General

General

I want you to lock the door I want you to dim the lights I want you to strip me and bind my wrists I want you to slap me hard in the face I want you to push me to my knees I want you to hurt me I want you to enjoy it I want to see the smile on your lips I want to see the mad glint in your eye
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This article focuses on the approach and perhaps ultimate "courtship" of a female Dominant, by submissive or subservient men. It targets points of acceptable and appropriate behavior (manners) towards a Domme. It is of course, written from a Dominant perspective, and based on my discussions with numerous other lifestyle Dommes. Much of today's formal "etiquette" originated in the French royal court during the 1600-1700's. This code of behavior soon spread to other European courts and eventually was adopted by the upper classes throughout the Western world. In general, etiquette was developed as a means of breaching differences to allow communication from a common starting point.
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The handcuffs felt stiff against my skin. Unforgiving steel. I had found I was unable to remove them from the shower bar, or to slip my wrist free. There were still drops of water on my chest, from where she had drenched me a few hours ago. I squinted my eyes when she flicked on the light switch. I saw a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror - I looked sodden and desperate.
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I've noticed a lot of women in this world like to compare themselves to kittens. Kitten-girl. Kitten-sub. Kitten-slut. There is nothing wrong with these girls. They are beautiful and amazing and sexy and would make many men happy. But not me. (Open to read more.)
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Well done, you're dating a person. You've managed to be in a relationship. Nice one. And it happens that the person you're dating has a job. Good on you. Going out with someone who has a job is excellent. Their job involves sex work. No big deal. I work with a medical IT system. It's not that big a deal. Wait, what? Go back.
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Strong is the need to worship To please Him To taste and tantalise Take what He gives me Will I be worthy? Kneeling quietly Nerves and impatience entwined Quivers of anticipation Heart racing Background noise fades Cheeky requests made A slap entices Confidence resurfaces Oral service my way This is my art My devotion I will share His pleasure
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