White Dom Gallery

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She was too pretty for pretty shackles. He’d gone to a local ironmonger himself, asked for

The vast majority of his peers disgusted him. They caused a physical reaction, where whenever any of

“What are you going to do today?" He was already on his way out, tying his

Denial is a powerful thing to be playing around with. To watch you so close, begging me for that rel

Orders were always followed, he was used to that. Not just with her; he’d taken his natura

So apparently four walls and closed curtains are a reassuring thing. Not that she’d ever t

More than any other, there’s one question that seems to find its way to my ask box, stumbl

He said it was because it made the perverted things they did more taboo. Once the white frills and l

Of course my lap isn’t big enough. Of course you spill out of it and over the edges of the

It’s different when you’re not in the dark. When there's space and carpet,

You speak such pretty words, beautiful girl. I can tell you find strength in them, that they&a

I put my thumb in your mouth. I tell you to bite. Whatever you do, I smile, because that&r

Oh to tie a girl down, keep her arms and legs pinned to the bed, unable to get more than a few inche

“Open wide” I say, and so you do. The shock of your teeth, white against the bla

She had a mouth that could make him lose control. He didn’t like to admit it, least

Control doesn’t have a range. It dwells so very much in the cerebral that to insist on the

His mouth went to her neck, and her hands aimed for the heavens. No, wait, back up. That&r

The curve of my arm, when matched with the straightness of my side, creates a kind of portal. Once y

I want to be dirty the first time we fuck. I want to feel my skin cling against yours like a r

It’s going to sound like an oxymoron, but I like the moments where we don’t have

Their relationship had made her fatalistic. The whips, the heavy hands against her tender flesh, and

There is a moment at the top of the slide, when you’re a child, in the playground, that ti

No matter the intention, the blindfold anonymizes. It strips away your identity like so many clothes

She didn’t fit in, not one bit. Where the building was stately, she was modern. Where it w

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