Betticus
FigDaddy!
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Okay, so the original post was mushy and touchy/feeley.
It is however only part of the whole. It tends to skip completely the darker side of things.
Where is the truth of what you feel when you are in control of someone who submits? The power exchange, she gives and I take and in return I do not abuse her. much.
The trust is there but the sadist in me likes to ride the razors edge of that, to keep her off balance mentally. The not knowing is part of the excitement, of course she trusts me but she also knows that I'm capable of going too far, too fast or too hard for her to handle.
What about the part of me that revels in complete and total control of her body? The part that doesn't ask if it's okay but just pins her to the floor and fucks her only because I need the release?
What about the part of me that wants to see a glimmer of fear in her eyes? The part of me that is excited by her tears. The part of me that uses her for my pleasure and not for hers.
Those parts of me aren't in control all of the time but they are always there, ready to be let loose.
This original post may be accurate but only partially so. The whole is of a complexity that denies description. You have to understand that inside me resides every evil compulsion and desire known to man. Those are just well controlled and of course I will care for and cherish to no end the woman that lets me exercise those beasts within me.
It is however only part of the whole. It tends to skip completely the darker side of things.
Where is the truth of what you feel when you are in control of someone who submits? The power exchange, she gives and I take and in return I do not abuse her. much.
The trust is there but the sadist in me likes to ride the razors edge of that, to keep her off balance mentally. The not knowing is part of the excitement, of course she trusts me but she also knows that I'm capable of going too far, too fast or too hard for her to handle.
What about the part of me that revels in complete and total control of her body? The part that doesn't ask if it's okay but just pins her to the floor and fucks her only because I need the release?
What about the part of me that wants to see a glimmer of fear in her eyes? The part of me that is excited by her tears. The part of me that uses her for my pleasure and not for hers.
Those parts of me aren't in control all of the time but they are always there, ready to be let loose.
This original post may be accurate but only partially so. The whole is of a complexity that denies description. You have to understand that inside me resides every evil compulsion and desire known to man. Those are just well controlled and of course I will care for and cherish to no end the woman that lets me exercise those beasts within me.
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