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A nice visual definition of a domme. And a beautiful slave. Pretty much everything is awesome in this photo
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It’s too late, now. It was too late half an hour ago, when I made you beg me to tie you up. It was too late two hours ago, when you knocked on my door and I had you take off your underwear before stepping past the threshold. That threshold was the moment, where you gave yourself over to me. When the surrender began.
But that wasn’t when it was too late for you. It was too late last week when you first suggested that we should meet up alone sometime, that you’d love to see where I live, where I work. It was too late the week before that, when we somehow managed to end up with our own corner at the party, you and me in the blackness, incubated from the world. It was too late the month before, when we were introduced. Because you saw me and you decided then and there that you were going to fuck me. But I was always going to fuck you, don’t you see?
It was too late two years ago when you first found that kink website online and didn’t just close the window immediately. It was too late when you were twenty two and someone lent you Sleeping Beauty, and you didn’t give it back when you realised it wasn’t a fairy tale. It was too late when you fell in love with your English teacher at school, and dwelt on the ruler he used to snap against the desks to get your attention. It was too late when you first masturbated to the thought of him using that ruler on you.
It’s always been too late for you, little girl. Too late to say no, too late to back out. You were always going to be here, in my ropes, in my house, under my thumb. You were always going to be mine. I just took my time getting here.
It’s too late to have any second thoughts, now. Far too late.
i’ve done this a few times … it takes a little practice though, because as much as she enjoys getting off, i fucking love watching her getting off. so those shaking hands and body are not just hers, but equally mine. self-restraint is one of my issues once i get addicted, but i’m working on it. and once you reach a certain level of trust, i’ve found it’s amazingly sexy to see that kind of control and obedience in her.
to see that she follows my words, even though she knows very well that her pleasure is just seconds away. that kind of respect, that kind of trust, sacrificing now because she knows how good i will be to her later. the trust of knowing that i would never, ever let her stand unsatisfied in the end. the build-up is amazing. every single time she gets close, you pull it away … until her entire body is fucking shaking with anticipation.
it’s a beautiful thing, that kind of control and trust.
not everyone can manage it though. and not everyone earns it.
08.12.2011 “What A Slut Needs” with Chloe Night
Ugh, I find this really hot!