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holding your face down into the sheets while i fuck you except i accidentally just smothered you. your lack of sound is odd and you’ve gone a bit limp,, but i don’t really mind.
asking to fuck him after coming back from the gym and using my shirt as a gag so all he'll smell and taste is my sweat and cologne, holding his face to look at me while he drools on it and feeling how heated his face is, knowing that he's into it like the dirty dog he is.
wishing i was knuckles deep in a pretty boy right now, my other hand over his mouth to keep him quiet while i fuck him.
i’d talk him through all of it, feeling him melt into me as my tone continues to get more and more condescending. such a good boy
The simple power “No.” has can’t be understated. It’s especially fun those first few times someone hears it. When they’re forced to contend with the reality that everything they’ve taken for granted is now something they need to request. Something they’ll need to beg for.
“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.
Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.
Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm.
I’m training them to hesitate.
When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.
The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.
I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.
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thinking about being told to fuck myself while my owner watches, and struggling so bad that they take over and fuck me themselves while telling me how fucking dumb i get when im being stuffed... "can't even make yourself feel good, mutt? do i have to do everything for you?" as they force the toy into me over and over again ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
Sucking t cock in a dingy bathroom at some club. Fat, hairy man cunt pressed against my face while the broken tiles of the floor cut up my knees.
Ruining a pretty little faggot with my cock, fucking him to tears and pieces while he whimpers and writhes. Pump him full of my cum till it's leaking out then fuck it back in. Make him choke till his cock can't even twitch and it's all red and leaky. I wanna see how handsome he looks with tears streaming down his cheeks, maybe mixed with my cum, on his knees looking up at me. Wanna make sure he knows what a good fag he his. He's my pretty boy, and he's so good at it. All he's gotta do is sit there and take my cock like a man, and he'll get everything he wants in return. Maybe even a set of my teeth marks scared into his shoulder, so everyone knows who he belongs to.
Oh poor thing, why are you crying? Is the knife scary to see? Should I bury it in your guts so you don’t have to look at it?
Hearing you grunting "its your own fucking fault" while your grip tightens around my throat and you rut your cum into me
It's so cute when sweet boys are getting fucked so hard they can't even speak anymore. Whimpering and crying or straight up just drooling with glossy eyes and making cute little "uh uh uhh" sounds.
Or instead of not speaking, they're just babbling. Eyes rolling and body trembling, lips forming incoherent sentences that barely make any sense.
I love the idea of making such a smart boy so stupid <3
make up reasons to rape me. did you have a bad day? am i just too pretty?
giggly cuddling that turns into play fighting that turns into you pinning me down and saying “try it. try to get away.” that turns into me struggling and cursing at you while you push inside me
Put me through such hell, such agony, edging death, until even you can’t tell if I’m still alive or not.
Prepare me for hell by putting me through it yourself.
Watch me rot before my heart stops beating, let the maggots eat me from the inside and keep me alive long enough for me to feel it happen.
I will lay in place, hardly breathing, heart pumping weakly every few seconds, sending fuel to mangled and useless limbs.
Cuddle with me in this state, caress my glass bones and paper skin, kiss me to see if there’s any warmth left, if the life has escaped me yet.
But even then, you can’t know for certain whether my suffering has ended, if I’m begging for death to take me, or if I’m still dangling on the edge of what life is left, onto some false hope of ever surviving.
hi i think youre scary wanna kiss
suspending you by your neck, watching you struggle and gasp for air. being a dumb hanging slut is all you were meant to be. playing with your soaked cunt, I know it craves my abuse. picking you up to give you a little respite, then cruelly dropping you down full force. still not enough to end you. that's okay, more fun for me <3
(this post is about lesbians)