I want to tuck someone in. I had a cyber submissive briefly and I would do it over text. Usually just a long elaborate good night. When I was in Afghanistan I would save my phone calls to my (then) wife (now I am personless) and talk to her as she drifted off. I like being the end of the day for women I care about. In person sometimes I would actually “tuck” her in. Making the covers tight around her.
Hello, beautiful girl. Where are you. I hope you are tasting bliss. Have we finally silenced the cruel voices. If I could gag your negative self talk as easily as I can gag you, the world would be a better place. If I could shade your memories of the things your mother or abusive boyfriend said. As easily as I shade your eyes, I would feel like a hero. It is not easy but we work through it together. Maybe if neither of us feel we deserve someone as wonderful as the other it balances out. Either way please enjoy your peace. When the time is up cupcakes and cuddles are waiting dearest one.
More lovely restrained elegance. This is one like so many others I have posted without a word in the past. I could say new object ready for training. But I just am not comfortable with that. When some say things like that I have concerns over their actual beliefs of consensual. Lets be clear this is one hot fantasy but just that before we begin. Well acted by the wonderful models at RE.
Beautiful woman chained in the dungeon, subject to my wicked whims. Does she remember arriving or did she wake up naked and chained. She struggles with the conflicting emotions craving someone to come. To know she isn’t alone. Knowing who ever comes is likely her captor. Her belly is flooded with ice water at the thought of meeting the man who would do this to her. With her heart racing from constant fear times becomes it own torment. Each moment is hours. I let it stretch out. She is human she needs to see another human even if it is me. When the time is right I politely introduce myself. Letting myself into the dungeon with a flagon of water. She sees me coming, fear and relief trying to share the same face despite myself the expression amuses me. “I know you are thirsty you have been through a lot drink some”. Shaking hands take the water a tiny fearful sip becomes and hungry gulp. Her animal brain activated by the basic needs takes over. Water spills out of her mouth and runs down her body to pool on the floor. There is nothing lady like about the spectacle. “Easy” I try to soothe. “You will make yourself sick” she responds with anger and fear. Demanding to know where she is and what is going on. I sigh and offer a deep apology before I answer. “I desired you, I watched you from afar and could not get enough. I realized that the only thing that would satisfy me was having you wholly and completely. So I arranged for you to be taken and brought here to be mine. I understand that this is distressing” she stammers is shock. “Am I to be ransomed your treatment of me already deserves death” she tries to sound brave. But her voice quavers. I sigh again. “Unfortunately ransom is not the plan. There is nothing they could offer me that I value more than you.” I see beautiful eyes fill with tears as the nature of her situation becomes clear. “Initially this will be very hard” I commiserate gently and continue. “But I am confident you will eventually find life as my slave quite appealing. I promise to be gentle when I can and firm when needed. You must understand my heart beats for you. This was the only way I could be sure. I know you must hate me now but give it time.” — to be continued.
The strictness of this scene is awe-inspiring. Latex, armbinder, chastity belt, hood, blindfold, gag, collar, and chain leash. I hover close to make sure she is ok. I watch for the slightest sign of trouble. Is her breathing regular, is she steady. She might be enduring the bondage but each minute is an hour for me. I don’t regret a moment and the art of it takes my breath away. I may not be touching her but I have never been closer. For her it is a zen like state, neutral mind from sensory deprivation. But I am the warden of her safety. My peace will be elusive until the scene ends. I will not be able to relax until my precious girl is released to after care in my arms. I am honored she trusts me so.
I like the idea of being tied casually and helpless while being present but not the main attraction. Something about this really works for me
There are not many but the images I find like this always move me. Sharing bondage not just as a prelude to sex or as part of sex. Sharing the actual bondage. She is tied but I am close. Let her mind wander, there is nothing that needs to be done. She is perfectly offline. No expectations no demands. She gets to be there and I get to be there for her. We each take our measure of comfort. I feel her breathing slow and deep she drifts off at times. Knowing that she finds so much comfort from me, from this moment fills me with pride. I would be honored to tie you up and hold you. That sounds like the best evening ever.
Kiss the neck from behind just below the hair and little to one side. Kiss hard and strong. Your body stiffens and your eye lids flutter. The soft lips become wicked teeth. I Growl into your ear as the gentle embrace becomes firm. The energy changes from tender to ardor. I need you and I will have you. Suddenly I am holding you up as your legs go weak. I whisper promises in your ear as the room goes fuzzy. You are about to be mine in every way it is possible.
