Sunday January 29, 2012
ariaonthefloor:
ropegetsmewet:
I have yet to experience rope on my toes with some impending consequence… I’m not sure if I want to, but he makes it look sexy. I’ve said it before, but rope work that requires flexing is hot.
Oh, hi, new favorite blog. I miss rope SO MUCH, you guys.
I don’t usually reblog/post male submissives, but hell. I love this. He’s so yummy. And you know it’s my favorite thing, right there: Foot bondage.
(Source: pornoisart)
2 hours ago
41 notes
Sunday January 29, 2012
I can’t figure out if this would be easier or harder than undoing a belt with one’s teeth. Also, I love her expression. As for him? I want to know what’s going on off camera.
6 hours ago
17 notes
Saturday January 28, 2012
kinkpositive:
I think next time I need to be strapped down.
Sir has a rule about squirming during a spanking. If He has me bent over His knee, my hands and feet must remain on the ground or He adds to how long it lasts or additional swats, depending on the implement of choice.
22 hours ago
1,071 notes
Saturday January 28, 2012
ladyoflate said:
Secret Test of Character.
mynameismaster said:
You can, but you both know you won’t. And I’m sure that pleases him.
These are very good points… But then, the brat in me says: “naaaahhh, I’d rip it off anyway.” I wouldn’t. But the brat thinks she would.
1 day ago
3 notes
Saturday January 28, 2012
alittlefrisky:
Living out a fantasy is amazing. I always had a stranger fantasy. You know the one, you catch the eye of a hot stranger and soon you are pushed against a wall or bent over a counter while this nameless stranger fucks you repeatedly. I told Daddy about this fantasy.
One night after we had gone…
Miss Frisky is so lucky… I can’t imagine actually having Daddy go through all the trouble to do this with someone that he didn’t even know, just because I wanted to play with them.
We’ve had talks about stuff like this before, and I’m not sure that it will ever happen. But it’s pretty neat to know that some people get awesome experiences like this rather than all the shitty ones that you hear about…
1 day ago
11 notes
Friday January 27, 2012
There are actually times I really like the hands bound in the front, but when you can pull off your own gag…? Not so much.
1 day ago
23 notes
Friday January 27, 2012
Sir and I don’t really play with dangerous objects such as guns or knives. Even fake ones. I admit, though, that I love fear play. I find it hard to actually be afraid of Him because I know He’s not going to hurt me (at least, not in a way that freaks me out…).
Perhaps it’s a lesson that limits should be pushed a bit harder to entertain that delicious feeling of hairs standing out on the back of my neck.
(via fetish4)
2 days ago
153 notes
Friday January 27, 2012
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Sir:
Turned on?
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Pepper:
Maybe...
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Sir:
Dirty girl.
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Pepper:
Nuh-uh :(
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Sir:
So you're all turned on from a portrayal of violent SM sex and yet you're _not_ a dirty girl?
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Pepper:
*shakes head*
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Sir:
The only thing separating you from being a total painslut yourself is time, since it's inevetible, and you're still maintaining that you're an innocent, non-dirty girl?
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Pepper:
*shifts in seat* Well.
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Sir:
Well, that's not what you're saying?
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Pepper:
Well, it's no fun to admit that you're a dirty girl!
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Sir:
Of course it's not. You're obviously not a dirty girl.
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Pepper:
Obviously.
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Sir:
You don't get turned on at the thought of rough sex.
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Pepper:
I'm pretty sure "rough sex" is the tip of the iceberg.
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Sir:
Mmm hmm. You clearly don't get turned on at the idea of being subjected to pain.
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Pepper:
*squirm* Obviously not.
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Sir:
No. You don't get all wet and twisty at the thought of me tangling my fingers in your hair, dragging you into a dark room, throwing you to the ground, and teaching you a lesson or two that would take days to fade and weeks to forget.
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Pepper:
*shivers* Nuh-uh.
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Sir:
No. You don't hope that I'll let me inner demon out to play with your soft flesh, or that I'll feel compelled to make you scream for it, beg for more, pushing your body to the limit. You don't want to be slapped, choked, whipped, bit, or otherwise subjected to pain as incentives to better serve me. No.
