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Ah yes, a NEW jungle to prowl, new faces to look into, and personas to read. Always an exciting time.
I,m (according to OTHERS, Hate to sound so presumtuous and self centered to make observations about MYSELF here) a very intuitive,careing, limit pressing Dom.
I have a collared sub,whos on here as well, that defies the imagining in her special gifts...And yes, I consider haveing the ability and desire to BE a submissive a gift.
Its so hard to let go and trust another to lead you into that adrenal/euphoric fog, and hold you there,till the mountians aproach too close, and you have to land the damn plane or Crash and Burn.
I am here as Reader. Thats a hint that I scruitinize, and study my loves and subs, and try to focus on THIER bodys responses, and react accordingly,NOT go by my own set of mentally held series of" Whip this Now, then Tie THAT , and then finish with sticking Those...THERE".
A Dom alone, is a sad and pitiful beast,striking out at a wall is just a good way to wear out a crop,and get labeled as Loser.
So my prime directive is make SURE SHE leaves happy,burning with a firm workout,that didnt frighten her,with a huge damn sack of GREAT images in her mind that her eyes and senses gleaned when the plane landed, and she came back to the world of lucid thought,with postcards from SubSpace all over her body,with MY return adress on them.
If a sub doesnt click with me, I cant get past her walls. And we wont play.
Not MY place to rewire a mind,I just look for a few tripped fuses,and "run what I Brung". Its worked well SO far.
I,m very fond of spankings,(Gets me and KEEPS me harder than stone!) That wave of pressure rolling out from my hand or paddle, as the skin grows a bit, and reddens up. GOD I could do THAT all day. But theres other things needing attending....
So I may tie,chain,harness,wrap...
I may hook vibes,insert ..(imagine on your OWN) and torment orally... I may ge gentle,so gentle it drives one insane.... or I may be a ferocious monster,moving you around the room like a torn pillow,slamming you like a cage fighter out of his cage..
You can count on forced orgasms,because they are a key to unlocking the door that subs tend to hide behind.
I want you to be desperate for me to stop, and as soon as I do, frantic for me to continue.....
I HOPE I havent bored you to tears.
But Im looking here for many things.Expecting none.Suprise me!
Now I,m going to find someone here,and open thier bookcover....... |
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Have you ever been there?
In the room with her before you,waiting on the trip your sending her on,all trembly, and tense.... and then you get close enough to make those tiny hairs on her skin rise up, because your so very, very near. And she MUST wait for it.
Shes kneeling on the edge of the bed....clothes in a puddle in the corner,and her skin is almost glowing. Your hand rises as though its forced, and your fingers slide over the curves and dips of her body.... till she relents, and trys to press back against you.
The thinking mind shuts down, and you shove her face forward to the bed, and pull that fanny upward with a nudge....
and run your hand, held flat,from her back, down to her neck,molding her into a curve,that puts her backside as high as is possible,without demanding a trip to a chiropracter later.
Her tiny pink hiney twitches,her leg has a tremor start...... and you use your command voice, to demand she wetten up. Her cunny spasmns , and she does. Wonders of wonders..... shes a truly RARE jewel...
The first of the hand smacks,make her gasp. And you are relentless,till she clenches hard,and quivers...... you shift gears and targets,and her getting lost in a mental chasm of orgasms is the goal now.
Slide two fingers past her lips,Feel the ridge her clit hides in, and press -release-press.... Order her to prepare, and count her down. Start at 7.... by the time you say 2 shes giving everything she can to hang on, and hold back....... "ONE---NOW!" you shout, and she s gone. Flying loose and wild limbed, churning in the mental wave youve dumped her in...slamming against her own body, in her quest to escape, yet get closer to her feelings.The only way to ramp it higher is to risk her safety,and destroy the room.
She IS a jewel....
And I,m her cutter. Watch her as her facets shine.......... |
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