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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

the blue umbrella (2013)

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antoniocina:

Now don’t move.  Just kiss me and feel my hands gently kneading your ass.  Clench around me.  Again.  Feel me flex inside you.  No.  Don’t move.
We are just going to sit here, you clenching, me flexing, kissing each other.

antoniocina:

Now don’t move.  Just kiss me and feel my hands gently kneading your ass.  Clench around me.  Again.  Feel me flex inside you.  No.  Don’t move.

We are just going to sit here, you clenching, me flexing, kissing each other.

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wifespeaks:

my husband and I are best friends too

wifespeaks:

my husband and I are best friends too

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beautykneelsbeforeme:

Mmmm….skin….

beautykneelsbeforeme:

Mmmm….skin….

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passius:

passius:

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fumblingtowardecstasy:

I love this classy, kinky combination. What a great look for a dominant Lady.

fumblingtowardecstasy:

I love this classy, kinky combination. What a great look for a dominant Lady.

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what-he-will-do-for-me:

straponsandobsessions:

nothing quite like being collared and pegged by your wife…you’ll both crave it again and again!

Nothing like bending sissy over for dessert he is a real treat

what-he-will-do-for-me:

straponsandobsessions:

nothing quite like being collared and pegged by your wife…you’ll both crave it again and again!

Nothing like bending sissy over for dessert he is a real treat

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deviantsubmale:

How to completely frustrate a sub male in chastity!

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fumblingtowardecstasy:

Simply beautiful.
romancelovelust:

My legs are bent double and tied, wide apart, to the legs of the bed. Not uncomfortable, but more restrictive than I anticipated. Testing the limits, I find that I can’t spread my legs any wider than they already are, and I can’t move them even an inch closer. At first, I strain against this. Then, realizing that this restriction is what I had asked for, I relax and settle into it. Good. I’m comfortable. In fact I can sit this way for hours.
WIth a determined look on his face, he ties my arms wide apart. Is that a glint of a smile in his eyes? I struggle, turning to look at him, and find that I really can hardly move at all. Although my head is not bound, without the ability to move my shoulders, I can only turn it a small amount to either side. Any further, and the strain on my shoulders is too much. I didn’t expect this.
Trapped. I feel a sudden need to move, to escape, to shake out my arms and legs and to run. I cry out, thrashing in the ropes. His eyes are suddenly tender. He kneels down in front of me and gently caresses my face, my neck. He coos to me, soothing sounds of calm and security. It’s alright. It’s all right. He’s right here with me and he loves me more than anything. He does. It’s all right. He loves me. He’ll take of me. He’s sliding his palms along my arms. It’s him pulling my arms apart. It’s his love for me. Firm and strong. Tender and loving. My arms are relaxing as his palms slide over them. It’s like he’s casting a spell over each muscle he touches. Go to sleep little muscle. I’ve got you. You’re okay.
His warm hands slide down my sides and he’s stroking my legs, working his relaxing magic. Relax little muscles, relax! My thighs relax. I fall into the gentle tug of the ropes. He is murmuring in my ear. The ropes are my hands, holding you with my love. You are enjoying having me control things.  You have no need to respond to anything; no need to please me. You already please me.  You are pleasing me so much right now. You are relaxed and floating in my love.  No duties, no obligations, no responsibility.  At this moment, you are mine. and I love you.  You are letting me love you fully and I love you for that.  You are relaxed and happier than you’ve been in sometime.
He’s right. I am. Ahhhhh…
My eyelids have fluttered closed. I am drifting in a warm cloud. Free of all needs to move. FInally, I can really truly do nothing. Because, for the first time in my life, I can do nothing. I am dimly aware of his warm, soft hands sliding over me. My body is all one. Without the ability to move, I cannot tell if he is stroking my arm or my leg. And, glory of glories, I don’t care. My love is caring for me, pleasing me. This is wonderful. This is heavenly.
His fingers tenderly stroke my labia.  I realize for the first time that I am wet.  How did that happen?  I wasn’t even thinking about having sex. It doesn’t really matter, though, his fingers feel wonderful. Wonderful. Woonnddeerrffuull…
He is moving his loving fingers slowly over my most sensitive parts, yet it feels like he is caressing my entire body.  I am floating, flying.  Glowing.  I am radiating a sweet, golden light.  I am buzzing.  A low, moaning sound gradually reaches my awareness.  Minutes are passing as slowly as hours.  Could it be that I am the one moaning?  No matter.  I am absorbed in floating, buzzing, glowing. Each finger he puts in me lifts me higher. My entire body is vibrating.  Those moans are louder.  Oh yes, that is me! No matter. I am vibrating with the very energy of love. Of sex. I am woman. I am sexuality incarnate.  I am receiving my man’s worshipful love.  I hear him say that I am beautiful.  He’s right.  I am.
I am flying a thousand miles an hour, yet there is no wind.  I feel his hands soothing and stimulating me everywhere at once.  I am one with my pussy, my vagina.  They are me, I am them.  I can’t remember if I have any other parts. Why should I care?  Wave after wave is crashing over me.  Delicious.  Wash me away!
Wait! He’s taken his hands away?  Wordlessly, I cry out in confusion.  Ah, his fingers are back, but something else, too.  His voice floats around me.  I have a present for you, my love. He tells me over and over, because I am back in my glowing ocean, waves splashing over me.  Eventually, just barely, I hear him.  A present?  More than this?
I hear a loud buzzing noise.
— RomanceLoveLust
— Photo reblogged from playfulnessandperversion

fumblingtowardecstasy:

