Always.
Always in my thoughts.
indisdesk:


A real Daddy, a good Daddy, is never really gone.
Always.

Always in my thoughts.

indisdesk:

A real Daddy, a good Daddy, is never really gone.

(via princesshoneycunt)




Your girl liked the thought of this. Enjoy my Sir’s cock, him maintaining the slow rhythm as she takes her time.

Your girl liked the thought of this. Enjoy my Sir’s cock, him maintaining the slow rhythm as she takes her time.

(via daddystendertouch)


curioussubmissive:


constrained
craving
needing
wanting
pleading

curioussubmissive:

constrained

craving

needing

wanting

pleading


Your girl wants to give her Sir complete control.
thedeviantthingsilike:

What do you think of this?
mastersir:

masterpet:

Nothing
I own nothing. I am a slave. 
Many things have changed since I accepted consensual slavery. Many things I took for granted. My possessions were once my property. The iPad I love so much and use all the time, my books, my clothes, all things that I enjoy, I once owned. 
No longer.
I own nothing. Master owns me, and owns everything in my life. Whatever I have is His, and I am permitted to use it. From the use of the car, the furniture, my clothes, my toothbrush, everything is His. He rarely denies me any reasonable request. Rarely isn’t never. Sometimes He says ‘no’, to emphasize the point that I own nothing.
It’s the same with my body. It’s not mine, really, not any more. He is free to do with me as He pleases. Let’s not get into the pointless discussion about ‘what if he wants to cut off your hand’. It’s really quite silly. Being told that my body is to be maintained to His standards does emphasize that it’s not my body at all. That He plans to take me shopping and buy all my work clothes to meet His standards, or that I can pretty much forget having a bush ever again are some easy examples. 
The thing is, I am completely all right with this. I accept my status as a slave. I accept His control over me is total. I do more than accept it, I relish it. 
I own nothing. I am a slave. 
~Pet

The last line before the end that starts “The thing is,…..” rings true to a verse in the sonnet that I intend to use as My wedding vows.  ”I love you without complexities or pride, so straight forwardly, that I know no other way than this, that your hand on My chest is My hand, so close that when you close your eyes; I fall asleep.”
Big browny points to the girl that can name the sonnet in My ask box without goggling the text.  ;)
–Master Remus

Your girl wants to give her Sir complete control.

thedeviantthingsilike:

What do you think of this?

mastersir:

masterpet:

Nothing

I own nothing. I am a slave. 

Many things have changed since I accepted consensual slavery. Many things I took for granted. My possessions were once my property. The iPad I love so much and use all the time, my books, my clothes, all things that I enjoy, I once owned. 

No longer.

I own nothing. Master owns me, and owns everything in my life. Whatever I have is His, and I am permitted to use it. From the use of the car, the furniture, my clothes, my toothbrush, everything is His. He rarely denies me any reasonable request. Rarely isn’t never. Sometimes He says ‘no’, to emphasize the point that I own nothing.

It’s the same with my body. It’s not mine, really, not any more. He is free to do with me as He pleases. Let’s not get into the pointless discussion about ‘what if he wants to cut off your hand’. It’s really quite silly. Being told that my body is to be maintained to His standards does emphasize that it’s not my body at all. That He plans to take me shopping and buy all my work clothes to meet His standards, or that I can pretty much forget having a bush ever again are some easy examples. 

The thing is, I am completely all right with this. I accept my status as a slave. I accept His control over me is total. I do more than accept it, I relish it. 

I own nothing. I am a slave. 

~Pet

The last line before the end that starts “The thing is,…..” rings true to a verse in the sonnet that I intend to use as My wedding vows.  ”I love you without complexities or pride, so straight forwardly, that I know no other way than this, that your hand on My chest is My hand, so close that when you close your eyes; I fall asleep.”

Big browny points to the girl that can name the sonnet in My ask box without goggling the text.  ;)

–Master Remus


Yes, everything.
thedeviantthingsilike:

Pretty perfect.
I decide when you breath.
You want to give me everything?
slave-cunt:

After choking me on his cock, he adjusts the rope that will keep choking me until he wants to use my mouth again. Breathing is very hard this way, every breath a slight wheezing.

Yes, everything.

thedeviantthingsilike:

Pretty perfect.

I decide when you breath.

You want to give me everything?

slave-cunt:

After choking me on his cock, he adjusts the rope that will keep choking me until he wants to use my mouth again. Breathing is very hard this way, every breath a slight wheezing.


Thank you Sir. May i have another?
thedeviantthingsilike:

What do you say?

Thank you Sir. May i have another?

thedeviantthingsilike:

What do you say?



I had no idea how much i needed this.

fortheloveofasub:

submissivedreamer:

Hearing this phrase absolutely melts me each time. This phrase means that I can let down all of my defenses. It means that I can stop worrying and let go of my constant calculating, worrying, assessing, analyzing mindset. It means I can allow myself to slip into a state only known to me and him.

This phrase means that I am safe within my submission and that I can explore it freely. This phrase means protection, love, and affection.

This phrase means that I can jump and that he will catch me when I fall.

This phrase means that I can submit.

(via beggingforpermission)