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Gentle Power...
Posted:Jul 18, 2017 4:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2017 1:58 am
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Gentle Power...

He was able to put her into sub space so easily. One little touch of his finger. Just the gentle lifting of her chin would set her off. Tilting her face upwards so her eyes were on him. It was so simple. Yet every time he did it, it instantly made her want to obey whatever he said next. His eyes would be locked on hers and his voice would be softer and somewhat deeper.

But it was the finger that did it for her. The way he did it with such confidence, knowing he didn’t need to do anything more. No force, no growling in her ear. No demand. Just the delicate pressure of that little finger. The words that would follow only added to it. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, love”. At that moment, she would do whatever he asked. Whatever he wanted. Whatever he desired. She loved pleasing him, and she always longed for that finger. Feeling his control, his dominance, his gentle power.
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The Mirror...
Posted:Jul 17, 2017 6:25 am
Last Updated:Jul 19, 2017 8:32 am
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The Mirror...

He had placed her right in front of the mirror. Tied tightly. Completely at his mercy. She let her mind wander to what he would do to her. How he was going to devour her. Ravage her. He was always so creative. She never knew what to expect or what he was up to. He just knew how to make her cum. How to make her beg. How to make her moan. He was able to make her do things she never thought she would. As she sat and waited for him, she stared at herself in the mirror. Legs spread apart. Her pussy completely exposed. She could already feel the ache building between her thighs. Knowing that whatever he had in store for her, she would respond however he wished. It was his gift to her. A smile slowly crossed her lips. She heard the door open. He was ready to start. And so was she.

~artofdomination
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Beauty Comes In All Sizes...
Posted:Jul 16, 2017 6:32 am
Last Updated:Jul 17, 2017 9:36 am
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Beauty Comes In All Sizes...

She looked at herself in the mirror. He had given her the lingerie and told her to put it on. It was racier than she was used to. She protested at first but he would have none of it. She said it made her uncomfortable. He said nonsense, he wanted her to do it. She said she didn’t think she would look sexy in it. He looked at her in that way he only could and gave her the reassurance she needed in two sentences.

“You turn me the fuck on. I bought this because I know you’d never buy this for yourself and I wanted you to know how beautiful you are to me.”

She blushed and looked at his eyes for a minute, her desire for him growing by the second. Turning, she went to change. She felt her heart beating faster as she put on the lingerie, fastening the straps and putting it together. Now, looking at herself in the mirror, she had to admit she liked the way she looked. The soft fabric felt so good against her skin, the lace so delicate and erotic. He had been right after all. She opened the bathroom door and saw him laying on the bed, waiting for her. His eyes widened with pleasure as he saw her. A smile of appreciation crossed his lips as he admired her.

“You are the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen, Come over here”. She came over to him and he embraced her, his lips pressing against hers. His tongue swirling around her. It turned out she would not be wearing her new outfit for long. But that was perfectly ok with both of them. Their night was really only just beginning.
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Watching her...
Posted:Jul 14, 2017 7:14 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2017 1:49 pm
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Watching her...

He noticed the contrast immediately as he watched her. Waiting on her knees. Nude except for the sheer nightgown that just covered her arms at that point. The collar secured loosely around her neck, the chain running down her body. Her slender wrists cuffed. Her eyes looking at him, awaiting his direction. The paradox was striking to him.

The demure, intelligent, classy woman on one hand. Sophisticated and well read. A woman who could do anything and achieve whatever goals she sought. She was always able to speak her mind with a confidence and assuredness that made her even more beautiful to him. She knew what she wanted in life and how to get it.

Couple that with the submissive woman before him. The girl who begged to please, who ached to serve. The woman who could tremble at his touch, whose eyes often shifted downward when he stared at her. The woman whose obedience and control he had earned over the last few months. The wanton slut who enjoyed exploring and expanding her boundaries.

These two different personalities combined to make her into the one. The only one. The only one he would ever want. His.

artofdomination~
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Marked...
Posted:Jul 13, 2017 7:23 am
Last Updated:Jul 14, 2017 1:04 am
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Marked...

She looked at herself in the mirror. She thought back to what he had done. How after she came out of the shower, he had told her to give him her towel. How he dried her off carefully. Inch by inch. He then told her to place her hands behind her head and stand with her legs apart. She did as she was told, as she always did for him. She watched him as he came back with a black magic marker. Watched as he stroked her sex with one finger, teasing her as she stood still. She could feel her muscles quivering from his finger as he gave her a hard smack to her ass. “Stay still,” he said to her as his finger parted her folds, and then massaged her clit slowly. She whimpered softly, staying still as his finger finally stopped, leaving behind a dull ache in its place.

He took the black magic marker and as her eyes watched him, took it and began writing just above her pussy. Slowly the letters formed, turning into two words. Two words that she would wear for the rest of the day. Two words, that each time, she looked at them that day, would make her moisten all over again. As he finished, he stood up and kissed her on the lips. “No panties today, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want anything to block my words. Now when you come home, you’re going to show me just how you earned that title. She smiled as she said it, a quiver rippling through her body. "Yes, Daddy”, she replied.

-bearscave
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Shoes.....Christian Louboutin...
Posted:Jul 11, 2017 3:31 pm
Last Updated:Jul 13, 2017 8:31 am
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Shoes...Christian Louboutin...

She had left the receipt for the shoes on the counter. When he came home, he saw it and asked her about it. The Christian Louboutin shoes had cost $700. He couldn’t understand what was so special about the shoes. Was it the red bottom? Was there something he was missing? She laughed and just said he wouldn’t understand. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, saying one day she’d have to explain it to him.

