You can call me Bub, I’m 34, bi, average height(you can ask me for an exact number), fat, with black hair that’s started to go gray. I’m always happy to chat and make new friends, but be aware that I am taken and they are quite possessive.
I’ve learned I’m technically a switch but almost no one brings the dominant side out of me. This is a side blog where I’ve decided to post my more possessive, jealous, dominant thoughts. I’d consider myself more of a soft dom I guess? I love praising and loving on my baby! That said, I’ve also got a sadistic streak and there is a part of me that wants to break, humiliate, and degrade them, turn them into a braindead object for me to use and abuse. But all just so that I can scoop them up and baby them while I tell them how good they did for me 💝
I’ll try to go into a little more detail about what I’m into below
What are my kinks?
A big one for me right now is cnc, I’d say I lean much more towards the obsessive loving kind where you trusted me and I just couldn’t help myself. Forced breeding is another big one I’ve discovered! I’d love to them up under me and have them whine and cry while I fuck my cum deeper into their pretty cunt 💝
I’ll try to list some more here as I think of them;
Cnc, breeding, somnophilia, crying, begging, pussy slaps, anal training, throar fucking/training, free use, body writing, breath play, body worship (specifically my ass and my balls), size difference, feet (sorry but I love cute feet, I know a lot of people hate that), spanking, hair pulling, light bondage (ropes, restraints, spreader bars, cuffs, blindfolds), overstimulation is another big one for me, tease and denial, I don’t know if there’s a name fir this but stretching you with toys/making you a size queen, nipple play, humiliation, objectification, making you dumb (lobe the idea of talking to you and asking you questions while you’re too fucked out to answer and then teasing you for being dumb)
What aren’t I into?
I’m not into shit, vomit, blood, extreme pain, anything involving underage or animal fantasies
If you’re interested you can follow my main subby blog and learn more about me @sad-old-subby
objectification is so hot. reducing someone to nothing but a warm, wet object with no thoughts, no opinions, no will — just an empty little thing to be used whenever you desire
Sooo I had a lot of thoughts this morning and wrote them down. I figured I’d post them.
WARNING CNC AND SOMNOPHILIA
You look so pretty like this. You stayed up so late, didn’t you? Now you’re dead asleep, your body spread across the mattress like you knew I’d be here. My good girl waiting for daddy. Cute shorts barely covering the curve of your ass, your big t shirt riding up exposing the soft skin of your midriff. I found your toys on the bedside table, and they taste like you. You’re such a slut, passing out after fucking yourself stupid night after night like you wanted this to happen. You wanted me to do this. You’re a deep sleeper, I know that, I’ve been here before standing over your body in the early morning dark. You’re a deep sleeper, but your body is awake. Your body remembers me, belongs to me. I run the tip of my cock along your lips, painting them the sticky color of lust, pressing myself against the warmth of your skin as I rut gently against your sleeping face. I know exactly how much I can get away with now. Slowly, almost reverently, I lift your shirt. Your nipples already aching for my touch even as the cool air runs across them. You stir in your sleep, rolling onto your back and licking your lips on the verge of waking before you sink back into dreams. You wanted this, even asleep you act like a whore, desperate for what comes next. Your body knows, you body tells the truth, reveals your depravity. It remembers all the times before, and it betrays you again as I ease my finger tips into your shorts. Pulling aside the thin fabric to expose your needy cunt, already wet and waiting for daddy. You’re so much more honest in your sleep. I slide the tip of my cock along the lips of your cunt, working my precum into your desperate little pussy, getting you ready. I’ve always stopped here, just enough to get myself off, just enough to feel your needy cunt clenching and dripping around my tip, just enough. Daddy is sweating and panting, and it’s all your fault. You forced him into this position. You knew this would happen, you wanted this to happen, it needs to happen. Daddy climbs slowly onto the bed, his fat hairy body looming above your pretty little one. Dark eyes burning with no longer contained feeling as daddy forces with tongue between your waiting lips. True love’s kiss to wake the sleeping beauty. And she wakes, coming alive in a panic as daddy’s tongue swallows her screams. Why are you like this? Why can’t you be pretty and honest like you are when you sleep? You’re pushing and kicking and fighting so hard but daddy is so much bigger than you, and his full weight on top of you is impossible to move. Daddy can feel your cunt rubbing against him while you struggle, feels your wetness as you lie to yourself. Daddy pulls away from your mouth, long dripping strands of spit connecting his tongue to yours. You scream and daddy slaps you across the face, clamping a fat hand across your nose and mouth. Why would you do that? Why would you make daddy hurt you? Daddy doesn’t like when you tease.
