wolfforkitty:

Wolfforkitty

50shades-of-impregnation:

It’s not to say there’s no domination or submission in D/Lg, and it’s certainly the case that there can be discipline and sometimes even bondage!  But note the lower cases.  Sometimes the question can be who’s exercising discipline!

For instance, what if I mentioned that you seem awfully wiggly tonight, and you insisted you weren’t.  And what if I said “oh really” and you said “want me to prove I won’t wiggle no matter what you do, Daddy?”  And I said, “ok, tigerlily…”

Well.. I mean… I’d have exactly zero interest in telling you either to wiggle or to stand perfectly still, would I?  That would ruin the whole game if I did that, wouldn’t it?!?!  It would practically be cheating!

And so if chose to stand like a little statue and I chose to bunch all your hair in my big, strong fist and lift it out of the way so I could kiss your neck and ears and shoulders…

Well, who’d be doing all the “discipline” then?  I mean, sooner or later you’d submit with a lower-case s, but you’d be submitting to yourself, wouldn’t you?  And I suppose you could call it lower-case d domination if I was trying to break your self-discipline.  

But it would alllll still be 100% non-D/S D/Lg play, wouldn’t it?

And want to know something else too?  It would make you really, really horny too, wouldn’t it?

Shall we dance?

We shall…

Shall we dance?  

We shall!

When we’re the only ones left I’ll still hold you close for the last dance…

Dance with me, I want to be your partner
Can’t you see the music is just starting?
Night is falling, and I am falling
Dance with me
– Orleans

Ahahaha!  Can’t believe anyone thinks of this as just “foreplay!”  Ahahah, no, baby princess coconut pie!  This?  This is sex!  

Shall we dance?

Yeah, yeah, once you’re completely bound and helpless I suppose I could flog you or gag you with my dick or drip hot wax on you or some other predictable shit like that.  But there’s more than one way to make you writhe and groan. there’s more than one way to make you scream yourself hoarse.  More than one way to turn you into a quivering, endorphin-soaked, puddle, isn’t there?

Love to see you dance, woolybear.  Come dance for me.  Till you’re too weak to move.

Mmmm, the discrete charm of sex in semi-public spaces!

Come dance with me!