Surrendering to Sin

In the cadence created a new consciousness forms. One that pulls me to its depths. I float there, in that void, struggling to remain in your space, in your now.
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In the cadence created a new consciousness forms. One that pulls me to its depths. I float there, in that void, struggling to remain in your space, in your now.

Licking her lips, she struggles against her bonds, attempting to devour his length. She shudders at the size of it and wishes he had thought to put it somewhere else. Before her words can be spoken, he’s pressing his length into her hot mouth, a groan escaping him as he pushes deeper.

BDSM has encouraged me to speak up, to stand up, to shout out. It’s shown me that we are all equal and if we learn to talk, to listen and trust in the steps, true equality is found

“Just tell me the truth”, she said as I lied. My shame was written on my behind.
She spanked and she pinched, she tore at my skin, but the truth was not easy, laced in sin.

When you look at the definition for the acronym BDSM, I can see where there may be confusion about whether or not it’s a sexual thing.

In the 3576 days that I have been a submissive in more than just my heart, I have completed 98% of my tasks and been punished for 1%. The other 1% is still in the works. Punishments have consisted of 4% of our scenes. Of all our scenes, only 1.3% have been outdoors.

What type of woman will his wife be interested in? Someone thin with perky breasts and narrow hips? A bigger woman with voluptuous curves and plenty of spaces for handholds? Does she prefer brunettes or blondes? Maybe the cute redhead in the corner.

He made her feel like a woman again. He spoke to her with respect and admiration. He got upset when she told him of her husbands' callousness. He would ask for sexy images and compliment her on her beauty, her womanly assets.

We’re currently living in a strange time. One where the love and support of our neighbours and friends have become a threat and keeping to ourselves is the cure. As a race, we are not designed to be isolated, confined, separated.

The Worst of a Good Situation I am an overthinker, 100%. About everything. I have this theory that by thinking something through, even when it’s been thought and re-thought and revised and thought about again, the thinking will make it…