Untitled #30 by pinkflowers2003 featuring a sequin shirt
Sequin shirt / VILA jean jacket, $75 / Paige Denim black jeans, $370 / Dune leopard flat, $89 / Michael kors purse / Vera Bradley bracelets bangle / Black earrings, $9.11 / L Erickson floral headwrap
Imagine being pinned to the ground of the hallway, you’ve barely made it through the front door before you’re pushed to the floor as your Dom scrambles to rip off your clothes. Their hands frantic as rage fills their eyes. As your clothes are ripped from your body your Dom’s mouth latches onto any piece of flesh sucking the skin or biting it. Each more painful than the last as your writhe underneath them.
Their rough hands find you soaking wet as they bite your neck earning a whine from you. They have no regard for how you feel as they work their trousers down their legs before pushing straight inside you, their moans echoing in your ear as you moan beneath them. Being used as they see fit as the mark every inch of your skin demanding you to remind them who you belong to
You’re okay, sweetheart. Relax and breathe deep. Slow down your breaths and close your eyes. You’re safe. You’re loved. Lay your head on me and rest.
It’s okay to be angry, afraid, upset. But hurting yourself with those feelings will just make you sick. It’s okay to feel that way, and it’s okay to let those feelings pass, too.
You’ve got a big life to live, and you’ve only just begun. You’re braver than you know; stronger than you realize. Today, just rest. Take care of yourself. Tomorrow will be different, and we’ll face it when we get there.
Men who are soft with you. Who treat you like you’re small and delicate. Who pay attention to what you like and want to make you happy. Who would put you in your place and break you in half.
PSA: Please teach your partner how to choke properly if you’re into that kind of thing.
The point of choking is not to crush the oesophagus, but rather to put light pressure on the carotid arteries to stop oxygen circulation to the brain. So tops, please create a V shape with your hands, which allows the fleshy part of the palm to rest against the oesophagus without causing any obstruction to the windpipe, and press down on the arteries. It’s not about stopping your bottom from breathing completely, but making them lightheaded.
This is very, very important!
Also, please don’t attempt any choking whilst under the influence because your better judgement may be impaired and you can cause some serious damage.
Choking is serious business, if you’re going to engage in it, please be sure to practise it properly and in a safe manner!
crying “daddy🥺 daddy🥺 daddy🥺 daddy🥺” as he’s pounding into my cervix would fix me
sorry not sorry (credits to @arianwen44 for the artwork)
Note: This post was stimulated by one from @daidi-dragan-glas with a similar theme. It's his pinned post and worth seeing.
I've seen posts by or about submissives who fear "being a burden" to a dominant. Who worry that their submissive needs, their anxiety issues, their self-esteem issues, or whatever, might be "too much" for their dominant.
I've also seen submissives who are struggling with something and keep that from their dominant because they don't want to "burden" him with that.
One way of answering that is to say you aren't a burden. But I'll say it a little differently. You are exactly the burden we want.
I can't speek for all doms and I won't presume to say what a "real" dominant feels, but the kind of dominant I am CRAVES that burden. We crave all the burdens. Whether it's the literal burden like your heavy suitcase or the metaphorical burden of your fears and anxieties, or the burden of planning for our travel together or our joint finances, doing what we are able to do to take on those burdens makes us feel fulfilled.
You know how you feel when you play your submissive role, giving us pleasure, looking up to us, allowing us to lead? Playing your role as a submissive makes you feel complete. Well, for me and other doms like me, taking on those burdens completes us in very much the same way. It's doing what we were meant to do.