Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself….. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer–because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement, not the possession of a brainless slut.’ — Ayn Rand
“Submission is not about being used, submission is about being of use. Submission is not about what is done to you, submission is about what you do for others.” ~ Author Unknown
All Aboard?
her wrists tied over head and cinched to the pillar. The 1/4″ braided nylon rope makes a slight squeek on the painted white oak with her attempts to reposition. That noise only confirms in her mind the place she’s headed and it takes her further away from the room. (sub space) It’s a place she’s visited before.
Lets see, how does One describe this place? I’ve never been as I’ve always been the driver for the trip. I’ve seen it in her eyes as they go blank and distant. (she’d explain but she’s a noodle at the moment) A runners high? perhaps
Now let’s add a few more items for Y/your amusement?
Legs are spread and held wide by a bar. In heels her thighs are tense and this accentuates her ass. The conflict between comfort and pain pull her further down the road.
Of course she becomes a thing, an object, a toy. All for Me during this journey. I monitor and decide where W/we go next as she floats.
Do I wake her up with the caress non-stop on her clit? Or with super charged results will her ass feel the sting of the leather strap nick named the “bitch”?
Maybe a jeweled plug….that would be pretty.
It’s all a part of the scene. Nothing from the vanilla world compares once you’ve visited where W/we’re going.
Drool leaks past her ball gag and lands in a pool on the floor.
Bell style clamps tinkle a faint tune as nipples turn dark. Painted hair lays in a semi wet mess on glistening shoulders held up by secured wrists.
Wow
It’s a journey W/we take together
A struggle on many levels
I watch her…..struggle…..yes
Beg for more
Ask permission
Oh what you’ll do for Me
Oh what W/we do on O/our trip
Next stop?
He is pleased with me My Lord and Master Declares he’s pleased with me
What does he mean? What does he know of me This Lord and Master? When he has looked at me what has he seen?
Something young Soft and slim Painted cheek Tap’ring limb
Smiling lips All for him Eyes that shine Just for him
So he thinks Just for him
Though the man may be My Lord and Master Though he may study me As hard me as he can
The smile beneath my smile He’ll never see He’ll never know, I love another man He’ll never know, I love another man
A “catchy” little tune
Hey! Little Girl
Comb your hair, fix your makeup
Soon he will open the door
Don’t think because there’s a ring on your finger
You needn’t try anymore
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
I’m warning you…
Day after day
There are girls at the office
And men will always be men
Don’t send him off with your hair still in curlers
You may not see him again
For wives should always be lovers too
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you
He’s almost here…
Hey! Little girl
Better wear something pretty
Something you’d wear to go to the city and
Dim all the lights, pour the wine, start the music
Time to get ready for love
Time to get ready
Time to get ready for love
Late morning service/2 sugars/vanilla carmel creamer/maid outfit/ballet boots…
Difficult to do locked as such…strenuous enough to sweat in her service however….
she glistens
Yeah…I CAN do that!
“To be thrilled at the touch of leather, aroused by the sound of harsh words, or satisfied by the security of rigid bondage is the mark of a lover. To be thrilled at the opportunity to provide useful service, aroused by a pleased nod, and satisfied by the proverbial job well done, is the mark of a slave. It may sound severe. Almost anti-erotic. until you see two people, owner and owned, existing in a complementary relationship where each suits the other like balances on a delicate scale”. ~~ Laura Antoniou
Kneel between My legs..
“Service My legs” (behind the spandex hood an expression of question)
“I want you to kiss with your mouth, caress with your hands, and touch My legs using the exposed portion of your body.”
“and take your time pet….this is a long movie”
“yes Sir”
In between Sir Lancelot saving guinevere and betray His King I watch and feel the slow, gentle, and warm attention given to My legs.
Hooded and cuffed you move back and forth between …licking…nibbling…warm breath and a moan.
slave? I think not
submissive lover….owned
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A turn on (she said)
something to try…the thought…
as she waits in the dark
Oh, I did this today…really…http://manmadeandnaturegems.com/
Attached by the mouth to the ring in the wall (Darby). Wrists locked in the small of your back (Darby) Legs wide with feet in heels (Darby spreader) and locked to ring in the floor. Tight thighs..dripping drool..a sex tool
and time
He is fixated on the oval…
you are on display….EASY!! (right?)
