Girls Rule, Subs Drool

Man, I have the strangest conversations and I love it

#ideal dynamic #texts #tidbit

Update: EXACTLY the kind of response that pushes my buttons and makes my eyes light up with pleasure

Man, I have the strangest conversations and I love it

#tidbit

This is the nicest message, ghostecho2! Thank you from the bottom of my evil heart. Home is where I (and my porn) are. You're right. It has truly been amazing to see how many people remembered me from before hiatus and after hiatus, if you're going to be so merciful as to call it a hiatus. Which makes it sound intentional. Anyway!! I hope I'll continue to see you where I set down new virtual roots. Love, Maria

#testimonial

Apparently this is supposed to be religious... (I'm procrastinating on the decision of what other platform to switch to instead of tumblr. I will figure it out after Christmas when I see how people are liking various new homes!)

So new kink?

So lately I’ve been thinking of like a bimbo mixed with gfd. Point is I’d like to be an empty headed boy, that’s only good for sex.

Like make me wear all the pretty things, edge me and make my mind melt away…Then make me give you oral.

Instead of a bimbo, an airheaded boy toy? A cute boy that is all about dressing good and showing off for me? Where as soon as he’s pushed down onto a chair and straddled his mind goes blank with pleasure because he’s such a good boy and trained so so so well? A barely there nudge that’ll send him to his knees and his head between my legs, his pretty, empty head filled with nothing but thoughts on how to make me feel good?

Yeah, I think it could work. 😉😈

Oh my gosh Reia, you’ve worded this soooo much better then me!😳

Well, I’ve only thought about it once or twice or ALL THE TIME.

I mean, there’s something so tantalizing about that gorgeous boy I’ve slowly broken and molded into a pretty doll that’s all mine for me to do with as I please. Where a snap of my fingers will gave him at my side immediately, that faraway vacant expression on his face and an eager to please smile on his lips. A single whispered word would have him hard and dripping in seconds, his hips flexing in the air against nothing because he’s been so brainwashed and emptied out of all rational thought other than Please Her and only Her.

Goodness😳😳😳

I could go on?

Like, when we’re just hanging out by a pool side and he’s wearing that skimpy number that makes him blush and titter nervously about being seen. And I assure him there’s no one around and once he’s calmed and relaxing in the sun, his back warmed by the heat of the day, I’d decide it’s time to have some fun at last. I’d push aside that deliciously scandalous Speedo and spread his cheeks to check on the plug that’s filling his hungry little ass. I’d gently tug on it and maybe twist it and grind it back in. Really working him open. When he starts whining and humping against the lounger I’ll laugh and slap his bottom, reminding him of what a hungry little slut he is, always so eager and horny. He’d agree readily, begging for a chance to please me and for me to use him right then and there.

But you don’t want to hear about that, do you? Nah.

Yes please😶 I do

Huh. Just saw your previous tags for this. 😈😈😈😈

I would slowly push him down this dark path of absolute mindlessness. He wouldn’t even notice slowly turning into such a good, obedient little boy toy doll. It’d start innocently enough with suggesting he wear things or wow, this video is so awesome you have to watch it. Or suggest hip new music for him to listen to, you’ll really enjoy it and it’s perfect for relaxing and meditating. He wouldn’t notice the small changes or how the videos get longer and longer. How hours could pass by and certain words lose meaning while others dig deep into his mind. He’d focus on being the PERFECT sex toy for me, practicing with dildos and plugs and clamps and eagerly wanting to serve me. It’d be such a gradual change he wouldn’t realize he’s started to act differently and how all he talks about are clothes and looking pretty and wow, I have to always be gorgeous for my Lady, she gets sad when I’m not. And now he watches those video routinely, not noticing as more and more of his mind empties away and he becomes more of a brainless pretty boy toy doll.

Welp, this is always going to be in the back of my head for a while now. Gosh😳😳😳

See? Already getting started. 😉😉😉😉😉😉😉

hhnggmushrooms-deactivated20191

Boytoy fetish? Fun!

