Just Because I Put You On Top Doesn’t Mean You’re In Charge.

Look, I don’t want my sub to mechanically stick to a bunch of rules like a robot. I want them to be their authentic self. Of course I want them to obey me, but that doesn’t mean they’re not allowed to be real and express however they’re feeling today. I’m not gonna make them follow orders like a soldier. If they feel sad and anxious, I’ll let them be clingy and allow them to hide from the world behind me. If they’re having a bad day and feel whiny I’ll let them be whiny and make their favourite food and give all the forehead kisses. If they feel bratty and need punishment, I’ll spank them. If they’re giddy, I’ll tickle them until they gasp for air with tears running down their face from laughing. If they feel like crying, I’ll let them be a crybaby in my lap until they feel better. It doesn’t need to be planned. I don’t need to force anything. They just are submissive and trust me with being able to live it out with me however they need it. They’re not holding onto a set of rules with me, they get to let it all go and just be how they wanna be. With me they are free.

Getting to bang your hot boss would’ve been a dream come true if you weren’t already married. But as you only think with your grubby little cock it was no surprise that you gave in so quickly.

So imagine the horror when she sent you a nice selfie of her in those shiny fuck me boots……from the marital bedroom. Seems like she’s dropped in on your wife to discuss your recent performance.

Let’s hope she sticks to your professional activities…..

The hierarchy goes Mistresses -> Slave girls -> Slave boys

Told.

“Mommy thank you for letting me touch my cock”

“Excuse me, did you just say your cock?”

Heaven must be missing an angel, because she's here with me humping my boot. She's pressing her face into my thigh, weaving her little fingers into the material of my pants. Holding on for dear life. Whining, begging with her big wet doe eyes. Gazing up at me in such complete and utter adoration, the likeness borders on that I have only seen in the most pious of church dogs.