Tag: BDSM Lifestyle
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When you Say ‘More’ to Daddy
you whisper you want more—but it’s the way you look at Me when you say itthat tells the truth. That tilt of your chin.That shy-bold breath.That little tremor you try to hidewhen My hand settles warm and firmat the back of your neck. Yeah… Daddy sees all of it. you think I don’t notice the…
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Tell Me Where It Hurts
Tell me where it hurts.Not the surface pain—not the sting that fadesor the shiver that lives skin-deep—but the place you hide from yourself.The fault line under the breath.The trembling beneath the obedience. Because I don’t want the bruise this time.I want the bruise before the bruise—the secret ache you pretend isn’t thereuntil My hands make it honest.…
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The Dominant Within
True dominance isn’t about what you do to others—it’s about what you’ve mastered within yourself. If you want to control, first you must control yourself. Your finances. Your health. Your temper. Your integrity. These are the foundations. Because how can you control anyone else when your own life is chaos? How can you lead if you haven’t…
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I Want to Make You Cry
I want to make you cry.Not from pain. Not from fear.From something deeper—the kind of cry that shakes loose everything you swore you’d never feel again. People hear the word cry and think weakness. Think punishment. Think breaking. But that’s not what I mean. I don’t want your tears as proof of my power. I want them…
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Dominance Isn’t a Performance
Dominance is not a performance.It’s not about cracking whips or throwing floggers.It’s about control. Real control. And that starts with you. It’s easy to grab a flogger, crack a whip, and think that’s all it takes to be a Dominant. But here’s the truth: knowing how to use the tools doesn’t make you a master. It’s the mind behind…
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Bruise you Beautiful
Skin rememberswhat mouths forget.Every mark a testimony,every ache a translation—where silencewas louder than beggingand the bruisewas the only witnessthat stayed. Because this isn’t romance.It’s ruin.It’s devotion carved in nerve endings,loyalty branded in ache.Not whispered promises,but vows beaten deep enoughto outlast words. The bruise doesn’t just prove you were taken—it proves you were claimed.Your body became canvas,and…
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Pray
I am the whisper you can’t unhear.The pulse behind your ribs at 3 a.m., when the ceiling stares back at you.The thought you bury under noise, liquor, lovers, and lies—yet still, I rise when the world gets quiet. I am the truth you’ve known since before you had words.The One that walks with you into…
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The Measure of a Dominant
A Dominant doesn’t announce themselves with barking orders, or come crashing into your inbox demanding you kneel like you’ve been waiting for them all your life. That’s not Dominance. That’s insecurity in a cheap suit. Block it. Move on. A Dominant doesn’t chase attention like it’s oxygen. They aren’t starving for it—they generate it. People find them.…
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The Ghost of Control
You think it’s gone. The power you gave, the trust you placed. You think when the scene ends, it’s over. But it isn’t. It never is. What you gave doesn’t vanish—it haunts you. It breathes with you. It marks you. And that mark never leaves. Control doesn’t die when the cuffs come off. It lingers.…
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S.O.S
S.O.S. It started as a cry from the sea.Three short. Three long. Three short.A code so simple the world couldn’t mistake it.A signal that said: I’m in danger. I need help. Answer me. But here’s the thing—not every SOS comes from a sinking ship.Sometimes it comes from a body.Sometimes it comes from a soul.Sometimes it…
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