Master and his fox

Just the blog of a Master and his devoted, loving pet.
rolledtrousers:

It was her lips that did it. They were what pushed him over the edge, made him realise that maybe this wasn’t just the kind of experience you slipped into, that he would have to make an effort. It wasn’t that they were particularly beautiful lips (they were), it was the way they would part, just at the right moment, like they were plucking it out of the air with all of the grace of the mechanical claw at a fairground.
The grace wasn’t in the movement, you have to understand. It was in defying the impossible, keeping that grip when you are constantly expecting it to fail. He watched those lips with the expectation of failure, that they would suddenly do the wrong thing, that he would suddenly want to stop kissing them, biting them, enveloping them with his own, grazing his teeth against hers. She’d smile, and he’d want to do the most depraved things to her. For all the best kinds of reasons.
Her head on his lap, and him staring at her mouth. His hand between her legs, and him gently stroking her. Gently, for the moment, gently, until his fingers started moving a little faster, gently, until her lips parted, and that gasp pushed out into the air like a question mark, like the exclamation that the moment was waiting for. Like the signal that ‘gently’ wasn’t quite good enough any more. And then his finger would slip inside her, and he’d feel her wrap around him tightly. 
Another set of lips, and another way for him to fall all over again.

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

- Master

rolledtrousers:

It was her lips that did it. They were what pushed him over the edge, made him realise that maybe this wasn’t just the kind of experience you slipped into, that he would have to make an effort. It wasn’t that they were particularly beautiful lips (they were), it was the way they would part, just at the right moment, like they were plucking it out of the air with all of the grace of the mechanical claw at a fairground.

The grace wasn’t in the movement, you have to understand. It was in defying the impossible, keeping that grip when you are constantly expecting it to fail. He watched those lips with the expectation of failure, that they would suddenly do the wrong thing, that he would suddenly want to stop kissing them, biting them, enveloping them with his own, grazing his teeth against hers. She’d smile, and he’d want to do the most depraved things to her. For all the best kinds of reasons.

Her head on his lap, and him staring at her mouth. His hand between her legs, and him gently stroking her. Gently, for the moment, gently, until his fingers started moving a little faster, gently, until her lips parted, and that gasp pushed out into the air like a question mark, like the exclamation that the moment was waiting for. Like the signal that ‘gently’ wasn’t quite good enough any more. And then his finger would slip inside her, and he’d feel her wrap around him tightly. 

Another set of lips, and another way for him to fall all over again.

Couldn’t have said it better myself. - Master

(Source: eatsleepdraw)

Stay down, pet. Take your Master’s cock as the gift it is.

That’s a good girl.

- Master

Stay down, pet. Take your Master’s cock as the gift it is.

That’s a good girl.

- Master

(via pornotumb)

can-i-touch-you-there:

She was giving herself to the heat and the luxury of not having to do anything at all…

only with permission though!
-fox

can-i-touch-you-there:

She was giving herself to the heat and the luxury of not having to do anything at all…

only with permission though!

-fox

(via makemesquirm)

domsubspillingover:

Strict leather straps to allow Your slave to move, but only enough so that she gets frustrated.Her frail movements lack the support of her upper arms, and her otherwise vicious swipes become laughable, weak flails. Being so weak is frightening, not being able to defend yourself from unfamiliar feelings in precious places… but it makes the struggle the best part of the game!
~Persephone

oooh, oooh…Master, let’s play THAT game!
-fox

domsubspillingover:

Strict leather straps to allow Your slave to move, but only enough so that she gets frustrated.
Her frail movements lack the support of her upper arms, and her otherwise vicious swipes become laughable, weak flails.
Being so weak is frightening, not being able to defend yourself from unfamiliar feelings in precious places… but it makes the struggle the best part of the game!

~Persephone

oooh, oooh…Master, let’s play THAT game!

-fox

(Source: ctboston, via domsubspillingover-deactivated2)

domsubspillingover:

subcristi:

You lead, I’ll follow. You rule, I kneel, I give, I serve, I worship.

I love this. She is so close to regaining control, riding Him on her terms, and just when she thinks she is victorious… BAM.A vice-like grip around her throat knocks her back down into place. She is reminded that she is His to manipulate, not the other way around.Control, I find, is best when taken over by someone else.
~P

I tend to get a little overly cocky (no pun intended). I get smug. I take the reaction I give you, the little shudders and looks and growls, as a compliment, let it get to my head. In those moments, when I am teasing you and feel so in control…we both know it will only take a second, a single sentence, a LOOK…to knock me back down. We’ve seen it happen.
-fox

domsubspillingover:

subcristi:

You lead, I’ll follow. You rule, I kneel, I give, I serve, I worship.

I love this. She is so close to regaining control, riding Him on her terms, and just when she thinks she is victorious… BAM.
A vice-like grip around her throat knocks her back down into place.
She is reminded that she is His to manipulate, not the other way around.
Control, I find, is best when taken over by someone else.

~P

I tend to get a little overly cocky (no pun intended). I get smug. I take the reaction I give you, the little shudders and looks and growls, as a compliment, let it get to my head. In those moments, when I am teasing you and feel so in control…we both know it will only take a second, a single sentence, a LOOK…to knock me back down. We’ve seen it happen.

-fox

(via domsubspillingover-deactivated2)

domsubspillingover:

A playful bite elicits a yelp and jerk away from me…Master does His best to hold me still so that I cannot shrink back from His teeth sinking into my ass.He likes to restrain me, and I like to be held down like a rowdy bitch in heat.
~Persephone

Oh my…ass bites are a beautiful, awful, painful, torturous, wonderful thing.
-fox

domsubspillingover:

A playful bite elicits a yelp and jerk away from me…
Master does His best to hold me still so that I cannot shrink back from His teeth sinking into my ass.
He likes to restrain me, and I like to be held down like a rowdy bitch in heat.

~Persephone

Oh my…ass bites are a beautiful, awful, painful, torturous, wonderful thing.

-fox

(via domsubspillingover-deactivated2)

bitemarksarelovenotes:

This would definitely qualify as being displayed as art, baby girl. 
You would be one beautiful, fidgety piece of art.

Sounds like something my Master would say to me. <3.
-fox

bitemarksarelovenotes:

This would definitely qualify as being displayed as art, baby girl. 

You would be one beautiful, fidgety piece of art.

Sounds like something my Master would say to me. <3.

-fox

(Source: akadoe)

mymasterknowsbest:

A musician can play any instrument and it will sing for him but the music will be sweeter to him when the instrument moves him.
He plays my body like an instrument tuned just to Him and He makes me sing but He deserves a finer one… one that moves Him, one He wants.

I don&#8217;t need to point out how much Master and I agree with that statement. As music appreciators and musicians ourselves&#8230;I&#8217;m always saying how he plays me&#8230;and bangs me like his drums~ ;3
-fox

mymasterknowsbest:

A musician can play any instrument and it will sing for him but the music will be sweeter to him when the instrument moves him.

He plays my body like an instrument tuned just to Him and He makes me sing but He deserves a finer one… one that moves Him, one He wants.

I don’t need to point out how much Master and I agree with that statement. As music appreciators and musicians ourselves…I’m always saying how he plays me…and bangs me like his drums~ ;3

-fox