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Do you see her?

The mature woman you think is attractive, has her life together, is accomplished, and comes with the added bonus of purchase: she’s submissive. Jackpot, right? Well, yeah. But let’s unpack that a little.

Look at her.

She is, perhaps, married, or was. She may have children and no help at home, or survived the child rearing and is now looking to new stages in her life. She may have an ex whose sole purpose in life is to score points off her, she may have aging family to care for. Daily, she keeps several plates spinning at the top of tall reeds, and you better believe keeping those things spinning isn’t really an act of choice for her.  If she lets them fall, they shatter spectacularly, people look and gawk and judge her harshly for her failures.

Look at her.

She is in control at all times, because there are no choices. No alternatives for her, not until those delicious few hours when someone places a collar around her neck and leads her to sanctuary. Until someone ensures that it’s okay to leave the reeds, the plates will spin on, awaiting her return. She revels in the mindlessness of no expectation other than acquiescence, the quietude of simply existing.  That is her respite, her renewal. And if, during renewal, she might feel pleasure, so much the better. So much sweeter those achievements, those moments, those peaks.  She knows to value each one.

Look at her.

She is, perhaps, a professional of some sort. She might manage people, or create things. Could be she is a force to be reckoned with, meeting deadlines and keeping the ship in its lane.  Without question, she has been fighting her entire life for the same recognition you take for granted.  She manages her life quite handily, and largely prefers it that way, save for the moments that she would like to put all of it down, to step away.  She revels in not being the steward of lives and lifestyles, if only for a short time, entrusted only to the one person she can surrender herself and her stewardship.  She looked long and hard for that person, and if that one is you, take note.  

Look at her.

Careful, careful thought has gone into the placing down of those burdens.  She has weighed the imperatives that others place upon her against her instinct to succumb to the siren call of tranquility.  She has calculated, and considered, and decided.  There is a deliberateness to the action of transferring power.  The reward meets the risk, and she is equal to the task.  You are her partner in the exchange, and she has faith in your strength and trusteeship.

Look at her.

She has bent for you.  Knelt, bent, allowed herself to be arranged, raised pink and tender places for your inspection and attention and your tools and implements.  She has chosen the fluid exchange of energy, gathering strength from her suffering for you, taking your darkness into her, committing her flesh to the healing of both cell and spirit.  She allows, she chooses, she commits.  Her will unleashes your own and in turn your will keeps hers secure.

Look at her.

Struggle with the deviation from societal norms has left her vulnerable.  She has sought out a place to give away, if only for a short while, her body, her conscious mind, perhaps even a portion of her soul.  With the shedding of her clothing, that nakedness runs deeper than the flesh.  When she is wrapped in blankets and forehead kisses or later slipping into street clothing, she is quietly donning the protective garments of her every day.

Look at her.  Isn’t she fine?

This is an hypnosis file I picked up on a while back. Be aware, this is NOT for the mild person wanting to learn hypnosis.

NSFW

Somno, CNC, I can't think of anything else.

I just want him to see me sleeping and deciding to just do whatever he wants. Flipping me on my stomach and spreading my legs apart so he can sit between them, slipping my shorts and boxers down, just hearing the sound of the fabric running on my skin. Leaving them around my thighs.

Spreading my boypussy open to look at my hole, seeing that I'm already slightly wet. Using his other hand to slide his fingers in me, listening to me whine in my sleep but not bothering to stop. Curling his fingers to rub my g-spot, pressing slowly and lightly but just enough so that I can definitely feel it.

Reaching down to rub himself off to the sounds I make, moving his fingers a little faster just so I make more. Finally just spreading me to slide himself in, groaning to himself when he bottoms out. Waiting for a moment before sliding in and out slowly, just enjoying the feeling of something warm and soaked squeezing around him in just the right spots. Occasionally pushing in until I squirm.

Yea :), ~☆♡~bestie~♡☆~

Exactly this, take me deeper

Your Secret

No one knows this about you, do they? No one would ever guess that under all of it, your just a desperate leaking cockwhore. Not your husband, bf, family, friends. Everyone thinks your so prim and proper, but that's not what you desperately crave in secret is it?

I know though cunt. I know exactly what you are and what you're doing.

I see you scrolling along, liking and reposting every depraved humiliating image you can find.

Cunts being throat fucked, cunts being pissed on, cunts having their ass split open, dumb cunts performing self humiliation for attention.

Its that last one isn't it?

That self humiliation? That's the ones that break your mind, aren't they? Do they speak to you? Do you sit there abusing your leaking gash wishing you were the dumb cunt destroying every shred of dignity for some strange guys attention?

It's what you crave isn't it?

To be ruined in the eyes of a strange man. To be nothing more than a set of holes and tits he comes to when he wants to see a cunt humiliate herself for his amusement.

It's getting worse isn't it. This was all supposed to be just a little fun online, just a little porn. Now look at you. Hand in your pants furiously rubbing your cunt desperate to be some man's ruined amusement toy.

Keep going cumrag, fall deeper, ruin more of your mind. Crush more of your self respect. Destroy more of your dignity.

Just remember each step makes you crave more the next time. Each act only makes you want to ruin more of yourself.

Now the real question is cunt, exactly how deep down this hole will you go?

When doms say:

Come here princess. *opens arms for a hug*

Let me carry that for you baby.

You’re Daddy’s baby and don’t forget it.

*lifts you up so you can reach something or takes it down for you*

Orders for you or cooks for you. (insists on not letting you do either)

Don’t move from this spot okay babygirl.

*has his arm around you or holding your hand in public so you’re close to him*

Are you going to be good for Daddy? *coos at you*

Bottom line is- doms can be hella cute for the right person and it’s not just in a dd/lg dynamic. Also! Some doms (that are not into dd/lg) like to be called Daddy too. A title doesn’t just fit one dynamic.❤️✨

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