Delicatepandanight - 29 Years Old Man - Tumblr Blog

I keep getting doms in my messages and I just have to say: I don’t think even half of you understand the type of commitment it takes to have a submissive.

A true d/s relationship requires high prioritization. A submissive is trusting you to care for their emotions while you are wielding power of them. This isn’t a dynamic for someone who just wants kinky sex. You need to learn your submissive’s triggers, their trauma, their blindspots, and their nonverbal cues that they are past the point of being able to safe word. It’s not just about pleasure and getting off. You need to be prepared to reassure your submissive that they’re valuable to you as a person. Sometimes you’ll need to know that they need this when they might not know themself. Because to be a dominant is a power role. That power can easily become unbalanced and easily become abusive if you’re not constantly communicating and being conscious of the impact of your words and actions.

To any subs reading this: you deserve a dom who is educated about d/s and truly cares for you as a person. Have high standards. It can suck not to have a dom, but it’s so much more damaging to yourself and your future relationships to have a bad dom than it’s worth.

I love soft objectification. Yes, he's a toy, but he's my toy, and I take very good care of my toys.

Thinking about going out with my sub and teasing them the whole time.. Gently playing with their puppy parts under the table, kissing them aggressively until they go red, resting my hand on their upper thigh every time we sit down.. Then when they start begging me to take them home so they cum, I’ll just act confused and ask them why. Just so I can watch them stumble over their words trying to explain why they’re so turned on. 💘

Some simple facts

Please.

Apollonia Saintclair

Credits to Terubossu

lovey-dovey feelings

BDSM + GFE*

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Kinda wanna dominate a cocky boy who hasn't realised what a subby mutt he is.

Who thinks he is just indulging me by letting me take the lead and order him around.

Who can't hide his smirk when I tell him to strip naked and stand before me, hands at his back, legs shoulder width apart, eyes cast down.

Who bursts out laughing at the thought of calling me Ma'am, or Mistress, but obliges only to mock me.

I want to smile up at him and tell him to trust the process. Just follow my lead, and do as I say, ok?

Praising him when he behaves like an obedient good boy. Punishing him when he acts like a disobedient little brat. Praising him for taking the punishment so well. Punishing him for enjoying his punishment too much.

Chipping away at his attitude one good boy and one hard spank at a time. Building up his confidence in my dominance and his submission.

Until one day he'd gladly put on his collar before assuming the same position as before - smirking again but this time because he knows I'm gonna play with him and he's gonna love it.

Calling me his Ma'am, his Mistress, again, but this time with love and respect that I have earned.

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*GFE- girlfriend experience (established relationship)

Could be us but the internet is in the way

Artist

I just want to eat out a girl for as long as she likes, I don’t care if my jaw hurts, I don’t care if she has been sitting on my face for hours, I just want to overwhelm her with pleasure.

On the Edge of her Lap

"Come here, cutie. I've got a treat for you," I call out into the house. I'm unsure where you are, but I'm certain your ears will perk up at the mention of a treat.

A few moments later, you rush down the stairs, almost tripping over yourself in the process. You're still dressed in your comfy PJs, though with a couple of accessories to mark you as mine. A pretty leather collar around your throat and a cage between your legs that I love to see poking through your bottoms.

"I heard mention of a treat." The excitement in your voice is palpable, and your smile is adorably infectious.

While giggling softly, I ruffle your hair. "Yes, sweetie. Why don't you come into the living room and sit in my lap?" Despite the phrasing, it isn't a question.

Once I've taken a seat on our couch, I stop you in front of me before you can turn to sit. "Just a moment, pretty thing. Let me admire my property." I do so love the blush that spreads across your cheeks when I call you property, as well as the way you try to hide it.

I take my time admiring your body. Mostly just with my eyes, though my hands can't help joining in. A squeeze here, a grab there. I even dare to lift your top, giving your tummy a little tickle.

Satisfied, I sit back. "Okay, sweetie. You can sit down now. But first, take your bottoms off."

"Y-yes, Miss." Your voice is shaky. It seems to be dawning on you just what the treat I mentioned might be unless I've got any sinister tricks planned, but would I ever do such a thing?

