love corsets ….
(Source: masquerjade)
loving how He has the grip on her leash and her just willing to follow Him anywhere…. aura{Hunter}
(Source: johnnyadidas, via ropesncuffs)
Oh I like the shoes..oh and the legs, and the asscheeks..am I drooling yet
(via slavebeebee)
and you thought mommy and daddy played bridge on Wednesday nights…is that a flogger on the bench?
i love You, Master….my heart’s desire is to always meet Your needs & fulfill Your desires
Have faith and I will guide you…said the Master to the slut…be my eyes said she
(Source: axman, via scentofslave)
Drink your milk angel….good lil fuckslut she is
(Source: sinlikeyoumeanit, via erotikamente)
Oh yeah, I´ll tell you something
I think you´ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Oh, please, say to Me
you´ll let Me be your Man
and please, say to Me
you´ll let Me hold your hand
Now let Me hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It´s such a feeling
That My love
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
Yeah you, got that something
I think you´ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
It´s such a feeling
That My love
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
I can’t hide
Yeah you, got that something
I think you´ll understand
When I feel that something
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
I wanna hold your hand
Love to you from Master
(Source: touchn2btouched, via un-control)
I’ll tie you up and leave you, with nothing but the sound of the room gently settling for company, your vision obscured and obfuscated, your hands bound. The rope a reminder of why you’re there.
I hope you figure that part out. I’d hate to have wasted either of our time.
It’s not about me going off and doing something else. It’s not about you being alone. It’s not about enjoying the bondage, even though you’re more than welcome to revel in the restraint. It’s not about the blindfold, either, or the lack of sight. It’s not about being able to listen, or being able to feel. It’s not about these things.
It’s about forcing you into the cusp of a moment, when your brain has calmed just enough, where your thoughts become loose and intangible, spidersilk cast across a room, something that you can’t quite see, but you know its there, somehow. you know if you walk through that space you’re going to get caught, and so you steer clear. And you steer clear of your own thoughts, you get out of their way, and you just allow them to meander, and wander, and get lost, all on their own.
It’s about you knowing that I’m there, even when I’m not. Feeling my presence, even though I may be in the other room, or down the shops, or in another country. It’s about giving you just the tiniest window of time to actually let go, to let your brain worry itself tired, and then take a breath and say ‘Well fuck, what do I think about now?’ and then just see where that goes.
It’s about allowing you the room to explore your own head.
Because I’ve spent an awful lot of time charting its expanses, and I’ve got to tell you, it’s quite stunning.
I like these words and echo them…Master loves slut
(Source: axman, via un-control)
i know i did when Master came into my life, He took me and held me safe and tight in His arms and in His heart and promised to cherish me forever, and a few years down the track He is doing a wonderful job of that, slut loves You my Master, deeply, truly, always
And you have Me….. :)I have.. and I love him with all my heart.
Daddy
(Source: rippedbibles)
aura scrubs and says softly Master is it my fault that sissy did drip on the floor *giggles*
(Source: spiritualbdsm)