Formerly Afraid to Want

25th May 2012

Photoset reblogged from Dishevelled Domina with 346 notes

Locking ass plug with a lead attached, and the cock locked away in a cage.

Do you want to feel that owned, that controlled?

I imagine that lead attached to a hard point on the floor. At his desk, in the kitchen, in the bedroom. And it’s not quite long enough, so it’s always tugging him open a bit.

At least we know there are options if slut can’t keep his hand off his cock and out of his cunt.

Source: bondesthetiq

25th May 2012

Photo reblogged from NewRyder's - Strapon Log with 323 notes

This is how I would lay you down love, if I were going to fuck you. This is where I would rest my hands.

This is the heat you would feel behind you, love, if I were going to fuck you tonight. This is where you’d feel my hips pressing into you.

This is where my fingers would dig in, love, if I were going to fuck you tonight with my biggest cock. These are the scratches and welts I’d paint onto your skin.

You’re crying, love. Do you want me, need me so badly?

Those are a lot like the tears you’d shed, love, if I were going to fuck you tonight with my biggest cock, the one that hurts you so good.

gender-bender:

Assume nothing - but the position.

-ryder

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25th May 2012

Photo reblogged from Fumbling Toward Ecstasy with 203 notes

It’s been three days now. Three days with time unmarked, with no mention of it. Three days and three nights and soon three mornings of curling up next to you and wrapping my legs across yours. My cock grows firm, my cock grows soft. My cock drips. We don’t talk about it. It’s not important right now. It doesn’t even occur to me to be frustrated by it. I’m fixated on more important things.

Source: ballsinside

25th May 2012

Photo reblogged from Continuous State of Desire with 1,273 notes

continuousstateofdesire:

Any chance he gets …

Thank you for being forgiving, love. Thank you for being understanding. You’re right, I haven’t been properly fucked in a very, very long time. You were good to me, to instruct me to play with and enjoy that big red vibe. When my fingers grazed over my hole afterwards, though — my hole, loose and puffy and wanting and slick with lube — well, I’m not proud to admit that thoughts of your instructions just vanished from my head. And my fingers quickly went from slow caresses to deep exploration to hard & fast pounding with as much as I could fit.

I confessed it to you, knowing you’d be mad. Knowing that you’d surely punish me. Imagining that you would take a crop — or your hand or flogger or (dare I say it?) your whip (shudder) — spread me open, and strike my hole directly. That hole, already abused and sore and tender and screamingly sensitive. That was what I thought I would surely face when you came home. That thought is what I overcame when I told you what I’d done.

Thank you for your understanding, your forgiveness. Next time I’ll keep your instructions — and that terrifying thought — closer to heart.

Source: holepatrol

24th May 2012

Photo reblogged from Hidden Desires of Submission with 233 notes

butlerblue:

She lived for the moments when it all got a little too much. She watched him closely, purring with delight at tonight’s unique mix of embarrassment, discomfort, and fear.

Well, you’ve shaken me. I know by now — I think — what you’re capable of. Maybe moreso than you do yourself. You refrain yourself from treating other people as the darkest corners of your mind would dictate… but now you have me. You have my long-given consent to do what I don’t consent to… and you want to explore some of those dark corners. And it comes as no surprise to me that when you really want to explore some abyss, it has little to do with the physical and everything to do with the emotional.

You’re an emotional person. I don’t mean that you are emotionally unstable or that you are ruled by your emotions — just that you’re connected to emotions. Your own and other people’s. You see them. I am a psychological person — I can tell why I think what I think and why other people think what they think and how to shift those things. That’s not one of your greatest skills, but then again — being connected to emotion isn’t one of mine. Not even my own emotions.

So when you indicate to me that you want to play with emotions — experiment with emotions — I shiver. Because I think you can see into me and understand how my emotions exist and how to shift them better than I do myself… and that is where you want to work your sadism. In places where I can’t even tell a blow is falling until long afterwards when the ache and agony sets in. You want to live in my heart and see which walls can be knocked out and what happens you do knock them out.

I’m yours, love. The house of my heart is yours to do with as you please, as your curiosity and entertainment dictate. I’ll do my damndest not to interfere with your renovations, because I know you’ll be back with the drywall and plaster and paint to make repairs when you’re done.

23rd May 2012

Photo reblogged from Musings While Locked in Chains with 199 notes