The next evening, he came home and called her name. Not getting a response, he continued on towards the bedroom. As he opened the door, he saw her. Her round perfect ass staring back at him, the red bottoms of her new shoes, contrasting perfectly with her pale creamy skin. He moved closer towards her and placed his hands on her bottom, his fingers kneading the soft flesh gently. It was at that moment, that he too, understood the power of the Christian Louboutin shoes.

artofdomination~
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The Blindfold...
Posted:Jul 6, 2017 6:30 pm
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2017 1:45 am
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The Blindfold...

As she stands in the center of the room, I approach from behind. Each hand reaches out and gently rests on her shoulders. They slide up to her dark hair and softly move it to one side. My chest presses against her shoulder blades as I lean forward, my chin hovering over her smooth skin as I lightly kiss her pale white neck.

She leans back into me and begins to tilt her head wanting to meet my lips. My hand quickly lifts from her shoulder, grabbing hold of her chin and stopping the rotation of her head.

“Not tonight - you don’t get to watch,” I explain.

As one hand holds her head steady, I use my other to pull the knot out of my tie. The smooth silk sides slide across one another creating an unmistakable “hiss.” As the knot falls loose and the tie is freed from the collar of my shirt, I move the ever so useful blue strip of material in front of her face.

My hand releases her chin and I spread my hands pulling the tie taut. Positioning a sufficiently wide section over her eyes, I wrap the tie around her head securing it with a tight knot in the back.

“You can’t see. I don’t want you to speak. Just listen and feel me use you tonight.”

My hands quickly move back in front of her chest - sliding over her breasts and down her stomach. When they reach the top of her pants, my fingertips slip just inside the waistband. They slide from the front of her abdomen, over and around her hips, and eventually end near the small of her back.

I remove my hands and firmly squeeze her ass. One hand releases her cheek and quickly slaps it from outside her pants. An audible “oh” barely escapes her lips.

I quickly reach up, grab her shoulders, and pull her into my chest once again. My left hand is open pressing her chest into my body while my right hand has moved up where her throat is now held between my thumb and first finger.

“What did I say? Don’t speak. Don’t make a noise.”

A short but quick nod is the response I received.

“Good girl.”

My hands move away from her throat and back to her pants. I swiftly pull them to her ankles before giving her ass another slap. The “crack” of my palm against her smooth skin echoes off the walls.

Reaching around with my left hand, my middle finger digs into her already wet pussy. Slipping between her pink lips, the first then second knuckles disappear inside her.

I cur my finger as her tight pussy begins to relax. Slowly, I pull my hand away before shoving my finger back inside her. I begin to pump her pussy while maintaining the “hook” formed by my curled finger.

My free arm reaches up under her shirt quickly finding a firm nipple. Twisting. Pulling. Pinching. Her back arches as she leans into me but no noise escapes her mouth. A smile she can’t see stretches across my face.

I pull a soaked finger from her pussy and bring it to her mouth.

“Taste how sweet you are,” I instruct as her lips part and my finger travels over her tongue.

Removing my finger, I return to her slippery mound. Using two two fingers, I begin to work her clit by making clockwise circles at the top of her slit.

Her breathing begins to quicken and I feel her knees weaken. My hand moves from her breast to her throat. Once again, I hold her neck in the curved gap between my thumb and first finger.

Her head falls back on my shoulder. I can feel the pulse in her neck - her heartbeat is speeding up and the blood is now pulsing through her veins.

My hand now works her clit faster. Pressing down harder on her most sensitive spot. I know she can feel my hard cock through my pants as it’s now pushing against her ass.

Her back begins to arch.

Her abs tighten and her shoulders tense.

I can physically feel her trying to resist the urge to moan. She fights the onset of the impending orgasm with all her power.

Her leg begins to twitch.

My pace slows just slightly - forcing her pussy to sit right on the edge of its release.

“Cum for me.”

A loud moan immediately escapes her. Her body shakes as she is consumed by the orgasm.

I lower her limp body to the floor and hold her - the blindfold still covering her eyes.

toro-bravo~
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Passion...
Posted:Jul 5, 2017 7:13 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2017 5:54 pm
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Passion...

I desire passion.
I just do.
I want to be worshiped as much as I would worship you.
I want to be that thought that seems to pass through your mind all day, and the one you tell yourself to “stop thinking about” because you have lots of work to complete.
I don’t want to be just some other woman because I’m better than that, I’m more than that.
I seek a burning, carnal affair, which cannot be stifled by a quick fuck.
I want you to tear me apart, use me until tears are streaming down my face, and then hold me close afterward.
I want to do anything and everything, for you.
Is this too much to ask?

jenniferanne87~
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Questions...
Posted:Jul 3, 2017 11:29 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2017 5:19 am
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Questions...

The question you should be asking, little one, isn’t whether or not you’re going to cum tonight. The questions you should be asking are how many orgasms I’m going to force out of you. How many times I’m going to bring you to the edge of climax only to pull you back. How much saliva I’m going to watch seep out of your gagged little mouth. How much I’m going to deliciously torture you. How much I’m going to enjoy watching you writhe and squirm in your restraints. How desperate and high pitched the noises you make will be. Those questions, little one, are the far better questions you should be asking.

artofdomination~
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Romeo and Juliet (Just a Sunday Song)
Posted:Jul 2, 2017 5:29 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2017 7:04 am
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Romeo and Juliet

Dire Straits

A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?

Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme me a heart attack
He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back
You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that
Anyway, what you gonna do about it?

Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget I forget the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?

Come up on different streets they booth were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?

When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him

Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?

I can't do the talk like they talk on TV
And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be
I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you
I can't do anything except be in love with you

And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of Orion
Julie I'd do the stars with you any time

Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die
There's a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?

A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?
You and me babe how about it

Songwriters: Bob Hamilton / Freddie Gorman

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpHU05kpG7U
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