Posts Tagged ‘on your knees for me’
Close your eyes for a moment and letâs share a daydream, ok?
Imagine yourself in a manâs 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 âdo you have any questions?â and âIs that acceptable to you?â
Imagine how you might have more questions at first. Imagine as you grow comfortable simply say âyes, thatâs acceptable. Imagine that the best you can manage after his final question is a weak, breathy âuh-huh!â Â
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 âthen weâll begin.â
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 Tumblrâs algorithms see nothing wrong with this photo, does it?
Funny isnât it?
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I…
This…
Ummmm!
I donât have a dog, fairylight…
But I might have a leash and collar…
Thatâs just your size!
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If you donât understand to the bottom of your elegantly polished dress shoes that thatâs why sheâs there you might not be a Daddy or a Dom…
Not to be a bottom but i Love being used as a toyâŠim 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 itâŠthats my favourite thing
I wouldnât be a top if this didnât make me Feel All The Things, would I?
Thereâs nothing wrong with Subs who want their Doms to give them rules and tasks… but Iâm a Daddy, not a Dom. And while itâs delightful holding you accountable for goals you set for yourself, I seriously enjoy saying âLet Daddy do that, cheez-it, youâre too smol.â
Sigh!
Um. I may be getting over a little cold thatâs been bothering me all week.Â
Consequently: Mood!
Running my hands through your hair like this would feel so wonderful, pie tin. But the other things Tumbler wouldnât want to see makes it even nicer, doesnât it?
When youâre called into the headmasterâs office and words arenât whatâs needed to get through to you…
Close your eyes and imagine me murmuring in a gentle but firm voice, âGirl oodness, pumpknot, what have you gotten up to now? And what am I going to do with you…
…first?
Because if youâre not thoroughly enjoying having your face pushed into the floor, and a strong manâs 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 youâre 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 youâre not thoroughly enjoying all of that, sugarplum, why bother doing it at all?