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Ask me anything you desire. You may or may not like my answers.
He held her head up so she had no choice but to look into his eyes. He paused and let the intensity of his eyes penetrate into hers. ”Now, tell me Miss Jones, in exquisite intimate detail, exactly what you did in my absence.”
It was part of the rules of working for him, she had to tell him everything and she would be rewarded or punished based upon her confession. She learned early on not to hide anything from him because the punishment would be incredibly harsh once he found out. Although she felt that he already knew what she was about to tell him anyway.
(via daddyhitsme)
It is always rewarding to be educated.
this is a reward, not a punishment
Is it me, or does he look a little like Kevin Spacey?
Perhaps this a lost scene from Seven?
Spooky!
Keeping my pet in her place.
(via carnivorouscarnation)
My canvas is ready.
That’s why she won’t be answering the phone. So go do yourself a favor my little man boy and go fuck off. She is mine now.
All tied up.
Daddy is very correct in that.
Sometimes she has to practice saying
‘please’.
Daddy says it’s sweeter when she’s earnest.
The heels always stay on.
No matter how naked you get, how tied up you become. No matter what I write on you, or how messed up your hair is, the heels stay on. Why? Hang on… I’ll have to give that one a think.
It’s because they’re heels, right? The purpose is to emphasise the calves, accentuate the rear, and so they’re an objectification tool, first and foremost.
No, that’s not quite right.
They’re also a platform. A stage, for the woman who wears them. They lend you a few inches, bring you to a closer level to the men that so dominate the workplace, or did (although lets not kid ourselves, the ‘workplace’, whatever it may be, is still pretty male-dominated), when heels were first brought in. So the heels go a way of striking that imbalance back in favour of the woman.
Still not quite right.
Oh, how obvious.
It’s both. They build you up but at the same time bring you down. Oh, delicious dichotomy, incredible contradiction. Terrific tension. Forgive the alliteration, but I always get a little thrill when I find a tasty little paradox at the core of something. Conflicting forces, working to create something wholly unique.
So that’s why the heels stay on while I fuck you, tie you up, and call you a little whore. Next time don’t ask questions you don’t want long answer to.
(via fascinantechosedenouveau)