September 20, 2008
ask for what you want
I want you to only address me as Sir.
I want you to start playing with your clit ten minutes before I arrive, but under no circumstances are you allowed to come.
I want you wearing high heels and a short skirt with nothing underneath.
I want your safeword to be carnation, which means, you can yell no all you like, but I will not stop.
I want you ready to bend over my lap struggling as I spank you. Lift your dress up and turn your ass-cheeks red until my hand hurts. And then you’ll kiss it, suck my fingers, make it better. I’ll scold you for making me all hard and wanting, and you’ll straddle me and ride.
I want your explicit consent. I want your permission and submission.
I want you to know how to draw it from me. I am afraid of my own power. I want you to pull these cruelties from me, to beg for them. I want to take your energy and mine into one huge fireball that I will weild and you will receive. I want your surrender. I want you to make me feel like the biggest, baddest top in the room, even if I’m not.
Can you do that for me?
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So fucking hot. And yes - if you don’t ask, you won’t get. So ask lots!
xx Dee
I want you:
1. To stomp into my room, wearing cowboy boots, with nothing on beneath, but a huge, firm hard-on
2. To feel the crazy current, coming in waves - between us
3. To taste my power - know that I can give it up, in spades - ‘cuz I have an abundance
4. To smell my cunt-juice on your fingers all day, and remember how hard you fucked me, with them
5. To impale me on your cock, and tell me what a delicious slut I am.
Can you do that for me?
In the heat of my words, left my old blog address - on my last comment:)