Caught, bitten and pinned to the earth
Bruised and bloodied knees
I surrender, but not without game
I wait, hands above my head
Eyes closed
Waiting for what is to come
The cool breeze comes
And pushes my legs apart
They are pardoned wide shut
Opened slightly, just enough
To let One see
That they are parted for thee.
✌️?
When I smell wood smoke
It takes me away
To home
Where Spring and Autumn
Drip from my sweat
And everyday
I wear Summer.
Winter warms me
With laughter and love
Warm tea
And cinnamon.
But this is a distant memory
Of what is to be
I will wait
To come.
This is so beautiful, I have to put it here.
XX
Goblin King is the sadist of my dreams. He constructs the labyrinth, learning every pathway of the mind and body, knowing the lay of the land, creating the obstacles and leading beyond limitations - beyond barriers, beyond possibility. Controlled temptations that push and pull more and more, greater and greater to become the person of proper worth.
Press, twist, turn and tie - The Dark King hoists that body up to make it dance and sing. With his masterful mind and hands, each blow, slap, pull, knot, word, he navigates pain and pleasure to deliver his Puppet Whore to the realm of senses. Held on strings, he moves her, bends her and breaks her till she falls to oblivion - no thought other than to be the perfect, depraved, desperate meatpuppet that she is meant to be.
Goblin King controls her restraint and release with perfect precision - denying pleasures, taking her to the extreme edge and then forcing her to plummet to the deepest depths of capability. Bent and broken, what remains she gives to him and feeds his appetite for flesh. She is tortured and consumed as mere nourishment for his need of pleasure.
Debased, pounded and mindless, this puppet desperate to have her devotion taken and forced. Pushed and pulled to extreme lengths, willingly following, her commitment and loyalty to him takes hold. She will sink to the basest depths of the earth to serve her Goblin King.
Dropped below, his hands and words take her there. His Spectacularly Dirty Whore falls at her Goblin King's feet. Taken, broken, released.
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To all the wonderful daddys and their littles out there, this is for you.
My parents are wonderful and have supported me to no end. However, for a number of reasons, namely processing issues and social conditioning, there was emotional repression and distance. I did not feel understood or like I belonged.
Many years of seeking validation, never to be found. I built walls to protect my 'unpleasant' emotions and the possibility of rejection. This, I only acknowledged recently - the desire to be nurtured and protected. For me, this is the essence of what a daddy dominant provides - acceptance, care, non-judgement, encouragement, support, facilitation and pride.
It is not about 'daddy issues' or sexual taboos, it is merely a matter of fulfilling what all humans need - to feel wholly accepted and loved without judgement.
I loosely hold a concept (or fantasy) of a daddy dominant and for some reason I have associated it with a song.
Let's go Cloudbusting Daddy (AKA Donald Sutherland)!
Thanks for making us feel important and providing a place in this world for us. ???
Sadists, I haven't forgotten you - you're up next ?✌️.
My mind is full and relentless at the moment. In my focus on deadlines, task completion, commitments, organising and fun, I feel unsettled and constantly rushed. This is when pressure consumes me of my own volition and I lose grounding.
I forget to stop.
I forget to wait, appreciate and refocus my attention to sitting in solitude.
Contented peace and silence seem distant.
Frenzy taken hold, I fear the dissipation of ecstacy. Selfishly, I cling to the sky, fearing the fall to earth.
But rationally I understand states are temporal and I am expecting too much, being greedy with those feel-good feels
It is time then, to return to a place of peaceful waiting, where I rest and reset my mind
Waiting with my whole attention
Patiently
Sitting and waiting in peace
With need for sensations, my skin meets the world, and I take great pleasure waiting in stillness
Enjoying the silence with my attention put to my body.
The focus on detail and stamina takes me away and rests my mind.
Remember to stop and feel - hear those weary cries.
Sit
Wait
Be
In Peace
So serene ??
To simply sit ?
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
He chuckled at her desperation. This is why he loved to play with her - she was such a willing and responsive delight. He wanted to further explore the inner terrain of this dynamic creature who dripped with desire.
Desperation sat constant just under the surface - the desperation to be without inhibitions and given over to his use and pleasure. Bliss.
