cascadiabound
MrTs barmaid
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how delightful!View attachment 2428228
Simply CMnf
Beautiful in its elegance and simplicity.
Her skin.
His hands.
Her vulnerability.
His desire.
they are everywhere... lurking with their clothes on, waiting for the opportunityAdd this to the bucket list. Lit opens up desires you didn't even know you had.
The million dollar question is where do you find willing ladies?
Exciting to think about, although the practibility ofbringing the subject up is challenging.how delightful!
they are everywhere... lurking with their clothes on, waiting for the opportunity
It is lovely to read what you are interpreting into the picture.View attachment 2428653
This is another picture that tells a whole story. One of the things I love about this image is that she has been placed comfortably on an antique fainting couch or divan, looks like maybe velvet upholstery. Having furniture that works well for sex play is a huge plus.
He has her in an obscenely vulnerable position... yet she looks completely at ease in her bonds, her face relaxed and eyes closed. Toes/feet are also relaxed. He seems very attentive to her, bending over... is he checking on her? Talking soothingly to her? Is this the beginning of a session or is he giving her a break? Since her hair is not messed, I'd guess this is the beginning. Maybe he just seated a plug in her ass and is checking to be sure she is okay and accommodating herself to it. She is in such a perfect position for a spanking - I really don't know how he would be able to not engage in some kind of impact play.
I so easily place myself in these images... wanting to be her. Imagining his voice. Imagining the torment started or soon to begin. Anticipating his desires and wanting to please. Calm and waiting to be told what next. Or just used until I'm spent or past. All thoughts wiped away as every fiber in my being gives way to his control, need and desire. This is the gift of submission. The gift of a dynamic of control.
Yes, I love this. I will write a story.View attachment 2431106
Tell me a story about this one. What is their plan for her? Did they win her at a fundraising auction? Or did the gentleman holding the leash decide to bring her out to play with his friends.
Tell me a story. Make it erotic and wrapped in control.
Go!
P.S. please post here on this thread. This is my trial balloon to see if this idea of folks l writing what they see/feel in response to images might be a workable stand alone thread. I'm curious about where other people's imaginations go. The things you see that I don't.
Testing testing testing 1, 2, 3
Is this mic on?
Bueller?
Anyone home?
Even with the blindfold she could tell they weren’t alone. She knew there were other men in the room. She could smell their cologne, hear the soft rustle of their clothes, feel their eyes on her.View attachment 2431106
Tell me a story about this one. What is their plan for her? Did they win her at a fundraising auction? Or did the gentleman holding the leash decide to bring her out to play with his friends.
Tell me a story. Make it erotic and wrapped in control.
Go!
P.S. please post here on this thread. This is my trial balloon to see if this idea of folks l writing what they see/feel in response to images might be a workable stand alone thread. I'm curious about where other people's imaginations go. The things you see that I don't.
Testing testing testing 1, 2, 3
Is this mic on?
Bueller?
Anyone home?
Such a well described scene, yes…Even with the blindfold she could tell they weren’t alone. She knew there were other men in the room. She could smell their cologne, hear the soft rustle of their clothes, feel their eyes on her.
Slowly her master undressed her, exposing her to their gaze. He knew she loved this. He knew she craved this. She knew that he would keep her safe and take good care of her.
When eventually he collared her, she dropped almost automatically to her knees. Her submission was almost a reflex by now. He’d trained her so well.
She could hear the men talking about her and recognized their voices. She knew most of them professionally, had exchanged business cards with them. She knew she was destroying her reputation but didn’t care. She was so turned on, so wet.
They were going to make her suck their cocks. One at a time, they’d make her service them. They were going to cum on her upturned face until it was dribbling off her chin onto her tits. She would be such a good little whore … .
Perfect words Cas.View attachment 2427308
It's woodstove weather again here in Cascadia. Perfect for being naked all day and all night. Naked for him. Available and ready. Always.
I'm still puzzling over what the story of this image is.
These men have met to discuss a business matter over drinks, away from the lawyers and employees and other sundry witnesses who would normally constrain them and prevent frank communication. The woman is waiting to serve them in whatever capacity they choose. They may require she bring them additional drinks, perhaps even food if the discussion goes on long enough. They may celebrate their eventual compromise with her body, taking her together as a further way of cementing their collaboration. If the discussion goes poorly she may be called upon to console one of the men, being dragged by an arm to a private space where his frustration is able to safely ground itself in her body and he's able to find release and a few hours of rest before confronting the results of the night. So she stands naked before them, expressionless, careful not to interrupt their intercourse, ready to serve them however they choose, and hopeful they reach a satisfactory resolution.I'm still puzzling over what the story of this image is.
The mirror that reflects her back to us the viewer, and also to her is such a big part of why this image draws me in.
The men are comfortable. Seemingly in their element and relaxed. The man on the right is smoking a cigarette which makes me wonder if it's somewhat vintage or perhaps European? The neckerchief feels like a nod to the French perhaps?
With those thoughts in mind my imagination goes to this being a brothel or high end escort business. The men have come in search of pleasure for hire, they have been given drinks and one by one a handful of women have been brought to them for consideration. She us elegant in her posture, beautiful heels and nothing else. She seems to be unashamed of her nakedness and understands she is a commodity- her actual services for sale.
I rarely post images that project such a profound sense of objectification in the absence of intimate relationship - but this one pulls me into that CMnf headspace. Of being completely available within some framework of safety.
There is something strangely erotic about their almost casual disinterest. I find it impossible to believe they are actually disinterested- but perhaps caught in a moment of shall we or not? Do you want her? If you don't want her is it okay if I choose her? As if they are negotiating with each other with an artiface of disinterest.