Anonymous asked: is collaring like a marriage ceremony?
definitely not. for some people it is but for us it isnt. it about letting me have the last bit of her
File this under ‘Things Daddy Might Like For His Birthday’.
(I’m posting pretty girls all day, and this photoset is pure inspiration… enjoy. xo)
(Image by fetishweekly… for the record I now have a huge crush on Hazel.)
“Please let me cum.”
All week, he’d made me edge every six hours. I’d brought myself to the very brink again and again, never allowing myself to break the rules. I wouldn’t cum until Friday morning. I wouldn’t cum without begging.
He was true to his word. Here I was, on the edge again, a week’s worth of neediness throbbing between my legs. There was nothing going through my head except the thought that I needed to cum. I’d die if I couldn’t. I was nothing but a sweaty lump of desperation, a whimpering, panting, soaking wet slut. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hold it for long, wasn’t sure if I’d be able to obey. I just needed him to say yes.
“Please please please please please.”
My expansive vocabulary was gone. I only knew one word, one thing, one need. There was only one man in existence, one man with the power to free me.
He told me no. He said not yet. I knew he would, and yet it hit me hard. It was almost devastating. I was holding on to that orgasm so tight, begging as if I was begging for my life. The next time I said please, there was a sob behind it. My voice was small, and I was small, and he was big, and I was his. He kept telling me to wait, and I kept begging.
“Please let me come. Please. I can’t. Please.”
And finally, he had mercy. One magic word was spoken, and I was free. I came, and I came hard. I came loudly. I came like it was the only thing I lived for. I came gloriously, and it was so overwhelming that it left me in tears.
There was no reason for the crying. My brain was simply overwhelmed and could not comprehend all of the sensation, the emotion, the mind-blowing moment of release and gratitude. So I let it all out, sobbed like a baby, and it was perfect because it was cathartic.
It was perfect because it was for him.
I FOUND A TUTORIAL ON HOW TO MAKE DILDO POPSICLES IM LEGITIMATELy DYING OF LAUGHTER RN
Using legos as a mold box
it is so simple how did I never think of this
I am fucking dying but I need like ten of these okay.
LIFE IS COMPLETE
I need to do this.