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@daddys-little-nymph
putting bruises and bite marks all over ur pretty body to claim ownership over u
BTW sending me porn to show me what you'd do for me is a very valid form of flirting
“That’s my good fvck pup…
Now stay…”
D.🖤
Well they are bitches, so why not treat her exactly as she is. Be a good girl and sit!
cake topper
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon, your husband was using the time to pay the bills. You were kneeling under his desk, his cock in your mouth to thank him for doing that. This was quality couple time. Him taking care of you. You thanking him with a blowjob.
"Hey, princess, can you come in here?"
A moment later she obligingly appeared, finding him sat at the dining table with a handful of his friends. They were smiling at her, which wasn't too weird- they were nice guys! But there was something in the way they were smiling that dostracted her. It was... expectant? She didn't dwell on it.
"Yes?" She asked.
"Focus," he said.
A flutter ran through her, top to bottom. She let out the breath she'd been holding and it almost sounded like a sigh. A happy sigh. Focus. Focus on the moment, on his words and nothing else. Focus on-
Then she remembered where she was, and that they weren't alone. Blushing furiously and obviously doing her best to maintain composure she, smile fixed, leaned in to hiss:
"Not in front of-"
"Good girls don't think."
"-your- Good girls don't think."
The words had come out as a reflex, cutting across her own and her thoughts. It left her off-balance and she was there, still bent, now quiet, for a good few seconds. Then her thoughts came back.
She made to say something then stopped herself. He was smirking at her, waiting for her to speak so he could interrupt again. All the orher guys were still watching, clearly enjoying themselves. Her face was burning. She was wet. She shouldn't be enjoying this as much as she was.
"I was just telling them all how good you are now," he said, when he figured she wasn't going to say anything. "How I helped you out. And maybe added some features."
"Features?" She asked, unable to stop herself. The word made her sound like a toy, with a list of things you could do on the box. Too late she realised this was exactly how he'd meant it.
"Tongue out."
Brain off.
It was automatic, again. His words bypassed anything else she might have had in her head and it happened. Not her choice, not in her control. She had maybe a second of blank, blissful mindlessness before she noticed. Thinking was getting harder, but it wasn't so hard yet she couldn't understand she'd just stuck her tongue out and crossed ber eyes in front of all of his friends.
They at least seemed very happy about it.
"That really works?" Asked one
"Really works. Every time. Took a bit, but now it's in there for good," he said, not bothering to hide his pride at what he'd done.
"You chan't-" she started to say, tongue still out, but he interrupted. Didn't even look at her.
"Grope yourself."
She did. Hands moved on their own. Brain slowed as she groped and moaned, eyes fluttering. A string of drool stretched from the tip of her tongue. The guys all made appropriate sounds of appreciation.
"It's really great," he said, taking a sip of his drink. "Now I can basically just talk her down into a needy drooling mess whenever I want. Just a couple words. Don't even need to touch her. I mean, I usually so, but you know..."
He looked over.
Her tongue was still out. She was still groping herself. How could she not be? He hadn't said she could stop. Moaning, panting, drooling, she stood there for them all to see.
His
"Good girls don't think," he said again.
"Ghoodd ghirls dhhon't thhiinkkk..." she groaned as best she could with her tongue out, the words sending a visible shiver through her. Reaching over, he put a hand up under the hem of her dress and between her legs. She gasped.
"Go wait in the bedroom. Keep yourself ready. Good girls obey."
"Good girls obey..." she repeated, heading off to the bedroom in a happy, fuzzy daze. He watched her go, then turned back to the others.
"Well, I'm not doing everything in front of you," he said.
Make me go from bratty -> begging to be good for you
I'm both a "make me" and a "yes sir" kind of girl but either way I want to end up folded like a lawn chair ✨
Brats are actually so soft🤭
Wanting to be reassured even if they misbehave they won’t be abandoned🖤
I see your "good girl" kink and raise you one "theeere she is, theeeres my good girl”
You were mopping the floor when your husband curled around your neck. Putting you in a chokehold. Leaning in close, smelling your hair deeply. "You smell like prey. You act like prey, being all soft and happy. You look like prey, all pretty and inviting. So I'm going to treat you like prey."
Not loosening his grip enough for you to squirm free, but enough for the blackness to recede. Dragging you to the bedroom, you are freed only to be slapped. Then slapped again before he grabs your hair and pulls you onto the bed.
Another slap keeps you there. Two hands yanking your top down. You can hear the dress tearing at the seams near your shoulders. Exposing your tits to the air. A nipple grabbed and twisted. You look up into his face and see the sadistic glee in his eyes before you whimper in pain.
Your face, your tits, slap after slap finding each of them. It only stops when the knife comes out. The neckline currently under your tits is it's first victim. Then your dress is cut down to the hem of your skirt.
Your husband leans in close to you. Pinning your wrists with his hands. "They talk about fight or flight. But prey like you has a third response. Freeze. If you just hold still it will all end." Leaning in to run his tongue along your neck. "Just keep thinking that."
He lets go of one hand and slaps you before reaching down to the pretty panties you are wearing. Pretty and delicate, they tear when he yanks at them. His tongue finding a tear, giving a little moan as he tastes it.
You find yourself driven into the bed as he rapes you. Just driving his cock into you. "Such a tight little cunt. That's why you are my favorite piece of prey."
And you can't help it, can you? Your poor little brain shutting down as you cum so very hard on his cock. You are his prey after all. You feel him preparing to cum and you can't help it as you cum again.
nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing
I am also thinking a lot about surprise commands. Like. Getting ready in the morning together and I tell my partner my plans for the day and they say "that sounds great, but I want you in bed by 10pm." Or I text them to ask if they want me to get them anything at the coffeeshop on the way home and they tell me what to get them and what to order for myself. Getting a text that just says "Put your collar on as soon as you get home." Sitting on the couch reading a book and you walk into the room just long enough to tell me I should be sitting on the floor. Being in the middle of something and you tell me to kneel, right then and there, and I stay there until you let me up. Telling you Im going to bed and being told to sleep without underwear or with a toy or tied up. Just. Surprise commands that come out of thin air and knock me into a subby headspace when I least expect it until my brain just learns to live there.
This post is gender neutral on purpose. The intention behind it is inherently feminist and inclusive.
When you got married, your husband didn't just have you change your last name. He had you change your first and middle names as well. Picking out two names he felt were prettier for you.
Reblog if you’re polyamorous, support polyamorous people, or think polyamorous people and relationships are valid
“But that’s embarrassing—“
“Then embarrass yourself for me.”
"Of course it is embarrassing, you silly thing. That's the point. I want you to sacrifice your pride to me. I want you to understand that my commands are more important than something as small and unimportant as shame. I want you to experience the intoxicating mix of embarrassment and pleasure so you learn how good it feels, and if you do well you will earn your reward"
"Now, begin"
Objectification and service
Wish this were my life