I will confess i find it hard to resist slipping my hand into the dress of a well presented girl… Naturally, just the ones that I have a particular… familiarity… with. But generally with littler regard for surroundings or circumstances. 
There is something particularly sensual about feeling that slide, feeling the softness of the skin, the weight of the breast, the impression of a nipple on one’s palm… And the expression it tends to provoke is rather delightful to. It can be shock, surprise, indignation… But a good way to give a reminder - you are just care-taker of this body, it belongs to me. To be used whenever, wherever, and in whatever way I choose. Your blushes, squirms or complaints are really nothing to me. My amusement outweighs all of that… Remember your place, and your function.

I will confess i find it hard to resist slipping my hand into the dress of a well presented girl… Naturally, just the ones that I have a particular… familiarity… with. But generally with littler regard for surroundings or circumstances. 

There is something particularly sensual about feeling that slide, feeling the softness of the skin, the weight of the breast, the impression of a nipple on one’s palm… And the expression it tends to provoke is rather delightful to. It can be shock, surprise, indignation… But a good way to give a reminder - you are just care-taker of this body, it belongs to me. To be used whenever, wherever, and in whatever way I choose. Your blushes, squirms or complaints are really nothing to me. My amusement outweighs all of that… Remember your place, and your function.

(via badmanwandering)

Just lie there and consider… have I decided to have a quiet evening? Or decided to exercise my flogging muscles? Or invited some friends over? Or invited some kinky friends over? Or finally gotten around to borrowing that dog I like so much…
What is for certain is that what happens next is absolutely nothing to do with you, nothing you’ll control, nothing you can prevent, nothing you can influence. So consider the ways in which you might be used, and realise that this is simply what you’re for…

Just lie there and consider… have I decided to have a quiet evening? Or decided to exercise my flogging muscles? Or invited some friends over? Or invited some kinky friends over? Or finally gotten around to borrowing that dog I like so much…

What is for certain is that what happens next is absolutely nothing to do with you, nothing you’ll control, nothing you can prevent, nothing you can influence. So consider the ways in which you might be used, and realise that this is simply what you’re for…

(via passius)

Don’t you worry, my dear, in a few moments you’ll be looking back on this moment of discomfort as a time when life was good… or at least bearable.

Don’t you worry, my dear, in a few moments you’ll be looking back on this moment of discomfort as a time when life was good… or at least bearable.

(via passius)

Whilst dressing a girl is certainly pleasurable and fun, sometimes it’s delightful to discover she’s got all dressed up by herself just for your entertainment…
Particularly if she hates it, but knows its exactly that that entertains you…

Whilst dressing a girl is certainly pleasurable and fun, sometimes it’s delightful to discover she’s got all dressed up by herself just for your entertainment…

Particularly if she hates it, but knows its exactly that that entertains you…

(via bizarre-bazaar)

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Anonymous asked: I missed you, like A LOT!

I’m so terribly sorry not to have been around for you… But I’m back! For the time being anyway… 

Just remember, I’m a sucker for attention - so just write me interesting comments and questions now and again…

Having a girl fall to her knees, uncontrolled, through pain is… a delight not to be missed.
That’s when you know you’re getting somewhere. That’s when you know the interesting times are about to begin.
It doesn’t stop when she loses control. It starts when she loses control.

Having a girl fall to her knees, uncontrolled, through pain is… a delight not to be missed.

That’s when you know you’re getting somewhere. That’s when you know the interesting times are about to begin.

It doesn’t stop when she loses control. It starts when she loses control.

(via sadisticwizard)

They say the first hour is the worst.  They’re wrong.
The worst is when I return to you… and then leave again without a word.

They say the first hour is the worst.  They’re wrong.

The worst is when I return to you… and then leave again without a word.

(via slavesdiary)

Why good restaurants should always have a dimly lit area just outside… To my mind, a pleasant night out is not complete without this. 

Why good restaurants should always have a dimly lit area just outside… To my mind, a pleasant night out is not complete without this. 

(via badmanwandering)

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Anonymous asked: i am in love with your way with words and the beauty i find in them, and it is a dream of mine to one day, in the least, be able to meet you in person. (of course i feel like the first step to doing this would be to get off anon, but im not comfortable doing just that, so it may end up staying a dream.)

Ah, the poignancy of beautiful possibilities that go unrealised…

Well, Anon, if you ever reconsider, you know where to find me… I’m really quite charming - and not terribly dangerous - in person you know. 

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Anonymous asked: So glad you're back! I missed seeing your posts on my dash (as well as feeling the little rush I get from them)

Thank you, Anon. And thank all you others for the very sweet messages on my ‘return’. It’s lovely to think I’ve been missed. 

I can’t promise any great consistency of posting, but I’ll try to be around a little more… Thank you to those who have taken the time to get in touch again.

I hope I continue to create those little rushes.