Caught between the cock on the floor and one on the door, the divine creature was frozen in fear. Edging for days and a few close calls, here she was - stuck, dripping, pleading.
"Oh but Sweet Whore, you look so delicious like that. Too good not to savour slowly. Your eyes begging, legs trembling, pussy dripping and you willing me to say those words when I let go of your strap."
He retained his grip of the strap with his left hand, slapped her face and caressed her pussy. Stunned with desperation, she did not seem to notice but his touch made her gush. She moaned and he quickly shoved his wet fingers down her throat. She sucked as if they were her only chance.. of relief... of survival.
"Please Sir," she mumbled through strong, forceful fingers, "I would really like to cum; may I?"
"No My Whore, you can take more - always you take more. Now shut that cock-sucking mouth of yours and choke on this like the insatiable whore you are."
He shoves something cold and smooth into her cunt. It vibrates softy. He smacks her asshole five times and releases the strap smoothly till she falls to the base of the cock. She moans and stops her cunt releasing an orgasm.
"Ah ah! Not yet needy whore. Control that cunt of mine!"
She whimpered but does as she is told, "Yes Sir, I will not cum till you say so."
"Good girl. Now show me what a natural whore you are - made for my pleasure. Fuck it and suck it as hard as you can!"
She followed his direction as if she had no need to think about it. No will to choose otherwise. She bounced, winced and squealed a desperate plea as he marked her with his hand till her ass was red and tits tender. His voice grew lower to a growl, he put his cock in front of her face, guided her lower and shoved his cock deep in her throat.
"Cum for me My Whore - cum harder than you have ever cum!"
She plunged down, eyes opened wide, mouth tightened and a desperate moan hummed on his cock. It was deeply felt in her whole body as the water washed through and released all over the dildo and floor. He responded by filling her up with a belly full.
She was once again rendered immobile and he was not done yet. He let her catch her breath and said,
"My best whore, you are made to be fucked - so bendable and resilient - I will take all of you. Now move your ass off that cock!
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Take me to your lair and ravage me for this body needs to be torn. Till I ache as a reminder of my use, my stamina, my capabilities. Till I exhaust my body beyond mobility, my brain melts and my words just hummmm.
Torture and tease me. How I want you to treat me so. Tempt me with your cock till I beg and moan like the whore I am. Take me there - to the highest depravity and drop me. I want to feel the fall and the earth as you take me in the deepest, your spectacular whore as she should be - deliciously and divinely docile.
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I don't want your nice words, your chivalry.
I want you real.
I want you to say little, but observe much.
To know without saying you know.
Your energy does not reside in others.
It is generated in solitude
As you stand apart from the crowd.
Bored by the social simulation,
Your needs are internal.
Your actions consistent to show what defines your purpose.
You know who you are, including your darkest shadow.
And you are not afraid of it.
You are open, present but not a prison.
Not controlling - inspirational - you hold things lightly.
Casually spread naked on the couch, she starts to read with her exaggerated seductive voice. Her confidence is layered with blushing undertones.
Smack.
Her body tightens and words faulter as she continues with more strain in her voice.
Smack.
The shock and anticipation come in quick succession.
Smack. Smack.
Her smile widens as the words struggle to pass the air passage.
Smack.
More force, more impact and more noise. The stinging warmth brings pleasure and her body shows the mind's divide between intake and output.
Smack. Smack.
Her body responds and her determination fights losing control of it as she pushes the words out.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Relentless, her cunt vibrates with pain, pleasure and restraint.
Smack.
Her concentration tested, she calls on more resolve.
Smack.
Her reading is clouded in hysterical giggling.
Smack, smack. Smack.
Forced sounds attempting to be words are pushed out with the joyful, more intense laughter.
Smack.
Almost there.
Smack, Smack.
Full force is used in a series of relentless, loud smacks to the pussy.
Smack, smack, smack.
She fights to keep her legs open as she becomes desperate to finish.
Smack, smack, smack.
The last words spew out as she laughs hysterically, feeling the tingling all over and throbbing in her cunt. They smile with pleasure as he recovers and she thinks about how much his hand must sting, which pleases her. Her laugh calms as she savours the elation of overwhelmed senses and pride. The stinging and throbbing gives her such satisfaction. She relaxes her naked body, closes her eyes and breathes out with a softened sigh.
