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Let me love you! ❤

Let me love you! ❤

I just can't get enough of @bunnymina! <3

I just can't get enough of @bunnymina! <3

I bet I could pin you to the bed pretty easily. Would you st..

I bet I could pin you to the bed pretty easily. Would you struggle?

Domme-ologue: To Share Love with my Thighs There are few thi..

Domme-ologue: To Share Love with my Thighs

There are few things in life more pure than a mistress sharing love with her sub. In my most humble opinion, the best way for a mistress to do this is through her thighs. No, you dirty boy, I don't mean BETWEEN her thighs, I mean with her thighs themselves. There are few things that are more relaxing and more stress-relieving than when one rests their subby head on my thighs. The pure, consecrated love shared during those most intimate moments when a sub can relax, can give in, and embrace their feelings are what true love is made of, when the bond between mistress and sub are the strongest.

When a good boy lays his head in my lap, I know that my responsibilities as a mistress are at their most vital. It's my time to open my heart to my sub and grant him permission to embrace his most delicate self. I must create a space where he can feel safe, relaxed, cared for, and loved. It is only then, that a mistress' true work begins.

Stroking his hair all the while, I know that it's my duty to care for him, to listen to his needs, his struggles, and his worries, and to convey the love I have for him by responding to those needs. Cooing love and validation into his ears, wiping away his tears, and letting him know how much I cherish him, are the most important acts of love I can show. When he feels brave enough to open his heart to me, hardened by toxic masculine ideologies, then I know he loves me with his whole heart, and I know I must respond in kind.

Life is so hard for everyone, and kindness is the key to surviving the trials we all face. It can be so hard, especially for a man, to allow others in, to share his struggles, his fears, and his hardships, instead of just pushing them down. I believe, that in the safety of a woman's thighs, a man can finally allow his guard to fall, can finally open his hard and be honest with his feelings. In those moments, it's my job to validate him, to comfort him, to tell him that I'm proud of him and that I see how hard he works, and cherish every moment we spend together.

A mistress' job is not just sexual in nature, not just pain and pleasure; it's to shoulder the responsibility to caring for and nurturing their sub. A sub grants so much power and authority to their mistress, surrendering their agency to one they love and trust. It's a mistress' job to respect that most precious gift, and provide the love, guidance, and care that their sub so desperately needs.

When I say that there are few things more pure than giving love with ones thighs, I mean that there are few things more pure than an open, honest, and caring environment, nurtured by the mistress, which allows the sub to truly be free, to embrace themselves, and to love themselves by knowing that how they feel and what they've gone through is seen, valid, and most of all, accepted. You are loved, my beautiful subs, now please, lay your head on my lap and let me share my love with you.

The final work of art from my Lipstick Kisses series, featur..

The final work of art from my Lipstick Kisses series, featuring @bunnymina, the most beautiful girl in the world, now covered in my love and kisses!

Thigh Therapy: It's Okay To Be SubmissiveYou don't need to f..

Thigh Therapy: It's Okay To Be Submissive
You don't need to feel ashamed, it's okay to be submissive. Enjoy my Thigh Therapy ASMR session where I make sure you know just how wonderful and valid it is to be a submissive man. <3

Time for the final part of my Lipstick Kisses series! In thi..

Time for the final part of my Lipstick Kisses series! In this video, I cover @bunnymina with kisses, so she can see the love and care I feel towards her. Isn't she just a work of art?

Today's video is part 2 of my first Lipstick Kisses series! ..

Today's video is part 2 of my first Lipstick Kisses series! Special thanks again to my cutie Brian for motivating me to make these videos! Now that you're all covered in my kisses, I think there's one more spot that needs attention. I can't wait!

This week I'm posting a 3-part series on Lipstick Kisses! Sp..

This week I'm posting a 3-part series on Lipstick Kisses! Special thanks to my cutie Brian for turning me on to such a fun idea! Today is part 1, where I shower you in my kisses, leaving plenty of kiss marks so you know that you're loved! I hope you enjoy!

Who's a good boy? It's you! ❤

Who's a good boy? It's you! ❤

Here's a little treat, from me to you! ❤

Here's a little treat, from me to you! ❤

Did today's Domme-ologue make you hard?

Did today's Domme-ologue make you hard?

Domme-ologue: Brainwashing Through PleasureMy primary sub Bu..

Domme-ologue: Brainwashing Through Pleasure

My primary sub Bunny and I have been together for years and years now. We've tried a great many things in our time together, and continue to explore new things all the time (you can check my profile for examples), but today I want to tell the story about one of the first things I ever did to her, back when we first got together. This isn't the story of the first time she called me Mistress, or the first time I tied her to the bed and had my way with her. Those delightful stories are for another time. Instead, this is the story of how I brainwashed her into being able to enter subspace with a single word.

