#submi

if he begs for your touch, he's a whore.

if his dick is soaked in precum just from being teased, he's a whore.

if he blushes from your touch, he's a whore.

i thought i looked cute hehe

A submissive soul in search of guidance, structure... and devotion.

I'm obedient by nature, respectful by instinct, and hungry for a commanding presence who knows how to own and shape her boy. Someone who finds beauty in control, in silence, in whispered orders at midnight. ⛓️

Let me kneel at your feet — not because I'm weak, but because you deserve it.

If you're dominant, elegant, dark-hearted and in need of a loyal plaything to train, worship, or simply claim...

I’m yours to mold. 🩸

https://www.instagram.com/yoursubmissivelittlegoodboy?igsh=MXBqbnU1bXpoM3Zmbw==

DMs open.

I wait in the shadows

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You gently cupped my breasts in your palms

I quivered , a spring of ecstasy, rising within

I was gasping, moaning and swooning with love

When you took your hands away, with a pluck on my nipples

I dropped to the ground, powerless and dazed

I held your leg tight to my bosom and looked up at you

You smiled at me and kicked me to the ground

I lay before you in surrender, just how you had tossed me, shedding all claims to my body

Begging within my heart to make me all yours!

You watched me breathe your eyes fixed on my breasts moving up and down like gentle waves

You placed your foot over my chest

As if to stamp your name on my heart

I clasped your foot and cried “ My Master, my love, this heart is yours.” My heart beating hard beneath your strong foot.

With no glance to spare at this meekly soul, you tiptoed on my breasts as you walked away.

Oh my love, my dearest what have you done to my heart?

My heart has never been so tender

so full of love and thumping aloud

I can barely hold it within my chest.

Don’t cast me away, this heart beating for you.

Wasn’t this slave born to serve?

Tell me, what can I do for you?

I can carry you in my arms, on my shoulders

Walk you through the thorniest trails

With your feet in my palms, one step at a time

Is there anything that I cannot do for you?

I have learnt to smile through every pain

Even when you starve me of your love

For every nail you drive into my heart, my precious

I shall, in return, bathe your feet with petals of rose.

Call me “Your slave” loud enough for the world to hear

I shall print it in gold and bear it on my chest.

Rest your feet over my heart, again, my Lord

My breasts were made soft only for a cause

To soothe the soles of your feet, your toes and heels,

Walk all over them, trample and crush them to bits

Watch me tremble in pain, bleed and battle for breath

My heart would still cling on to your feet - my shrine, my solace

Wear me as your armour, wherever you may go

So no blow, bullet or sword can get past my chest to yours

Let my heart bear all the pain there is in the world

So no harm can touch even the tip of your toe

Oh ! My love , my heart , my master !

You have set my heart so free in love

I beg, take my all, my Lord - my breath, heart, body and soul!