July 2012
June 2012
M's Infernal Cabinet of Desire: One →
cabinetofdesire:
One day, the girl decided that she didn’t want to be free anymore.
She went to him, and asked for his collar.
“Are you certain?” he asked. “Once you are collared, that’s it. You’re mine. Utterly. Mine to fuck, to caress, to torment; mine to lend out, to give away; mine to mark in any way I like. Do you want that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice wavering only a little.
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M's Infernal Cabinet of Desire: One →
thinkivykink:
For how rough the content of its source can get, there’s something so sweet and tender about the first line of this piece. Maybe to non-kinky people it isn’t at all. I guess I’m just weird.
cabinetofdesire:
One day, the girl decided that she didn’t want to be free anymore.
She went to him, and asked for his collar.
“Are you certain?” he asked. “Once you are collared, that’s it....
Watchbe still
I miss things I've never had.
life is too short to miss them,
things like good coffee…
and lip fingering spanks