She was quite new to being a sub to a mistress, so we took things slow at first. It started with me being the dominant one in the bedroom, topping her and bringing her to peak time and time again, until she was a drooling puddle of dopamine. Then it grew to her taking orders from me, both in and out of play time. She was very obedient, the embodiment of a good girl (though her bratty side continues to come out regularly). As she got used to her new role as my sub, I slowly escalated things more and more. Before she knew it, she found herself restrained to the bed, screaming in ecstasy as I brought her to peak after peak, yelling my name as she fell over each edge. Needless to say, she enjoyed every minute of it.

But it was then that I had an idea. I'm a big fan of psychology, having studied it casually throughout my life, and I became fixated on the idea of Pavlov's Dog. For those of you who don't know, Ivan Pavlov conducted an experiment where he conditioned dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell. He trained the dogs to associate the sound of the bell with food, ringing the bell each time the dogs were given food. Over time, the dogs learned to associate the sound of the bell with food. I wondered, could I do something similar with my Bunny? It could be fun, so let's give it a try.

The experiment started slow, casual, something she hardly noticed. Each time I was deep inside her, pressing my fingers into her happy spot, or between her thighs, sucking the life from her button, as she approached her peak, I would bring myself back up to her face, kissing her deeply until she reached the edge. As she crested, exploding outwards into bliss as she screamed my name, I would whisper into her ear "consent". That's it, just one simple word. But I did it again and again, with each orgasm, each blast of pleasure she experienced, I whispered "consent" into her ear, building the association between the ultimate pleasure and "consent."

At first, she didn't notice what I was doing, being too lost in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, but on occasion she would notice and ask me, "why are you saying consent?"

"Never you mind little Bunny, just relax and enjoy the pleasure."

"Yes Mistress."

As I said, this continued for months and months. I built the connection deeper and deeper, and over time I noticed a change. Every time we would watch something and the word was spoken, she would visibly stir, shifting her legs, squeezing her thighs, and looking towards me. It was working.

Eventually, I decided it was time to show her what I'd done. It was a regular day, like any other, and I came up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and whispered "Well Bunny, do you consent?" The result was immediate, her legs almost gave out as she went weak in the knees, a moan escaping her lips. She turned to face me, her eyes glazed over, already deep in subspace, "Yes Mistress."

The conditioning has lasted to this day, years and years later. My poor Bunny always gets horny and subby whenever anyone asks for her consent. It's the cutest thing, my own little Pavlov's Slut. Sometimes she gets a little frustrated, stamping her foot and grumbling, but she knows she loves it. And in the end, what could be better than being turned on by the idea of consent.

I believe in you! ❤

I believe in you! ❤

Thigh Therapy: Have You Had A Hard Day?I'm so sorry you're h..

Thigh Therapy: Have You Had A Hard Day?

I'm so sorry you're having a hard day. Enjoy my Thigh Therapy ASMR session where I give you the love, comfort, and validation you need to make it through the hard days. <3

Today's video is my first with @bunnymina! We kiss and grope..

Today's video is my first with @bunnymina! We kiss and grope and have an all-around great time together! Keep an eye out on Fridays, I'll regularly be posting videos of Bunny and I getting into trouble and having fun. Things only escalate from here!

Here's a little sneak peak from tomorrow's video! That's rig..

Here's a little sneak peak from tomorrow's video! That's right, tomorrow is the first video of @bunnymina and I together! Prepare for some titillating girl/girl action!

What do you think?

What do you think?

Tell me about your day sweetie

Tell me about your day sweetie

Such a sweet boy, liking Mommy's post! ❤

Such a sweet boy, liking Mommy's post! ❤

What did you think about my earlier post? Do you need some l..

What did you think about my earlier post? Do you need some love?

Domme-ologue: What Men Really NeedWe hear all the time about..

Domme-ologue: What Men Really Need

We hear all the time about what men supposedly need. Men need to take charge, men need to be Alpha, men need to be macho, men need to be dominant! All things that shoulder the burden on men, weighing them down with responsibilities, expectations, and requirements by which their masculinity must be defined. In my opinion, nothing could be more toxic.

The truth is, what men really need is to be silly boys. All these expectations, all these rules and requirements, in truth, they do nothing but hurt men, weigh them down, and hold them back. What you really need is to let go, to relax, to empty that pretty little head of yours and let someone else take control, let your mistress take control. No need to burden yourself with so much responsibility, let your mistress take care of you. You don't need to be a big, strong manly man, a leader who takes charge and leads his troops into battle, all you need to do is let it all go and do what Mistress tells you. Get back in touch with your inner silly boy, your inner good boy, and let your mistress take the wheel.

We've all seen it; men's mental health is awful right now. Men feel so alone, so unheard, and so weighed down by life. It's hard out there, but being a man and carrying that burden is a trial too great to bear. Why live like that? Instead, put your head on your mistress' thighs and tell her how you feel. Pour your struggles, your suffering, your deeply buried feelings, and all the negativity in your heart out onto her thighs, so that she might share your burden and free you of your pain. Open your mind and heart to her and shrug off the burden society places on you. Only then can you let it all go and free yourself to be a silly boy.

