The power dynamic in this picture is lovely. To undress the one you love, exposing her most intimate areas, is one of my favorite things to do.
A little belatedly, but still good! Happy Halloween everyone!
Trick or treat! Happy Halloween!
Grammar glamour from Mental Floss.
This is adorable!
And so my friends, whilst I would love to tell you I am sat here naked, but for a cockring as I write, I am unfortunately in the office on a day before a public holiday when half of my colleagues can’t be bothered to turn up for work.
However as today is destined to be rather quiet, I have some time to delve into something which Cher asked me to give some thought, which is…what is the appeal of kink/BDSM?
And immediately my reaction is that frankly the way that Cher and I live does not in any way feel particularly kinky. It is simply the way we are, in fact if anything I would say that the relationship I have with Cher is the most authentic relationship I have ever been able to have, which is down to the honesty we have with each other. Both of us are able to be honest about our needs, desires, and fantasies.
Sometimes we make fantasy into reality and we can do so in the context of it both being about us first. Cher feels secure and more loved than she has ever felt before, and me? Well, I get to be adored.
We don’t have too much call for rules, although we do have them and a degree of structure, and they are important in that they give us both grounding and help to keep us both mindful of our relationship. But perhaps it is the mindfulness that is the key, because it means that we are both in the moment when we are with each other, and whilst there are still all those other inconveniences of life that we have to deal with, the most prominent thing for us both is always our relationship.
To see her submit and want to fulfil your every desire, take whatever is given to her, to see her conquer herself and hunger for more and to do it all to please you, can there be anything better? To know that you are loved beyond measure, worshipped, adored, isn’t that everyone’s fantasy?
When you see her gagging on your cock and feel her saliva running down your shaft and onto your balls, when you are so deep inside her cunt that she is crying out in pain but still craving more, when you see her skin flush and feel her shake in your arms as she gives herself over completely to orgasm, gives herself completely over to you, well, then you know that you don’t have to deal with fantasy anymore.
She is yours completely. There is no greater love you could hope to recieve.
And in turn she is your muse and your inspiration, and you are better for her devotion and strive to be worthy of such love with every day.
I imagine that this would be a blast with you, kitten. But, of course, only if it was in your favorite color of blue.
One of our favorite items in the toy box are a set of long black silks. Mr. Hatton often uses them to bind my hands, my legs, to cover my eyes. They feel wonderful and they hold me firmly, but he knows I will not struggle against them.
They create a different vibe than the cuffs or the zip ties.
I love being bound by the silks.
Cher,
Mr. Hatton’s darling girl
My little kitten,
At the end of my day, coming home to you is always the best part.
xo
I love to pull my good little slut’s hair, causing her back to arch and her moans to become more audible. Think she likes it a little as well.
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Hello Tumblr, it’s been awhile.
A picture to celebrate the new woman in my life who brings out all my dominance, as well as all of my tenderness.
I love you, my good little kitten.
(Source: tobesubmissive)
I don’t know what she’s supposed to be doing, but holy cow, let me wake up to her…
(Source: scottishgentleman)
“i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new.”
ee cummings
I love the idea of you waiting for me at the end of a long day, in my pinstripe suit jacket and nothing else. The line and curve of your body flashing out from underneath the material and my lips curl up into a grin seeing those nipples that I love to suck, growing hard in the coolness of the surrounding air.
Photo by The Las Vegas Courtesan