Taming Dragons 🐉

Lights, Camera, Action

Alternative Consider the alternative widens how you see a situation. Strength and weakness become easier to evaluate. Resilience grows from flexibility, rather than certainty.

The Basement Has a quiet, grounding charm. As it also invites imagination, a basement can become anything you need, a music room, workshop or just a place to keep your fuckdoll.

Vintage Texture and imperfections, film grain, soft focus and uneven lighting adds value to a visual art form. Slight imperfections signal presence rather than a flaw. The texture creates a sensory closeness.

Training Day A portrayal of constant sense of moral compromise and temptation. Combined wonderfully with psychological pressure a dominant driven atmosphere. The first Training Day is a beautiful milestone that won’t forgotten.

Happy New Year🪄✨ Wishing all the naughty angels a very wonderful and happy 2026🍾🥂

Post-Op

Christmas is Cuming

Happy Holidays🎄

Promises A smile in a moment, promises made in a second. A glance and then a whisper. A rush to heaven, a hurry to leave. Passion fades, promises forgotten. But the taste of you lingers.

Afterlife

The Love of Nature A short escape into the forest. To hide in the light, to fall with the leaves. A softer reality, a borrowed thought. A birdsong pauses, meaning grows, the mind learns to rest. And stillness feels like being seen.

Wake Me Up Light slips softly, a pale ribbon across the sheets. You wake not to sound, but to need. Resistance is met with dominance.The want reaches you before you open your eyes. Being loved awake, Daddy never needs to ask.

Just a Kitten Soft footed and brave. A kitten advances not because she understands the world, but because wonder pulls harder than caution. Each step forward is a question., Will you hold me,or harm me?🐈‍⬛

Bond of Dependence Don’t forget to feed your kitten. In remembering to feed your pet, you rehearse a deeper truth. That care sustains both the giver and receiver. It’s a reminder that love survives not on intention alone, but the simplest act.

Beautiful Trauma There is a strange tenderness in that beginning. You are fully present because you have no map. Each detail presses itself into memory, unfiltered and unedited.

Beautiful Trauma When it passes, you do not immediately recognize its importance. It settles quietly into you, becoming a reference point that you will return to without realizing. Years later, when the familiarity has softened the edges, a faint echo of that original moment, a blurred recollection.

Welcome Home When your refuge is the warmth of a person, they become your home. Where courage is restored, where hope is allowed to breathe and promise carried quickly from one human heart to another. Let me be your home.

Sunday Morning Nothing needs fixing. Nothing needs proving. It’s Sunday, the day opens slowly. The world agrees to whisper. The light agrees to land softly on unwoken dreams. It’s Sunday.

Intoxicating Asphyxiation Of Love When the lines blur and the air is sparse, surrender to the yearning.

Apocalypse of Submission Destruction of a love affair.

Slip and Slide The current of passion.

All Tied Up

The right way to do a naughty thing.

These Three Things Girls need a lot of🎭

A Spanking Guide A right way to do a naughty thing.

How Spicy 🌶️ Not all Doms are the same.

The Perfect Match The roles a clearly defined.

The different flavors of submission. Going from preferred equality and autonomy to relinquishing all autonomy.

One of These I hope everyone has one of these, a person that always makes you feel special. Cuddle up next to you when the world has forgotten about you. Makes you smile and try again. Gives and wants only your best. One of a kind. Once in a lifetime, Bestfriend 🪄✨

Sundays The quiet reflective beauty of a Sunday. The invite slower rhythm, simple pleasures and the sense of renewal. A chance to reconnect with oneself. Enjoy your Sunday.

The Edge of the Universe The construction of your moon and stars begins with a simple stroke of a hand.

Morning Routine

After School Special

Slow & Easy

The Memories of a School Girl Each phrase he spoke, she gathered. The chalk whispered against the board. The clock ticks soft as breath. Light drifts through the class room like thoughts. Some lessons live beyond pages and others become wistful memories.

The Cover Up

Pillow Fight