compare me
i love more than anything being compared to other girls, i love being told how fat and ugly i am compared to them and being told that i am disgusting, it makes me so wet
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@chokemehitmefuckme
compare me
i love more than anything being compared to other girls, i love being told how fat and ugly i am compared to them and being told that i am disgusting, it makes me so wet
You're disgusting.
You can try and act normal all you want. You have everyone fooled, don't you. They think you're this perfect girl who can do no wrong and is so innocent and pure.
But we both know the truth. You're gross. You're a pig. You can fight it for awhile, but you always come back. It's impossible at this point not to. Your body craves it. Your mind craves it now.
You need to be told you're fat. You need to be yelled at that you're simply to ugly to fuck. You're a gross pig. A fat whore. A stupid cunt. Piggy. You need to watch other girls getting fucked and imagine them both laughing at you.
As much as you say you hate it, you love it almost as much. I'm sure after you cum you tell yourself never again. But that's really just a fucking lie.
You're just a pig after all.
The more you objectify me, the wetter I get.
I know you’re horny darling. I can see your nipples poking through your top. But the rules clearly state that you’re only allowed two items of clothing every day. You said you wanted shoes, so you can’t have any underwear under that dress i’m afraid.
Just make sure that I don’t catch you touching yourself without permission again. You wouldn’t want to lose another item of clothing now would you?
Love this idea so much!
Oooooh!
"Mine"
I love when I’m referred to in the possessive form.
I like when he says, “You’re mine,” or “I want my girl,” or “What’s my slut up to today?”
I love feeling like I *belong* to him. I get the most amazing subbie girl rush.
Ugh this!!!!!! 😫😫😫💜💜💜
Best ever! ❤❤❤
The only thing I desire
“I’m popping out but would love to come home to some home baked cookies baby”
“But I can barely move like this”
“Oh it’s ok they are springs. So you just need to pull and you can move your arms and lower your leg. It’s good for your muscles. I know they are quite tight but the more you pull and move the loser they will get.”
“I won’t be too long anyway. And I know you can normally whip up something delicious in about 20 mins so I won’t be much longer than that.”
“But it will take longer like this, it’s so hard to pull on these springs. Please let me out and I’ll bake quicker”
*kisses her temple*
“I know you can do it baby. I have faith in you. Work extra hard for me. I love you. See you soon. Good girl”
Another one of these kitchen pictures that I’ve been touching myself to for the past few days. It has come to the point where just seeing this makes me so wet I just want to find some shackles and springs, crawl to the kitchen and restrain myself there, barefoot and in just an apron, like a little kitchen slave that I am…
Oh God, I didn’t just write that, did I? What is happening to me? I hope this phase ends soon…
What if it’s only the beginning? ;)
A beloved wife should regularly experience strict, but loving, correction. In this way she becomes a better and more submissive spouse.
Daily Stress relief
Sometimes this is the best collar you can ever give your girl
make my decisions for me, tell me what i need
Maintenance Spankings? Yes please..
I crave them like a drug.. I need the release, the pain, the pleasure, the attention, the contact.. the sound of his hand smacking my behind, the way he sounds, the way he speaks, the things he says.. the feeling of being overpowered, taken in hand, dominated.. then to snuggle in his lap..hazy but clear, comforted, loved.. HIS
Nothing above what the picture shows really matters.
In the end, building a pound to keep his cunts in was much better than using the basement for a pool table.
And there’s still two kennels free.