Ds3 Quotes

Calm your tits, pussycat.

Not ever. I may be a sadist, but I’m no son-of-a-bitch.

I want to crawl into his heart and live there forever. I vow to do whatever it takes to make him happy and keep him safe. I will exist to please only him. My entire world belongs to him now. He is mine and I am his. He is my Master and my everything.

Did I go deep?” I ask as she continues to rub herself. “Yes,” she answers. “Good. I like you to be reminded of where I’ve been. You should be feeling that for the next 24 hours…

I love him entirely, completely, eternally and infinitely, and beyond the stars and universe

We have a lifetime ahead of us to decide what we're going to do. I love you; heart and soul, and we're going to grow old together. We'll make things right and find our way, no matter how long it takes or where life takes us.

Perhaps I’m a bit of a sadist myself, in addition to a masochist. He winces and jerks on the restraints. “Fucking hell,” he mutters.

My sadistic husband has a soft side, too, and even though he likes to inflict pain on me, I know he would never hurt me beyond what I can handle.

Oh, my sweet lover, I’m going to tie you down and fuck you so good tonight,” I tell him shamelessly.

What is it about Paris that I just can’t keep my hands off of you?” I ask him in between kisses. “It has nothing to do with Paris and everything to do with my raw sexuality, baby. I’m fucking irresistible,” he growls just before he shoves his tongue down my throat. I can’t argue with that.

I’m horny as a motherfucker, hard and itching to get my sadistic groove on. As I stroke myself, my mind starts coming up with all sorts of fantastic ways I can torture my beautiful wife as I look around the room for more everyday items that will work in that regard.

Oh, that magical tongue and the things it does to me. He licks and sucks, sucks and nibbles and tongue fucks me like a champion.

I want to spend all day long buried in your cunt and to eat and drink nothing but you.

My need to be inside Isa is so all-consuming, I swear to fucking Almighty I could cream myself right at this moment.

There will be no kneeling in front of me tonight, Mistress Isabel. You told me you wanted control, so tonight I’ll give you control. Complete control.

My purpose in life is clear now – it is to probe her depths, push her limits and consume her soul. There’s no time to think or react and I cum fast and furious in her, my jizz pulsing out of me and filling her as Isa’s ass milks every last drop out of me.

Mistress Isabel ties me down and pushes my limits of pain and pleasure, and I’m the one screaming out her name. True love, power exchange, contentment and most importantly, trust – have finally graced me with their presence and my life with Isa is complete.

I’ll never get enough of this woman - my wife. I want to please her. I want to own her completely: Mind, body and soul. I want her to be my physical property. She is my physical property. When her eyes meet mine, I know without a doubt that I would do anything for her - anything.

You and I are so much alike, Isa; different, but alike. You threw yourself into your artwork to help cope with your abusive situation and to let your secret desires out, and I embraced it to forget about my parents’ death.

I stick my tongue out and Isa pushes down onto it and begins riding my face. I open my eyes to see her fingering her clit with one hand and pinching at one of her nipples with the other. Her eyes are completely dilated and fixated on mine. Just when I think I can’t breathe, Isa eases off of me, allowing me to catch my breath.

After the most amazing head I’ve ever gotten in my life over the longest period of time imaginable, I climax into Isa’s mouth and she drinks me up like what I’m offering is life sustaining.

It never pleases me to punish willful disobedience, Isabel. Having to punish you for that sort of thing means I’ve failed to communicate what it is I expect out of you. It means I’m failing you as a Dom if you don’t understand what my wants and needs are, and I hate failing at anything.

I surrender to the pain because it pleases my Master and I know he enjoys giving it to me and that he needs to give it to me in order for him to feel content. That, Dylan, is what appeals to me about BDSM. Pleasing you, my Master, owner and husband, and cherishing you for the Dominant that you are, and feeling a sense of pride in the pleasure and joy that I give to you when I’m obedient and things are perfect and just the way you want them to be. BDSM gives me that sense of purpose and that purpose is to submit to you completely and to accept your gift of submission to me.

In my personal opinion, it’s those people who deny their sexuality that need the help, not people like me and Isa. We’re living out our fantasies with each other, we’re not hurting anyone and it’s completely consensual. Why can’t the world understand that? Fuck anyone who has the nerve to judge the way we decide to love each other.

He doesn’t respond and this is his way of punishing me. To be ignored by him is worse than a spanking or paddling, because most times a spanking is quite enjoyable. He’s learned that receiving pain from him is my weakness and not really a penalty at all and so he’s taken to different forms of true punishment when the situation calls for it.

The rest of the evening is spent snugglefucking back in the hotel suite. Wanting to reward Isa for having taken her punishment so well, despite her misgivings, I lavish her with pussy worship. I eat her out, gently and slowly, allowing her to enjoy and bask in each of my sensual licks. I do it for damn near an hour, bringing her close to orgasm and then denying her so that her finish will be magnificent. My tongue aches, but the way her body responds to my mouth gives me the inspiration I need to continue on.