Janet Jackson Quotes

I do like my hair being pulled from time to time, it's like a pair of reins, innit?

"So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe."

Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little body up with my belt. Scream, help play my game, dracula man, I'll get my fangs.

If you go to see the woman, do not forget the whip.

I'm not averse to being tied up in silk scarves. I like a man to take charge. There's something very sexy about being submissive.

I like the feeling of being dominated

Power said to the world, "You are mine." The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, "I am thine." The world gave it the freedom of her house.

Bring on the shackles - I'm your prisoner

The Palm is a joint for sadists to entertain masochists.

Is this something new, having people stomp on you? Is it what I need to do for your pleasure?

In 'Fifty Shades,' seemingly, Christian has all the power and control - but actually, Anastasia does.

Bondage is - subjection to external influences and internal negative thoughts and attitudes.

I would not kill my enemies, but I will make them get down on their knees. I will, I can, I must.

He does what I have always needed to have done to me, and that is that he dominates me.

Perhaps it should only be added that the Gorean master, though often strict, is seldom cruel. The girl knows, if she pleases him, her lot will be an easy one.

Bondage is the life of personality, and for bondage the personal self will fight with tireless resourcefulness and the most stubborn cunning.

A man is the prisoner of his power.

Familiarize yourselves with the chains of bondage and you prepare your own limbs to wear them.

You pay me tribute, by that you become my slaves.

I associate Taylor Swift with some pretty kinky stuff.

I like the feeling of being dominated. It actually makes me feel safe as opposed to challenged.

The strong man with the dagger is followed by the weak man with the sponge.

All the black leather she needs is the E-Z boy recliner where her love is parked with one of his hands wrapped around a remote, the other, a bottle of beer. She's right. It's kinky. The way he doesn't look away from the TV, as her head bobs in his lap like a fisherman's float on a nature program, hectic with the pace his breath sets. His crotch swells under her mouth's prowess. He's such a sweetheart he waits until the commercials to come.

We stole their babes and mothers, chiefs and braves Although we held the whip, you knew we were The real slaves To alchemy, human alchemy.

The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.