Tag: female dominance

With a subtle smirk she hands you a small box. “Open it, baby.”

usethepleasureboy:

You smile and lift the top off.

It’s a collar. Your first. She chose it just for you and it’s
perfect. Giddy but unsure what to say, you look to her.

“Let’s see how it looks
on you.”

She takes it from your hand and wraps it around your neck.
You close your eyes as she gracefully slips the end through the buckle, pulling
the strap. The warm material wraps around your neck like a firm embrace. Not too
loose, not too tight. Your heart races and pounds with love.

She lays a hand on your chest. “Darling, your heart is beating so fast. Are you happy?” You are so much more than happy. You are safe.
You are owned. You are hers. But, unable to speak, you shyly nod your head.

“Good.” You feel her grasp your hip. Her finger curls under your new collar and she firmly pulls
your mouth to hers. She pauses for a moment, then bites your lower lip, her tongue tasting you before she releases. You
look into her eyes and her gaze strikes you with awe and reverence. She
smiles.

 “You pretty little toy.
Now you are mine.”

dirtythingsthatturnmeonposts:

I’ve always been a firm believer that cock worshipping isn’t simply done by submissive women.

As a Domme, I too absolutely love to worship my babyboy’s manhood. The difference is that I don’t have my boy’s pleasure in mind but my own. God, I could do this for hours and hours on end.

It’s insane how close this video is to how touch my own boy. 💦♥💦

An absolute must watch/reblog post.

This is without a doubt one of my favourite tags @titan-at-milovana

What would you do to drive a sub crazy?

Apologies for the belated reply. It depends on the guy and their specific kinks/fetishes. But obviously the easiest and funnest is through tease and denial: pleasing them, edging them, controlling them. I give them a taste of what they want, and then take it away; let them know that it’s there, dangle it in front of their faces, but don’t let them have it; even when I’m pleasing them, I taunt them, reminding them that I control their pleasure, and I can just as easily take it away or punish them. There are few things more frustrating than simply not being able to have something tangibly within one’s grasps.

And to make it even better (or worse, depending on your perspective), I take my time, slowly building up to pleasing them. I toy with them, teasing them with kisses and caresses, leaving their senses on edge and them anxious with anticipation of what’s to come. It is this psychological and physical loss of control and frustration that keeps them begging and subservient.