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[anunsociablebear]

Let me love you like you're my favorite book. Obsessing over every little detail on each page. Every rip or stain is caressed & adored by me. I'll read between every line just to understand you in ways nobody has before and memorize the index of your mind so every chapter belongs to only me.

I can read you cover to cover forever.

[the-denial-diaries]

Give me strict protocols. Tell me I can’t wear clothing around you, that I can’t speak without permission, I can’t meet your gaze. Tell me I must wait for you, kneeling at the door when you come home. Make me ask for permission to eat, drink, sleep. Because there’s some really good reasons why I benefit from strict protocols.

They allow me to be completely selfless and function under a structure you don’t need to manage much.

Protocols keep you at the front of my mind, they prioritize my respect for you over anything else.

They allow me to serve you without being commanded. They remove monotonous decisions from your plate.

Protocols rewire my brain into a series of steps that push me lower and lower.

They keep me in a submissive headspace even when I’m feeling down, or less horny.

Protocols remind me of my inferiority, but in a way that feels secure and safe.

They make behaviors that feel strange at first into behaviors that fill me with lust and pride to complete.

Protocols help reinforce that your control over me is total and final.

They show me that the only rights I deserve are the ones you gift me.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

“make me.” okay let’s do it then.

I’m going to make you regret that tone within five minutes. god I love it when you say that like it’s a challenge. you say it with so much confidence, but baby I will. I’ll make you rethink every single word that just came out of that pretty smart mouth until you're wishing you’d stayed silent. I’m going to bend you over and make you take exactly what you’re asking for until you’re sobbing my name, making you realize that "making you" is actually my favorite thing to do.

I’ll make you choke back every one of those smart ass comments the second I have your legs pinned to my shoulders. I’ll make you claw at the sheets because I’m not letting you cum until I hear you take it all back. I’ll make you see stars while i devour you, making you realize that all that tough energy was just a lie to get me to notice you. I’ll make you cum until your body literally can’t handle another touch, making you shake and shiver until you're a wreck.

I want to see that ego drop and turn into desperation. I’ll make all that fire in your eyes turn into tears, until the only thing you can do is drip all over my fingers and beg. you wanted me to make you? fine. I’ll make you a good little object. I’ll make you remember exactly what happens when you try to challenge me. by the time I’m done, I won’t have to make you do anything ever again.

[httpsthorns]

dom who's dedicated to learning just how you like it. softly cooing at you while their fingers explore your body, slow and patient. "how's that, baby? does that feel nice?" "do you like it when i touch you here?" "right there, sweet thing?" until you can only nod and babble in response.

[devils-queen]

666

[fer4lpuppy]

i want to feel completely helpless, wrists cuffed together above my head and legs forcefully spread apart as they overstimulate me to tears…

want to beg and plead for them to stop, only to receive a cruel slap to my thigh for using my words. i am just a toy, a helpless little doll for them to play with as they please and i have no say in anything they want to do to me.

[thebeautifulinflamed]

[the-sensitive-sadist]

I get off so much on spanking it almost feels genuinely problematic. I'm obsessed with the unbelievable power I hold over you when you're pinned over my knee, tied to a spanking bench, or bent over something, vulnerable and waiting to be painfully used. I constantly think about the progression from surprised yelps with each slap, to pained screams and tormented moans. I adore the way skin goes from a pretty shade of pink to a dark, glorious red, to deeper, beautifully dark purples and greens.

I love how pretty bruises look the day after a hard spanking. I love changing my tempo of swats, slowly down or unexpectedly speeding up so you don't have any time to brace before I hit you. I love groping your ass and digging my fingers into the marks I'm leaving on you. I love pulling your hair and making you kiss me while I beat you, sticking my tongue in your mouth while I slap you again and again. I love biting your ass between rough swats. I love groping your chest when I hit you, so you really feel like a powerless piece of meat. I love pausing for a few seconds and teasing you between your thighs, playing with your crotch for a few seconds or even sticking my fingers inside you before I start hitting you all over again. I love forcing toys inside you and spanking you while you keep them inside you. I love forcing your head down and making you gag for me while I hurt you. I love sweetly talking you through the pain, telling you how gorgeous you look when I fuck you up.

