
I do like a girl who knows how to put on a show…
Girls - think of something a little bit extreme, and a whole lot perverted, you can do to yourself. Practice it. Then make your man his favourite drink, sit him in his favourite chair, put the drink in his hand, and demonstrate what a filthy, depraved, little whore you are for him. Try to shock him with your dirtiness - lick your fingers and taste yourself, pant and moan load, mutter unspeakable things and depraved desires, spread your flesh and invite him to see within you, come hard, long and loud while he watches. Make yourself the most sexual, perverted, open and welcoming creature in the world for those moments.
Then tell him you are his.
And invite him to do whatever the fuck he wants to you.
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My dear girl, do please struggle as much as you wish. Thrash and writhe and moan and complain. Plead with your eyes. Think over and over how unfair this is, how cruel this is, how I don’t understand how it feels for you, how this wasn’t what you wanted, how this isn’t what you agreed to, how this is just… wrong.
I watch all of your movements, your struggles, your discomfort. I watch your expression, I empathise with your emotions, and read your ‘energy’, for want of a better term. I am very clear about what you agreed to, what you asked for, and what you wanted. Please don’t ever mistake me not caring with me not understanding. Please don’t ever think for a moment that I let you suffer through ignorance, error or mistake. You suffer with my intent, through my judgement, and by my will.
What you want is not what you get. What makes you happy is not my goal. What you asked for is not what’s going to happen. You come to me because I carry the power, and carry it well. You come to me because I give you what you need, not what you want. You come to me because I will push you, use you, take my desire from you.
I know these qualities of mine are so much more appealing in theory, before the ropes go on, than when the visceral reality kicks in. When the discomfort and pain begins; when those intimate, degrading, nasty words are being said to you; when I’m using your body the way that I like, rather than the way you like. But this is your journey, isn’t it? To suffer, to struggle, to be tested, to be used… This is what you need, and this is what I give you. Don’t expect to enjoy every moment of it… don’t expect it to please you whilst it happens… don’t expect it to feel nice or safe or easy…
Just accept that it will give you everything of which you ever dreamed.

Now that strikes me as just about perfect way to spend part of an evening… Now just to arrange a meeting of the right girls at the right time…
A lovely moment of pain… once again, masochists don’t necessarily like pain. It doesn’t feel good. They don’t necessarily ‘quiver in pleasure’ with each blow of the whip. In fact, the pain may well make them hate you for a while. This is the reality of D/s, not the fantasy- it is always a lot more complicated, confusing, and intense than we might write about.
There have been exceptions, but the majority of girls have not liked what I have done to them in the moment of me doing it - it is afterwards that the pleasure, satisfaction, and fulfilment really flows. And after that - once the tears have dried - they quickly crave to feel it again.
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What a cute little one. Surely too pretty to keep outside? Ah well, privileges have to be earned I guess.
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Oh, I do like her reaction to that. It’s good to see a pretty one who really likes the pain.
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And all of a sudden one doesn’t seem enough anymore.
Nice action shot.
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Cellars are convenient places to store things until you’re ready to get them out and use them again.
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So… this girl exists, and spends some of her time posting pictures and sex videos of herself online.
“Oh brave new world, that has such people in it”.






