I’ve edged myself sir… when do I deserve to cum for you…? I want to squirt

the-romantic-dominant:

the-romantic-dominant:

Well, Miss Greyface. I don’t really know you that well, do I? I can’t really say since it’s via an anonymous ask and all. How’s September work for you?

-TRD

I wonder if she waited until September.

femsubdenial:

jessicaobeys:

thedisciplinarian:

The workout.

Oh my!!!

I’m trying to tag @femsubdenial and @desiredirtydreams two people who I know will appreciate this post but it seems tumblr is a little wonky at the moment

I will probably come back to this and try to write a caption for it later on, it’s calling out for something really unfy!!!

Mmm! Thank you! I’d love to give you a hug… Or hair pull… Or “no” for this. 😉

As for tagging… I’ll put that in a separate post and then come back to edit this one to include a link.

righteousbritgentleman:

sadisticgames:

For those of you who think asking for what you want takes away from the fantasy. 

For those who think that a sub asking for their desires is topping from the bottom. 

For those who don’t want to communicate because it ruins the mood. 

Allow Me to open your eyes to a whole new way of seeing things. 

I delight in forcing a sub to ask for what they want. 

I know how it can humiliate them, begging to be hurt, 

admitting that they want it, confessing their perversion. 

I love watching their eyes, trying to look away in shame, 

as they ask to be hurt, having to admit, not just to Me, 

but to themselves, that this is what they want, 

that this excites them, 

they they’re wet…

So ask your sub if they are enjoying this. 

Ask your sub if they wish to continue. 

Ask them if they want more. 

you are being a responsible Dom in communicating, 

and also have to opportunity to see them flush with embarrassment, 

knowing they have to admit to you that they want more… 

Sensible advice from @sadisticgames.

I’m not a Dom in the structured BDSM sense, but I do love the times one makes a cunt totally complicit in her own pain and torment.

apersnicketylemon:

apersnicketylemon:

Pedophilia is bad should not be a radical statement.

No really, please reblog this if you can, because this site in general, but fandom spaces especially bad for this, to the point where people are genuinely afraid of harassment they may face for saying ‘Pedophilia is a bad thing and you probably should not encourage it’ or for calling it what it is. Fandom spaces are also especially bad for screaming about how it’s ‘just fiction’ when we know damn well that fiction impacts reality.

Tumblr’s censorship update hits Android, Safe Mode turn off not working

the-romantic-dominant:

So, in case you are wondering why the search features are permanently in Safe Mode no matter what your settings say, this article says the following:

“So it’s reasonable to say the blanket ban on NSFW that Tumblr has currently imposed is temporary. As soon as Tumblr is done with the required clean-up, things should be back to normal, meaning you’ll be able to post and access general NSFW content on the platform.”

Let’s fucking hope. I cannot search and find anybody’s blogs anymore.

-TRD

Tumblr’s censorship update hits Android, Safe Mode turn off not working

femsubdenial:

This is the closest to being allowed to touch yourself all week, and look how wet it makes you. Maybe, tomorrow, if you’re feeling slutty enough to beg for it, I’ll let you hump my shoe. Can you imagine it? Feeling so depraved that, even if you haven’t been edging for hours, the idea of humping my shoe turns you on so much that you beg me for it? But if not, that’s okay, I’m okay with letting this continue for a long, long time. We’ll get there. But first, tell me: When you do finally admit that’s what you want, do you want me to be nice and allow it, or do you want me to deny you even that?

femsubdenial:

aswitchcalledangel:

yourbadgrrl:

princessbabygirlxxxx:

Cruelty 💜✨

“Had enough yet, pet?”

I couldn’t help but sigh, feeling the vibrator nestle up against my cunt.

My body knew what was about to happen, and already it was reacting. Relaxing in its bounds and allowing the fog to drift through and coat my brain.

He approached the bed, fully dressed and yet I could still see the gleam in his eyes. He was affected and both of us knew it.

Neither of us would comment on it as both of us where lost in the moment.

I giggled at his expression as he moved towards the switch. He simply turned it on.

Everything faded away to the soft buzzing aching against me. And through the ringing in my ears I heard him say “We’ll talk in a few hours”

And with my clouded eyes I saw him sit down on his chair and turn on the TV….

Reblogged for the new caption.

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