[kawiza]

[frenchvelvetkisses]

i think you’re at your prettiest when you’re so desperate you can’t even think anymore. there’s this specific look in your eyes glassy and completely unfocused. where i can tell there isn't a single coherent thought left in that pretty little head. not that you need that brain of yours anyway. you’re so much better as my little doll isn't that right sweetheart? i love the way you fall apart when you’re overstimulated. I don’t need you to speak anymore, i much rather watch the moment your vocabulary shrinks down to just my name and a few broken whimpers. fucking you so dumb that you forget what day it is, let alone what you were going to say. "shhh now. no more talking. just be a good girl and take it"

keeping my voice sweet while i push you right past your limit. i love watching you try to form a sentence, your lips parting, your tongue tripping over words. you look beautiful when you’re struggling to remember how to breathe or speak.

i want to leave you completely incoherent barely able to get out a please or a thank you without your voice cracking and trailing off into another moan.

"see? much better. you don't need to think, darling. i'll do all the thinking for both of us." you’re three orgasms deep and you’ve reached that point where you’ve forgotten how to be a person. your skin so sensitive, your breath coming in short panicked little bursts. i haven't let you up for air once. i haven't even given you a second to remember your own name.

i can feel the way your thighs are trembling against my shoulders, a quiver that you can't stop. you try to pull back, your hands weakly batting at mine, your voice a high broken mess of a sound. "stop please, i can't... i'm done..." i just lean over you, my weight pinning you into the mattress while i bring the vibrator back down. the second it touches your swollen and overstimulated skin, you let out a sound that isn't even a moan anymore, it’s a sob. "i know you think you're done, but look at you. you’re still so wet, still so reactive. your body is telling me a completely different story." i don’t stop nor do I turn it down. i don’t give you the mercy of a break. i just bury the toy against you, keeping the pressure heavy and push two fingers in. watching your eyes roll back until only the whites are showing, your head thrashing against the pillow.

"you can take it baby. you’re doing so well, you can give me one more. i can feel you starting to getting close already."

you’re so far gone you aren't even trying to form words anymore. you’re just a collection of soft whimpers and uncoordinated movements. i love the way you’re trying to grind into it even while you’re crying, your mind is begging for it to end but your body is hungry, reaching for that next orgasm before the last one has even faded. i lean down and whisper right into your ear, my voice while i make you cum for the fourth time. "see? i told you. your body didn’t want to stop. it just wants more of me. now be a good little doll and give me everything you have left”

[nihilismio]

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Brat taming gives me such a fucking rush, I love the look of genuine, confused, frightened excitement in their eyes when they realize they've taken their bratting just a bit too far and they're about to get absolutely destroyed

[sophsknight]

missionary so i can whisper in her ear, "i'd die for you. i'd kill for you. there's nothing i wouldn't do for you, my princess" while slamming my cock into her cervix over and over again.

[frenchvelvetkisses]

I am such a sucker for praise. you could ruin me, break me, and have me sobbing into the mattress, but the second you whisper good girl, you’re doing so well for me, I’ve got you, you’re perfect, that’s my girl, just like that against my ear I’m ready to do it all over again. It’s embarrassing how much power those some words have over me, or the way their voice makes me ache. I’ll be whatever you want as long as you keep saying it and as long as you keep talking, in that specific tone, that sends shivers down my spine.

[angels1ut]

let’s play a game called you put your finger inside of me and keep it still while you tell me all the gross things you want to do to me and see what makes me clench the hardest then tease me about it while i try to deny everything. okay?

[toriaelise]

[tbgkaru]