Obediently, you drop your bottoms to the ground, leaving your caged self on full display. One too many punishments has taught you to not shy away, despite how bright pink your cheeks might turn at being so exposed. Wanting to save yourself at least some embarrassment, you turn to sit and find yourself pulled so you're sitting with one of my legs between yours. Fortunately, you're small enough in comparison for this to be relatively comfortable and not awkward.

Now that you're in my lap, my hands are even bolder than before. Grabbing, squeezing, teasing. Making sure my property knows exactly who is in control. The pretty gasps that you make only serve to encourage me.

When one hand finally settles on the straining cage between your legs, I bring my lips up to your ear. "Would you like to be let out of your cage to play, pretty thing?" My voice has such a soft, domineering tone that it cuts through what my other hand is doing to the soft flesh of your chest.

There is no question in your mind. It knows to simply agree with whatever I propose, especially when the dommy voice turns on.

"Yes, Miss," you squeak out the response. You're already squirming on my leg. Just the picture of submission.

"Mmmm~ While I know you can keep your hands to yourself, my sweet, I think it would be better if I restrained them for now, don't you think?"

I half expect you to give a joke answer that you've given quite a few times. 'No, Miss, I don't think. You do that for me.' But perhaps I've just gotten you into that sweet, subby headspace too quickly for your silliness since you just nod.

"What do you say?" My finger and thumb give your chest a quick pinch. Just enough to remind you of your manners.

"Y-yes, Miss. It, um. It would be." You trail off into a confused whine, having already forgotten what you were supposed to say. You are simply the cutest, helpless thing.

"Awww, has my little dummy already started struggling to think straight? That's okay. Don't you worry. Miss will take care of everything." A gently mocking chuckle accompanies my question.

"Thank you, Miss." Your voice is soft and shaky. Already, I can hear your breathing, and I haven't even unlocked your cage. It does melt my heart that you trust me to take care of you, to be in control, and to hold a safe space where you can be helpless and dumb.

"Put your arms behind you." The order is plain since I'm retrieving the key to your cage from the necklace around my neck. Another wonderful reminder of who's in charge that you have to look at every single day.

I drape the necklace over your cage, before attending to your hands. The groan that you let out at being made to wait even longer for freedom is icing on the denial cake.

While I don't waste time restraining your hands, I do opt to use a length of beautifully red silken rope rather than cuffs. It adds a certain intimate touch, and more importantly, it gives me an extra excuse to make you wait.

Using you as my rope bunny for the past few months does mean that the simple knot is completed mercifully quickly.

"As tempting as it is to leave you like this all day, restrained and exposed, I did call you for a treat," I tease.

Finally, *finally*, my hands descend to your cage. I have to look around you, which is a tiny bit awkward, but you're too enthralled by the key sliding into the lock to notice whatever else I'm doing.

The *click* of the lock opening sends a jolt through you. Every time it's opened, you jump, even when you have the key. Well-conditioned toy~

Staring down between your legs, you see your cock rapidly swell to its full size (well, as full as it can be considering how much you're locked up) as I pull the cage away.

"So excited~" I coo into your ear. Barely a second later, I faintly trace my finger along the underside of your shaft. It's enough to elicit a series of wanting twitches from your cock and a new series of needy noises from you.

"Mmm. It's so nice to spend quality time with my favourite submissive cutie. I love how the rope looks on your arms. You really do look wonderful all bound up. We should go to another rope class. Oh, and your neck is so pretty. All those marks I gave you last week have nearly faded..." My speech about your body and how wonderfully subby you are continues on and on, teasing and taunting you at every opportunity. I make sure you know just how gorgeous I think you are.

Meanwhile, my hands tease their way across your body. Touching everywhere they can reach, save for the one place you're so desperate to be touched. My lips join the fun too, taking quick breaks between talking about how cute you are to trail kisses along your neck and to softly bite your ear.

Every whimper and moan only seems to add fuel to the fire, encouraging me on and on and on. A final, long, defeated "pleeeaaasseeeee" pauses the exploration of your body.

"Please what, my darling?" My voice takes on a sickeningly innocent tone as if I don't know what I've been doing for the past 10 minutes.

"P-please. I need."

"You need...? Oh, you're all worked up and need to touch? Silly me, how could I not notice? Well, go ahead, sweetie. You can touch; I'm not stopping you."

