@elle_vegas We do our own sourdough bread for a long time. Happy to answer any questions.
Getting the starter right takes time. Once the starter is good, it's about the right flower, the right water and right folding technics.
Adter thst the magic happens 😉
😈She asked what it means to give up control. I said, you stop thinking. You let go, because you know I’ve got you. She didn’t say anything. Just dropped to her knees. And that’s all I needed😈
BDSM isn’t just about extreme pleasures. One of our favourite games is me controlling your pleasure. I take you right to the very edge… and then I ease off, lowering the intensity of what you feel. I control your body, your pleasure.
Your mind feels like it’s about to explode, and your arousal doesn’t fade...quite the opposite, it builds and builds. Each time I bring you back to the edge, it goes further, feels stronger, more intense.
And after a few rounds, it finally hits you...a real, full...body explosion.
It brings us so close… don’t be shy about the fact you like it..
The first time the rope touched your skin, you tensed up completely. You were excited, but at the same time, afraid of the unknown. Your heart started racing, your senses sharpened. You didn’t know whether to fight, to run… or to surrender.
But you stayed. I took care of you. You followed into the unknown, trusting me completely…
And I didn’t let you down. I didn’t hurt you.
Your mind, your body - you gave them over to me entirely…
And in the end, you were safe..
He decided to teach me how to play chess.
He smells so lovely when he leans over me. I get shivers when he places his hand over mine, showing me where to move the piece. He whispers the next strategy into my ear.
“Patience, darling,” he murmurs, resting his hand on mine when I try to move too quickly.
I can feel his strength, his wisdom, in every word he says. He’s teaching me that under his care, I’m safe… and that every mistake on the chessboard is simply a lesson
People tend to think BDSM is just mindless hitting, that it’s about indulging the dominant person’s sadistic urges and the submissive one’s masochistic fantasies.
But I don’t use this belt to hurt you. I wrap it gently around your wrists, your ankles… I give you freedom. Freedom from having to decide what happens next, from wondering what I’ll do to you. Your submission is, in its own way, a real escape from everyday life.
Did I tie those straps too tight?