This seems to be a point of confusion for some who wish to be Dominants.
Yes, she wants you to slap her about.
Yes, she wants you to take her ass.
Yes, she wants you to call her a slut.
Yes, she wants to be cherished, loved, and protected.
Yes, you can do all of these things all at once.
Those sex blogs that reblog fantastic, hardcore shit with a cheese-fest caption.
Nobody wants your awkward, mushy caption all up in their hardcore sex gifs.
JUST STOP PLEASE.
Hey guys, which toys/tools do you know of that will leave marks and that I’ll “feel all day afterwards”? My lover thinks a cane would do it; if so, does anyone have a link to a quality, sturdy one we can purchase?
Please and thank you tumblr!
Keep those legs apart, girl. I want to see you glisten and drip as you take this discipline.
I find it weird that a female who is so bent on “FEMALE RIGHTS AND FEMALE THIS AND FEMALE THAT” gets off on bdsm. -.- CASE CLOSED Im not arguing online. It’s my blog i say as i feel. You took any shit personal, guess what, build a bridge and get over it.
I’m done arguing online as well, but for you and anyone else who finds my sexual desires “weird,” I just wanted to inform you that in true BDSM, there is no greater form of equality. You see a dom beating up a sub, humiliating that sub, objectifying them, spanking them, but what you don’t see is the fact that the sub holds all of the control. In a true, properly functioning BDSM relationship, the sub at any moment can call out her safe word and be released from all of her bounds. That trust is at the core of the type of BDSM relationship I crave, that unflinching vulnerability between two people. Because the doms are just as vulnerable, enacting all of their most sadistic fantasies and risking rejection because of them. We can admit that we have these dark, sometimes taboo desires, act upon them, and trust each other enough to have the strength of will to pull back if we need to.
I think it’s beautiful, to be so naked and to trust someone so deeply. I certainly have a level of communication and sexual intimacy with my lover that none of my vanilla friends can imagine, even those who have been in serious relationships for years.
I was reading a 50 Shades of Grey review and this sentence popped out at me:
“I understand there’s only so much you can write about a guy who loves S&M sex, but I felt a little disappointed. Maybe my expectations were too high.”\
ME:
♬ i can show you the world, shining, shimmering splendor! ♬
She submits to her Sir’s touch not because she is uneducated or desperate. It’s not because she is worthless or hopeless. It is not because she is weak or unknowing of who she is. It isn’t because she is powerless or lost. Her Sir would never let her believe those things about herself because he understands the opposite to be true. She submits to him because she needs to know he is strong. She lays aside her education and power. She holds dear to her heart her self worth. In a world where she is condemned for her sexual needs, she feels she has to control every aspect of her life. He is her balance. He is her safe haven. He simply borrows the part of her that no man can ever take from her.
Does anyone have any recommendations for bondage how tos?
Such as knot tying, patterns, positioning, etc. I’m curious about books, blogs, websites, whatever resources you might know of to find out the best ways to tie someone up. Please and thank you!
Oh, and even bondage in the way of cuffs and gags and things like that. I have nothing to do today and want to learn more!
You looked back at me, “Sir… I want you to cum Sir, I want to taste your cum. I want you to be the first man whose cum I taste”… I lost it.. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to fuck her hard. I had to fuck her with every ounce of passion I had inside me. I pulled out of her then reached under her chest pulling her back to me, kissing her. As we kissed, I slid my hands up her stomach and grabbed her breast, teasing her nipples with a firm pinch. I kept sliding my right hand up her chest until I grabbed her throat, I heard her moan. She liked it. I knew she needed it. She melted into me with the feeling of my strong warm hands around her throat as we kissed. I pushed her down on the bed, never losing grip of her throat. I entered my cock deep inside her again. Her eyes rolled back. I had to fuck her harder. I only know hard. Passionate. Dominant. I wanted her to remember who owned her no matter what happened after tonight. She was mine and I fucked her like it.
I’ve never been choked with my head hanging off the side of the bed. Hm.
