u/RedSilkDevil

It’s been a long time since I wrote anything…

But here you go — the pics for your imagination.

https://www.reddit.com/r/softmaledom/s/Cj4i9QqOgJ

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Running after you on the beach in nothing but swimwear.

You flashed me for half a second, that little bratty grin already on your face as you took off, putting distance between us on purpose just so I’d chase you.

I catch up.

Tackle you gently into the sand, both of us rolling, laughing, until the waves reach us and splash over our bodies. Sand sticks to every inch of skin. I hold you tighter when the next wave crashes, keeping you against me as we lay there for a moment, salt water and sand mixing between us.

Then I pick you up and carry you to the outdoor shower.

I set you down under the spray and turn it on, letting the water run over you first. My hands follow it — slow, deliberate, washing every inch of my pretty beach bunny. Sliding under the straps of your lingerie, peeling it just enough to wipe the sand away from your skin. Fingers brushing over your nipples, watching the way you already start to whimper for me.

Hands move lower. Over your ass, brushing the sand off the same careful way. Then between your thighs, fingers slipping into your folds, gently cleaning every bit of sand while I keep my eyes on your face.

I take the shower head off the holder.

Slide it slowly under the edge of your bottoms. Increase the pressure just enough. Steady. Controlled. Until your knees weaken and you’re holding onto me, whimpering into my chest as you come, collapsing against me.

I kiss your forehead.

Keep you close while I slowly grind the hard length of me against your belly through my shorts… staying right there with you until I’m in the mood to write part two.

For the pretty ones who like being chased, cleaned, and taken care of.

This is gonna be a long read so hang on and you will be well rewarded for your time-

She stands on the outer deck of our farmhouse, the evening breeze playing with the hem of that adorable sundress. A warm cup of coffee rests in her pretty hands as she watches the sunset, her skin glowing golden under the fading light.

I pace slowly toward her, drinking in the sight. When I reach the railing, I place my hands on either side of her and lean in close. Those hazelnut eyes catch the last rays of sun and glow with a warmth that blinds me in the best way. I lose myself in them completely. Nature has its mysteries, but none compare to the way she pulls me under without even trying. My footing slips for a second—literally and figuratively—before I steady myself.

My angel on earth.

I gently take the coffee from her hands and sip it, letting the warmth ground me again. She glances up at me with that sly little smile that always undoes me. I set the cup aside, slide my arms around her shoulders, and trail my fingers slowly down her arms to her hips, tugging her flush against me. She melts into my chest, resting her head there.

“Honey,” I murmur, voice low, “I know I say it every day, but I’m so damn glad I met you. You’re so beautiful… I lose my breath every single time I look at you.”

She takes the cup from my hand and sets it on the railing, then slips between me and the wood, pressing herself closer. I lean down, kissing her forehead, then the space between her brows, her nose, both cheeks, and finally her lips. I linger there, soft and unhurried, until she starts gently suckling on my lower lip. The cold wind brushes past us, but she pulls me tighter for warmth, arms wrapping around my shoulders. We break into quiet laughter, foreheads touching, before the kiss deepens again.

The deck lights flicker on as the sun finally slips away. My hands roam over her body—slow, possessive, worshipful—while her nails dig into my back, holding on. The world fades. The wind no longer matters. We’re the hottest thing out here, burning like embers against each other.

I guide her back until her head rests against the wooden post, then slide my nails lightly up her thighs, lifting the sundress as I go. When I reach her hips and realize she’s wearing nothing underneath, a low growl slips out.

“Naughty woman…”

I catch both her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand. With the other, I lift the dress higher, exposing her to the cool evening air. “Open your mouth, baby.” She obeys so sweetly. I tuck the hem of the fabric between her lips. “Bite down.”

She looks utterly adorable like this—flushed, pinned, and trusting.

I slide my foot between hers, spreading her stance wider. I kiss her deeply while she bites on the fabric, then trail my hand up her inner thigh. Her whimpers are music. I lower my mouth to her breast, latching onto her nipple and suckling firmly as my fingers glide over her slick sex. I cup her gently, stroking with slow pressure, then pull back to blow cool air across her wet nipple while my warm palm stays between her legs. The contrast makes her tremble, legs going weak beneath her.

I press my body weight into her, steadying her. “Not yet, honey. We have a long way to go. You deserve everything in this world, and I’ll be your pillar when you’re weak, the arms that hold you when you collapse, and the man who rebuilds you every single time.”

