Feeling a bit lonely tonight

And the little one has fallen asleep. Keep me company?

April 24 2012 • 11·24 pm
missswoonypants: My favorite of the bunch. Love it. But I’m also thinking raised letters, to embed them into my little slave girl’s skin
April 21 2012 • 10·44 am • 132 notes

missswoonypants:

My favorite of the bunch.

Love it. But I’m also thinking raised letters, to embed them into my little slave girl’s skin

(via ariaonthefloor)

April 21 2012 • 10·43 am • 49,537 notes

(Source: i-v-o-r-y-y, via dailystendhalnitesaudade)

youpeoplearepoison-: longtimefishpie: A cat with a bow tie always lightens the mood  I still have to make Vinny a bowtie. This will be me tonight. Graduation banquet and I’mma be all dolled up.
April 21 2012 • 10·43 am • 466 notes

youpeoplearepoison-:

longtimefishpie:

A cat with a bow tie always lightens the mood

 I still have to make Vinny a bowtie.

This will be me tonight. Graduation banquet and I’mma be all dolled up.

(via certiorari)

April 20 2012 • 10·47 am • 18,065 notes

Love the little turtles. Strong, but fragile. Eager to go explore the ocean.

(Source: translucent-moons, via succubuskitten)

Happiness is seeing the bulge of your cock in her throat
April 19 2012 • 04·40 pm

Happiness is seeing the bulge of your cock in her throat

My kind of empire
April 19 2012 • 03·05 pm • 1,369 notes

My kind of empire

(Source: hiboobs, via moon-called)

eroticimages: I’ll write My passion .. My pleasure .. My life on your flesh and you will wear it .. always
April 19 2012 • 03·05 pm • 255 notes

eroticimages:

I’ll write My passion .. My pleasure .. My life

on your flesh

and you will wear it .. always

(Source: tulipanonero, via be-pleasing-always)

In 2 days

I drive back home. I’m packing up my current life and am already nostalgic.

In one week, almost to the hour, I’m going away for a month. Leaving my little slave girl for that time will be harder than leaving this life I’ve come to know. Reassure me, little one. Ease my troubled my and heart.

April 19 2012 • 12·15 pm
masterandslave: What would it be like to be stuffed into this box? To not be able to hear anything as others walk around, examine your every action and talk about you as though you were not there, as though you did not matter. To ponder what will happen when the heavy locks are removed and the guests are disgustingly horny - a pent up sexual hunger from hours of discussing the pretty morsel?  To know that in the beginning you felt trapped; however, as time ticked by, the steel that held the doors closed really became a security guard, your freedom from the hands, lips, teeth, cocks and cunts that would eventually invade your space, your mind, your body. ~cockdoll
April 19 2012 • 12·13 pm • 143 notes

masterandslave:

What would it be like to be stuffed into this box? To not be able to hear anything as others walk around, examine your every action and talk about you as though you were not there, as though you did not matter. To ponder what will happen when the heavy locks are removed and the guests are disgustingly horny - a pent up sexual hunger from hours of discussing the pretty morsel?  To know that in the beginning you felt trapped; however, as time ticked by, the steel that held the doors closed really became a security guard, your freedom from the hands, lips, teeth, cocks and cunts that would eventually invade your space, your mind, your body.

~cockdoll