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» A message from suddenlymrsex:

Bitch, I'm not a bratty sub.

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

yourdearestwatson:

You want to run that by me again?

Or, do you want to be a good boy and shut your mouth?  Until I tell you that you can actually do something useful  with it. 

You call me Sir  at the end of your next sentence, and I’ll take off two.  You call me Sir, to you understand? 

*Smirks* Yes sir. *Enjoying himself*

Ah, finally. Good boy. You only have five more lashes, then. Are you going to count them and thank Sir? 

*Glaring, but says nothing*

[Gives him a harder smack on his arse where he had previously hit] Are you?

Five, sir. *Smirks slightly and relaxes slightly between lashes*

Good boy. [Gives one last lash and then turns him around and smiles down at him] Need tea? Food? A hug? 

» A message from futuresecondincommand:

[shifts eyes nervously and fidgets in place] Um...hi.

futuresecondincommand:

yourdearestwatson:

futuresecondincommand:

yourdearestwatson:

futuresecondincommand:

yourdearestwatson:

Oh, hello.  You must be my new sub. What do you like to be called?

[fidgets and looks to the door nervously] Well…uh…most people call me Seb I guess….that is my name, afterall.

Come in, Seb. [Gestures with two fingers to sit at his feet]

[Walks slowly over but refuses to sit] I…I’m fine. Thank you.

[Sternly points to the floor] I don’t recall asking if you were alright, Seb.

[Looks up daringly, making eye contact] I’d rather stand, thank you. [sarcasm evident in his voice]

If you are to be my submissive, you are to do as you’re told. 

yourdearestwatson:

You can have spankin’s if you’re good. 

** and if Brynn lets me

You can have spankin’s if you’re good. 

» A message from suddenlymrsex:

Bitch, I'm not a bratty sub.

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

You want to run that by me again?

Or, do you want to be a good boy and shut your mouth?  Until I tell you that you can actually do something useful  with it. 

*Lets out a small sound and slowly hisses* You’ve done this before, haven’t you?

Two more for another offense. And yes, I am not unfamiliar with this. 

[Lashes again, on the other cheek, hard as the first one]

*Can feel his skin burning slightly from the lashes and lets out a small breath once John’s done the other two* Offense?

You call me Sir  at the end of your next sentence, and I’ll take off two.  You call me Sir, to you understand? 

*Smirks* Yes sir. *Enjoying himself*

Ah, finally. Good boy. You only have five more lashes, then. Are you going to count them and thank Sir? 

*Glaring, but says nothing*

[Gives him a harder smack on his arse where he had previously hit] Are you?

» A message from futuresecondincommand:

[shifts eyes nervously and fidgets in place] Um...hi.

futuresecondincommand:

yourdearestwatson:

futuresecondincommand:

yourdearestwatson:

Oh, hello.  You must be my new sub. What do you like to be called?

[fidgets and looks to the door nervously] Well…uh…most people call me Seb I guess….that is my name, afterall.

Come in, Seb. [Gestures with two fingers to sit at his feet]

[Walks slowly over but refuses to sit] I…I’m fine. Thank you.

[Sternly points to the floor] I don’t recall asking if you were alright, Seb.

notyouraveragesecretary:

She parts her legs for him effortlessly, arching her back up from the desk and into his teeth, the tiniest sound caught in the back of her throat. He is delicious to her, gorgeously grasping into her stockings, stroking her thighs like they’re the haven he has been searching for. She feels his dominant worship of her, revels in it, watching him pull back breathless, a great prideful smirk in her eyes

Oh, that smirk.  It drove him wild, made his inner dom purr with great need. First, came off the first gardener, then the second with a snap. He would leave on the stockings, of course, but the knickers were coming off. His own eyes, hard into hers with need and pure desire,  he ran his hands smoothly along her thighs to here his fingers dug around her knickers to drag them down and off of her, and allowed them to pool onto the floor. With one hand, he continued the thigh-stroking, and the other hand to hold down onto her, exploring to find her opening and at last, her wet clit that he pressed onto with a single finger, just to try it out. 

» A message from jimthewebspinner:

[Eyes warily]

jimthewebspinner:

yourdearestwatson:

[Pats his knee] Come tell Sir what you need.

… [Twitches, just shuffles toward minutely]

[Pats his knee] What’s the matter, love?

» A message from skullandridingcrop:

I'm always your good boy. [Smug look]

skullandridingcrop:

yourdearestwatson:

Yes, you are. [Strokes his cheek] Would my good boy like a treat?

[Grins] Yes.

Get whatever you want out of the toy box. 

» A message from suddenlymrsex:

Bitch, I'm not a bratty sub.

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

suddenlymrsex:

yourdearestwatson:

You want to run that by me again?

Or, do you want to be a good boy and shut your mouth?  Until I tell you that you can actually do something useful  with it. 

*Lets out a small sound and slowly hisses* You’ve done this before, haven’t you?

Two more for another offense. And yes, I am not unfamiliar with this. 

[Lashes again, on the other cheek, hard as the first one]

*Can feel his skin burning slightly from the lashes and lets out a small breath once John’s done the other two* Offense?

You call me Sir  at the end of your next sentence, and I’ll take off two.  You call me Sir, to you understand? 

*Smirks* Yes sir. *Enjoying himself*

Ah, finally. Good boy. You only have five more lashes, then. Are you going to count them and thank Sir?