I feel your wrists strain against the ropes binding them behind your back, telling me you got too distracted to remember they were all tied up.

"M-Miss, I can't. Y-you need to undo the ropesss." I wish I could drink the frustration in your voice. It is already delicious.

"No, sweetie. I can't do that, it looks too pretty to untie. Maybe I can help you in some other way since you're so helpless?" The innocence in my voice fades back to its deeper, sultry tone. The shudder that goes through you tells me you understand the reminder that good little sluts have to tell their Miss what they need.

"I...I..." You're so horny I can hear it even when you're only trying to speak. "I'm too helpless to touch myself, and I need Miss to do it for me because she knows best and her hands feel really, really good," you rapidly blurt out. I suppose speaking quickly is one way to avoid further humiliation. "Please, Miss...Please play with me."

Hearing you drop into begging is music to my ears. I could've told you to beg to begin with, and you would've obeyed. Filling you with so much need that you melt into a subby puddle who acknowledges their helplessness, and begs because of it is infinitely more satisfying, however.

"Well, why didn't you just say so, sweetie?" Before you can let out a whiny retort, a lubed hand grips around your cock. You're not sure when I lubed it up, nor do you really care that you didn't notice. Not much else matters to that slutty mind of yours when I'm running my thumb around the head of your cock.

Lots of practice on my part has taught me exactly how you like to be touched. I grip you firmly enough, but not too firm. Move at just the right speed. Give just enough attention to the different parts of your cock. The ideal balance between bad overstimulation and being boring.

With my other hand trailing across your body, finding those sensitive spots, and my mouth leaving a series of soft lovebites down your neck, it doesn't take long to bring you to that first edge.

I wonder if you actually thought I'd let you cum. The way your body bucks when I stop my hand just before the point of no return is satisfying, regardless.

No amount of begging cuts through what I'm doing to you. There's barely any time for you to rest or collect your thoughts before I resume my assault. This cycle happens again and again, only interrupted to shift you in position or to pull you closer to me.

There's no escape. Edge after edge, I remain relentless. With how much practice I've had playing with your body, it's easy to keep you on that edge for as long as I desire.

Your babbling about being allowed to cum and your protests lose coherency over time. You end up weakly mumbling and moaning, unable to resist or cope with the ceaseless denial.

You don't know how many edges you have endured, but I've shifted you to be sitting across my lap, your head now against my breast and supported by cushions. My blouse is unbuttoned and pulled to the side. When you run out of things to say, you usually want something to keep your mouth occupied. Be it a toy, my fingers, or something else.

Now, all you need to do is suck on my nipple as I continue edging that silly, slutty brain away.

"Remember cutie, there's no need for you to think when Miss can do that for you."

Edge after edge, it continues. With your thoughts eroded by pleasure and denial, it never grows boring, or any less frustrating.

After one particularly agonising edge that managed to keep you teetering for several minutes, you feel something cold press against your crotch.

With a startled jump, you look down to see me holding an ice pack that has significantly warmed up from being frozen to your cock. The whiny noises that emerge from your mouth are clear enough that I understand their meaning.

"Being let out of your cage was the treat, sweetie. Did you really think I was going to let you cum?"

"Yes!" You manage to squeak out loudly as you try to escape the cold that is quickly shrinking your cock down.

"Awww, I can see why you're so frustrated then, lovey." My charming, beacon-of-innocence voice returns. "Hopefully that shows you why Miss is in charge. She knows best."

Despite the gentle tone of my voice, my gaze dares you to disagree with me.

"Miss knows best," you echo reluctantly as you do your best to calm your squirming.

No more than a few minutes later, you're back in your cage, the lock clicking back into place, making you jump once again. The cage is a constant reminder of what you're not allowed to have, as if you needed that. It feels like your whole body is aching for an orgasm that just won't come.

Seeing how frustrated you are, I pull you into a cuddle. "Don't worry, sweetie. Maybe Miss will let you cum next time. But for now, you've had your treat; don't you think that it's time Miss had hers?"

I love when they are taller than me but so submissive. Out in public and everyone sees how mean looking he is. But behind closed doors he's kneeling on the floor begging to "Make mommy feel so good with his tongue" like a whore