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"It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel."
Cherise Sinclair, Dark Citadel (Masters of the Shadowlands

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Rocking on My Little Orgasmic Pony
Posted:Dec 26, 2019 8:28 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2020 2:02 pm

When I was 5 , I had my first sexual experience on my trusty rocking . Apparently I would rock on that pretty painted until my eyes would glaze over.I can remember thinking it felt so damn good, but I don't remember the actual moment. They said they began wonder why I was spending so much time on that

It got me wondering how many girls get their first orgasm that way...
And if it wasn't on a , rocking your little heart out , then where was it and how?
Posted:Dec 25, 2019 11:52 am
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2020 5:03 pm

Give me a dose of your mental acumen to make me aroused
When I see your wheels turning the intensity of your focus,
Your knowledge fuels self induced mind fucks

It isn't the haircut you sport or the shape of your biceps that do it for me
If you were as dumb as a box of rocks , I'd walk on by
Your brain gives me the best fuck of my life

Quote off your memory with accuracy and my clit throbs as I listen
Pluck three and four syllable words so I have to look in the dictionary
Your mind makes me your fuckdoll and quivering slut

Engage me in political discourse with piercing insight,
Show me how I am wrong and then fuck me like a
Your mental aerobics challenge me into pure sexual energy

Take me to the theater so I can suck you off on the way home
After the book reading, your finger makes me squirt on the cab seat
Your intellect is my aphrodisiac reducing me to your sapiosexual
Bless Me Father, For I Want To Sin
Posted:Dec 22, 2019 7:00 pm
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2019 4:22 am
I do not need religion or believe in God. But then, why would I? To be a submissive or a slave in heart and mind is to worship your dominant and worship his body, his attention, his gifts for your devotion and , his protection. It dawned on that this person, whom I have entrusted my life with, is for all intensive purposes... my God.

My dominant forgives my sins and any transgression. He is whom I pledge undying loyalty to for his guidance and lessons...It is way too obvious now when I analyze the relationship correlations in comparison. I don't know why it did not dawn on before and it almost makes a little sad.
Why does it make sad?
Because all along, I thought I was somehow enlightened and this was why I did not choose religion over another. And yet, I was as any human, adopting some type of worship of something/someone in hopes of redemption or some version of heaven on earth.Who'd have thought?

Does that mean going to stop? Well, in a word, no.
But least I have that bit of knowledge to recognize in others as well. I cannot scorn anyone for doing exactly what apparently comes naturally to everyone.

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One Exception to the Rule
Posted:Dec 20, 2019 4:08 am
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2019 4:23 am
It is only for him that she looks
her soul yearning to belong to him
her body burning with fiery desire
to become a treasured possession

It is only for him that she kneels
drawing strength from his acceptance
offering all that she is or will be
giving Him the precious gift of herself

It is only for him that she serves
with her heart open and adoring
her whole being touched by His presence
her eyes reflecting the joy within

It is only for him that she dances
the glow of his pleasure her sweet reward
enticing him, showing him what is his alone
the body that aches for his touch

It is only for him that she loves
Nothing hidden from his gaze
her heart and soul his to take
her devotion so clearly shown

It is only for him that she is kajira
he gently showed her the way
with love and strength and a firm hand
a slave reborn

It is only For him

Truth to Power Exchange
Posted:Dec 18, 2019 8:33 pm
Last Updated:Dec 23, 2019 5:06 am
This is what it is like when you are seeking a BDSM relationship in a Vanilla world
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What If I Liked Being Daddy's Slut?
Posted:Dec 15, 2019 9:25 pm
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2020 12:57 pm
And what if I liked it?

Sleeping peacefully in slumber, I heard the bedroom door slowly creaking open..Then, there he stood, over . His silk robe hugging his large stature, his shoulders so big. He looked like a God walking of the darkness, as my eyes were adjusting the early morning moonlight. He walked the side of the bed, and I noticed his hand caressing his cock An excited thrill shot through my body, as I knew what he wanted. “Suck {AdultFriendFinder, we have Doms in BDSM UGH Quit censoring my shit please] ’s cock, little slut.” He demanded.

I had already sat up. It didn’t take twice do what I was told. I was pleased to find it already hard. I placed my hands around his thighs and found his delicious cock in the darkness. I sucked on it hungrily and lavished it with sexy slurping noises. I had almost forgotten how big his cock was inside my small mouth. I leaned away to take a breath and spat on it. I wrapped my hand back around its thickness and spread my saliva up and down the length.
"Suck it!" he snapped at with his demand. His large hand forcing back onto his cock
"Yes Sir." I was able muster in between gags. He had my hair in a fist, now thrusting all of himself inside my little mouth. My throat filled with his thickness. Then I couldn't move myself free of his clench as his thrusts increased rapidly. I had to swallow back saliva as he pulled out , letting gasp for a breath of air. He just shoved all of himself back inside my mouth. My
jaw began ache from the intensity.

"You like being D--dy [|-d ;s AdultFriendFinder ] Little slut, don't you? You're a good girl. Getting better at taking all of 's cock";
I didn't need much more praise as I moaned with pleasure from pleasing him.
He grabbed my hair tighter forcing no room move at all. I felt him getting harder and bigger as he was close climax. He finally let go, grunting a harmonious groan that could compete with professional choirs. Melodic, powerful, sadistic, and ubiquitous. My panties were already soaked from just pleasing him. Then he pulled my head back and shot his seed on my face, splashes of hot warmth.. It felt like a warm rain on my skin. I opened my mouth to taste some of the delicious drops.

"Thank you Sir." I commented with sincere gratitude.
The dark figure covered himself back up with his silken robe.
"You're welcome little slut ." He kissed my head goodnight and tucked me in. I was sad to watch him leave the bedroom, but knew I'd be having sweet dreams tonight as I was left with his cum. His scent so delectable.

And what if I liked it? Being D-dd-;s little slut...

Posted:Sep 15, 2019 4:51 pm
Last Updated:Dec 16, 2019 4:26 am

I ventured into her secret garden
drawn by her ripe fruit
Hanging heavy and swollen
On swaying boughs

Waiting for her open blossom
tempted by that honey sweet
dripping nectar...

There my tongue could dance
and delve between the Moist petals
Of her sprawling rapture.

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