Ladyjewels

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  • Enchanted to meet you.

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    How beautiful are those words, to meet someone who believes it’s enchanting to meet me.

    My romantic fairytale heart would love to be thought of like that, and to meet someone who I feel like that with.🍀✨🧹

  • Day Dreams in the Bath.

    Submerged to my shoulders in warm water, the soapy bubbles softly popping, the water lapping at my exposed shoulders and breasts.

    It feels like your fingers last night, the bubbles are like the soft kisses your lips left all over them, my nipples harden and remind me how tender they are from your constant attention to them.

    The sponge glides over every inch of my body and closing my eyes, it becomes your hands, slightly ruff, and I again feel the the hands of a hard working, strong yet gentle Man I have learnt to adore.

    The soft bruises on the inside of my thighs is a reminder of your hands gripping them to keep me open and still, to allow your mouth to drink me in, because you were in complete control in that moment.

    The bite marks in strange places make me smile and moan as I remember your soft words as you marked me as yours.

    As I relax and soak in the water, my mind thrilled to belong to you,

  • The Curve’s of a Woman.

    Do you know a woman?

    You might think you do, but untill you have traced the curve of her body with your fingers and lips, you don’t know her.

    Until she has allowed you into her mind to explore her innermost self, her secrets and thoughts, her dreams, you don’t know her.

    If she has not invited you into her soul, and she will only do that when she trusts you not to distroy her, then you don’t know her.

    When she does, you will know her completely and she will be yours forever, until then you don’t know her.

  • I have a Dark side.

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    Cold chains on a hot body making it react.

    Clamps on sensitive areas creating a delicious pain that highlights the pleasure.

    Some days I embrace My Dark side.

  • Her Art.

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    He stood against the beautiful old tree the branches full of lunch green leaves. She had made him undress and placed clamps on his nipples, placed him in a pose She was happy with, commanded him to stay hard. She sat on a silk cushion cross legged, wearing nothing but her stockings and high red heels 👠. Her sketch book opened She began to draw him, catching his expressions as he endured the clamps, as he watched Her hair blowing it the soft wind that wrapped around them both. She looked deep into his eyes and knew he was thinking about the night before when She had made him submit to Her again and again, smiling at his physical reaction as She continued capturing him on the page.

  • Tied up to Rest

    She watched him from the window, his body heavy as he walked up to the house, She knew the day had been hard on him.

    Walking to the door and watching his face go soft and loving as he saw Her was what She looked forward to,having him submit to Her was thrilling, but tonight he needed to relax.

    She took his hand and guided him to the room, kissed him softly and commanded he strip and shower, watching the water flow over the body of the Man she owned, Her pulse quickening, She craved him, but Tonight he needed Her.

    Dressed in a soft, dark, body suit he held out his arms and She slipped the straight jacket over them, caressing his body as She secured it so he couldn’t move.

    She stroked his face and told him he was special to Her and that She command him to rest tonight, placing a soft blindfold on him, She settled him on the bed, tying him leg’s together so he was secure.

    Kissing him deeply She stroked back his hair and smiled, walked to the door and closed it.

    Sitting on the chair in the corner She watched him, he thought She had left, She watched the stress lines on his face slowly relax, his shoulders sink into the bed, he never knew She never left him, for him having his complete control taken away, not knowing how long She would leave him there, giving up completely to Her was what he craved.

  • Instructions in the Rain 🌧️

    Walking out into the pouring rain My heals clicking on the outside tiles, he is standing there waiting, his shirt wet and shaping his body.

    I slowly unbutton the coat watching his eyes go dark as I drop the coat and allow the rain to soak My see through lace bra and suspenders with black stockings.

    My nipples are cold and hard, I stop Infront of him and trace his lips with My finger, leaning towards him I lick the rain from his lips and kiss him deeply, drinking in his moans.

    As instructed he has not moved, taking his hand I place it on my breast, his warm hand a delicious contrast, spreading my legs apart, I place his other hand were I had “forgotten” to add clothing.

    Smiling at him sweetly I lean into him and whisper ” Make Me warm!”.

  • Rewind, Begin Again.

    Take a bullet proof, metal box, take each memory, visual picture, dream, hope and expectations you had inside.

    Open each one touch it and remember that feeling, place them one by one inside the box, remember to cry, laugh, ache and relive them all.

    Close the lid, lock it and place the key deep inside your soul.

    Smile softly, take a deep breath and lower the box into the dark space inside you where it will be safe.

    Turn around and walk forward, there is now space to find something or someone out there that is going to be your next chapter, something or someone who’s going to make the effort to discover you instead of being the one that tries so hard to connect, stop, and let it happen when it’s meant to.🌟🍀✨

  • Expecting too much.

    Some days life makes no sense, I woke up believing as always that there’s My person out there.

    I still believe it, but I am beginning to wonder what it is I am supposed to be looking for in My person.

    There are two special and beautiful Men I have let into the deepest parts of “Me” I have let them see the beautiful, the raw, the ugly, the vulnerable, the strong, and I have sat back and waited for them to let go, expected it.

    But is that fair, is that a bit cruel to throw that much real-life at someone and expect to be accepted completely, to expect perfection and not be perfect in return.

    So no I am not going to just wait around, I am going to be perfect for me and give people time to adjust slowly and see where we go from there.

  • A Man’s Hands.

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    Hands, I love a Man’s hands, They can be artistic with longer finger’s, stained with paint. They can be covered in grease from working with scar’s. They can be softer from writing and typing in the office all day. They can be large with thicker fingers, ruff from laying bricks or lifting weights. I don’t care how they look or feel, except, that they look and feel like the one’s that belong to the Man who has given them to Me for safekeeping.

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