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"In a sense, you will find that it does not matter what stance you take in bondage and discipline games. Either role done well transcends into the other, and to be done well both require trust."
A designer with a strong penchant for masochism. I love Sir, dark chocolate, reading, lace, leather, being tied up (among other things), tying Sir up (also, among other things), things in regards to vintage, making things, and art museums.
My handsome, loving Sir's tumblr: http://longdmaster. tumblr.com
When she begs you to stop, when she says it’s too sensitive, when she insists she can’t take any more…and then she cums again.
What an accusation! That never happens!! (*cough, cough*)
(Source: backtothegrind, via straponspawgs)
she’s all dressed and ready for her dinner date. she’ll be carried to the car, and ride to the restaurant with a vibrator stuffed between her legs. after cumming a few times, her panties will be soaked. once they park the car, she’ll be untied.
(Source: halfslip, via temptationsofmymind)
Been meaning to doodle this for awhile.
i think i like hugs too muchEvery morning when daddy has to go to work
(via southerndom)
Gosh,but that looks nice.
Love the way they are looking at each other.
(Source: forbabalon, via myxself)
“My baby likes it when I do her rough,” he whispered.
No question, no response required. Still, I whimpered at his words. Yes yes yes.
“Is my baby wet for Daddy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered back, my eyes drifting hazily shut as his fingers manipulated my willing flesh.
His hands stopped immediately. “Eyes,” he snapped sharply.
I refocused on him immediately and was rewarded with the return of his fingers. One of his hands cupped my breast and held it up for his mouth. His other hand was busy toying with my nipple, pinching, tugging, rolling, pulling. I breathed hard.
I stood nude before him. He was still wearing his leather jacket and white tee, jeans and scuffed boots. Through his clothes, I felt his heat pressed all along my front.
“Always wet?”
I bit my lip as his fingers slid down my hip, between my legs, and slid up. “Always wet for my Daddy,” I breathed.
“Good baby. Spread.”
I shifted my legs apart. His fingers knifed higher inside me.
His voice was hard. Stern. “Wider.”
I did. Anything for Daddy.
“You can hold onto your Daddy, baby.”
My hands went to his lean hips and I held on as he made me come apart on his fingers.
Anything for DAddy
Yes, Papa…anything….
(via secretdaddy)
