little-reds-tease:

Such a lush day and these are the 2 beauties I came home with.

http://wyredslave.tumblr.com/

http://www.wyredslave.com/

This shirt would be awesome for wearing to the club.

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I was a cheerleader when I was a little girl, Sir…

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Nice dreamcatcher.

(Source: basia-rose, via portraitofadoll)

passius:

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surrenderisland:

slavesinropes:

She even has her own bowl!!!!! Jealous!! AND an outlet right next to her cage!!! ^^

What else could a slave need?

…well, maybe a litter box would be helpful….

(Source: lotekk, via portraitofadoll)

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This is just way too awesome!

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erospainter:

A submissive’s freedom

My freedom from the confines of life come from You, Sir. From the way you speak to me, and tell me to do the things you do. Even though you’re not responding to me, sending you messages makes me feel that you are there in some way. That maybe you’ll read this, and forgive me. Or it’ll remind you of me. Just the fact that I cross your thoughts gives me pride and honor.

kitten-doll:

…I wishh. <3

I love that feeling.

(Source: cuore-di-bambina, via kitten-doll)

kryten2x4b:

You were cooking while I wandered around the house, keeping out from under foot. I wandered back into the kitchen to see if there was anything I could do to help. You said no, it’s just a matter of time for the rice cooker to do its duty. I reached out and started rubbing your neck. We had talked about your hard day, earlier. As I rubbed you relaxed and moaned when I hit the knots. After a few minutes of relaxing, you gently bumped your ass up against my groin, and made a mmmm noise when you realized you were feeling my hard cock.

It triggered me. I grabbed your throat with one hand, your hair with the other and bit your neck. You tried to turn into me for a kiss and after I let you struggle a bit, I let you turn. Kissing roughly I started tearing at your clothes. You shirt was first, I didn’t take it off, just lifted everything enough for your breasts to come free. You were scrabbling to get at my cock with your hands, finally freeing me and pushing my pants down a bit. We worked together to get your pants all the way off, but they got stuck on one leg. We left them, too involved to care.

Right there on the kitchen floor, on your back, my hands on your neck, my cock balls deep, hammering, both of us struggling, almost an angry fuck, trying to cum. The rice was done, we didn’t care, the vegetables forgotten, we focused on each other. Nothing else mattered. My knees on that hard floor, your back, head and shoulders bruised, all in rhythm with our pounding hearts. I felt you clench my cock with your belly as you went over, I was so close but struggling. At the last minute, there went mine, too. Laying on you, feeling the wet heat of our bodies, smelling us and food, then the laughter as we realized how crazy hot that was.

The dogs, staring at us, I think confused as to what we were doing.

That looks like a nice big citrine in the middle. That’s my birthstone.

(Source: pas-de-chat, via unforgivable-sins)

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dastardlydave:

It’s Scarecrow’s birthday today and when we planned to shoot I told her I would shoot anything she wanted today. She wanted a shoot with her Batman tshirt and comic books.

Note, no comic books were damaged in the process of this shoot.

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