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Pepper:
... what kind of girl would want things like that? :/
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Sir:
Obviously a dirty, filthy girl.
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Pepper:
:/ Obviously
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Sir:
After all, you're not obviously feeling your body thrum in demand for that exact treatment. For the special release that comes from being so thoroughly used.
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Pepper:
*shakes head emphatically*
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Sir:
No. Not at all. You're a good girl. Right?
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Pepper:
Yessir.
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Sir:
Well, it's a good thing you're a good girl. If you were a bad girl, perhaps, like a liar... Well, then I might be forced to subject you to a corporal, corrective ordeal for your own good.
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Pepper:
*pokes fingers together*
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Sir:
I mean, for your own good I might be _forced_ to do something quite severe to help educate you. It'd be my moral responsibility. I'd have to be firm. Grab your neck and drag you to your bed. Throw you down on it, yank down your pants to bare your ass. You'd get a spanking for sure. There's no doubt there. Probably a belting to boot. It's really neccessary to be thorough with these sort of things. I'd have to wash your mouth out too. I hear that saliva from gagging on a cock followed by a good swallow of cum does wonders for that. It could be messy so you'd need to be stripped out of your clothes. I wouldn't want to overbruise your ass, so it might make sense to slap or belt other parts of you to spread out the punishment for your own sake. Your breasts. Your back.
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Pepper:
But I'm not a liar! I *am* a good girl... Ijusthappentoalsokindamaybebeintopaintoo
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Sir:
Of course you're a good girl. And since _obviously_ you didn't lie to me at all, I'm sure you have nothing to worry about.
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Pepper:
... :/
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Sir:
Of course, if you were a dirty girl, or a bad girl, well, then you might have something to honestly, really worry about.
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Pepper:
:(
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Sir:
After all, you wouldn't want any of that, would you? A raw-feeling throat or a sore, tender ass. Marks on your back.
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Pepper:
Of course not...
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Sir:
I didn't think so. Did a post, btw
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Pepper:
I know. I'm trying to think of how to respond.
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Sir:
Other than just creaming your pants over the combination of the thread and our discussion? Of course, since you're a good girl I think there's no worry of that.
2 days ago
23 notes
Friday January 27, 2012
“I had a lovely dinner with you, my dear. Here is how the rest of the night is going to go. You have two choices. Option one, you do what I say and enjoy yourself. Option two… you don’t, and suffer the consequences. Either way, I know that I’ll be having fun.”
2 days ago
22 notes
Thursday January 26, 2012
daddyslittlepiglet:
My favoritest thing is when Daddy comes in after work and I pretend to be asleep
Shhh
I love that game, too! Especially when He knows and sees how long I’ll try to keep the game going when He touches me.
2 days ago
747 notes
Thursday January 26, 2012
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Me:
Anyway. What's up now?
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Sir:
Got momentarily dazed by http://rpattztalks.tumblr.com/
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Sir:
It's pretty fun
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Me:
Wow. But seriously...
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Me:
HE distracted you from my sexy post? You're so gay :p
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Sir:
lol, >_>
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Sir:
Ok, I was writing my post in response to your post. Cause, you know, I'm rock hard.
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Me:
Over Robert Pattinson
3 days ago
4 notes
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.
Thursday January 26, 2012
3 days ago
3 notes
Anonymous
So what choice did you make?
Hello, Anon!
Allow me to visually illustrate for you said decision:
For any of you confused as to the question, it’s regarding this post Mr. P made.
Cum kisses,
Pepper
3 days ago
2 notes
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Once upon a time...
there was a bright young woman with the freedom to do as she pleased and the ability to make any choice she wanted with her life. It was the worst dillema ever, burdening her with the misery of hard decisions and the frightening void of a world without boundaries.
Then one day a Gentleman came along, grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled it back sharply, and asked ever so politely if she'd like to be His property. Breathless and aroused, she said, "Yes, Sir." He put her in a collar, leashed her, renamed her Pepper, stripped her of her clothes, taught her to crawl and trained her to please His cock. She now is required to obey His will in all things. Where there was once a woman, there is now a pet.
She's never been happier.
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