The bliss she felt when he tied her was like nothing else. The euphoric feeling she felt lying there washed over her entire body, her mind slowly letting go of all her concerns, the anxiety and stress of the day to day exiting. She closed her eyes and entered the blissful space only he could take her, that only he knew how to put her in. It was why she was drawn to him, why she succumbed to him, why she was his.

Seconds later she felt him, the trail of fingertips on her back, his hands gently consuming her, his lips on her neck, her ear lobe, her lips. His words would fill her ears, her body would react to him like no one else, his torso on hers, their limbs slowly entangling with each other, the joy of two people becoming one, never becoming rote, always special and new, each encounter more intoxicating than the last. When they were together, there was nothing else, the cacophony of the world silenced, the noise of love filling their ears.

Be My Little Whore

I like good girls. Always have.

I’ve never dated the girl that dressed like a slut everywhere we went and I never wanted to. Everyone sees these girls. At a concert, she is wearing the cut spandex. At the bar, her tits are hardly covered. Other girls hate her. Loser guys want her. She has Daddy issues, and not the good kind.

Nope. Not for me.

I want a girl who goes to church. I want to stand next to her and let her know I am a believer too. I want her to take my lead. In everything.

But I want to finger her in the church parking lot. I want to her to slip a toy inside herself in the restroom and hand me the remote. I want to turn it on when the service gets dull.

I want her to be My Whore.

Only mine. Nobody else’s.

The world would have no fucking clue of all the dirty little things I do to her. They’d have no clue of how much she likes it too.

The clerk at the store that morning would have no idea that as I hand him my money, her smell is on my fingers. That the lollipop in my mouth tastes like her sweet wet pussy.

That a vibrating set of panties just got turned on and she is twitching next to me while she staring at the gum display and he is totally clueless why she looks like she is dancing.

“Hurry up honey. We are gonna miss the early service” she says, as her panties are drenched.

Family outings with the aunts and uncles, where I tell her, in front of everyone, “Can I talk to you in private?”, in very serious voice, so they all think we are arguing.

Then in the bathroom I eat her pussy on the little counter until she cums and I force her to try to stay quite as she chokes on my cock down her throat.

I fuck her in public. She wants me to clamp her nipples, choke her, make her cry, pound her pussy and ass, and hitachi her clit until she squirts, just before she helps the less fortunate because her heart is so big. She baby’s me when I get a cold. Cooks me chicken noodle soup with lots of pepper.

My Good Girl. My Whore.

That’s the girl that brings out the best in me.

Scale

subgirlygirl:

“Your wall is so high,” he said, “Has anyone made it over?”

“No,” she replied, remembering the ones who had tried. She kicked off her shoes and clenched the grass with her toes. Monkey toes he always said. She laughed and closed her eyes.

“I think I may know why,” he said thoughtfully. “They tried to break through. They used their dominance like a battering ram and attempted to crush the stones to clear a path inside.”

“A few came close,” she said. “I thought they’d made it in.”

“But they didn’t know their science. It’s simple geology, really,” he explained. “The stones cannot be crushed.” She opened her eyes and looked at him warily, curious.

“Stones are comprised of experiences. Each one a memory, unique in its own right. But over time they interlock.” He pulled her close, laced his fingers through hers. “Gravity insists upon it.

“Their collective strength cannot be demolished,” he went on. “Sure, it can be chipped at. But one man alone cannot make it fall.”

“So I’m doomed,” she lamented with an exaggerated sigh. “Forever imprisoned by years of bad decisions. Until you, my brave knight, wield the mightiest weapon of all!”

“Silly girl,” he smiled. “Do you see a hammer in my hand? A sword?” A flash of confusion crossed her face. “I’m not breaking down anything.”

He stood and pulled her to her feet. “I’m not even going to try.”

The lump came quickly and lodged firmly in her throat. He didn’t even want to try. She slipped on her shoes, head down. Her nose stung with the threat of tears.

“I understand,” she said. “And honestly, I can’t say I blame you.”

He looked at her, paused. Waited until she raised her eyes to his.

“I don’t think you do,” he said. “Understand, that is. I have no plans to demolish. I’m simply going to gather.”

“Gather?” she asked, confused. “I don’t know what that means.”

Again he took her hands in his, lightly tracing the soft pads of her fingertips. “Look at your wall. There are crevices between the stones. Do you see the flowers? Thousands of flowers, every color you can imagine. It’s quite beautiful, really.

“I’m going to gather the flowers. I will find toeholds where I can, and where there are none I will reach to you for a hand.”

Her breath caught; she didn’t say a word. She watched his fingers trace the blue on the back of her hand. “But I need to know,” he went on.

“Will you pull me up?”

© subgirlygirl.com, 2014

subgirlygirl:

Generally speaking, the submissive girl has greater needs. She needs to be touched more. Talked to more. Greater attention needs to be paid to her, especially if there are rules and guidelines outside the bedroom. She needs to know that her actions matter, that the time and effort she’s putting into pleasing you actually pleases you. You need to check-in, touch base, reassure; be diligent with your upkeep and follow-through. If you’re not, if she feels you don’t care, if your directives are empty… the dynamic will die. And if the dynamic dies the submissive girl is gone.

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art-of-domination:

You like being sassy sometimes, don’t you slut? Like challenging me? Seeing if I’ll react. Seeing how far you can push me. Well, you’ve got your answer now don’t you? Not much to say anymore do we? I don’t hear any talking back now. Just the sweet sound of my fingers hitting that sopping wet pussy. It’s amazing how it’s always wet. No matter what. Soon it’s going to be filled to the hilt, slut. My fingers still wrapped around that throat of yours. We’ll see how quickly you can get me to flood you with cum. If I were you, I’d be motivated to make it happen fast….