Tag: Learning trust

  • So he UnderstandsπŸ”—

    (Please understand that before any play, there has got to be a connection, for a Mistress I have to know you, what your boundaries are, what scares you, what triggers you, your insecurities.

    Without knowing you deeply and understanding you, this play would not happen πŸ™πŸ», there is also a safe word and total consent from both sides)

    The above for anyone who doesn’t understand why this would help a submissive form a deep trust and respect for a Mistress πŸ€—πŸŒΉ

    The fantasy (A hard lesson to learn trust, but beautiful in it’s own way)

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    My submissive.

    His hands secured with rope behind his back, his muscles strained at the angle he was placed.

    Just high enough so his heels are off the floor, his legs muscles tense to support him.

    A blindfold over his eyes and ear plugs in so sound is muffled.

    It was going on 40 minutes and the strain was making him shake, he felt helpless and alone, abandoned, his shoulders suddenly slumped and the tears ran from under the blindfold.

    That’s when She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, taking the weight of him slightly and kissing him softly, She let him down and freed his hands, lifted the blindfold and looked into his eyes, wiped a tear from his cheek and smiled at him with pride shining in her eyes.

    “My precious boy, I never left you and you were never alone, I was watching you and waiting for you to understand that I am always with you, that you are Mine and I will be there to catch you when you allow yourself to fall apart”πŸ’•πŸ”—πŸ”—

  • Trust… submissive ⭐

    I stand at the tinted window drinking coffee and watching each emotion racing over his face.

    My beautiful submissive Male strapped to a beam of wood with handcuffs on either side arms spread out the the collar clipped in place so his movements are restricted.

    A thick metal chain attached to both sides of the bar near his hands, throw over a thick branch of the tree he stands under.

    His legs free and standing comfortably, wearing nothing at all.

    He’s been left there for half an hour, with Me watching over him without him knowing.

    I know that there is nobody next door and that the position he is in is protected from anyone else…but, he doesn’t.

    Mmmm it’s time to go play now, smile’s gently knowing he has been feeling exposed but trusting Me completely.

    My good boy πŸ’‹