I pull back just enough to deliver a series of gentle, teasing spanks to her exposed, wet pussy—light at first, then varying the rhythm and pressure unpredictably. Each soft smack makes her jolt and drip more for me. I keep the pace irregular, watching her hips twitch and chase the sting, building her higher without letting her tip over. “Hold on,” I whisper hotly against her ear.

My cock is rock hard, straining against my pants. I press it against her hip so she can feel exactly what she does to me. She nods breathlessly. I scoop her wetness from the spanks and spread it across her belly, then lick my fingers clean with a groan. “My nectar of life.”

I kiss her forehead tenderly, then slide my hand back down, tapping lightly over her skin until I reach her aching sex again. I rub slow circles over her clit before pushing two fingers inside, curling them while my palm grinds against her. “Imagine the whole wilderness watching us… something only we get to feel.”

I bite down on her neck with every thrust of my fingers. Then I wedge my thigh between hers, lifting her onto her toes. “Open.” I slide my tongue into her mouth while she’s still biting the fabric, tasting her moans. “Now show me how needy you are, baby. Grind on my thigh.”

She starts moving, hips rolling desperately, faster and faster as I encourage her. “That’s it, my good girl. Keep moving. You’re the show tonight.” Her moans turn into broken cries. I feel her getting close and growl against her ear, “Don’t stop. Grind harder.”

Just as her eyes start to roll back, I lift her suddenly, pressing her back against the railing for support. My fingers curl deeper inside her. “Come for me now, honey. Come hard.”

She shatters beautifully—crying out, body convulsing, the coffee cup tipping over and shattering on the ground just like her. Her release coats my hand and drips down, marking the deck with her pleasure. I hold her tight through every wave, kissing her softly while my fingers keep working her gently, drawing out every last tremor.

My beautiful, pretty sundress girl.

Hey there…

I’m a soft male Dom who enjoys the push-and-pull of a real brat. I want someone who’ll test boundaries, talk back, and make me earn the right to put her in her place… then melt when I take care of her afterward. The kind of dynamic where the teasing, the attitude, and the eventual surrender all feel good for both of us.

I’m looking for connection first — playful, charged, and mutually enjoyable. Open to voice calls once we’ve talked a bit, and if things feel right and we both want it, maybe meeting up later. No pressure at all. Just good energy, clear communication, and a shared desire to have fun.

South Indian girls preferred.

Before you DM:-

1.Check my profile

2.Be ready to verify (I’ll do the same)

If that sounds like your kind of trouble, come say hi.

Hey,

I hope your day went good

I’m all about starting things slow and letting the tension build up nice and natural. We can chat in the DMs with some flirty words at first, just teasing each other, then I’ll start guiding you a little… telling you how I want you to touch or what to tell me next while you open up bit by bit. Clothes come off gradually, the words get hotter, and before you know it the steam is rising so much it feels right to move to a call where you can hear my voice giving you soft commands. I’m a soft dom type — caring but definitely in charge, making sure you’re melting for me the whole time.

Check my profile if you wanna see the vibe I bring.

What makes a deep connection for subs? Is it the comfort of a steady Dom who gives clear care and direction? The depth of attentive care when you truly need it? Or that cozy bubble of protection you feel in their presence?

Maybe it’s the warm physical intimacy, or the quiet tension that builds when your partner is near. I’m not entirely sure yet… but it’s something worth pondering.

Curious about your experiences—what creates that real sense of connection for you? The care, the safety, the spark, or something else?

Share your thoughts, i would love to hear them.

This is gonna be a long read so hang on and you will be well rewarded for your time-

She stands on the outer deck of our farmhouse, the evening breeze playing with the hem of that adorable sundress. A warm cup of coffee rests in her pretty hands as she watches the sunset, her skin glowing golden under the fading light.

I pace slowly toward her, drinking in the sight. When I reach the railing, I place my hands on either side of her and lean in close. Those hazelnut eyes catch the last rays of sun and glow with a warmth that blinds me in the best way. I lose myself in them completely. Nature has its mysteries, but none compare to the way she pulls me under without even trying. My footing slips for a second—literally and figuratively—before I steady myself.

My angel on earth.

I gently take the coffee from her hands and sip it, letting the warmth ground me again. She glances up at me with that sly little smile that always undoes me. I set the cup aside, slide my arms around her shoulders, and trail my fingers slowly down her arms to her hips, tugging her flush against me. She melts into my chest, resting her head there.

“Honey,” I murmur, voice low, “I know I say it every day, but I’m so damn glad I met you. You’re so beautiful… I lose my breath every single time I look at you.”

