Sunday, June 9, 2013

Degrading Love

You thought consenting would keep it from feeling like rape.



You thought consenting would keep it from feeling like rape.

The feeling of firm hands on your hips is reason enough to bend...



The feeling of firm hands on your hips is reason enough to bend over for him.

You know how it feels: you're trying hard, but he...



You know how it feels: you're trying hard, but he isn't enjoying you. Debase yourself. Be creative. Give desperately more. Help him use you more shamefully, more darkly. In words and deeds, beg.

When you aren't good enough, inspire him to be.

Sometimes, I come home to find you've finished your...



Sometimes, I come home to find you've finished your chores, your lessons, your work, and you've spent the rest of your day waiting. Practicing.

When I keep you aware enough to witness my use of you, you feel...



When I keep you aware enough to witness my use of you, you feel uneasy, out of place. The anxiety doesn't disappear without violence, emotional or otherwise.

He makes her into his personal pleasure dispenser, and she...











He makes her into his personal pleasure dispenser, and she revels in the mind-numbing objectification of it. But, look at his hands. He places them consciously, ensuring she feels owned even though she already knows he possesses her absolutely. He loves her.

"Careful. No teeth, wrap my lips completely around him,...



"Careful. No teeth, wrap my lips completely around him, get my throat in position in case he wants to pound it, relax it open in case he just has to piss. Don't forget to hold her open and ready for him. Suck hard. Focus on the taste, the feeling, the degradation. Be for him. I love him so fucking much."

Silent obedience rarely is.

Rookie mistake: making your breakdowns about yourself. Remember...



Rookie mistake: making your breakdowns about yourself. Remember who you're for.

Good marriages all look the same.



Good marriages all look the same.

They see what you are, and a deep part of them reacts. They want...



They see what you are, and a deep part of them reacts. They want to know What, then How, then Why. When they finally ask Who, you bring them to me and answer their questions: "He raped me until I loved him."

You don't hate what I've made you. You hate having...



You don't hate what I've made you. You hate having spent so long as anything else.

He touches you, but you're afraid to touch him. When he...















He touches you, but you're afraid to touch him. When he speaks, you listen more than you respond. His power over you is too self-evident for you to notice. It's no wonder service feels like worship – he's sacred.

Decades together, and you still can't predict how...



Decades together, and you still can't predict how I'll use you. It's rare that you read my intent – I always subvert your expectations. Disempowered by unpredictability, you learn to trust, to be grateful for your lack of control. You're in love.

One day, you ask why I surprise you. "It makes you tighter."

When you stop deserving my abuse, you can begin earning it.













When you stop deserving my abuse, you can begin earning it.

Every rape demolishes your mind. Serving Is. When you rebuild,...









Every rape demolishes your mind. Serving Is. When you rebuild, you're little more than gratitude, devotion, and love. You've left the rest of you in the cave.

One of the commonest angles from which I see you. Ensuring...



One of the commonest angles from which I see you. Ensuring you're pretty in the face isn't enough.

After a weekend away, you feel an unusual filthiness, a...



After a weekend away, you feel an unusual filthiness, a disconnection from who you are and what I make you. You don't feel like my whore; just a whore. You've drifted out of your place. That's why, when I force you back, the torment is welcome, the worthlessness a comfort. I was away, but it's you who's returned home.

Quell your fearful trill. I wouldn't allow this if you...



Quell your fearful trill. I wouldn't allow this if you weren't ready for Forever.

your captions disturb and arouse me...I can't decide if you're actually the perfect feminist dom, or the exact reason feminism is still relevant.

Both, as much as I'm able.

You want there to be a difference between "Does she please...



You want there to be a difference between "Does she please you?" and "Do I please you?"

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