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I like to restrict what my girl reads
Confused? Sounds cruel? Let me explain
I restrict what my girl is exposed to because I know her softness and sensitivities
I keep her away from disturbing news around the world
I avert her eyes from war and starvation
I steer her away from hateful and toxic online arguments
I don't want her to worry about the economy and gas prices
I encourage her to read. About things that give her joy, hope. Purpose and positivity. Calmness and fulfilment.
I see it as my role to preserve her mental health
Sometimes I wish this happened to me. Stressing about current events is exhausting.
waking up and sliding into her while she’s still half-asleep, her tired little body accepting me on instinct
face-fucking her while i brew my morning coffee, her throat tight and warm around me as the machine hums in the background
pulling her into my lap while i answer emails, bouncing her lazily on my pulsating cock, using her to pass the time
fingering her silly under the lunch table, watching her struggle to keep still as she stares down at her untouched plate
bending her over the kitchen counter before dinner, pinning her wrists down so she has no choice but to take it
folding her up on the couch while a movie plays, roughly thrusting into her, her whimpers drowned out by the surrounding sound
forcefully grabbing her by the ankles in the hallway, spreading her open, pounding her silly just because i feel like it
fucking her slow and deep in bed, her exhausted little body pliant beneath me, yet still able to clench around me
and when sleep finally takes her, i don’t stop. just roll her onto her stomach, push back in, and start again
my free use doll throughout the day
Reblog if you’re 30 or older
This is an experiment to see if there really are as few of us as people think.You can also use this to freak out your followers who think you’re 25 or something. Yay!
33 going on 5. ;-)
older than 30. 46, actually
40 in July.
32 yo
Late 40s and looking good 😉
41 and um, having fun I guess?
31 in a week!
85 on a working day, 35 on a weekend. (truth is somewhere inbetween)
51…for 7 more days and clinging to every last one of them!
Hmmmm! 43
Been over thirty for quite a while...
Made a lil file for those days when all you want to do is drop deep... but you have annoying chores to do!
(Gender-neutral, encouragement to drop deeply, be obedient, and do your chores)
Just write yourself a to-do list and settle down to listen. Before you know it, your chores will be done and you will feel so good for being so obedient!
I'm thinking about making a couple companion files, give this post a like/reblog/comment if you want another file to listen to while cleaning, and/or a reward file(s)?
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
I’ll do it because in this day and age it doesn’t seem too far fetched to think a golden potato may be our only hope
Girl what do you mean there’s a goal to sex? You’re literally naked, get a grip
“But I’ll feel bad if you don’t cum!”
Okay? I said I don’t care? I just want to kiss and fuck until my vision blurs? Cumming isn’t the crux of sex
No, but I’m being so serious. If cumming is your only metric for successful sex, you need to change that. There are so many other ways to make your partner feel good and if you pressure one thing it only makes it that much harder.
“Dinner’s ready!” Calling through the home, their father beckons the siblings to the dinner table. Helping his wife put the finishing touches on the dish, they wait for their offspring to come out of the basement. Losing patience, he shouts again. “I said; dinner’s ready! Get up here!” A minute later, the two siblings shuffle up the stairs. The family sits down to eat.
“Are you alright?” Their dad asks, noticing his daughter’s flushed face and messy hair. She avoids eye contact, slipping her bra strap back up her shoulder. “Uhm, yeah, I just woke up from a nap…” The girl lies. “What are you two up to down there?” The mother asks as she slices into the roast chicken. “Watching a movie.” The older brother answers confidently.
Dinner is served. “It’s so good to see you two getting along.” Their parents make idle comments as they eat. “I’m glad you don’t seem to fight anymore.” The girl focuses on her plate as her brother’s hand rests on her thigh. She tries to keep up with the conversation. “Yeah, I mean… He’s my only brother…” His fingers slide up her skirt and nestle against her pussy. The rest of the family doesn’t notice the brazen touch.
“Mmhm, she’s my little sister – gotta take good care of her.” The brother grins, voice dripping with innuendo. Mom and dad don’t suspect a thing. There’s no reason to. He picks up a leg bone and nibbles at the meat. Feigning licking grease off of his fingers, he tastes his sister’s cunt in front of their parents. She stares at him, horrified. Their mother scoops peas onto her plate. “Since you’re such a team, you kids are on dishes tonight.”
