I belong to him
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rolledtrousers: He’d called it ‘Her place’, which, in this swirling world of ownership and property that he was pulling her into, had seemed odd at first. She was his, a truth that was becoming more and more a fact each day, and the idea that she could in turn own any part of him didn’t sit right with her. But she obligated him, if only because it was a place she liked very much. The smell, the feel, the taste… She felt his cock twitch in her hand, the now familiar throb of his blood pumping through it, the size of it visibly swelling, making her whole body exhale, the muscles relaxing as she settled down. Her cheek was against his pelvis, wiry hairs tickling against the soft flesh, and she closed her eyes. Air rushed through her nose, nostrils flaring, and she smelled him. It felt taboo, almost, to enjoy that most basic of senses, dirty, uncivilised. That only made the flare of arousal that rushed through her all the more powerful.  It was right about then that she realised that she had been coming at things all wrong. It wasn’t ‘Her place’ because she owned it, because it was a piece of him that he was giving to her. She had no rights to it, nothing to covet and possess. No, it was ‘Her place’ because it was where she belonged, and where she would return to time and again. It was where she was meant to be, right here, with the sense of him against her cheek, in her hand, filling her nose, her sight. Him, permeating her. 
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darkglittery: Fuck the cupcakes and give me her instead.
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makeithurtplease: The Good Wife’s Guide (13 May 1955) (larger image here) 1. Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favorite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.2. Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you’ll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.3. Be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. His boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.4. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives.5. Gather up schoolbooks, toys, paper etc. and then run a dust cloth over the tables.6. Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.7. Prepare the children. Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces (if they are small), comb their hair and, if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. Minimize all noise. At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.8. Be happy to see him.9. Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.10. Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first – remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.11. Make the evening his. Never complain if he comes home late or goes out to dinner, or other places of entertainment without you. Instead, try to understand his world of strain and pressure and his very real need to be at home and relax.12. Your goal: Try to make sure your home is a place of peace, order and tranquility where your husband can renew himself in body and spirit.13. Don’t greet him with complaints and problems.14. Don’t complain if he’s late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.15. Make him comfortable. Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or have him lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him.16. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.17. Don’t ask him questions about his actions or question his judgment or integrity. Remember, he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. You have no right to question him.18. A good wife always knows her place.
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makeithurtplease: That’s amazing. What you say here is, not the repeated cunt slapping.  (And kudos for giving birth without pain medication!) thestrongsubmissive: Reblogging for the great point made about ‘unbearable’ pain.  People thought I was mad when I actively chose to give birth without pain medication but my theory on pain is this: If it’s the kind of pain that isn’t indicative that you are in danger of actual serious harm - like the natural discomfort of labour, or the pain of relentless cunt-slapping, in this instance - it’s merely a trick.  We can cope with so much more than we think we can, if we are only given the chance to do so.  And if we are given the chance to do so… Just imagine where that could take us. templeofbabalon: I think I could do this for hours - a slow, steady, gentle rhythm. One wouldn’t have to do it hard - it would be something a girl could cope with initially. But repetition would change the sensation, would build it, so that even though my hand fell no harder on her cunt the sensation would build, and build - from stinging, to saw, to jarring. Eventually each slap would seem to thud through her whole body as her cunt and clit became more and more sensitive. It would become unbearable - yet it would not stop. And so she would once again learn that the word ‘unbearable’ is just a lie our mind tells us - we can always bear more. We just have to be given the opportunity to do so.
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girthalgar: “Daddy… I am very sad.” “Oh? And why are you very sad, little bear?” Weeps. “Baby bear, why are you crying?” Hiccups. “I don’t ever want You to leave me, Daddy. I don’t want to be away from You.” “Oh, My love. Up. Come on. Snuggle up. That’s My good girl. Dry those eyes.” Hiccups. “Where are you, baby bear?” Sniffles. ”Home.” “And when Daddy has to go to work, where does He keep you?” Points to chest. “Here.” “And where do you keep Daddy?” Points to her chest. “Here.” “Close your eyes. What do you feel there?” “…Your hand.” “And I feel yours in Me. Do you know why?” “Tell me. Please, Daddy…” “It’s because We’re a part of each other forever and always. Do you understand, cuddlebug?” “Yes, Daddy,” Sniffs. “Forever and always.” “No matter where We go or what happens. Forever and always.” “Forever and always.” “I love you, mine. Are you a happy baby bear now?” “The happiest, Daddy. But…” “But…” “…Can I have some ice cream?” “Yep. You feel better.”
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makeithurtplease: I almost cried reading this. :) So beautiful and so true. That feeling of being cared for is such an important aspect of BDSM. And it is so hard to explain, because people only see sadism and bruises. But it is about this. fringeofdarkness: On Caring. I once brought a submissive to tears in my arms after a particularly intense scene.  I was concerned at first, until I felt the way she was holding me.  These were tears of joy, and I held her tenderly and kissed her cheek.  She began to apologize, and I silenced her, saying that tears of joy were one of the most incredible gifts a Dominant could receive.  As I embraced her, I asked her gently what had brought her tears on. She looked up at me, her eyes pooling once again.  As new tears welled and spilled down her cheeks, she said in the sweetest voice… “Because you care about me.  You really care about me.” I was overcome with emotion, and held her tightly for what seemed like ages.  When at last we separated far enough to lock our eyes together again. I responded… “Yes, I care.  I am your Dominant.  How could I not care about you?” She clutched me again, and more tears spilled.  I remember at that moment feeling almost sorrowful that this beautiful woman had for the first time felt the cares of a Dominant who did not think it beneath him to both appreciate a girl for the gift of herself and for her devotion in delighting him in every way possible. I hope this memory can serve as a reminder to all.  Dominance is about strength, not force.  It is about caring, not indifference.  And it is about the wonderful bond that can occur when two hearts entwine.  Giving is so vital to the survival of a bond in our lifestyle.   When two individuals give of themselves to the other in every way imaginable - magic happens. And tears of joy fall. Often. © Fringe of Darkness 2012
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makeithurtplease: I wonder how it feels to be just a throat…
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Oh please yes…
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