Sucking on a subbyâs collarbones until they are littered with marks. Listening to them beg me to kiss them on the lips but sticking to the task at hand.
And then running my fingers along those marks while I have them edge for me.
âŚdoes not mean you know them. You know what they choose to share about themselves. Donât make assumptions.
âŚdoes not mean you have the right to be familiar with them. Youâve not been introduced. No coffee has been shared. Donât tell them what you want to do with them. You donât share intimacy with strangers without their consent.
âŚdoes not mean you get to make demands of them. They owe you nothing. And no – not even if youâre the dommiest dom that ever dommed. Youâre not their dom punk.
Teaseland 