Her Monday, or his?
she prepares for her day. Hustle and bustle about, throwing of clothes, throwing of comments, rushed. Unprepared. Flustered. He senses her difficulty in getting it together. her collar is not...
View ArticleSimple..
A simple peg. Everyone has them. A bland household object turned seductive,powerful,intimidating, a clamp of control when placed in the right hands. A clamp of stimulating pain,sexual delight. A clamp...
View ArticleFire & Ice
she reads her instructions well. her heart races.Can she do this? Can she live up to His every demand? Often times her nerves get the best of her. He spends hours preparing her, talking to her,...
View ArticleAll in one.
All in one. The lines so easily divided,yet emerge as one. The bows. The thrills. The chills. The stockings of leather and frilly lace. The lil girl grin that flashes across her face. The ass begging...
View ArticleDark Angel
she is soft. she is subtle. she is thoughtful and full of thought. her pale flesh Angelic. she wants to take flight, make use of her wings. her darkest desires weigh heavy on her wings. her constant...
View ArticleFriday Fau paus
It started as all mornings are supposed to. she was on her knees as He admired her and prepared her for the day. He awakens her body. He focuses her mind. He hears her heart. He claims her soul. In an...
View ArticleGood Morning.
she rises with the sun. she takes her place. Mesmerized by herself. Taking it in. The lost soul that has emerged. The fullness of her breasts. The slight shade of purple covering her erect nipples....
View ArticleCaptured
she no longer hesitates. It is second nature. He no longer asks twice, He has her mind. He speaks to her soul. she feels the change. The longing to be His. she studies herself. He has given her inner...
View Articleher Master.
(follow up to His pet) He sat in a chair. For what seemed like hours, possibly days she stayed there,a statue of impure thoughts. His Angel. His. Absent minded of the world around her, she waits....
View ArticleWet dreams..
The silk around my ankles…soft,yet hard with a powerful statement. Confined,yet free. The true paradox of submission at work. What i crave yet fear at the same time. The collar, so raw and sexy....
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