Gave my little slut a really good spanking with her big new plug in the other night. Then I fucked her from behind while forcing her to hold her magic wand to her clit. She came twice within a 40 second period or so, screaming the entire time like the good horny little slut that she is.
This is a great post. It should have far more notes than it currently does.
People Like Us
What does it say about me, what does it say about you, that we do the thing we do?
What does it mean that I need you in a secret way, a way we never tell another soul? That I love to feel your hand on the back of my neck, that I bend at your word, that I go to bed, just on your say so, that I bring you the paddle when you tell me to?
What does it do to me when you make me call you sir, when you turn me upside down and spank my bare cheeks, when you leave me red and sore and rubbing my bottom, and then I am so very much in love with you? Why do I struggle so hard against you when I know I will acquiesce? Why can’t I tell you that I want to?
Why am I disappointed when you sigh and shake your head and then go back to what you were doing, and I am left wondering why you stopped? And I wonder if I frustrate you too much, and if you don’t want to spank me ever again. And something feels anxious and small inside me and I don’t know where to go or what to do until I hear your voice calling me to your side.
And when you do spank me, lifting my nightgown, lowering my panties, making me feel like a little, little girl and terribly, terribly shy–and you do it so gleefully and evilly that all my doubts are gone?
Why do I so willingly shed my power, my pose, my poise and my panties, just because you walked in the door? Why do I need it, why do I want it, why do I want more?
Maybe it means I’m completely yours. You’re entirely mine. That the truth of us is different than the truth of us earlier, when we kept things hidden from each other, when I was afraid to let you be in charge.
Maybe it means nothing at all.
Maybe it is just a thing that is. Like the north wind meeting the bared trees in winter, or dry logs catching fire at the strike of a match. Maybe it is nature and combustion and maybe it is like any man and any woman who meet without constraints, or words, or don’ts, or shouldn’ts, or we dare nots.
Maybe it’s the slipping of a silk blouse off a woman’s shoulder and the man’s firm hand pulling her close to him and it’s the hardness of the man she feels when he does and it’s the softness of her that makes him bend his head to her neck and lift her hair and kiss below her ear while she drops her head back and moves her hands across his back and wants without words but he knows what she needs–
Maybe it’s just us.
And people like us.
She is ordered to strip and then her wrists are tied together and pulled up high over her head. Then all she can do is experience her body’s involuntary responses to Master’s whims.
Love the model, anyone know who it is?
Poor resolution, but I love the subject material.
It is possible to be a (femme/female) sub without fetishizing essentialist notions of male superiority. You do not have to buy in to that. This does not have to be about gender roles or inherent gendered nature or any of that - frankly - bullshit, and if you honest to god believe that it does, please unfollow me now.
Stay sharp, ladies.
Whoa. Looks like someone needs a very thorough over-the-knee spanking. By a man. In a suit. With callused hands. Who might allow her to leave on her apron if she promises to cry extra pretty for him…
Drawing gentle attention to the irony here - how do you expect anyone to respect your relationship and choices if this is how you treat theirs?
You do not have to buy into universal male dominance in order to appreciate, desire, or participate in D/S relationships. I do not honest to god give a fuck what you do in your own bedroom, but trying to represent it as an apolitical best or neutral ideal is shortsighted at best and outright destructive at worst.
Make your choices, but make them for you. Leave the other seven billion men, women, and others - in all their infinite idiosyncrasy - out of it.
Holy fuck this.
Though, unless I’m drastically misremembering my blogs, that would basically have to be satire or joking for subgirlygirl to say that...