Monday, December 22, 2014

A tale of a toasty bottom submissive...

She drapes her arms over His body.  Slow breaths leaving her.
Long, slow strokes worshiping every inch He has.

She is allowed four tools, used how He chooses.

The first, a pink g-spot vibrator.

On your knees.
She is drunk on submission, her eyes half open.
She kneels next to him and spreads her legs.  Following commands.

Her body has no choices. No decisions. No control.
He fucks her in just the right spot.

She is trained.
She cries out as the first rush of cum flows down the vibrator.
Her body is not her own.
She is trained.

Each orgasm stealing her breath and her consciousness.

This is the exchange of power.  The very moment that He takes over and I surrender.
There are no limits.

The pretty pink flogger is next.
Such a welcome sound of rope meeting owned flesh.

He directs her every move.
Suck on me.
Now. Turn around and fuck me.

He lays on His back, being serviced.
As His pussy takes Him in, all the way, He clarifies His ownership.
The flogger reigns down with little restraint.  He gives her so much.  This property of His.

There is no room for question, there is no room for doubt, there is no room for stray thoughts.
I am His.  Every. Fucking. Inch.

Number three are the clothes pins.
On her knees, she props her breasts in her hands as an offer to Him.
He is quickly pinching and pulls her first nipple.  This property He loves wants clothes pins, she will get the clothes pins.  Each pinch releases a squeal.  He adorns the breasts He owns over and over lining up the little wooden reminders of ownership.

Now. Dance little puppet.

Suck on me.

She gasps in pain as her breasts move against the restriction of pinched skin.  Gasping, pouting, sucking, worshiping.  Each piece needed for complete surrender.

She is trained.
Pain is no reason to stop sucking, I know better.

Tool number four is an easy choice.  More spanking, please.  The long plastic shoe horn.
She kneels on the floor, facing the couch, bent over.
Her ass is up for the offering.

He drums in a rhythm she can make no pattern of.
She has no formed thoughts.
She only comes back when He focuses His strikes the same tender spot, over and over.
He peppers in a deep strong smack from His hand.  She comes to with a yell.

I am good and toasted and very, very submissive.


  1. This is awesome Pearl, happy for you! Wishing you and your family a very Merry Christmas :)


    1. Right back at you Roz, I hope your holiday was terrific!! Sorry such a long time for a reply. =/

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    1. It was so very needed and VERY sexy! Thank you so much for the comment!!