submissiveinclination:

i need this mug… Oh i would never drink coffee out of it but i need it. i would keep it with me at all times and hold it up when the need arises and…

~sigh~

i’d be holding it up all day.

Never mind.

i don’t need this mug…

The explanation after ‘could of’ ….

breathtakingdestinations:

Brussels – Belgium (by Katchooo

Brussels is one of my favourite cities. The mix of the old and the new. The art museum there is one of the best I have been to. And the way the morning light came through the windows of the stained glass in the church beside the hotel, bathing the room in sunlight and jewel tones was magical.

I can’t believe you let your subs talk to other men. Any sub i own would be cut off and not allowed. Your not a very good dom.

theimperfetc:

Congratulations, anon. You’re about to learn something today.

You think that to possess someone, you need to keep them locked down, to control their body. I don’t need to do that. They’re tied to me by chains you’ll never understand.

I possess their minds, their souls, their hearts. They’re bound to me in ways that nobody is ever going to be able to touch.

But you keep doing it your way, child. I know what you are. You’re afraid. Afraid that if any girl with you gets the chance to look around a bit, they’ll find out that past the amateurs, the posers, the pretenders, that there’s something that’ll open their eyes.

That there’s men like me. And once they find that out, son? You’re fucked.

yessiraustralia-again:

I had blindfolded her about 10 minutes before. I spent that time talking to her, teasing her with my words, telling her all the things I was going to do to her and ‘make her’ do to me.

She fidgeted and squirmed on the seat. I exposed her breasts but didn’t touch them, even when she begged me too. Instead I pulled on her hair and told her that she wouldn’t be touched until she was near orgasm.

“How?” she asked.

“By touching yourself,” I answered.

“When? Now?”

“Well not until you use your fucking manners, that’s for sure,” I growled.

She did use her manners. In fact, she begged me. I watched as she played for me, in the dark behind the blindfold.

I am normally a very logical facts, rules and evidence based person. But then I randomly decide to whip out the tarot cards and try to sort through what is going through my mind. And every single card is so on point. Maybe it is just random coincidence, but it sure helped me focus myself.