petalandchainsworld

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Being edged while forced to watch porn. Having to watch video after video of people cumming, all while you are continuously denied. Every time you get close to your orgasm you feel them pull away grinning as you beg and cry. Just as you get to the point where if your touched again you'll cum, they pull you onto them and push your head down to their boxers. Because if you want to cum you have to earn it.

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Infernal Vows🔥🔥

He doesn’t ask. He commands—and I burn beautifully for him

He offered fire in both his hands,

A throne of sin, no gold, no bands.

“You’ll burn for me,” his growl confessed,

“I’ll ruin you… in my arms, you’ll rest.”

I smiled a scarlet, sultry prayer,

Fingers laced in midnight air.

"Break me, Brand me call me Yours,”

I whispered truths behind closed doors.

Inferno eyes, my velvet chains,

He kissed my spine and spoke my name.

Not love, but worship dark and deep,

I was the storm he’d never keep.

But still I knelt, and still he swore,

He’d own my soul and nothing more

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The Grip of Ruin

In his grasp, I found obedience... and my most dangerous craving.

Your breath hitched as my claws ghosted low,

A tremble, a gasp—you’ve learned to bow.

In my shadow, you bloom delicate and damned,

A fragile rose held in Death’s rough hand.

I whispered rules in your fevered ear,

"Mine to cherish, mine to steer."

Lace and leather, blood and bloom,

Pleasure bleeds in this velvet gloom.

You kneel, trembling wild but tame,

Begging softly, whispering my name.

And as you break, you glow, divine

Not caged, not lost… but fully mine.

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🌹Thorns Between Us🌹

You found me buried in briars,

A bloom stitched in shadows and sigh

You, the dark prince of ruin,

Me, the petal that bleeds.

Your touch was the ache I prayed for,

Fangs beneath lips that whispered,

"Kneel, little rose."

And I did

Not in fear, but in hunger.

For the pain that made me yours,

For the love that made me ache.

We did not kiss to heal

We kissed to burn,

To ignite the night with our wicked hymn

And sow a thousand roses

From every scream I offered you.

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The Ritual of Us🥀🥀

In the hush of candlelit dark,

I wore obedience like velvet skin,

You, masked devil in tailored sin,

Pressed command to my lips with no words.

You claimed my breath,

Threaded leash through my soul,

Not with rope

But with gaze and growl and the way I tremble

When you say, “Mine.”

We danced between restraint and ruin,

Your hand a brand on my waist,

Your voice

A covenant I never want to break.

And when our horns touched,

In the silence of submission,

The world fell away

And I was only yours.

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Claimed Beneath the Moon

His shadow wraps around me like silk spun from the void,

each breath stolen, each heartbeat tethered to his will.

The wind whispers of freedom but I do not hear it.

For my freedom lives in his chains,

in the way his hand claims my throat,

in the way his eyes burn with wicked devotion.

I am his — body, mind, soul.

A petal plucked from innocence,

blooming only for his touch,

wilting for no one but him.

Let the stars bear witness

I am owned, and I am complete.

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"In the Grip of His Darkness"

His hand claimed my throat like a throne

soft yet merciless

possessive like the night that devours the stars.

I am his delicate ruin,

a fragile bloom trembling beneath his cruel touch,

while his shadow wraps around my soul

and whispers:

"You were never meant for light, my love

only for me."

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Crowned in His Darkness

On trembling knees I knelt,

in the hollowed chamber of our wicked love.

His wings unfurled, a cathedral of shadows

and with one touch, he crowned me.

Not with mercy,

but with obsession.

Not with grace,

but with possession.

I became his dark queen

bound, adored, owned.

And in his gaze burned a promise:

"Your soul is mine… as my world burns for you."

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"Crimson Surrender"

He whispers my name beneath the blood moon,

his fangs tracing the curve of my pulse.

In his arms, I am both prey and queen

willing, trembling, lost.

His hunger wraps around my soul,

and I surrender, again and again,

to the exquisite agony of belonging.

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“The Offering of Shadows”

In the quiet of the cursed lake,

he offered me his flame, wicked and wild,

not to warm,

but to bind me to his darkness.

