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Comfort and care in unconventional means. Sometimes someone needs to hurt, but not be harmed.
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgReposted by @benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgThe crop stings. The wax burns. The connection intense & deeply needed. We hurt each other because we're good at it. But hurt turned to sadness. Sadness turned to want. Want to need. Need to desire. Desire is then funneled into more hurt. The kind that we lose ourselves in. You smile; I cry
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgYour body lay bound and covered in burns and wax. The heat’s still there though, a mix of my torment and your lust. I watch as the giggles start to bubble up and you smile as I lift the crop high and bring it down hard on your cunt. The wax cracks, and your giggles turn to moans. #sveros#kinktober
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgReposted by @benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgI'm not worthless. Not disposable. Not nothing.
Not anymore at least. I'm content in my place in the world, even if that place is at your feet with my arms wrapping your leg and my chin on your thigh, looking up, ready to worship. My want is your pleasure. Indulge in me. In us.
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgReposted by @benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgIt wasn't planned just felt right. A walk in the woods, a full moon, running from you and leaving a trail of clothes behind. While I wasn't an exhibitionist, I'd put myself on display for you. But, I never actually thought you'd have me walk out of the woods with your cum drying on my face.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgThe blush of your cheeks was masked a bit by my cum cooling on your face. Neither of us were exhibitionist, but the sight of your cunt as we walked the woods was more than I could take. Your tongue flicked out, tasting its treat. “No my pet, the mess stays until we’re home.” #sveros#kinktober
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgYou kneel, head on my thigh. My thumb grazes your lips and they instinctively open and take it in.
I’m worthless.
I remember your words, how they hurt to hear. I know they are fading, that you can start to see yourself though my eyes.
My pet, you matter, and you are mine.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.org“Not yet. Not until your legs give out, my pet.”
I crave your pain, just as much as you crave my cruelty. So I whip you, over and over letting the whip cut in as your legs quiver. I watch, waiting to see you fall. Pushing you to break for me, to collapse in our shared need for destruction.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgI sit, your collar in my hand. The black and purple leather feels soft as I turn it over, listening to the chime of the small silver bell against the tag reading “good girl”.
You’re not here. Not home. I pick up my phone, open to your name.
Come to me, now my pet . I’m waiting.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgI watch as the rope bites around your neck. Holding tight, I look into your eyes. Watching the lights fade and then flutter close.
You trust me, with everything, with you. And as you go limp I release. Catching you, holding you tight I kiss you deep.
“No. You’re mine. My pet.”
#sveros
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgAnd I realize I forgot…
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgShe was suspended, the whip biting into her skin with each stroke. Her legs had given out long ago, toes having slipped in the mix of sweat and need that ran down her thighs. I pulled the ropes once more and listened to her yelp and whimper. Her lips parted as she shutter. “Don’t you trust me?”
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgPermission is best given when it’s begged for, my pet.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgStay still my pet, this is going to hurt. Let your tears flow free as I carve this spell into your skin. A curse to some, a comfort to you, as I bind you to me for all of eternity. The pain is important, it hurts to get what you want. And, remember this always.
Your pain belongs only to me.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgYou both were so quiet, hoping I wouldn’t wake. Soft giggles and moans floated to my ears as I became the voyuer. Your lips on hers, my two girls enjoying a moment of passion, hands teasing each other to that edge.
“You both seem so energetic. Don’t stop, I’d like to see where this goes.”
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgPlease
It’s such a simple word to display your desperation. That longing feeling you have for my kiss, my touch. For the tight grip of my hand around your neck as I collar and claim you.
Desperation itself is a short leash that makes you kneel as you utter that one simple word.
Please?
@erozetta.eroticallyinclined.orgReposted by @benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgFlustered didn't begin to describe the ache within. It was more than a want and well beyond a need. I craved the taste of his pleasure. Not simply as a treat, but a drug; the high it invoked was unlike anything else. To watch any of it drip to the floor, my ability to worship denied, hurt.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgI watch your eyes follow the motion of my hand, slowly stroking my cock. I can hear the flustered whimpers as you struggle, kneeling and bound tight. Denied your treat, a thick drop of precum falls to the ground.
“Do you desire me my pet? Then clean up that mess and tell me, who owns you?”
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgI guess I’ll just keep that one all to myself, my pretty little pet.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgI’ll play along too, a day late of course.
Of course mines not me, but my beautiful and stunning pet. It has been an honor to watch her come out of her shell and start to see herself the way I see her. As the gorgeous woman she has always been.
@benjamincarlisle.eroticallyinclined.orgBeing free has no attraction. To give in and not think, just listen and obey. A need that makes your thighs slick and heart race. Knowing it is safe to be taken care of in the dark and dangerous ways you craved is comforting.
This is my offer to you, all of it.
Now kneel, my pet, and submit.
#W1PP