happycuckoldress:

wherewhorescum:

intra tibi in perpetuum

It’s rare to capture the exact moment uncertain fear turns to desire unknown, unmitigated pain turns to pleasure exponential, deluded self-control turns to real mother-fucking Jungian individuation.

But there it is.

Right there, dear reader.

A myriad of changing screens play across her stage; incendiary forte; obedient piano. Personas fall like leaves.

Wanting, receiving, reacting, internalizing, dissonance, pleasure, acceptance, return. Notice the hand smooth across the smack; the bloodrush soothed by an experienced respite.

There is no turning back from this.

A deeper connection to self. To something else that you desperately want to understand. To feel. To give in to. To control. And only through submission can you first begin to accept it. To taste it. To resign yourself to it.

There is no turning back from this.

I say this for your own good, but only half-heartedly. Because you are going to enjoy it. And because of your limits, you do not understand what the domain of enjoyment fully contains, yet.

But you will.

And you will never turn back from this.

for the caption; this is the first part of cuckolding I understood and loved right away, getting to see hubby’s transformation when I humiliate him or put him down, getting to watch as he realizes his place, it’s beautiful and hypnotic and sexy and devastating and panty soaking all at once and I love him for loving it.