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HER FREEDOM IS MY DUNGEON
Just a submissive boy needs to be owned, taken care of preferably by some cougar type Domme who are got their stuff together sane and safe...
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I can't resist not to kneel down in front of an Aussie lady... Dunno why but Australian Mistresses are hella hot... Just a thought (: |
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As she held me in place phsycially -- my face pressed into the floor, my lips forced down low to where she liked it on her feet -- I found in me once again, that space in my mind I always craved. Where thoughts slowed down and sensations got high -- Everything was ambience. . .every movement, whisper and touch sparked, like a chemical magic brought about only by the perfect combination of two beings in their natural element.
As the spanks on my bare skin ceased being a pleasurable physical assult and became nothing but a sound heard only from a vague distance, I felt myself grow weaker and stronger all at once. I found my place here, in the same time becoming both the hunter and the prey. I always find my strength, ironically, at my most vulnerable, submissive moments.
At that moment, I felt as ferocious and free as a wild animal. . .but an animal who ultimately wanted only to be collared and lead back to his cage. The power to roar, but the desire only to purr.
The right owner can bring out the best in their pet.
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After as a lay in her arms, I soaked up the peace and stillness which my sated mind poured luxuriously over my physical being. Mind and body in perfect rhythm; each feeding the other. . .allowing me to feel and breathe, run free and wind down. The perfect partners in a masochistic crime; granting their owner. . .me. . .the rare and beautiful opportunity to withdraw or come alive at the skill of my own Mistress. I find I am at the mercy of my beautiful body and dominating senses as much as her hands.
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About me, there is nothing special if you were my Mistress and wanted to sum it up. A bit stranger than a regular person, has to work always and stay inspired. 23 years old, willing to crawl at his Goddess' feet and find his mental, spiritual peace right between of them. Although this is only for fun nothing serious just a game play.
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Here are top 5 things I'm in need lately,
Verbal Humiliation, I feel the need to be regularly reminded of that inferiority.
Body Worship, to a Superior Woman like my Mistress I always want to show my affection in a respectable way. This could mean kissing and doing massage to Her perfect feet, ass, and back, setting my face to serve as a seat for Her perfect back (facesitting) or to be smothered by it, and worshiping to her as She ordered me to.
Human Furniture, known as forniphilia I desire very much to serve my Mistress like that -- to be submitted to Her in this humiliating fashion, while She listens to music, watching, talks or texts on Her cell phone, reading Her Magazines or anything that she doing. It is such a thrill to be able to serve Her in this completely submissive way for an extended period of time.
Slave, Pet Training -- Collar and Leash, to be addressed the ways which are pleases her -- I always desire to be on my all fours like a sub-human pet guess this is the reason why it feels amazing to have a collar and leash around my neck :)
Feet Worship, I exist to serve my Mistress feet. |
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Lately I was thinking about that I have the urge to try something new. After reinstalling Tinder on my phone—which I removed after ruining most of my matches by spamming them with Drake lyrics—and setting up my profile, I was prompted with a choice: What was the age range of women I was interested in?
I set the end zone at 50 and began to swiping away. Eventually had a couple of matches and one of them led into a perfect experiment. With that being said I want to find one another exciting thing that I can try again. I'm going to mention my dream that come true only once...
I met Marilyn the same day she sent a message to my profile. As a real estate agent who both lived and worked in an upscale neighborhood, she had the bling to show for it. She picked me up outside of a subway station around noon in a brand new Audi that smelled like fresh leather and expensive things. When I got in the car, she gave me a hug and greeted me with a big smile. She had a great laugh and was incredibly well-spoken. I was so comfortable, in fact, unlike my previous dates, it didn't feel like I had to ease into the situation or fake small talk. She was quite fun to be around. She even liked Drake.
Marilyn was clearly into fashion. I'm talking layering and color coordination that even the most pretentious fashionistas would lose their shit over. It made me feel kind of underdressed, especially because I was in my regular greaser getup. Either way, Marilyn didn't seem to care as much as I did. She asked where I bought the leather jacket from, to which I replied, "Some guy in the Grand Bazaar." It was the truth and I felt no need to lie around her. We ended up choosing a place to eat that's popular with students in the area—somewhere I thought was busy enough that we wouldn't be stared at.
She also invited me to go back at her place when we arrived at her house—a loft near the coffee shop she originally brought us to—the whole place was set up like some kind of red-light district sex den that was built solely for the purpose of seducing me. The room flowed with creamy colors, from the gray leather couch with red velvet pillows to the white beads that hung in front of a door to the hallway. The room smelled great, too, like lavender and chocolate had a delicious baby. Neon sign fixtures with the words "Love" and other phrases that belong on Tumblr, which provided most of the light in her dark living attic room, were moody and dimly lit. A few candles sat burning on the kitchen table and an iPod was docked while playing some kind of atmospheric house music. It was basically like being in one of the Weeknd's music videos, minus the drugs and mushroom-cloud hair, and I actually kind of dug it.
As soon as I unlaced my sneakers and stood up, Marilyn pointed to me to the swagged-out couch in the middle of room. Almost immediately after my ass touched the sofa, she reached for my pants and started to rub my crotch, no kissing or small talk. I was kinda weirded out—but I had also taken two shots of Tequila earlier so my brain didn't really give a chemical fuck about anything at this point though I wouldn't have to... Because she really did her best to make me feel comfortable and get in zone.—In a few seconds, she scooped my pants off my legs, tore my boxers off, and began to give me head immediately. I have to note, too, that this was good head. Like, the best blowjob I've got since I woke up fucking a mattress because I was getting a dream-level blowjob. Marilyn knew her game and she played it well. After a passionate make out, she pulled her pants off, and then she tried to mount me.
It was all good memories and I wish I could put some more in my museum of memories.
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Always in need of You Mistress. |
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I need your words to tear my mind apart. I'm always in need of you Mistress — |
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There is strength in vulnerability, in facing your demons and knowing that kindness is more important in spite of them.
To be vulnerable is to be brave — |
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It's really annoying people text you like they are real and asking you to join a site upgrade your account to premium membership blah... Really folks? COULD YOU FUCKING NOT??? |
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