Hot soapy water fills the sink. The young girl stares into it, watching the bubbles simmer on the surface. Her brother’s hand pushes into her bra, pinching her pierced nipples. Trying to push him away, the girl shakes her head. No. She mouths silently. They’re in the next room. Pointing to the doorway, the siblings can hear their parents talking. The brother ignores her protests, pulling up the front of her skirt and pushing a finger into her pussy.
“How about you wash and I’ll dry?” He speaks at a normal volume. She makes panicked glances towards the other room. His voice drops, whispering into his sister’s ear. “…since you’re already wet?” The girl gasps, unable to pry him away from her crotch. “…yeah, I’ll wash…” She plunges her hands into the soapy water as his fingers plunge into her slippery hole.
Glasses first. She’s slow and careful as she washes the cups. He’s rough and mean as he fingers her. The girl stops regularly at the slightest hint that their parents might come in. The brother only takes his hand away to dry off the dishes, immediately returning to touching her. Her thighs are slick from his handling. The sponge rubs against a plate. The man kneels down, hiding himself behind the kitchen island.
Stop. She mouths at him as he pushes her legs open. Stop. Stop. Not here. Not now. He lifts up her skirt. Her terrified voice hisses quietly at him. “We’re going to get caught! Cut it out!” The brother ignores her pleading. Their parent’s laughter is clearly audible as he buries his face in her cunt. She squeaks, dropping a plate into the sink. The girl starts to scrub faster, desperate to finish her chore – to avoid being discovered, but also to return to the basement as soon as possible.
His sister squirms against his face. Licking her pussy, his tongue works up and down her thighs. Hanging longer on her cunt each time he cycles up one leg and down the other. Finally, his lips rest against her clit. Sucking firmly on the pink dot, a finger is pushed into her hole. Hooking his finger just slightly, he plays with his sister inside and out. The girl quivers, overwhelmed by the sensation of her brother’s tongue generously licking her needy pussy.
“How’s it going in here?” Their mother strides into the kitchen. “I heard some commotion.” About to have a heart attack, the girl freezes. The mom walks around the kitchen island to see her son kneeling on the floor, carefully cleaning the ground with his cloth. “We’re all good, she just spilled some water on the floor.” The woman nods, watching him wipe some clear fluid from between his sister’s legs. “Oh, okay. Try to not break anything, clumsy.”
“I won’t… I’m sorry…” She mumbles, hiding her blushing face. Their mother returns to the living room. The girl feels her brother lift up her skirt again. Too needy to protest, she scrubs the dutch oven ferociously. This time, his fingers work at her clit. His tongue slips inside her pussy. He eats her out. She pushes her hips back, resting on his face. The girl can feel her brother’s stubble against her asscheeks. He rubs his sister’s clit faster.
His thumb pushes into her pussy. Keeping a firm grip with one hand, hooking his thumb into her while his index and middle fingers hold onto her clit. His other hand grabs her bum, pulling her cheeks open. “ohh… fuck…” She whimpers quietly. Their parent’s conversation carries on thirty feet away. Her brother’s tongue touches her ass. “…fuck…”
She leans against the sink for balance. His thumb fucks her pussy while his fingers play with her clit. His tongue works around her asshole before pushing the tip inside. The girl’s hips push harder against him. She arches her back, trying to make it easier for him to lick. Water drains from the sink as she snatches a cloth from the countertop. He lets out a muffled chuckle as he watches her finish drying the dishes. His sister’s ass graciously accepts his tongue.
Rapidly wiping the last dish, she almost finishes in time. The girl holds firmly onto the plate and bites the cloth. Her brother rubs and thrusts and plunges into her eager bum. Silencing herself with the towel, the girl cums on her brother’s face. Her hips shake, rubbing her ass against him. His hand is soaked with her wetness. The girl’s bum is dripping with his spit. She lets out a long gasp as they complete their tasks.
“All done! We’re gonna go finish our movie!” She scurries past their parents. “Thanks for doing the dishes! Don’t stay up too late!” Their dad responds, relaxing on the couch. The girl rushes down the basement stairs to the den. Her brother follows quietly behind. Finally in privacy again, he watches her strip down. His sister’s nipple piercings bounce as she leaps on top of him.
“So, uh… you know how I keep asking you to cum inside of me…? I think I have a compromise…”
And so you give in. Just a little bit.
It's nothing big, that'd be scary. It's only something small. It's only ever something small.
That's easy.
Something you have to say or do, or even something you have to think. But only a small thing, only an easy thing. You can do easy. It's just one thing.
