sub keeva

submissive. Irish. 40’s

[stemmingspark]

you dating a girl who has worked so much her entire life just to ultimately make her get used to being cucked over and over by you - this leads to her funding for you having an affair, using her paychecks for the cake and yours’s desires …. hmm

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C/W: Cuckquean

It would be pretty hot to do that someone like that, wouldn't it? Dating a girl that had worked so hard in life for a lucrative career, a house, and a plethora of degrees and trophies just to eventually meet me.

It'd start off as a fantasy. A smart, intelligent girl like her would understand the difference between fantasy and reality. She'd understand the need to switch off occasionally. She'd have previously painted or played the piano but over time she'd find herself on her knees more, choking on my cock as I talked about her friends. 'It's just a fantasy,' she'd say to herself. 'It's just a kink. Just some harmless fun.'

Eventually I'd tell her that her long hours — buried in her office as she slaved away — were making me lonely. That maybe I could try texting a girl. "Just rub your cunt, sweetie. Rub away your jealousy. See if you like the thought of it," I'd tell her if she resisted. Melting away her hesitation with disgusting, gross orgasms.

She'd come home every night knowing that I'd been sexting some whore. She'd get on her knees every night, choking herself out on my cock in an attempt to reclaim me but... she'd eventually break. One evening, she'd ask me about them. And as I'd go on about their fatter tits or their prettier faces or their nastier kinks, she'd find herself burning with even more jealousy. That night, I'd fuck her as she pretended to be one of my sluts, asking me if I was tighter than her useless girlfriend.

"It'd be hot if I could actually do it. You know... fuck one of those girls while you're working," I'd casually say while edging her cunt to nastier fantasies. "Promise me that you're okay with it and I'll let you cum," before she frantically nods and pleads for me to use my fat cock on any girl I wanted as she cums.

The first time she'd walk in on me would be the hardest... but I know I'd convince to stay and watch. To see me thrust into this prettier cunt faster and harder than I'd ever done with her. She'd understand. God... I'd love how hardworking she is. I'd love how high she'd climb up the corporate ladder, earning more and more money. Money that I'd use on dates and clothes and accessories for our cake.

I'd love to fuck our cake, pounding away at that tight slit as my girlfriend edges and begs to cum. Crying out and pleading. Would it be wrong if I told she could if she sent me money? I know she'd do it instantly. Whip out her phone, her fingers buried in her drenched cunt, as she shakily sends me money and cums to it.

God, that'd be pretty fucked up, wouldn't it? Training my girlfriend to earn money and send it over just so she would be allowed to cum watching me break some other woman.

[zorro11-deactivated20140331]

[builtforhispleasure]

It started slowly — he stopped saying “our bed” and start saying “my bed.”

“Why don’t you go wait for me in my bed?”

“Are you ready to curl up in my bed with me?”

Then he began to tell me the reasons why he liked having me in his bed. He loved having me right there for him to grope and grab whenever he wanted to feel my body. He loved how warm I made his bed for him. He loved pushing my head down in the morning to start his day with a blowjob. Always reminding me that my presence in his bed was all about his pleasure and convenience.

He started having me ask permission before I got into his bed at night — “Sir, please may I get in your bed with you?” He always said yes, until the night he didn’t. He didn’t sleep well the night before, he told me, and he had an early start, so he needed to make sure he got a better night of sleep. He needed his bed to himself tonight.

I stammered and shuffled, not sure where that left me. The spare bedroom? The couch? The floor?

He left me there, confused, and I heard him moving things around in his closet before walking back over holding a large dog bed. “You can sleep in your bed tonight, sweetie. Right next to mine. This way, if I need your mouth, you’re not too far away.”

He set it up next to his side of the bed and watched as I curled up in it then draped a blanket over me. “What do you say?”

I blushed, eyes prickling with humiliated tears, and thanked him.

He let me sleep in his bed for the next few weeks, but then he had a short business trip — just a few nights out of town. Generally he liked to bring me along with him when he traveled but it just didn’t work this time. As we talked through any things that I needed to take care of in the house while he was gone, he said, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, and don’t sleep in my bed when I’m not here. I like you being next to me in bed, but it doesn’t make sense for you to sleep on my bed when I’m not there to enjoy you. I made my bed so it’s ready for me when I get home, and I set your bed up for you for while I’m away.”

Every night he was away, he’d give me my bedtime and tell me to send him a picture of me before I fall asleep, and I dutifully did — curled up in my bed, where he wanted me and where I belonged.

[stupidfatbabygirl]

Strip me down and enjoy my discomfort at being exposed. Casually jiggle my belly as I look away in shame. Make me get on the scales and be shocked at how high the number is. Write it on my fat rolls. Bend me over the bed and lecture me for being a greedy lazy blubber ball. Spank me, one for every kilo; or worse one for every pound. Get harder as you go, swapping for wooden spoon, paddle then cane. When I'm a sobbing mess remind me this would have been a much shorter spanking if I was thin, and I deserve it since it's my own fault. Tell me we'll be doing this every week until I've lost enough weight.

[cvntdogtits]

I worship my master. I love his violence and his strength and his dominance of me. I'm grateful to degrade myself for him, erode myself for him. His happiness is my only priority. I want to hurt myself for him

[keevathesub]

[digusting-dad]

You are what I tell you

If I say you‘re a dog, you get on all fours and bark. If I say you‘re my doormat, you let me step on you, and hump my shoes clean. If I tell you that you‘re not worth sleeping in a bed, you sleep on the ground. You do wherever the fuck I order you to. If I tell you that you‘re a fuck doll, you drop to you knees and open your mouth. If I tell you, you‘re my servant, you bow in front of me.

You‘re also supposed to do everything I say.

You are not allowed to ask questions. You Just say yes sir and thank you sir. You know that I know what's best for you.

[dad--420]

Getting her a necklace with a tracker in it so I know where she is at all times

[littlepurplefairy]

❤️ privacy is not a right I should have

[keevathesub]

My former Dom had me put a gps tracker app on my phone and it is still active. He still watches me, wherever i go… 🥰

[lord2rad]

How many will admit it ?

[daddysadist1]

I do love a masochist

[keevathesub]

Please use me Sir? i am your toy to use as you wish.

i am a pathetic wh*re. Today i put on slutty underwear and plugged my ass with my biggest plug. i then humped everything possible in my apartment. i humped my bedside locker, my bed, my sofa, my armchair, my footstool and my toilet 🙈. Humped like a pathetic desperate b*tch.

My next task was to piss in a glass and drink some 😔 i don’t like drinking piss. Then i had to get in the bath and pour the remaining piss over myself and rub my c*nt till i came… 😳 Like the pathetic, desperate, worthless piss wh*re i am.

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