Forthetomorrowwedeserve

searching for healing through drawing my body

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Oh, angel.

Your mind has been a mess, and you've approached your breaking point. The tears have come, your legs feel like jelly, and the tens of thousands of bad thoughts won't stop running around in that overwhelmed head of yours. Your aching chest feels heavy, and you can't seem to even catch your own breath.

You poor, sweet thing.

But suddenly, there she is.

Your saviour. Your guiding light in moments of need. Your protector. Your domme.

She'll take your face into her hands, and her thumb will brush those tears away, with a touch feather-light. She'll kiss your head, she'll pull your front against her with your body in her lap, and she'll soothe you more than anything else ever could. Her coo's will calm your busy thoughts and her kisses will slow your racing heart. Oh love, where are your worries now, hm? You're perfect like this.

"It's alright, darling. I've got you. Just fall into me."

And fall you do. With your tears now dried and your face nuzzled into her neck, she'll do all the thinking for you, and you love things this way. So, you'll nuzzle deeper into her when her fingers find their way between your thighs, and follow her words. "Just breathe, my sweet love. Just breathe for me."

Let her thrusts shut your mind down even more. Let her lift your heavy head up and allow her to shut away your anxious words by letting her tongue fill your mouth instead. Let her unravel you, let her break you apart bit by bit, and know that she's enjoying it. You needed her, and here she is.

So you'll thank her. Again and again, you'll thank her. And when it's done, when she's pulled you apart and stitched you back together with her praises and a warm bath, know that she's waiting for you to need her all over again.

"Nobody else will ever get to see you like this, and nobody else will ever get to break you apart. You're mine to ruin, and mine to put back together."

"Always."

If she's an overthinker it means she needs to be fucked until her brain turns off

I wish I had a girl who didn’t match my freak, who was maybe even repulsed by my freak. A girl who was completely vanilla and would look at me with disgust whenever I told her about my fantasies. I want to feel her tense up under my touch and constantly avoid eye contact. It would be so fun to get under her skin with the littlest of comments for her to overthink when she’s alone.

to come home late at night to my lover who's already asleep and climb into bed beside them

to hush them back to sleep with whispers and kisses

to have sleepily wrap ourselves around each other like being without one another was poison and our arms are the antidote

i can see it on your face. the way your eyebrows furrow but your eyes aren’t glistening with lust or care, they are swirled with guilt, sadness and fear. you’re dropping.

i don’t need to think about myself anymore, im safe. it’s you who needs me. i need your attention. but getting your full attention when your mind is swirling with thoughts is hard. i need your focus on me now. how do i get your attention when your brain is so focused on your brains overwhelming thoughts.. do you prefer your honourifics? mommy? mistress? maam? sir? a sweet name? baby? darling? babe? or just your name.. what can i call to get those beautiful eyes on me? there you are. hi. big breaths. in through your nose, hold for 5 and out your mouth.. good.. nice and slow. focus on your breath and me. nothing else.

do you like being touched hm? let me crawl to sit in front of you, sit on your lap or sit beside you. my hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs rubbing just lightly. fingers twirling through your hair and kissing on your sweet nose. massage your sore muscles. let me pull you against my chest and hug you so tight, scratch your back. take a shower or a bath, let me wash you. i promise to be gentle, and you can wash me after too okay? big breaths again. or would you rather enjoy some comfortable silence? put a movie on? clean up and move onto a new task and discuss later? anything. anything to make you feel more safe, sane and appreciated.

you don’t need to talk, it’s okay. let me talk. let me reassure you this time. you did amazing. thank you for trusting me. you didn’t hurt me more than my limits. everything you did was incredible. i felt safe. i felt cared for. you’re not weak because you dropped. i felt so so so good and you did that, just you. i appreciate the care you took with my submission. i am okay. i trust you. you’re appreciated. you’re loved. you’re safe. im so proud of you. big breaths <3

love is the most important thing ever

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submission really doesn't mean anything to me if it's not earned. true submission is built on trust and feeling safe and appreciated. that's what makes it so meaningful, and you have to know me in order to submit to me. I want to know that you're submitting to me specifically, because of the way i make you feel and who I am. Telling me that I'm perfect and that you'd do anything for me right off the bat means absolutely nothing. those are empty statements because you literally do not know me!! It's not special if you're just trying to submit to whoever will allow it.

You're so pretty I want to tie you to my bed and use a wand on you until you've drooled all over the sheets.