And what's so bad about being true to yourself, about being a good boy for your mistress? In exchange for the freedom from your burdens, you get praise, pets, milkings, and the privilege to serve the woman you've devoted your life to. Through servitude, you find freedom and acceptance, you gain the ability to be who you are without reservation, without shame or fear; what could be more masculine than that?

I argue that what men really need is to give up the toxic masculinity they've been spoon-fed since birth. Throw away all the bullshit and trauma gifted to you by your forefathers, free yourself of your shackles, and embrace the silly boy you still have inside yourself. There are plenty of women, of mistresses, out there that would love nothing more to embrace you for you, to carry your burdens and take care of you with the love and care you deserve. Don't be afraid, my good boys, embrace who you are and what you truly need. I know you can do it, and I'm so proud of you for being brave enough to try.

Thigh Therapy: I Am So Proud Of YouI know you probably don't..

Thigh Therapy: I Am So Proud Of You

I know you probably don't hear this often enough, but I'm proud of you. Enjoy my Thigh Therapy ASMR session where I make sure you know just how proud of you I am. <3

JOI: Come Home and Fuck MeI’ve been so horny all day and I n..

JOI: Come Home and Fuck Me
I’ve been so horny all day and I need release! When are you going to come home? Hurry back and fuck me, please! In this video, you’ll get to watch me beg for you to come home and fuck me, and I make sure to spare no details when I tell you exactly how I want you to breed me. Enjoy!

This week's video is called Come Home and Fuck Me! I was so ..

This week's video is called Come Home and Fuck Me! I was so incredibly horny, needing you so bad, that I made a whole video where I beg you to come home and breed me. I can't wait for you to see it!

What do you think? Has the running been paying off?

What do you think? Has the running been paying off?

I wish I could just cuddle you right up! ❤

I wish I could just cuddle you right up! ❤

How's my good boy today? ❤

How's my good boy today? ❤

Tell me about your day, Handsome ❤

Tell me about your day, Handsome ❤

Domme-ologue: Your Tongue Was Made For Licking Me CleanI've ..

Domme-ologue: Your Tongue Was Made For Licking Me Clean

I've spent the last few months training for a half-marathon, and it's been going really well. I've lost some weight, put on some muscle, and turned myself into the tall, fit, spooky domme of my dreams.

I've even made my pet join me. Part of gentle femdom means requiring that you to take care of yourself, after all. It's been going well for her too. Her tummy has gotten so toned, her hips so defined, her thighs perfectly sculpted, and her breasts have never looked so big and perky; my own little bimbo Bunny.

I woke up early on Saturday, as I often do. My pet is definitely not a morning person, so she elected to sleep in. Of course, only after I gave her some gentle loving and positive affirmations, praising her on how good she looks and feels, ASMR-ing some loving dialogue into her ear, and gripping her well-defined hips from behind and thrusting some loving dry humps against her breedable ass. Needless to say, she drifted off to sleep full of love and sub-spacey thoughts.

I decided to go for a jog instead. We had a busy day planned, so I wanted to squeeze in a workout before things got crazy. After a brisk 10k run, I finally arrived back home to see my sweet little Bun nesting on the couch, sleepy and full of need. My first thought was "god, I need a shower". My second thought was "why waste the water?" But, to put my plan into motion, I need to do some coaxing first, get my sleepy girl up and at 'em, ready to serve.

I plopped down next to her (hey, running a 10k is tiring!), letting her run her fingers through my messy dark hair, slick with sweat, and encouraged her to take in my scent, ripe from the workout. She loves my sweat and my stink, so immediately she started nestling closer. All according to plan.

Once she'd had her fill of my scent, her need for me growing, it was time to put my plan into action. She's a mouthy brat, and a chatterbox, so you can imagine all the talk, talk, talking she was doing at the time, but her desire was present. She was awake, alert, and interested. And so, once I got properly fed up with her chatting, I took her chin between my thumb and index finger, drawing her up to look into my eyes and said "is talking all your tongue is good for? Why don't you put it to better use and lick me clean." Her eyes flashed, first in annoyance, but then with hunger, desire.

"Down on the floor please, start with my feet and work up. And make sure to get my toes as well, I know how you love worshipping them."

And so, my now delightfully horny sub set to work, peeling off my soaked socks, servicing my feet and toes, running her tongue along the arches of my feet, licking every drop of sweat off of me. She worked her way up my calves, and while she may be my Bunny, she went to work like a cat trying to clean her kitten, soft and rough, and full of need. Taking off the rest of my clothes, she spent her time running her tongue along my thighs in long motions, getting herself hot and bothered before dipping into my center, the perfect treat half-way through her service. There's nothing she loves more than my core hot, ripe, and sweaty, and I enjoyed myself several times before commanding her "you're not done yet!"

With a whimper of protest, she resumed her task, cleaning every inch of me, so that not a drop of sweat remained. Unfortunately for her, it took much too long, and we had much to do. So, with a pat on the head and a "good girl", I left her hot and bothered, aching to be touched, but not allowed relief, and set about my day. It wasn't until that evening, hours and hours later, that I rewarded her good work. The edging must have done her some good, because she came in buckets.

Such a good bunny, putting her tongue to good use.