Forniphilia: Form and function.
submission
Sometimes, you just have to be a good girl and take it. The obedience is necessary. The pain is incidental. The progress is inevitable. The payoff is incomparable.
Reminds me of a series of books I used to read as a kid. Not the picture itself, but the feeling. There was this line: The world is quiet here.
For some reason, I want him to place his foot on her back and push her down to the water, even though I have no idea what she’s doing.
Fitting that girl into that cage is a near-impossible squeeze. Coming from the girl who struggled through geometry. Or whatever the hell math/science/WD-40 would explain getting that girl into that cage.
This years Christmas card.
“I told you I was curious. I never said that I was brave.” – Leonard Cohen, in the song “So Long, Marianne”.
There’s a ballgag waiting on the bed for schoolgirl when she is done. Puppygirl watches patiently, but eagerly. Sharing is caring.
“You shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart.” – W. H. Auden, As I Walked Out One Evening.
This was so not in the job description. But this is so the best part of the job.
(Disclaimer: Ivy does not condone workplace sexual harassment. Unless it’s the sexy kind. By any means.)
It was one of the first things he said to me when he met me. Once he was really deeply into the lifestyle, I made him sit down with me and watch Secretary. When this part rolled around, I got chills.
A continuation of the centerpiece fantasy, even if she isn’t on a table. (She’s still decorative, so sue me.) Now blended with one of my favorite moves, the face grab-lean in-taunt. I live in such a beautiful world.
Woooah. Just noticed the person below her as I was posting. I was too absorbed in the other good stuff going on, clearly.