#idea

If you take out the gendering and replace every instance of "women" or "men" with the word "people" -- then this article would be just about perfect. It really spoke to me and some of my habits that could stand to be, well... tweaked a little. (Unlike my habit of run-on sentences. That habit is here to stay)

#rejection

Wait a second

It's a decent consolation prize that I could now make this a blog devoted to (male-presenting 🙄) nipples, if I so chose.

hole-foods-official

I’m just going to say that I loved and cherished your blog very much, that I hope it won’t disappear and that, if it does, that I’m going to miss it very much.

The same goes double for you, Padrona Maria.

We talked little but when we did I told you very private things and you listened and encouraged me. I’ll be forever grateful for that.

Baci a vostri piedi, cara Padrona…

Alejandro

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OMG another message from somebody who is near and dear to my heart, who I remember fondly from conversations years ago. Also the only person to call me Padrona.

I will still exist and be posting… somewhere. Possibly bdsmlr. Possibly somewhere else. But I now have full backup copies.

(It pleases me immensely to know you’re still reading and checking my blog! I thought you’d long ago disappeared.)

Maria

#testimonial #submission

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Date a domme...

who loves it when her sub tops her and treats her like a queen when she feels exhausted and horny.

#ideal dynamic

fantasyofaswitch-deactivated201

I want to come home to someone humping my pillow because it smells like me and they got needy while I was gone

(Operation: emptying my drafts folder)

#ideal dynamic

blackbarbieofficial

Idc how many times I’ll hear it, when someone groans “fuck you’re so tight” while sliding something into my pussy, the floodgates open and I turn into actual jello 🙃

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Try not to think about me.

Try not to think about coming home after a long day of work, and finding me on your couch.

Try not to think about me reclining on your couch, legs crossed on the coffee table, tight black jeans framing my curves.

Try not to think about me saying “You’ve made me wait, pet. Get those clothes off, now!“

Try not to think about seeing me smile a bit as you say "Yes, Mistress.” You know any other words right now would just get you in trouble.

Try not to think about how you would feel peeling off your clothes, piece by piece, as I lazily watch the body I own. You’re used to it by now, but it is still a self-conscious moment every time. You love it.

Try not to think about the happy shudder that would go down your back when you hear “Take my pants off for me, pet."

Try not to think juuuuust how careful you’d be, as you said "Yes, Mistress and knelt down. How carefully you’d reach in to unbutton the button without touching my skin without permission, how carefully you’d reach to get the zipper, holding your breath for fear of catching my skin in it.

Try not to think about seeing my legs revealed inch by inch as you pull my jeans off and then fold them up like I taught you.

Try not to think about what it would be like to hear "Am I wet yet, pet? Check for me.” Your mind would be racing, wondering if you’d done something good to deserve this or if I just felt like being nice today. Your knees would press in to the carpet as you knelt forward and brushed my pussy with your index finger, just once, just lightly. “Yes, Mistress, you are very wet."

"I know, pet. Lick that finger clean, you don’t want to waste it, do you?"

"Never, Mistress.” You close your eyes and suck your whole finger, relishing my sweetness, it’s been so long…

“Open your eyes, slut! You’re supposed to be paying attention to me!” I shut my legs tight and you whimper, hoping your stupid mistake didn’t cost you the chance to please me, but you know that saying any excuse would not help your cause.

“You’re damn lucky that I’m craving your tonight. So this will be a lesson for you to pay attention to me, and not your own pleasure. As long as you keep eye contact with me, you may lick me. If you drift off or close your eyes, I’m going home and you don’t know when I’ll deign to come back and play with you again."

"Yes, Mistress.” You start to look down in shame, but then you remember and quickly look back at me.

“Get to it then! Don’t neglect a single inch of my pussy. I want to feel your tongue everywhere, pet."

You feel me lace my hands through your hair and we make eye contact, and you whisper again, "Yes, Mistress."

I pull you closer, tugging at your hair to guide you straight where I want you. You look at me, you stick out your tongue, your breathing gets faster, your cock throbbing to life, all you want is to lick me, craving to taste more of what you sucked off your finger, hungry to please me, and…

Try not to think about me. I dare you.

i tried and it didn’t work