His toy

love and trust

She waited for him in the darkness. He had to work late and she wanted to make his day worth all of the long hours. Some time after midnight she heard the door gently click. He did not want to wake her. But she was not asleep. Lying there in the candle light she greeted him. Her collar and leash in hand. Dressed in only lace panties and high heels, and of course ruby red lipstick. He looked at her, his prized possession, and beamed. He knew that she had been busy all day. Her business kept her hopping. But when she came home, she became his. Every piece of her belonged to him to use as he wished. He called her princess, she called herself his toy, his own personal carnival ride. Just to hear those words from her lips made his body tremble. He loved that woman. Her bold confidence and her rabid sexappeal.

And now as she handed him her collar he was even more taken with her. He knew what it was for her to become this woman. To be the one who built him up. How she bolstered his confidence. She made him every day want to be a better man. And for her he worked hard at it. It was nights like tonight when he received his reward that it was all worth it. When this strong woman became his gentle submissive. When he would mold her, teach her, train her, and make her all he craved. She was already his deepest desire. But when she gave herself to him so freely there was nothing that could compare. The rush she gave him was powerful.

She was his love, his friend, and his toy

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3 Comments

  1. airasetsunyo said,

    July 22, 2013 at 11:52 am

    Oh i love this

    yours in life and leather
    aira
    slave of DarkHouse
    Dungeonbag.com
    Corsetpassion.com

  2. loneyheart said,

    July 22, 2013 at 2:14 pm

    I want to be everything you come home to. The woman who makes your days and your nights events worth the effort you put in every day.

  3. loneyheart said,

    July 22, 2013 at 3:47 pm

    I know what I want, what I need, and the waiting is torture. My impatient little girl is having a hard time not stomping her feet.


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