I would allow him to do, how much I could take, until we got to know these things. The both of us. These things take time.


Hearing I submit doesn't give you the right to command me. You have to ask someone if they want to submit to you before you just give them an order. Lets be painfully honest here guys: "Show me your boobs" is a clear indication that you've no clue how to be a Dom or even a fucking man. Go hang out with Tommy Lee and his pathetic titty cam exploiting women and being a a goof, I'll stick with a real man who knows how to treat a woman. (Yes, I JUST said that.  Great drummer, fine, but as a person he's a load that should have been swallowed.)

I see some even going as far as saying it's the sub who has to earn the right to be commanded. This makes me laugh. If that is how you feel, you'll never have the honor or commanding me.You want someone to do your bidding, you earn their trust. Not the other way around. You're not above that person in stature or life, you're equals. You only command them at their will. Trust is given not taken.

The person I've chosen to call Sir conversed with me first about playing. He asked me a lot of questions, I asked him a lot of questions, we set the rules and only then did he ask me if I wanted to play. He never assumed the right to that.

As mentioned I'm no expert but I know what I want and what I don't. If you're of the mind frame that a person should feel lucky to have you command them, give them a reason to feel that way. Equally, you should feel lucky to have the right to command them. You should feel honored that they would kneel for you, that they want to please you, and that they would give you that power over them. You want respect, give it. You want a sub to worship you, worship them. If you can't understand how this works, keep walking. You're definitely not the one to tame me.

Just because I sub doesn't mean I will for you. My self is very much my own, no one owns that, not even if he owns the title Sir.

And no.. I will not show you my boobs.

.accommodations.

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Model: @yetuntamed

I imagined I was in your grasp this morning. You greeted me upon arrival and I kneeled at your feet.  You had a box for me, a gift wrapped in beautiful tissue paper. I opened it at your command and found a lovely leash and collar. I put it on immediately and crawled at your side as you showed me where I would be staying for the night. A lovely little bed in a cage at the foot of yours. You said today we'll test your boundaries. And instantly, I was nervous and wet. I'm excited to see where you'll take me.

.guilt.

                           The worst offenders are those who believe they've committed no crime. 

                            Its isn't the fault of the bleeding back that there is blood on your hands. 

                                       These types always blame their victim for fighting back.
                                            They play the victim themselves. Don't fall for it.

                                                            Always stand up for yourself.
                                                                           Always. 

                                              

.Sir.

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                                                                  I'm ready for you Sir.

.wrong equation.

We both wanted fun without love. We both failed to maintain that. The bond we built was too amazing to not fall. They say it isn't the fall that will hurt you, it's the sudden stop. How true that is. Falling in love was easy, natural, organic. Being in love was a lot of effort in an uphill battle. But it was uphill! How were we to know the other side was a drop off to flat miles below? Would we have done it anyway?

I don't regret all the fun I had with you. I don't regret the bond we shared.

I regret falling in love with you.