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Fiend’s Art Of Pushing Boundaries ♾

My dearest little kitten, let me explain in a tender way
The difference between pushing and trespassing, in this feeling we display
It's like going to the gym, my dear, demanding a bit more from yourself
Feeling the fatigue, but never trying to break or hurt yourself

Pushing the limits, with care and respect for your very own
In the same way, feeling the satisfaction of flying, completely blown
Within a sea of sensations and emotions, untamed and wild
It's an extreme and intense feeling, like nothing you've ever compiled

And it's all within this dynamic, where our souls and hearts collide
Where boundaries are cherished, and our connection does abide
For the limits are yours, Mia lei, and I will always honor them
In this realm of trust, respect, and care, where our souls never condemn

In this BDSM world, it's a dance of passion and affection
Where our spirits intertwine, with a burning and intense connection
So let me guide you through the depths of your own desires
With care, respect, and a fiery passion, reigning in these fires

Our souls, they dance to the rhythm of a tender, emotional tune
Engaged in this mental commitment, in the light of a silvery moon
It's a love that transcends the physical, reverberating through our souls
A feeling that's sensual, deep, and respectful, where passion freely rolls

So, my sweet little kitten, embrace the intensity that we hold
In this tapestry of emotions, where our desires remain bold
For in this feeling, we find comfort in the depth of our connection
Binding our souls, in an intricate and passionate affection.





🎩 By: OsPando ✍️





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A Symphony Of Fire And Distance ♾

For my little girl, who burns in the wind of miles, yet remains etched in the marrow of my soul.

I.

The siren’s cry, a jagged knife,
Cut through the night, severed our time.
Its wail, a thief of moments brief,
Left us trembling, unmoored, undone.
Your eyes, wide pools of trust and ***,
Met mine—a storm of want and need.
We stood, two pillars bound by flame,
Yet ***d to part by hands unseen.

The street, a stage for our farewell,
Echoed the whispers of our hearts.
Your lips, a sacrament I kissed,
A vow unspoken, yet deeply sworn.
“Distance,” I said, “is but the wind,
It ***s the weak, but fuels the fierce.”
Yet now, a year has turned to ash,
And I am left to wrestle time.

II.

Oh, little girl, my tender flame,
How you have burned within my hands.
Your trust, a gift I dared to earn,
A fragile thing, yet stronger still.
Through whispered words and careful touch,
I mapped the contours of your soul.
Your limits, sacred, I revered,
For in your “no,” I found your “yes.”

The drop, that shadowed aftermath,
A hollow ache that follows bliss.
It claws at me, this phantom ***,
A reminder of the heights we’ve shared.
Your tears, like dew upon my skin,
A testament to what we’ve built.
For in the drop, the truth resides:
The deeper the fall, the sweeter the rise.

III.

The miles between us, cruel and cold,
Are but a test of fire and will.
They stretch like chains across the earth,
Yet cannot break the bonds we’ve forged.
Your voice, a balm through wires thin,
Carries the weight of your surrender.
Each word, a thread that binds us close,
A lifeline woven through the void.

I dream of you, my little girl,
Your body arched in sweet submission.
The flick of my command, your gasp,
A symphony of power and grace.
Yet more than flesh, it is your soul
That calls to mine across the divide.
A meeting of spirits, fierce and true,
A dance of shadows, light, and flame.

IV.

The drop, my dear, is not despair,
But proof of all we’ve dared to feel.
It is the echo of our union,
A testament to what we’ve shared.
The ache that lingers in its wake,
A mirror of the joy we’ve known.
For in the drop, we find our strength,
A bond that time cannot erode.

And distance, though it tests our will,
Is but a wind that fans our fire.
It cannot quench the blaze we’ve lit,
Nor steal the truth of what we are.
You are my little girl, my flame,
And I, your Fiend, your guiding hand.
Together, we are more than miles,
More than time, more than the drop.

V.

So let the sirens wail their song,
Let distance stretch its cruel expanse.
For in the depths of our connection,
We’ve found a truth that cannot fade.
Your trust, my care, our mutual fire,
A bond that burns through wind and time.
And when the drop descends once more,
We’ll rise again, together, whole.

For you are mine, and I am yours,
A dance of dominance and grace.
Through every trial, every test,
We’ll find our way back to the flame.
And in the end, when time stands still,
We’ll laugh at distance, scorn the drop.
For what we’ve built, my little girl,
Is eternal, boundless, ever ours.

Yours in fire, in wind, in time,
Your Fiend, forever bound to you.







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Morning

Tell me more about you And All you seek crave and desire As well as offer a master and owner
I am very interested


What ways are you a sub

What have yoy been trained in or taught

When was the last time you were a full submissive

Why don't you have a dominant or owner or master

Got to love a hood

Would someone, anyone, make an argument as to why this group continues to exist?

voila

auf dem speicher

oder mal eine klassische szene

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