The rope bites deeper into my mouth, invading, claiming, controlling as he pulls me harder onto him, mimicking exactly what he is doing to my ass from behind.

The rope bites deeper into my mouth, invading, claiming, controlling as he pulls me harder onto him, mimicking exactly what he is doing to my ass from behind.

How Could A Woman Not Love This. He Does Not Need Or Want Me To Speak, Nor Try To Get Up And Do Something, Or Be Busy In Some Way. Neither Of Us Needs To Make Small Talk At The Table. He Simply Wants Me To Be There, His Toy, His Possession, His Plaything,

You Love To Toy With The Psychological Impact Of Me Being Chained To The Floor On A Very Short Lead, Knowing You Are Merely Biding Your Time Until You Are Good And Ready For Me, And You Feel No Need To Hurry Because You And I Are Both Fully Aware Of The

Never Worry That I Mind Looking Up To You, That My Place On The Floor Seems Degrading. I Want To Look Up To You. I Need To Look Up To You. I Specifically Chose You Because I Can Look Up To You. Why Do So Many Women Spend Years Searching For A Man Who

Denofmasterh:now You Are Really Going To Get It. Show Me That I Am No Match For You, Because I Would Lose Respect For You If I Were.

I Thought It Pretty In A Strappy Sort Of Way.

The Delicate Balance A Dom Must Constantly Walk Between Allowing Us To Feel A Full Measure Of Your Power While Still Protecting Us From True Harm.

All Of My Senses Tuned In To Your Every Movement. I Know Exactly Where You Are. I Listen To Every Whisper Of Sound Trying To Determine What You Have Planned For Me.

Yes, You Can Control Our Bodies, And Yes, That Is An Essential Part Of It For Many Subs, But The Dom That Can Control His Sub’s Mind, Who With A Simple, Soft Whisper In Her Ear, Commands Her Full Attention, That Is A Dom To Whom A Sub Will Give Everythin

He Has So Completely Absorbed Her Entire Focus,Taken Command Of All Of Her Senses, To The Point Where She Subconsciously Holds Her Breath So She Does Not Miss A Single Signal From Him..domination Does Not Require Rope, Chains, Whips And All Of The Other

Lately I Have A Strong Desire For Sir To Take Me Out Among Others Under Very Strict Expectations For My Behavior And Wearing The Symbols Of Our Dynamic, Making It Clear To All Who See That I Am His Sub, And He Has Unreserved Confidence In My Obedience.

Being Held In Place Closely By The Neck Fires Every Submissive Synapse In Me.

Clearly It Is A Neck Bondage Night. It Just So Quickly Confirms My Powerlessness.

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