And I, willingly, became his eternal spark.

a burning oath whispered in the fog.

I stepped closer, knowing well

this was no rescue.

This was surrender.

And in his darkness, I was reborn…

his eternal, devouring flame."

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"Obedient Flame"

His hand silences my breath,

but my body sings beneath his touch.

In the grip of his possession

my rebellion melts to submission.

He whispers promises edged in fire,

and I become the fuel for his hunger.

Burn me, Master.

For I crave the inferno of your control.

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Two creatures of the night.

His wings engulf mine, like shadows swallowing light.

I am caged within his embrace — willingly, desperately.

He commands

I obey

We do not fall — we descend together, deeper into obsession, into surrender, into the exquisite ache of belonging.

His to devour. Mine to offer

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In his arms, I am both prisoner and sanctuary.

Bound not by chains, but by the sweet weight of surrender.

His touch devours me

I burn for his command

and drown in the exquisite ache of surrender.

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Welcome to Petal of Darkness 🖤

Here you’ll find:

— Dark D/s Fantasy

— Power. Surrender. Obedience.

— Punishments that burn & praises that heal.

— Possession wrapped in devotion.

— Brat tamed & owned.

— Rituals of control.

— Crimson cravings & whispered orders.

I crave discipline.

I bloom beneath his hand.

I exist to obey, ache, and be owned.

Obedience is beautiful. Ownership is sacred

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"The Bridge Between"

We met where shadows breathe,

upon the bridge of whispered fate.

His hand, cold — yet calling mine,

a tether between life and something more.

The fog curled like fingers around us,

as branches reached with skeletal grace.

In that still moment,

time bowed — silent, breathless.

“Come,” he murmured.

“Leave the world behind.”

And I did.

For love wears many faces

some tender,

some dark,

all consuming.

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"The Invitation"

Beneath the iron fangs of the ancient gate,

night breathes, thick as velvet and sin.

Crows murmur secrets overhead,

as the wind carries his scent

dark wine, old blood, forbidden hunger.

I step inside, unbidden but willing,

drawn by the pull of his whispered promise:

"Enter, little one... and be mine for eternity."

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“The Collar Ritual”

I knelt before him, trembling—not from fear, but from the weight of surrender. My breath hitched, thighs already clenching as I watched him hold the collar in his strong, possessive hands. Black leather. Heavy. Unyielding. The physical symbol of what my body and mind had long since accepted. His voice dropped to that sinful growl that always made my pulse race.

"This is not jewelry. This is not decoration. This is your fate, little one. Once I fasten it around your throat, you cease belonging to yourself."

My pulse pounded as heat dripped between my thighs. I whispered, breathless:

"Please, Sir... claim me."

He smirked—that dark, dangerous smirk that promised I'd feel every inch of his control.

"You want it so badly, don’t you? You want the world to see who owns you."

His fingers traced my neck, slow, teasing. My skin prickled under his touch, knowing how close I was to complete submission. My nipples hardened, my breath ragged.

"Speak your truth, my needy little whore."

"Yours, Sir. Entirely yours. Always."

With deliberate slowness, he wrapped the leather around my throat, pulling it tight enough that I gasped softly a perfect reminder that my very breath belonged to him. The click of the buckle echoed like a vow sealed.

"There. Now you're mine. My possession. My property. My perfect little whore."

I whimpered, the filthy word making my pussy throb. He hooked a finger through the D-ring, pulling my head up so our eyes locked my submission laid bare before him.

"Say it again. Louder."

"I am yours, Daddy! Only yours!"

"You exist to kneel. To please. To obey. And I exist to control, to discipline, to take what’s mine whenever I desire."

He yanked my collar, dragging me forward into his mouth a punishing, possessive kiss that stole the last of my resistance. His hand slid between my thighs, finding my soaked cunt.

"Dripping already. Filthy little thing. You crave being owned."

My moan was swallowed by his mouth as his fingers claimed me fully, roughly, with no mercy. My body trembled against his power, desperate for release only he could grant or deny. I wasn't just collared.

I was consumed.

I was His.

Forever.