Only, it isn't just one thing. Not anymore.
Now you have rules, you realise. When did that happen?
Started out you just had to tell him when you came. A little embarrassing, a little exciting. Then he made you ask to cum. That felt good. And so it didn't seem too crazy to just let him be the one to decide when you came. If you came.
And now that's the rule. He decides.
That's his choice now.
And that's how it became the rule that he decides when you touch at all. That's not your choice anymore either, you gave it up. Gave it to him. That didn't creep up on you, you let it happen. You made it happen.
You wanted to do it.
Did you want to do all of this? From the start?
He says you did, and since he decides what you think now then it must be true. Whatever thought you had before pops out of your head and the thought he wants pops in instead. Pop. His choice. Not yours.
That's easy.
That's better.
It isn't really rules now. Not really. Rules are like choices you have to follow and you don't have choices anymore. You just have how you are. You're how he wants. They aren't rules if you can't even think about breaking them and he doesn't let you think about breaking them. A person might have rules, but you're his property, not a person, so you don't have rules.
You just have what you are. What he wants you to be.
It's what you are.
And you love it. He tells you you do, and so you do.
You're so happy.
And all you had to do was give in.
Just a little bit.
Devotional Training: A progression.
7 Rules of life
How to Be a Stepford wife in 10 Steps
A Stepford wife allows her Husband to lead the marriage. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife listens to her Husband; however, she does not always answer and she never interrupts Him. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife understands she should be seen and not heard. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife keeps her opinions to herself unless her Husband asks. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife respects her Husband asks for His advice, and allows Him to be the one who makes the final decision, making sure He knows she will defer to His judgment. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife looks attractive to her Husband and understands that looks are important to Men. He wants a wife that He can show off. A wife that other Men and girls will be envious of. A Stepford wife keeps herself fit and shapes herself to His preferences. she keeps her makeup, hair, and nails attractive at all times. A Stepford wife dresses to her Husband's taste and desires. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife embraces being a housewife, leaving any career behind. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife serves her Husband. she makes sure His practical needs are met. she cooks for Him, cleans for Him, does His laundry, and makes sure He is constantly being served. A Stepford wife's Husband should come home to a clean house with dinner on the table. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife cares for her Husband's wants, interests, and needs first, fulfilling her Husband’s sexual desires. This does not just mean being sexually available to Him. A Stepford wife should be actively engaged in trying to please Him. she wears the lingerie He likes, is open to His fantasies, and initiates physical contact. A healthy sex life is one of the most important needs of a Man. Obedience is pleasure.
A Stepford wife asks her Husband for assistance or consideration when she knows He is in His most relaxed state. Obedience is pleasure.
How to stop feeling embarassed for everything
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I know a lot of people struggle with this, this is the same for me, but I've overcame the severe part and I'm here to share some tips to stop feeling embarassed about everything.
୨୧Undestand you can't control everything୨୧
This is so important, cause it lifts a lot out of weight off your chest, undestand that sometime things are not always dictated by your actions, you may just play around 30%-70% of a role in your circumstances, but it's never always 100% . So dont put all the blame on you.
୨୧Will this matter in 5 years?୨୧
Always ask this question to yourself, "Will all of this matter in five years?", if not avoid overthinking it and if you can't help it, scream, cry and journal or record youself while you say everything out lout, but don't treat it like something that it's going to matter in a range of five years, especially if you are young.
୨୧show up for yourself୨୧
It can be as simple as a face mask, cooking a new meal or taking a shower, but you need to show love to youself and to relax your mind and body, writing love letters to youself can be very useful for when you need uplifting affirmations, try to create a comftable envirioment to relax.
୨୧do what you can do best୨୧
Part of feeling embarassed comes from our inability to compleate certain tasks or a feeling of inadeguacy, doing something that you are good at it's going to help you remember that if you are not good at this, you are good at that, or that your value didn't decrease, because you still have other skills to offer.
This is all for today hunns, I hoped this helped you, I will make a mini series with all my advices/guides so if you want to read more guides and tips make sure to stay in tune with this blog, and if you want more advices or simply ask a question you can click the "advice" button on my profile! I will gladly answer you, I hope you'll have a beautiful week xoxo gourgeous!
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Before a spanking: I want this so bad.
During a spanking: I don’t want this anymore!
After a spanking: Dang, I needed that 🩷.
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