BDSM Problem #311
Reading the “Sub of the Day” advertisements by Subway and smiling all over.
(via carnally-vicarious)
(Source: japanwithlove, via ccourtneyraee)
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I’ve seen your face, in those moments where the façade of resistance and struggle has slipped. The look that washed over your features wasn’t one that matched your attitude. It was a look of enjoyment. Contentment in a smile. Belonging in a pair of lidded eyes.
That’s the not-so-great secret that you haven’t quite admitted to yourself. There’s bits and pieces, always bits and pieces, that have managed to make the leap, but the majority of you is still just about rooted in the idea that maybe this is just a fling, that you’re enjoying the hand around your throat, the palms against your arse, because you’re just in that kind of place right now. That maybe it’ll all blow over in a month. Part of you doesn’t want to admit that that kind of place is the kind of place you want to set up shop.
Belonging as a state of being. Not to anyone, or anything, as such. Just being in the right place, having a sense of home that’s something more abstract. Something that you hadn’t even considered when you wandered down this path, straying from the road of what you thought you were meant to do, and now suddenly here you are, face down, arse up, feeling your cunt throb every time I call you a slut. Every time I lay a hand on you, with the force and violence of a lover.
You’re going to admit it. I’m going to put you up on the stand, and you’re not going to be able to lie. You’re going to stammer, I’m sure. Perhaps stutter a little bit. You’ll question the question, try to brush it off to the side as only the desperate and those in denial can. You’ll admit anything else, each time another circle around the truth, getting closer and closer, a winding gyre that’s only ever going to end one way.
You’re going to not only admit that this is what you like, but you’re going to admit that this is who you are. That this is where you belong. And that, beautiful girl, will actually be a truth that will set you free. The façade can fall away, and you can be true, for the first time in your life. True to yourself, true to everything else.
(Source: fofaun)
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Original edit.
If we could turn Angelina….
