Showing posts with label Master/Slave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Master/Slave. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Tethered


Tethered

I lay upon his sheets like a present waiting to be unwrapped. He was just now putting the binds on me, his wiling victim. Sometimes it was rope, others, my own panties or silk scarfs, today it was ribbon. The kind you only see at weddings or Christmas. He knew what he was doing, monopolizing my senses, careful as he pulled the soft feathery material across my wrists, all the while kissing and biting gently on my skin. I was obedient, not moving as requested. The torture was sublime. I hungrily waited for the moment he would take me.

Monday, July 8, 2013

More

She enjoyed her lessons.  She loved it when he came home with desire in his eye.  She quickly did as she was asked, removing all her clothes, save for the lacey parts.  When he told her to select one of her favorites, she shuddered, dripping with anticipation, eyeing the cherry wood with 7 splendid holes.  He asked her to bend over and patiently waited, watching her as a knowing smile crossed her lips.  She felt his hand trace her skin right before the first smack.  As tears ran down her face she gasped wanting more of that wonderful sting. 


Photo Title: Spanking 2
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Lamour Art
Location of Work:  deviantArt

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Friday, June 28, 2013

Anticipation

The room crackles electric with anticipation as you watch me kneel before you.  I deserve correction and my heart quickens at the thought of your pleasure burning against my skin.  It’s so hard to wait for your desire but I am desperately obedient.  You catch my smile as these wicked yummy thoughts run through my head, taking note, prolonging my punishing reward.  I am in heaven, tortured by your whims, aching for your rough touch.  My gaze collides with yours and that is all you need to start satisfying my craving.  I drip, waiting as you remove your belt.


Photo Title: Uknown
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Daddy Dom
Location of Work: Tumblr Dance with the Devil

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Monday, May 20, 2013

Ache

I can see it in her stare, her hunger, and her want.  She is about to lose control waiting for me to destroy her.  She wants to be used.  She wants to be controlled.  She wants me.  I smile knowing the heat inside her only grows hotter with whatever I do.  She smiles as I get closer. She whispers yes as I reach for her mouth.  It’s a small reward but she accepts it greedily.  My thumb is lost in her wet kiss as I run my finger across her chin.  Her eyes shut as she imagines more of me.


Photo Title: Unknown
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown
Location of Work:  Unknown

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Sunday, May 5, 2013

Reason

I love the pull of my hair.  His rough hands on my bare skin make me remember why I like it this way.  Why after a few days of everyday life I start to crave him.   His voice, when he says the simplest of words, perks my breasts and moistens me.  I realize he is my breath, my passion, my reason for existing in the first place.  I’m his willing and obedient toy to do with as he wishes.  His requests arrive and I rush to ensure they are met.  I love this life and want for no other.  


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Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown
Location of Work:  Unknown

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Friday, May 3, 2013

Proof

Her hand circled her wet heat as she writhed in the dimly lit room with her body pressed against the wall.  It was exciting what she did to please him.  The camera clicked every so often when she remembered to push the button.  It was a difficult task she was attempting, but he demanded she cum, and she craved the idea of obeying him.  With her husband asleep in another room she listened to her master’s voice as his words pushed her over the edge.  Soon she would find the best picture and send him the proof he requested.


Photo Title: Unknown
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown
Location of Work:  Unknown

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Sunday, March 10, 2013

Mister

He is mine and I won’t share unless he tells me to do so.  I am the happy slave to his cock who smiles when he grabs the rope.  I drip with anticipation as I hear his buckle work.  Don’t move he says and I try to hide the shudder of excitement he has just sent racing down my spine.  The only thing that would make this perfect is the sting of his hand before he enters me.  I know I won’t have to beg for it because he is my perfect master and I get what I deserve.


Photo Title: Unknown
Artist/Photographer/Model/Original Post: Unknown
Location of Work:  Unknown

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