Sadism - Blog Posts

Sweet, I know you're just misbehaving because you want to see what pretty colours your skin turns after the impact of my hand.

Because you're curious how much prettier your thighs, your hips, your throat, will look in my grip.

Because you need to show me what a mess you make when I claim what's mind and force your pretty self back into submission.

Don't you worry, my sweet.

I know.

As a sadist a huge part of my own aftercare is entangled with the aftercare of my sub. I need to know you’re ok and that I have tended to you in order to tend to myself. I need to know you don’t hate me. That you enjoyed yourself. I need reassurance. I need to bathe you and be bathed myself. To hold you close. To talk about what we did and how we feel. I love to snuggle clean dry warm and naked under a blanket. To watch a movie we’ve seen a hundred times before but that makes us smile, and it doesn’t matter if we randomly chat through it when a thought arises. To have snacks and drinks and all of the comfort items close by. If we can I would spend the night together, because some times drops can happen several hours later once the endorphins have stopped coursing. Let’s just take our time. This part is just as important as the scene <3

Come squeeze them.

my sadistic Master has choosen a new sexy keyholder for me to increase my agony. She will make an excellent job for sure.

She tortures me on a daily base before sex with my huge, mucle-bound Bully. my sadistic Master always gets His rocks off watching my gorgeous, blonde Crush teasing the shit out of me. The spikes He has ordered for my cage turn my extremely aroused virgin dicklet into a bloody mess and make me squeal like an impaled pig whenever Princess presents Her perfect unbearably hot cleavage far above my crying, tearstained face. To increase my agony and His sadistic pleasure my cruel Alpha Bully always uses the remote for my ball shocker and my vibrating butt plug whenever my swollen, tortured virgin dick starts leaking in its cage.

A Thousand Words

There are a thousand words we need not say, For this image says them all; There are a thousand places you are depraved, Where painted pixels fall.

Your ruby lips are lush with tits Hidden beneath your locks; You don't await a charming date, No prince, but a pulsating cock.

You've a will to please for praise it seems, So kneel at my feet and serve; Open your mouth as I spill my seed, And swallow your just deserts.

When your makeup is smeared and your eyes have teared, You'll have met your purpose well; I dabble my canvas with cum's hot spatter And splatter from spit that fell.

But you are not finished until I've diminished All of that which you were; The pièce de résistance which I'll flaunt Is to scribble the word "WHORE."

Now you are perfect and purgèd and worthless For all but my servicing needs; And with a thousand hot words we need not say, You swallow my cock in greed.