You can barely breathe through the clamped fingers, your heart pounding in your ears as your brain screams desperately that you need to escape. The pressure of his hairy body lifts and you kick with fading desperation, your sleep addled mind trying to catch up to your reality. Suddenly your legs are in the air, knees being forced to your chest as the weight of his disgusting body falls back onto you, pushing what little air you had left out of you. Folded in half, pinned to the bed, this can’t be happening to you. This can’t be real. You can feel his sweat dripping onto your exposed skin, and you smell his heavy scent as he presses closer. A shiver of disgust running down your spine as his tongue works across your face, licking the tears rolling down your cheeks. It’s too overwhelming, he’s too big. Another wave of panic as you realize you can feel him, his dripping cock pushing slowing against your pinned cunt. You try to scream but he shoved himself inside you in a short hard thrust the drives the air from your burning lungs. You can’t breathe, you can’t think. He’s rutting into you like an animal, raping you in your own bed. The shame washes over you as you realize you can hear the wet sounds of fucking, of your body betraying you, his heavy balls slapping against you as he ruins you. You can hear your wetness even over the soft grunts of his effort and the mumbling in your ear, his soft lips forcing the vile words into your brain “you’re doing so good for daddy. I’m proud of you baby. It’s okay, daddy will keep you safe. Daddy will take care of you. Go back to sleep baby, daddy is almost done”. You need air, you need to breathe, you can barely catch a breath before he’s forcing it back out of you again. Your head is swimming and you feel so ashamed as he uses you. He’s grunting and moaning now, you can feel him inside you, feel him twitch and throb. “You’re such a pretty little object for daddy”
You’re so much prettier when you’re asleep, daddy likes you so much better that way. All this fighting, making daddy hurt you because you can’t be honest. Why can’t you just listen? Why can’t you just be pretty like you are when you sleep? She’s squeezing daddy so tight, so much tighter than all the toys he bought when he was thinking of you. Your body is so much more honest, it wants daddy, needs daddy. He’s so close now, pounding mindlessly into your little body. Even through the clenched fingers of his hand daddy can hear you screaming, and he tightens his grip. You start to buck and squeeze even harder, making it impossible for daddy to resist, forcing him deeper into your little body as he finally cums. Pressed as deep as he can, throbbing and shaking as he empties himself inside you. Daddy’s warmth splashing and dipping down deeper as he holds you there, your hips pinned under him at the perfect angle for daddy to get you pregnant. Daddy collapse on top of you, his body smothering you completely with his cock still buried inside. You spasm feebly as few last times, your cunt practically sucking daddy in, then you finally go limp. The fight leaves your body as daddy starts to feel himself getting hard again. He takes his hand off your mouth, listening to your short ragged breaths as daddy’s hips begin to move. Daddy thinks you’re so much prettier like this. Even better than the toys he has at home. Daddy’s pretty little fleshlight.
It’s hours before you’re aware of yourself again, the room is bright with afternoon sun and reeks of sex. Your body hurts, and your head is swimming. He’s holding you gently in his arms, his warmth a comfort to your aching body. He’s asleep, but you can feel him still inside you. You can’t think, everything is still too overwhelming. You should leave, run and get help, but something stops you. Words echoing softly in the back of your empty head “daddy is so proud of you”
My baby is light, she touches everything in my life and makes it warm and bright.
My baby is the first deep breath I take after I break the water’s surface, flooding my aching lungs with relief and joy.
My baby is the soft glow of the stars in the night sky, taking the darkness and making it more beautiful than I could’ve imagined.
My baby is safety, and comfort.
My baby is the first person I want to talk to when things go right, and the only person I need to talk to when things go wrong.
My baby is caring, kind, sweet, and just a little sassy.
My baby is the last thought I have at night, that takes me by the hand and guides me to sweeter dreams.
My baby is devastatingly intelligent, wickedly funny, and so strong that even the mighty would tremble at the mere mention of her name. (Also she could totally beat up the shark from Jaws, bare fisted)
My baby is the person who stops the car to make sure animals cross the street safely (even if the animals did her wrong, yeah I’m looking at you geese!)
