As i prepare to come to You tomorrow– open, vulnerable, throbbing lustfully, heart bursting with love, Your voice echoes in my ear. The Dominance makes my pulse race, learning that You’ll mark me first with the belt that’s been waiting a year to inflicit the pain W/we crave. Taking Your orgasms today, confident that Your growl alone can make me cum, You welcome Your enslaved whore. tasha has no skeleton today, she is simply Your lump of clay. Tomorrow, You will claim and use all that is Yours!
Please enjoy a poem from my favorite poet, Alex! ~~slave tasha 💜
Damp lipsVelvet thighs
Heat of release
Souls spill onto satin
Covered in shame
Or fused as one
By Love’s welding flame
Yes, all for His edge. Preparing to go over the edge beginning Friday!!
Why do I do this? I’ve always been attracted to the edge. I’m a firm believer that M/s *is* edge play. It’s on the fringe of relationship dynamics for sure. It explores places that are deeply intense, that are on the edge of what our kink/leather/BDSM world explores.
It’s that edge that calls to me. It’s that edge of exploring where we can go. It’s that edge of passion, of joy, of feeling the heartbeat of our relationship as surely as I feel her pulse when I touch her.
There are a hundred and one things that follow, but the first stirrings, the first calling, was that edge, just as surely as S/m called to me.
And what does that edge look like? It’s the authority, it’s the absolute decision that she made when she surrendered to me, and it’s the surrender and exercise of authority that we engage in each day.
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Commands, poses, stillness? Pictures, yes please!
As O/our time draws nearer, my dreams have become more vivid and erotic. It’s not just waking up wet, but feeling Your hands, mouth, and cock using me. This morning i woke to heavy steel chains at once in my hands and immediately afterward wrapping my body like a lustful python. The frigid metal set my nipples tingling and my thighs gripping to press the thick chain hard against my clit. Until then, i can only stroke the chunky collar You will attach soon. Knowing that W/we will visit the hardware store has tremendous power, Master!
A holy trinity: exhibitionists, voyeurism and plenty of sharing. Enjoy some Tess Mackenzie! ~~tasha 💜
I’m having sex with someone at his place, in his share-house, on the kitchen table. And outrageously, wonderfully on the table. The lights are all on, and the doors are all open, so everything we’re doing is utterly obvious. He’s on his back, and his clothes are all dishevelled and half-off, and I’m on top of him, riding him, fucking him, and completely naked.
Completely naked, so there’s no possible way for anyone to misunderstand what’s happening, and think that maybe we’re just playfighting or making out or whatever.
Obviously, we think we’re alone in the house.
And equally obviously, um, we’re not.
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Limitation or expectation
For pain’s promise
Or is it slave tasha
Your insatiable acquiescent
Lust drawn forth, raw
Silence at Beast’s command
Beg, needy harlot!
Pounded and sucked
Whipped and bound
Used cunt, ass
Splayed, displayed for
Will You share
My primal essence
As i am offered?
Will my undoing
Be an adequate
Or do You demand
You and I
Surprisingly became us
Unexpected yet welcome
Sufficiency begat discovery
Exposed pliant arc
Celebrating self worth as flow
To Your power and pleasure
Splayed lustfully as
Humble banquet upon
Applying vibrant hues
Black and white image taken from Tumblr
Color image taken from samarelart.com
Just feel it! ~~slave tasha 💜