[aliassubbythoughts]

Welcome✨

22 year old sub.

bi.

femme.

my kinks are:

Bondage, overstimulation, edging,

biting, consensual non-consensual,

mommy kink guided masturbation,

spanking/impact play, degradation and praising,

humiliation, marking, strap-on, size kink,

punishments, rewards, nipple play, somnophilia,

breeding, ruined orgasm, worshipping.

hard no's are:

gore, piss, scat, age play

dms are open.

[queermaylen]

Ever overthinker woman should have another woman to fuck her until she can't think anymore. I say this as an overthinker.

[sleepyknight]

Having a princess that's extremely bossy, acting like she's in charge of everything.

But still completely falls apart when I pin her hips against the bed, eating her out.

[aliassubbythoughts]

Please…I need you to to tie me up and use my body however you want to. Make me a babbling mess, so I can’t think anymore. Please, I'm begging you.

[sapphicdesiress-deactivated2025]

You catch my gaze from the corner of the room, and a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine.

Our weekly maintenance was something we'd established early on; as a way to ensure you're staying a good girl, a way to make sure you remember who you belong to.

I watch you intently as you lean against the counter, your body language portraying your need. You know what's coming, and the thrill of it makes your cheeks flush a sweet shade of pink.

"Bedroom"

I command firmly. You nod, very familiar with the routine mommy enforces weekly.

Once in the bedroom, you turn to face me. Your pretty eyes wide and eager, your breath coming in steady.

"Over my lap now, sweetheart"

I command as you already begin taking your panties off. You bend over my thighs, presenting your bare ass to me without a word. Your skin smooth and unblemished, except for the faint outline of my hand from our previous sessions.

My hand hovers just above your skin, your breath shaky, waiting for the the moment I bring it down firmly.

The sound of the smack echoes through the room, followed by your muffled cries.

Each strike grows more forceful, leaving a rosy handprint on your ass. You squirm and whimper, your hands tightly gripping the sheets beneath as if it will somehow lessen the sting. But you know better than to protest. After all, we both know what happens to girls who misbehave.

As the spanking progress, I can see your pussy growing wetter, glistening with need. I reach out and gently part your cunt, revealing the swollen bud of your clit. You jerk at the sudden contact, a soft whimper escaping your lips. With the tip of my finger, I trace the dampness that is pooling there, feeling along your folds before slipping it inside you. Your muscles clench around my finger, begging for more, as I continue the punishment with my other hand.

I know you're close to climax, your body trembling in silent pleas for release. But this is about more than just pleasure. So, I withdraw my hand, leaving you trembling and weak on the edge.

"Tell me why you're getting spanked"

I say, my voice still a command.

"Because I need it"

You whine, your voice thick.

"Because it makes me needy for mommy and it teaches me to stay a good girl"

I nod, pleased with your answer. The last smack lands with a final crack, sending a jolt through your body. You turn to face me, your eyes glazing with tears and your pretty body shaking.

"Good girl"

I praise, running my fingertips along the reddened flesh of your bottom. You shiver at my touch, your legs quivering with the effort to stay still.

"Now, let mommy remind you of who you belong to"

With that, I reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a flogger. You take in a sharp breath, your eyes widening at the sight of it. I trace it against my palm a few times, watching as you visibly swallow.

I inch closer, tracing the flogger along the curve of your ass before bringing it down with a firm smack. You yelp, your body jumping at the sudden impact. Your cries grow louder with every hit and your legs spread slightly, giving me a better view of your wet, swollen pussy.

As the strokes grow more intense, I lean down and whisper in your ear,

"Count for me, baby. Count each one."

You nod, your voice straining as you begin to count.

"One-"

Each number being punctuated by a gasp or moan as the leather meets your skin. Your ass being a beautiful canvas of red and pink by the time I was finished,

"..Ten"

"Good girl"

I praise, satisfied with the shade of red blossoming across your ass. I gently begin to rub soothing circles on your bare skin, impressed by the way you're taking everything today.

"Mommy’s best girl"