1/30/2012 - Photo
Hard day at the office Daddy? Let me make it alllll better!
(Source: momock, via dvsarousal)
1/28/2012 - Photo
Take away my senses… make me feel you on a different level… capture me and captivate me… hold me close to that edge and walk with me there… taste my excitement, my thrill, and revel in it… I am yours and these moments are your creations.
(Source: dungeonofmoans, via dvsarousal)
1/27/2012 - Photo
It’s like the stars have aligned themselves to point out… “yes… yes you want your gag…”
Your voice changes when you have a gag in your mouth. Anything in your mouth, for that matter. I don’t mean in the obvious way, where certain sounds become muffled and muted, but rather that the tone itself, the attitude towards the noises, adopts a different timbre, a more… submissive alignment.
It’s something to bite down on, but at the same time it’s something that’s clearly meant to hamper your ability to speak. And speech is so very important to you. It’s how you protest, it’s how you show your affection. It’s how you address me, and how you don’t address me. Without it, you’re that bit closer to being less than human, that bit closer to meeting that primal part of you.
So bite down on that bit of cloth, babydoll, and I’ll just carry on not listening to you. I’ll probably chuckle while I do it.
(Source: theguccislut)
1/27/2012 - Photo
Was thinking of finding time for some glorious gag-time somewhere soon…
(Source: monsieur831, via fetishdreams)
1/26/2012 - Photo
I couldn’t resist this one… hello shoulders <3
(Source: mazalica45, via ravenskink)
1/25/2012 - Photo
And oh how I learn… <remembers the time fondly when she told her Sir He sucked… and sighs softly> There are times and lessons… and ways that He teaches me… He lays down the law -just- right…
His raised eyebrow was her first warning, but she was riding the high of the tease too much, and missed it. The little smile that curled his lips just so was her second, but she was laughing too hard to properly notice. She just carried on laughing, carried on poking a bit of fun, and he just smiled.
An hour later, he was still smiling. Her laughter, however, had died away quite some time ago. The cane didn’t come out often, but when it did she learned to shut her mouth and get seriously quickly. Make her bottom lip at home between her teeth, and to grab onto the nearest bit of fabric and clench her fist.
It was all well and good having a little fun with him, and they both knew that. It was just about how far she took it, and how the tone was. Sometimes she went too far, sometimes she didn’t. And, as time went on, each little indiscretion made the times she went too far a little more infrequent.
She’d learn. She’d learn because he was such a good teacher.
1/25/2012 - Photo
Somehow there’s an echo to this that resonates…
It’s enough to hold you. To wrap every part of me around every part of you. It’s enough, then, to just be. Not do anything, or be anything. Just us, me and you, comfortable and content.
It’s enough, but when has enough ever been, well, enough? We always want more, want to push and push one another, find that outer boundary of our limits and blast past it, and find a new, higher wall, to crash against. To properly explore each other, in the best way possible. Enough doesn’t leave any marks, enough doesn’t fill you up and then empty you completely.
Not right now, though.
Right now, it’s enough to just hold you. Right now it’s enough to just be.
(Source: napalm-in-the-morning)
