Angie

“I’m taking care of you.” “You’ll take care of me?” “Yes,” Elle whispered. “That’s what I want to do. You do what I tell you to do. And I’ll take care of you.” “Thank you,” Kyrie said.”
― Anonymous

“Orgasms are God’s way of saying He’s sorry about periods and cramps.”
― Anonymous

“Her wrists ached under his viciously strong hands. She hoped she would have bruises from them later. Only the other submissives she knew would understand why she wanted bruises, wanted welts, wanted something on her body to remind her of what had been done to her. But she and Søren couldn’t live together, couldn’t spend their days together. They had only a few nights a week, all stolen, and the bruises made a road map to her memory of everything he’d done to her. She’d be reliving this night for weeks…”
― Anonymous

“Did you like that?” Elle asked. “I liked the kiss after you bit me. And the bite, too.” “What would you say if I said I would do it again, but only if you let me bite you again?” “I’d say…bite me.” “What if I said I’d make you feel amazing but only after I hurt you? Would you let me hurt you?” “Yes.” “What do you think would happen if every time I hurt you I also made you feel good afterward?” “I don’t know. I guess I’d want you to hurt me so I could feel good.” “You’d associate pain with pleasure?” “I would.” “You’d want the pain because it meant you’d have pleasure, too?” “Probably.” “Would the pleasure mean more to you because you earned it?” “I think so.” “If I told you it turned me on to hurt you and then pleasure you in that order, what would you think?” “I would think you should do that to me then. Hurt me and then pleasure me.” Elle smiled. “That’s kink. It’s also kink when your deepest sexual fantasy is to be treated like a sex slave or punished by a teacher or tied up like a prisoner or spanked like a child.” “People do that?” “I do that,” Elle said. Kyrie held out her hand again to Elle. “Will you do it me?”
― Anonymous