Tag: cane

crixusnoir:

Sueños de un Dom

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“Do you understand why you kneel to me tonight?” I tap the cane in my hand as your eyes lift from the floor.  “Because I am submissive to you Sir?” 

“And why do you wish to be submissive to me?” you nibble on your lip “Stop nibbling that is my job…why are you submissive to me?” you try not to smile, so show me your serious look. “Because you command it?”

“No!  Being submissive is about giving yourself to me based on love, trust, and a need for someone to open your mind and body to everything desired.” A smiled “Yes Sir.”  

“If you wish to be my submissive then you are giving me an incredible gift in you and I will do everything to ensure you are nurtured properly. It is an incredibly important responsibility you ask of me.   Are you giving yourself to me completely?” a nod and bite of your lip.  “Stop that…….” the cane swats firmly on your outer thigh as you wince. “…….that is mine to nibble not yours!  Answer properly.” Now my smirk is evident as you look incredibly sexy when you nibble.  
“Do you give yourself to me Completely?” a nod “Yes Sir I am yours.” a warm smile “And you understand the rules, expectations, rewards, and punishments yes?”  another affirmation “Yes Sir I do.”  I reach out my hand as you take it.  I lift you from your knees “Then from this moment you are mine as I am yours.  Forever loved and protected.” A passionate kiss, slow and deep as you feel my heavy hand move over your bare bottom.  A playful swat and squeeze as our smile kiss, scooping you up in my strong arms.  “Welcome home beautiful.”

dreaminglyblue:

delunaobscura:

by Demichev Photo

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When I was at work I kept you in chains.  All you could do was hang there waiting for the familiar sounds of my heavy footsteps and doors creaking open and closed.  I was home and that meant it was time for your master to play.  Mixed with love and fear for me as you saw my silhouette in the door as I walked down the dark stairs to my little dungeon.  

I already had my tie off and my sleeves up tonight and that was never a good sign as was the scowl on my face.  I must of had a rough day but you would be my release.   I walk over and look at you closely.  My rough callous hands moving over your creamy skin.  Sore to the touch where I left bruises last night.  It was a loving exchange as I had held you for over an hour after our encounter.  Tonight would not be so, my eyes were hollow and my breath huffy.

Even the initial touch was abrasive as I pulled out a variety of ropes, clamps, canes, and whips.  You silently waited and accepted everything I did to you.   Nipples and clit clamped and pulled tight.  Canes and whips lashing your body.  Tied, pulled, stretched, used.  Eyes filled with tears, red, bruised, broken with screams escaping.  How wet it made you to be used by your Master.  When I pushed your beaten body down to your knees and fucked your mouth you begged to swallow my warmth but were denied.  I had only used your mouth as a warm up before turning you and laying you over one of the hard wood tables and burying my cock in your ass.   It hurt so incredibly good.  I choked you with my large hands as I punished your body for being so delicious to me.  Then I emptied my warm load of stress into your bottom and pulled free to let it pour from you.  

I was brutal on you tonight as you lay there and wept.  I took your face in my hands and turned you to look in my eyes.  “You are my perfect slave, my slut.”   You smiled weakly at me as I scooped you up into my arms.  What was I doing?  I carried you over to the old cot I had put there months ago and I lay you in it.  I cover you with a blanket and ran my fingers over your hair as you lay there in the fetal position.  “Get some rest…..I will be back in two hours for more.”  Your pussy clenched in anticipation just hoping my cock would be inside you more tonight.   The room went dark as I headed upstairs.  Two hours till you got to be used again by your loving Master.