The New Den

*bites lip*

Yes... once you get that type of relationship, nothing is ever the same.
When you can imagine hearing his voice in your ear, and you body obeys without any other thought.

:eek:
 
I am trapped in this den.

Reminding you that you are MINE.

I am captured in the emotional rib cage where the heart does not seek to be free.


I don't need ropes or chain to ......

It's during these times, pet, when your submission is so complete it doesn't require implements, that I know you are truly and completely mine.

I am bound by the creative pleasure knot, tied to some invisible rope around all of the smallest cells in my soul.



I can’t stop clicking with the weakness of instant vulnerability. Yes, she has prone the inspiration for wanting such tender touching on the other side of my usual brutal imaginings.
 
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