Strokes him on and off for about half an hour.He loses track of time, becoming a mass of feelings heading to the edge, the frustration of it being withheld…His head thrown back, the delicious throbbing veins in his neck and his manhood standing out like ropes…Right here is My best part❤️
A D/s relationship,
I think most people look at this as the Dominant always being the Strength and in control, yes, mostly it is and that makes the submissive feel safe and secure.
But we are human, and when a Dominant is able to show a submissive when they are vulnerable, and allow their submissive to see them, not just as the Protective Strength, but as someone who breaks sometimes, and can accept a show of Strength and comfort from the submissive, that builds a feeling of protection and respect that is priceless and beautiful.
I want to be wanted by a flesh and blood, hot blooded Dominant not a robot who just wants a doormat to f*** every day.
And believe me they are out there
This post and picture made me want to paint you.
I would use you as My canvas, make you lay there for hours and study every muscle under My paintbrush.
I would glory in every shiver, every sigh and every moan I was able to pull from you, but you would not be allowed to move unless I wanted you to.
I could test your control, and when you were getting out of control, walk away and sit and watch your breathing and how you try and relax.
Thats when I would begin, again and again, and again.
When I allowed you to cum, it would be magical, and I would capture your eyes and command that you look at Me and make you show Me all you feel at that exact point.
I think I would like that.
She had cooked long stripes of pasta and drenched them in a sweet gooey custard, she had him sitting on the chair, his arms tied and secured at the back and both legs secured and stretched wide over the chair.
Placing the bowl of food between his legs she began to dress her prize in strips of sticky pasta, wrapping each piece slowly, watching his expressions, they fascinated her, smiling she went back to work until the bowl was empty.
Placing her hands on his thighs she leaned in and slowly and gently began to eat her creation, watching him grow and strain.
She gloried in his moans and the taste of him mixed with the creamy sauce.