Make me ache

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dominancepowercontrol:

I know anal hurts a lot. That’s why I’m going to do it to you…

dominancepowercontrol:

I know anal hurts a lot. That’s why I’m going to do it to you…

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mypleasuregirl:





Remember little one…your orgasm belongs to me…you may cum only when I give you permission…do you understand…

mypleasuregirl:

Remember little one…your orgasm belongs to me…you may cum only when I give you permission…do you understand…

stern-dominance:

Control your slut. Make her arch for your pleasure. 

Good pain face.

stern-dominance:

Control your slut. Make her arch for your pleasure. 

Good pain face.

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youwontcum:

Please, Sir, let me cum now! I don’t think my pussy can stand any more teasing.

Whose pussy?

Your pussy, sir.

That’s better, it’s my pussy. And my pussy can stand as much teasing as I want.

Yum.

youwontcum:

Please, Sir, let me cum now! I don’t think my pussy can stand any more teasing.

Whose pussy?

Your pussy, sir.

That’s better, it’s my pussy. And my pussy can stand as much teasing as I want.

Yum.

youwontcum:

After she finally understood she would not be allowed to cum very often, she learnt to enjoy his orgasms instead.

Giving him blowjobs is now the most sexual satisfaction she can get. And she’s grateful for every load she gets to swallow.

youwontcum:

After she finally understood she would not be allowed to cum very often, she learnt to enjoy his orgasms instead.

Giving him blowjobs is now the most sexual satisfaction she can get. And she’s grateful for every load she gets to swallow.

youwontcum:

The real session doesn’t end when she’s begging you to let her cum.

It merely starts.

youwontcum:

The real session doesn’t end when she’s begging you to let her cum.

It merely starts.

Reconnecting

I did something today that I haven’t done in a while.

I stopped eating when I was full and took the rest home.

Just spontaneously realized on my own that I was done and it was time to stop. No thinking it thru, no higher brain decision.

I hadn’t realized how disconnected I had become from my body over the last couple of weeks. How much I was throwing myself into mental pursuits and running running running from one thing to the next.

Recognizing that I have all day and no where I *have to* be…I can just…well, BE.

I’ve had “slow down” and “take time for yourself” messages thrown at me from all directions lately and this weekend I’m listening. 48 hours of beautiful time spent in my own company, reconnecting with myself.

The world may be going crazy around me, but I get to choose how I react to that. It’s the only thing I can control and really, it’s the most powerful thing. I don’t have to get swept away.

I can be here, now.

Please, please, please slip in? I want it so much.

Please, please, please slip in? I want it so much.

Day 77

Sometimes, I’m living my life very focused. I’m training for my new job, thinking about what I want for myself and my future. Doing things that give me pleasure and make me happy. Finding activities that fulfill me and throwing myself into them whole-heartedly.

Sometimes, I think I’m getting over Him.

And just when I start to think that maybe I’ve moved on, even just a little bit, I’m hit by something.

I spend 20 minutes sitting in my driveway unable to leave because I am so certain I forgot something, just to realize that I was thinking I had to do one of my prior protocols.

Or I will be driving down the road after work and my mind will pleasantly wander to the next time I will get to kiss my once-Beloved. Only to realize that the warm day dreaming and tantalizing anticipations I used to have are no longer appropriate, because they will not be manifesting.

And I’m hit with this overwhelming sense that I’m really not that over him after all. That I miss him, desperately. That I want to call him and meet up with him and see him again.

But I don’t do that. I don’t initiate contact. He told me he’s not comfortable telling me about his life right now, so there is no *conversation* to be had. And he doesn’t care how I’m doing. If he did, he’d have asked me by now.

Oh, I’m sure he still wishes me the best. He just wants me to be successful somewhere else.

I’m tempted to check his tumblr, but I haven’t in over 6 weeks and it’s such a good streak. I don’t want to ruin it. I know it’s not good for me, that I will get obsessive if I start checking. So I know that I must toe the line and try to put the past in the past and stop letting it intrude into the present.

It’s just so difficult when my conscious mind forgets for a minute and the subconscious intrudes and I forget that I haven’t just had a long but unfortunate absence from him. When I forget that he fell out of love with me. When I forget that I’m becoming someone new and entering a new phase of my life.

When I, for a moment in time, slip back a few months and I’m just a slave heading Home, fantasizing about her Master and the taste of His lips, the feel of His arms around me, and the emotional warmth that fills me from His presence.

And I *ache* for Him again.