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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@kalbdsm
This is perhaps one of the most attractive pictures to the intox-kink part of my brain, oh how I want to just decide for you how drunk you get, no arguments or debate, just eager obedience ❤️
Tighter and tighter
i have a suggestion
your erotica doesn't need to align with your principles. you can find something hot and not believe it should be the way of things. you can play out dynamics in kink that shouldn't be replicated societally. what gets you going is not an indictment of your character
Lot of posts about how it feels to be denied. Not nearly enough focusing on the denier.
There's something nirvanic about the feeling of watching them beg for something they want so desperately— so needy for— and seeing their pleasure hinge on your decision and your decision alone. Watching them squirm and whimper away when you tell them no. Watching their thighs twitch, drenched from their own neediness, holding back their own pleasure just because you said so. Seeing how powerful your word is, that your commands are law for them.
Being able to selfishly indulge myself after a long day of being kind and considerate of others by telling my sub they're not going to cum tonight because that'll make me cum harder. That I'm the only one who gets to use their body to cum. That they're going to be a shaky, twitchy mess of a cumdump by the time I'm done with them. Full of loads from giving me better orgasms but not full of any of their own.
How every orgasm they give me while they wait for my permission to cum feels like pure, unfiltered love. Someone loving me so much, wanting to see me happy so much, that they kneel and hump my boot while I mount their face until I cum down their throat as they quiver with need and squeeze their thighs together helplessly. Making them thank me afterwards for denying them so I could cum harder.
The emotional intensity and ego high of knowing this extra pleasure comes specifically at my partner's expense. I already love making them suffer for my amusement, this is just the disparity of power in our relationship laid humiliatingly bare for us to see. It makes my balls swell up with pride and cock burst with love.
They might not get to cum yet, but they get to taste and feel every load of mine and know every ounce of suffering was worth it to hear me groan happily and pulse rhythmically inside of them. Every drop of unfairness to the denied is just another drop of a pleasure to their denier.
The dominant urge to be orally serviced at a moment's notice is just exquisite. Casually putting your sub into a vulnerable position beneath you, physically and symbolically. Without any direct stimulation for themselves, they let you use their mouth or worship you with their face, the most important part of their body that shapes their identity. And you're just nonchalantly using it to empty your blue balls.
Knowing that on a whim you can fuck them in their identity for your pleasure and they'll bat their eyes and smile and say thank you, happy to have pleased you. Their mouth a little sore and themselves a little winded afterwards, but feeling so accomplished because they worked so very hard to be objectified and obedient for you. It's so satisfying to them to sacrifice their comfort so you could have a good time.
And they may not always understand why they're driven to submit and need to give you a good time with every fiber of their being. But now there's undeniable liquid proof of their good job filling their tummy up with rewarding warmth and the subspacey high they feel from it is intoxicating. It's radiating satisfaction and euphoria from their core.
There's no way to deny they were a good pet at that point. They did as they were trained and now you're relaxed and proud while they're marked and filled with a part of you, having their head and hair petted possessively by their proud owner. They did as they were told and feel absolutely heavenly for it and they may already yearn with need for the next opportunity to please you.
And they hug your legs tightly after because all they ever wanted was someone to make them feel cherished for all their hard work. Someone who would not abuse their submissive nature but would also make them completely, utterly owned and obedient, constantly paying attention to them and keeping them in their place.
It's such a casual yet powerfully raw expression of the beautiful dance of power disparity on display between an owner and their property.
Street art in Melbourne, Australia.
girls who give themselves pussy slaps when they masturbate are angels
It's hump day, someone needs to be over here humping against my shoe or leg while I pet their hair and let them suck on my fingers, trying desperately to get themselves off or at least so worked up I'll take pity on them and bend them over my desk to use them as a proper desk pet
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You are never too talkative for someone who likes to hear you, you are never too annoying for someone who find your little actions cute, you are never too depressed for someone who knows what you went through, You are never too late for someone who awaits to see you all day, you are never too far for someone who loves you...
i love when women are perverts, nothing is better than a disgustingly filthy minded beautiful woman