As much as my blog currently focuses on sadism, extreme control and fantasies, and so on, it is only the tip of the iceberg of what I wholly believe.
This is a beautiful post. Nothing makes me feel right and nothing makes me feel at home more than a soft, feminine woman.
I don’t think anything makes me feel more feminine, more dainty, or more beautiful, than when I’m submitting to a man, more specifically, Daddy. I truly, get to let go of all societal expectations, of being a “strong independent woman” and just let the more primal side take over, my femininity.
My submission oozes femininity, and I’m not just speaking in terms of being sexual, I’m talking the day to day, the more mundane moments in life, where subtleties in our dynamic are there, but no one else really notices. I become more soft spoken, more lady like, I choose my clothing based on his preferences, choose my words more carefully when in his presence. See, his dominance is heavy is masculinity. He believes in traditional gender roles, just as I do, which is why our dynamic works so well; my femininity would be nothing without his masculinity, and vice versa.
I want him to be proud to have me, as not only his submissive, but his girl, his woman.
of course I know how to take initiative and do it own my own.
I am strong, and smart, and perfectly capable of achieving my own pleasure and can aptly handle the challenge of denying myself the same.
but it’s so much better, and I am infinitely wetter, when it’s what he wants and because he tells me to.
honestly: watching netflix together, you’re naked on my lap, shamefully exposed, while I’m fully clothed, I lazily suck on your neck, kiss your shoulders and tease your ear with my teeth. One of my arms is wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, my other hand is busy between your legs but only with very slow, soft motions, not nearly enough to get you where you want to be. Every once in a while I speed it up and start whispering dirty words right into your ear in between some harder bites - and then I stop, whenever you’re almost, almost there
now imagine getting played like this for two or three episodes… or more
“Why are you in serving pose, Princess?”, I enquire as I enter the room, just home from a hard day at work.
“Because I’ve had a really bad day, Sir”, she replies. “Because I don’t want to talk about it, Sir”
“Are you sure, Princess?”, I question in a soft, comforting tone; “You know I’m always happy to listen?”
“Thank you, Sir. I know that. But, I don’t want to talk right now. I need to serve you. Please may I serve you, Sir?”
“On one condition, Princess. We talk about your day in the bath tub together afterwards”
“Yes, Sir. Of course”
“Ok, Princess. Let’s get you restrained. Then I’ll spank the stress away. Would you like that?”
“Very much, Sir. I need you to take me, I want to be lost in our world with only you, Sir”
“Very well, I’m not going to be gentle with you, Princess”
“Thank you, Sir”
Copyright @fantasies-of-a-dominant 2018
Re-posted with new image 2019
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