Close your eyes for a moment and let’s share a daydream, ok?

Imagine yourself in a man’s warm, well-appointed room, kneeling on the cushion you noticed in front of his chair when he brough you home.  Imagine him calmly and clearly explaining what he intends to do with, for, and to you.  Each time he curtly but courteously asks “do you have any questions?” and “Is that acceptable to you?”

Imagine how you might have more questions at first.  Imagine as you grow comfortable simply say “yes, that’s acceptable.  Imagine that the best you can manage after his final question is a weak, breathy “uh-huh!”  

Imagine his strong, clean, well-tended hand reaching for you.  Caressing your cheek with the backs of his fingers.  Imagine him looking deep into your eyes as he brushes his thumb across your lower lip and whispers “then we’ll begin.”

Imagine his hand on your face… his fingers curled under your chin… his thumb parting your lips… and answer truthfully: has this daydream made you a little wet?

And yet Tumblr’s algorithms see nothing wrong with this photo, does it?

Funny isn’t it?

taslyms-garden:

Home. 💋

1971whatever:

If you don’t understand to the bottom of your elegantly polished dress shoes that that’s why she’s there you might not be a Daddy or a Dom…

bite-the-brat:

Not to be a bottom but i Love being used as a toy
im always down to reciprocate of course but when dudes just wanna pound u and bite u and call u pretty names and pin u down while u just take it
thats my favourite thing

I wouldn’t be a top if this didn’t make me Feel All The Things, would I?

There’s nothing wrong with Subs who want their Doms to give them rules and tasks… but I’m a Daddy, not a Dom.  And while it’s delightful holding you accountable for goals you set for yourself, I seriously enjoy saying “Let Daddy do that, cheez-it, you’re too smol.”

Sigh!

Um.  I may be getting over a little cold that’s been bothering me all week. 

Consequently: Mood!

When you’re called into the headmaster’s office and words aren’t what’s needed to get through to you…

No, no way you “just fell,” is there?

Oh no, yourself, little minx!

Close your eyes and imagine me murmuring in a gentle but firm voice, “Girl oodness, pumpknot, what have you gotten up to now? And what am I going to do with you…

…first?

what-s-love:

Because if you’re not thoroughly enjoying having your face pushed into the floor, and a strong man’s hands gripping your hips to lift your cute ass up high and his knees pressing yours apart so that he can open you with his thumbs and lick you till you’re soaked and groaning with need before rising behind you and pushing deep inside you till his belly is slapping against you again and again and again…

If you’re not thoroughly enjoying all of that, sugarplum, why bother doing it at all?