Simply beautiful.

romancelovelust:

My legs are bent double and tied, wide apart, to the legs of the bed. Not uncomfortable, but more restrictive than I anticipated. Testing the limits, I find that I can’t spread my legs any wider than they already are, and I can’t move them even an inch closer. At first, I strain against this. Then, realizing that this restriction is what I had asked for, I relax and settle into it. Good. I’m comfortable. In fact I can sit this way for hours.

WIth a determined look on his face, he ties my arms wide apart. Is that a glint of a smile in his eyes? I struggle, turning to look at him, and find that I really can hardly move at all. Although my head is not bound, without the ability to move my shoulders, I can only turn it a small amount to either side. Any further, and the strain on my shoulders is too much. I didn’t expect this.

Trapped. I feel a sudden need to move, to escape, to shake out my arms and legs and to run. I cry out, thrashing in the ropes. His eyes are suddenly tender. He kneels down in front of me and gently caresses my face, my neck. He coos to me, soothing sounds of calm and security. It’s alright. It’s all right. He’s right here with me and he loves me more than anything. He does. It’s all right. He loves me. He’ll take of me. He’s sliding his palms along my arms. It’s him pulling my arms apart. It’s his love for me. Firm and strong. Tender and loving. My arms are relaxing as his palms slide over them. It’s like he’s casting a spell over each muscle he touches. Go to sleep little muscle. I’ve got you. You’re okay.

His warm hands slide down my sides and he’s stroking my legs, working his relaxing magic. Relax little muscles, relax! My thighs relax. I fall into the gentle tug of the ropes. He is murmuring in my ear. The ropes are my hands, holding you with my love. You are enjoying having me control things.  You have no need to respond to anything; no need to please me. You already please me.  You are pleasing me so much right now. You are relaxed and floating in my love.  No duties, no obligations, no responsibility.  At this moment, you are mine. and I love you.  You are letting me love you fully and I love you for that.  You are relaxed and happier than you’ve been in sometime.

He’s right. I am. Ahhhhh…

My eyelids have fluttered closed. I am drifting in a warm cloud. Free of all needs to move. FInally, I can really truly do nothing. Because, for the first time in my life, I can do nothing. I am dimly aware of his warm, soft hands sliding over me. My body is all one. Without the ability to move, I cannot tell if he is stroking my arm or my leg. And, glory of glories, I don’t care. My love is caring for me, pleasing me. This is wonderful. This is heavenly.

His fingers tenderly stroke my labia.  I realize for the first time that I am wet.  How did that happen?  I wasn’t even thinking about having sex. It doesn’t really matter, though, his fingers feel wonderful. Wonderful. Woonnddeerrffuull…

He is moving his loving fingers slowly over my most sensitive parts, yet it feels like he is caressing my entire body.  I am floating, flying.  Glowing.  I am radiating a sweet, golden light.  I am buzzing.  A low, moaning sound gradually reaches my awareness.  Minutes are passing as slowly as hours.  Could it be that I am the one moaning?  No matter.  I am absorbed in floating, buzzing, glowing. Each finger he puts in me lifts me higher. My entire body is vibrating.  Those moans are louder.  Oh yes, that is me! No matter. I am vibrating with the very energy of love. Of sex. I am woman. I am sexuality incarnate.  I am receiving my man’s worshipful love.  I hear him say that I am beautiful.  He’s right.  I am.

I am flying a thousand miles an hour, yet there is no wind.  I feel his hands soothing and stimulating me everywhere at once.  I am one with my pussy, my vagina.  They are me, I am them.  I can’t remember if I have any other parts. Why should I care?  Wave after wave is crashing over me.  Delicious.  Wash me away!

Wait! He’s taken his hands away?  Wordlessly, I cry out in confusion.  Ah, his fingers are back, but something else, too.  His voice floats around me.  I have a present for you, my love. He tells me over and over, because I am back in my glowing ocean, waves splashing over me.  Eventually, just barely, I hear him.  A present?  More than this?

I hear a loud buzzing noise.

— RomanceLoveLust

— Photo reblogged from playfulnessandperversion

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bendingsubmission:

It’s always fascinating what putting my hand almost where you need it brings out. Psychologists say men think about sex twice as much as women. I say with the right touch and restraint, a woman will spend the whole day lost in it.
You just need to know the combination that unlocks it.

bendingsubmission:

It’s always fascinating what putting my hand almost where you need it brings out. Psychologists say men think about sex twice as much as women. I say with the right touch and restraint, a woman will spend the whole day lost in it.

You just need to know the combination that unlocks it.

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jwj89860:

tom34117:
Getting ready

jwj89860:

tom34117:

Getting ready

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