I Was Only Saying The Other Day That Cassandra Prosser's Images, While Lending Themselves To BDSM Captions,

She's back!

Do you still answer asks on here?

Miss you!

Yup. Despite the cyclical dearth of posts, rest assured, I’m often lurking around in the shadows of Femdom Tumblr like a kinky, technogically-inclined Dracula. 😜 Have a clumsily-obscured selfie. 😘

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touchstarved boys who always need to touch you one way or another, whether it's a hand around your waist, fingers laced with yours, nuzzling his head into your neck.

that whine at the slightest touch anyways, keening when you run your fingers through their hair. holding back a moan when you scratch gently at their scalp with your nails.

who glow under your love, shuddering with the sweet praise that drips your lips.

who try to do their very best so you'll call them your good boy and maybe if they're very good you'll let them touch your body, let them lay between your legs and taste you--if they're good. a tantalizing carrot on a stick that leaves them panting with need.

touchstarved boys that can't bear to be apart from you long, and can hardly keep sane without you in their line of sight,

who grip at your wrist when you try to leave for work, begging you to stay as they drop onto their knees, hugging your legs.

who plead and plead for you not to leave them, whining and sniffling when you try to shake them off.

who nudge their nose against your thigh, sweet big eyes looking up and only then can you tell deep inside where this was always inevitably going to go.

touchstarved boys who you could never seem to say no to.

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Thank you Goddess!

The Enchantress: Other Option

After a long and grueling battle the insatiable enchantress has disarmed and pinned the exhausted Hero to the ground. Her hips straddle his struggling body in a vice, her chest pressed over his heaving chest.

Enchantress: You know that there's nothing that can stop me from taking my weekly ransom, hero. I need my dose of Pathetic, Defeated Hero Dick.

Hero: Gross.

She grasps him by the hair and pulls his head up to whisper in his ear.

Enchantress: And what is your pick today, hero? Do you want since evil villainess pussy or evil villainess dick? A middle ground between? I'll have whatever you wish...

The hero contemplates for a moment. He smirks. If he is to be ravished once again, best to make her work for it. He whispers his demand.

Hero: Other.

The enchantress pauses for a moment.

Enchantress: Other, you say?

Hero: Other. Surely there is no problem?

The enchantress eventually smiles at his challenge.

Enchantress: Very well.

It isn't easy for her. It strains her shape shifting energy and pushes her concentration something fierce. It defies euclidean spacial physics and several holy texts. But the enchantress manages to unleash upon her hero all the sublime and erotic "other" he could ever ask for, dominating him more thoroughly than ever before.