There Must Be A Joke Here, What Do You Call Two Goths In A Wood? Lol.

Why are you a gothic priestess?

It was mainly a bit of fun lol

But I do have a certain standing ... I'm strongly dominant in BDSM relationships and enjoy adoration.

Are you wanting to do so?

The sandman has clearly never been to Ipswich

“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”

— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman

With the summer weather in the UK, the left

Which one do you prefer? <3

Forgot to post these.

One of those days where standing up for yourself, having difficult conversations and being authentic is hard, but absolutely the right thing to do. Go me.

Aha ha. This is sooooo true.

This is so beautiful

Damaged

This is hot as hell and beautifully written

I know I’m supposed to stay still, I promised I would, but after sitting on your lap for so long, my body betrayed me. My white skirt rides up slightly, the material pooling around my hips. I can't bring myself to meet your eyes, but I can feel your gaze on the nervous little tremble in my hands where I’m gripping your shoulders. After a couple more minutes, I slowly begin to shift my hips against your thigh, the movement causes a quiet gasp to escape. My cheeks burn, knowing you can feel the wet patch on my lace panties. I should pull away, but instead, I press down experimentally, just to hear the sharp inhale it pulls from you. The sound goes straight through me, heat pooling in my belly. My hips move on their own, seeking the friction I desperately want.

“Look at me baby,” you murmur, and when I don’t, your hand wraps around my throat, not quite putting any pressure, but the position is enough to make me pause. You then use your thumb to lift my chin up to meet your gaze.

“I thought you wanted to be a good girl? Hm?”

You purr, voice deep and soothing.

“I do mommy!! I promise I do!" I whimper, tightening my grip on your cotton shirt.

"I-I didn’t mean to-" But the lie dissipates when your hand slides up into my shirt and across my spine, pressing me flush against your chest.

"You didn’t mean to?" Your other hand grips my thigh.

“Then why are you still grinding on me like you’re starved for it…. Be honest, sweetheart. You want me to ruin you.” And god, I do. My lips part, but no words come out. Just a shaky exhale as the ache between my thighs is unbearable now.

“I think you need a reminder of how to behave,” You murmur, your voice velvety. I can feel your smirk against my neck before you pull back to catch my gaze. Your touch softens for a moment, your thumb stroking gentle circles into my skin as your expression shifts, still dominant, but softer and more gentle.

“Colour?” you ask, your voice quieter now, giving me space.

"Green,” I say, my voice trembling. "So green.” You lean in to brush your lips against my forehead.

"Good girl," you murmur, the praise making me smile. Then, just like that, the gentleness sharpens back into command.

“Now, you didn’t listen to my rules sweetheart" you chide, your voice dropping with that tone that makes my stomach flip.

“And we both know you can do better than that.” In one smooth motion, you pull me across your lap so I’m laying with my stomach pressed to your thighs. My fingers scramble to grab onto the couch cushions.

"How many?” you ask, your palm resting on my back. I bite my lip before saying, "H-However many you think I deserve mommy.” You hum approvingly, as your fingers trail teasingly along the curve of my backside.

“Mmm, I think fifteen will do the trick.” The number rolls off your tongue like a promise.

“Are you ready? Remember, we can stop anytime you need my sweet.” You rub soft circles on my skin reassuringly.

“I’m ready, I promise!” Nodding at my words, you land the first spank, causing me to squeal at the painful but also pleasurable feeling that just shot through me. Your hand lingers, soothing the sting before the next one falls harder this time. I arch into your touch, my toes curling.

“Count for me," you command, your voice leaving no room for argument. I whimper, but obey.

"One, thank you mommy!" By the third, my voice is shaking. By the fifth, I'm squirming in your lap, my skin a light shade of pink, my breath, ragged little pants..

This is the reason I love giving a man a good caning

ut severis seges

"And you've had to put up with people pissing on you, until you pulled up your roots and walked away because you realised you could"

That's not me just today but yes it happens

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

— Sylvia Plath