She takes the cup from my hand and sets it on the railing, then slips between me and the wood, pressing herself closer. I lean down, kissing her forehead, then the space between her brows, her nose, both cheeks, and finally her lips. I linger there, soft and unhurried, until she starts gently suckling on my lower lip. The cold wind brushes past us, but she pulls me tighter for warmth, arms wrapping around my shoulders. We break into quiet laughter, foreheads touching, before the kiss deepens again.

The deck lights flicker on as the sun finally slips away. My hands roam over her body—slow, possessive, worshipful—while her nails dig into my back, holding on. The world fades. The wind no longer matters. We’re the hottest thing out here, burning like embers against each other.

I guide her back until her head rests against the wooden post, then slide my nails lightly up her thighs, lifting the sundress as I go. When I reach her hips and realize she’s wearing nothing underneath, a low growl slips out.

“Naughty woman…”

I catch both her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand. With the other, I lift the dress higher, exposing her to the cool evening air. “Open your mouth, baby.” She obeys so sweetly. I tuck the hem of the fabric between her lips. “Bite down.”

She looks utterly adorable like this—flushed, pinned, and trusting.

I slide my foot between hers, spreading her stance wider. I kiss her deeply while she bites on the fabric, then trail my hand up her inner thigh. Her whimpers are music. I lower my mouth to her breast, latching onto her nipple and suckling firmly as my fingers glide over her slick sex. I cup her gently, stroking with slow pressure, then pull back to blow cool air across her wet nipple while my warm palm stays between her legs. The contrast makes her tremble, legs going weak beneath her.

I press my body weight into her, steadying her. “Not yet, honey. We have a long way to go. You deserve everything in this world, and I’ll be your pillar when you’re weak, the arms that hold you when you collapse, and the man who rebuilds you every single time.”

I pull back just enough to deliver a series of gentle, teasing spanks to her exposed, wet pussy—light at first, then varying the rhythm and pressure unpredictably. Each soft smack makes her jolt and drip more for me. I keep the pace irregular, watching her hips twitch and chase the sting, building her higher without letting her tip over. “Hold on,” I whisper hotly against her ear.

My cock is rock hard, straining against my pants. I press it against her hip so she can feel exactly what she does to me. She nods breathlessly. I scoop her wetness from the spanks and spread it across her belly, then lick my fingers clean with a groan. “My nectar of life.”

I kiss her forehead tenderly, then slide my hand back down, tapping lightly over her skin until I reach her aching sex again. I rub slow circles over her clit before pushing two fingers inside, curling them while my palm grinds against her. “Imagine the whole wilderness watching us… something only we get to feel.”

I bite down on her neck with every thrust of my fingers. Then I wedge my thigh between hers, lifting her onto her toes. “Open.” I slide my tongue into her mouth while she’s still biting the fabric, tasting her moans. “Now show me how needy you are, baby. Grind on my thigh.”

She starts moving, hips rolling desperately, faster and faster as I encourage her. “That’s it, my good girl. Keep moving. You’re the show tonight.” Her moans turn into broken cries. I feel her getting close and growl against her ear, “Don’t stop. Grind harder.”

Just as her eyes start to roll back, I lift her suddenly, pressing her back against the railing for support. My fingers curl deeper inside her. “Come for me now, honey. Come hard.”

She shatters beautifully—crying out, body convulsing, the coffee cup tipping over and shattering on the ground just like her. Her release coats my hand and drips down, marking the deck with her pleasure. I hold her tight through every wave, kissing her softly while my fingers keep working her gently, drawing out every last tremor.

My beautiful, pretty sundress girl.

The door clicked open, and there you were—my beautiful girl, home from a long day, looking utterly famished and drained. You sank into the armchair with a heavy sigh, kicking off your shoes and calling my name in that tired, needy little voice that always pulls me straight to you.

I walked over slowly, taking in the sight of you: shoulders slumped, eyes half-closed. Without a word, I handed you a fresh bag of chips from the kitchen, then pulled up a chair right beside yours and sat close, my hand resting on your knee. “Rough one today, princess?”

We started talking softly, the kind of easy conversation that lets the day melt away. But then your leg shifted. You draped it over my thighs, and those pretty toes began sliding higher… deeper. Teasing. Exploring. My breath caught as you traced further, pressing against the growing bulge in my pants. This woman—never too tired to be a little temptress.

I gripped the arm of my chair hard, knuckles whitening. Fuck. If I lost control now, the roles would flip in a heartbeat. Only a brat like you could test a dom this way.

Your toes ran from the head of my cock all the way down to the hilt, slow and deliberate. A soft laugh escaped you around a mouthful of chips, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Alright, honey… that’s enough,” I said, voice low and calm but firm. I caught your ankle, lifting your leg. I brought your foot to my mouth and kissed it tenderly—slow presses of my lips along your sole, up your ankle, your calf, the soft skin behind your knee, then higher to your inner thighs. Your skirt rode up naturally as I guided both legs over the arms of the chair, spreading you open for me.

“Don’t put those chip crumbs in my hair,” I murmured with a small smirk, nipping gently at your inner thigh. “And you won’t be walking freely after this. I might just fill every hole of yours multiple times tonight. You may or may not like the consequences, princess.”

I dropped to my knees in front of the chair, hooking my fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them aside. One hand slid up under your top, cupping your breast and freeing it, my thumb brushing over your hardening nipple. My other hand stayed on your thigh, keeping you open.

I leaned in and pressed my tongue flat against the bottom of your sex, licking a long, slow stripe all the way up to your clit. “Fuck… you’re yummy,” I groaned against you. I explored every fold, licking again and again, savoring the taste of you. As your wetness coated my tongue, I pressed my nose against your clit and tilted my chin, sliding my tongue inside you while my hands pushed your thighs further apart.

Gluttony and lust in one go—like a temptation even a patient dom can’t resist. I curled my tongue deeper, one palm resting on your tummy so I could feel every hitch of your breath and flutter of your diaphragm. Then I pulled back, sucking your clit between my lips and flicking it steadily with the tip of my tongue.

You started shivering, muscles tensing beautifully over the armrests. Every little strand and tremble of your thighs was visible—so fucking hot.

“Let it go, princess,” I murmured against your slick skin. “It’s a battle you can’t win… and you’ll still win the war. Cum for me.”

I sank back in, devouring you with renewed hunger until your body gave in completely—shaking, squirting, soaking my face as you came hard. I licked you clean through every aftershock, gentle and thorough, before finally pulling back.

I stood, wrapped my arms around you, and pulled you up into a tight, warm hug. Holding my naughty woman against my chest, I kissed the top of your head and whispered, “Welcome home, baby. I’ve got you.”

Come here, my pretty princess.

Sit in my lap on the bed, back against my chest, legs spread wide so we can both watch in the mirror facing us. That soft little dress stays on… for now. My hands slide up and cup your tender breasts over the fabric, thumbs brushing across your nipples while my mouth finds the back of your neck and your shoulder, slow, warm kisses that make you melt into me.

I want you to feel my heat sinking into your skin. My legs ease yours further apart, revealing those smooth thighs and the delicate peek of your panties. Fuck… I’m not sure who’s getting edged more right now — you or me.

My rough hands glide over your flawless skin, squeezing, kneading, claiming every inch. I suck gently on your earlobe and whisper, “You’re mine to savour, baby. All mine.”

I lift your dress slowly, bunching it around your waist. My palms spread your thighs wider, then cup your pussy over your panties, pressing and rubbing in lazy circles until I feel you getting damp and warm beneath my touch. One hand stays there, teasing, while the other slides back up to your breasts, rolling your nipples between my fingers until they’re stiff and aching.

You start grinding against me like a needy little thing. Cheeky girl. I kiss the back of your neck again. “Eyes on the mirror, princess. You’re the show tonight.”

I hook your panties to the side and free your breasts completely, letting them spill out so I can see those pretty peaked nipples in the reflection. My fingers trace your slick folds, coating themselves in your honey. I bring my other hand to your mouth first — “Get them wet for me” — then return to your nipples, circling and tugging while my fingers brush up and down your pussy, deliberately avoiding your clit… until you’re trembling.

Only when you’re properly worked up do I finally touch it — light, slow circles, just enough to make your hips chase my hand. I keep you there, right on that sweet edge, never letting you tip over. My cock is rock hard against your spine, leaking every time you squirm.

I slide a finger inside you, curling gently, while I pinch your nipple at the same moment. Your whole body tightens… but I stay still, letting you calm down just enough. No big finish tonight. Just enough to keep you dripping and desperate.

Eventually I pull you down onto the bed, wrap you up safe and warm in my arms, and keep one hand between your legs — slow, lazy circles on your swollen clit. Soft kisses on your temple while I edge you gently into that dreamy, fuzzy headspace.

“Shhh… that’s it, princess. Drift for me.”

Next time? I won’t be this gentle. But tonight you get to fall asleep right on the edge, knowing exactly who you belong to.