The relationship between physical actions and psychological submission is far more nuanced than simple stereotypes suggest. One can absolutely embody a submissive mindset while performing acts that, on the surface, might appear dominant. This is because submission isn't defined by physical position alone, but by the underlying power dynamic, intention, and the fulfillment of another's desires as a source of one's own pleasure.
Consider the scenario I described: being positioned face down and ass up, which physically presents me in a vulnerable and receptive manner. From this position, my muscular submissive partner enters me from behind. While he is physically "on top" and "in control" of the rhythm and depth of his thrusts, his motivation is purely submissive. He is pounding my pussy not to dominate me, but to serve me—to provide the intense physical sensation I crave. In this moment, my vocalizations of praise ("You're making me feel so good," "Don't stop, you're hitting just the right spot") are not just expressions of pleasure; they are commands and affirmations that reinforce his submissive role. By praising him, I am explicitly directing his focus to my satisfaction, which is the core of his submissive fulfillment. His physical exertion is an act of worship, and his muscular physique becomes a tool for service rather than a symbol of dominance.
This dynamic is particularly potent with partners who possess traditionally dominant physical attributes, like muscularity. The contrast between their powerful appearance and their devotedly submissive mindset creates a compelling tension. Their strength is offered willingly in service to my needs, and their pleasure is derived directly from witnessing and causing my pleasure. This isn't a contradiction—it's a sophisticated form of power exchange where the submissive partner finds deep satisfaction in using their physical capabilities to fulfill the dominant partner's desires.
Ultimately, what I've come to love is this intricate interplay where intention supersedes action. The same physical act—like vigorous intercourse—can be either an expression of dominance or an act of profound submission, depending entirely on the psychological framework of the participants. When my muscular sub focuses entirely on my gratification, seeing my pleasure as his ultimate reward, then even as he's physically "taking" me, he is in fact giving himself over to me in the most submissive way possible. It's this psychological depth—the meeting of physical action with submissive intention—that creates such an intensely satisfying dynamic for both of us.
The relationship between physical actions and psychological submission is far more nuanced than simple stereotypes suggest. One can absolutely embody a submissive mindset while performing acts that, on the surface, might appear dominant. This is because submission isn't defined by physical position alone, but by the underlying power dynamic, intention, and the fulfillment of another's desires as a source of one's own pleasure.
Consider the scenario I described: being positioned face down and ass up, which physically presents me in a vulnerable and receptive manner. From this position, my muscular submissive partner enters me from behind. While he is physically "on top" and "in control" of the rhythm and depth of his thrusts, his motivation is purely submissive. He is pounding my pussy not to dominate me, but to serve me—to provide the intense physical sensation I crave. In this moment, my vocalizations of praise ("You're making me feel so good," "Don't stop, you're hitting just the right spot") are not just expressions of pleasure; they are commands and affirmations that reinforce his submissive role. By praising him, I am explicitly directing his focus to my satisfaction, which is the core of his submissive fulfillment. His physical exertion is an act of worship, and his muscular physique becomes a tool for service rather than a symbol of dominance.
This dynamic is particularly potent with partners who possess traditionally dominant physical attributes, like muscularity. The contrast between their powerful appearance and their devotedly submissive mindset creates a compelling tension. Their strength is offered willingly in service to my needs, and their pleasure is derived directly from witnessing and causing my pleasure. This isn't a contradiction—it's a sophisticated form of power exchange where the submissive partner finds deep satisfaction in using their physical capabilities to fulfill the dominant partner's desires.
Ultimately, what I've come to love is this intricate interplay where intention supersedes action. The same physical act—like vigorous intercourse—can be either an expression of dominance or an act of profound submission, depending entirely on the psychological framework of the participants. When my muscular sub focuses entirely on my gratification, seeing my pleasure as his ultimate reward, then even as he's physically "taking" me, he is in fact giving himself over to me in the most submissive way possible. It's this psychological depth—the meeting of physical action with submissive intention—that creates such an intensely satisfying dynamic for both of us.
My favorite subs are the ones who can’t stop giggling, even in the most intimate moments, the sound of their laughter filling the room as they bite their lip, trying and failing to suppress a mischievous smile. The ones who act so sweet and innocent, especially right after doing the filthiest things, their chin glistening with saliva, hair deliciously disheveled, cheeks streaked with dried tears.
And gosh I love the way they shift under my gaze, caught between shyness and pride, their skin marked, wrists still bound in front of them, fingers twitching, unsure whether they want to cover themselves or reach for more.
And I? I just sit back and enjoy the view savoring every little quiver, every glance, every breathless, wrecked whisper that lets me know they’re exactly where they belong.
a guy way bigger than me who worships the ground I walk on, is completely obsessed with me, lets me boss him around and doesn’t see the world besides me
The relationship between physical actions and psychological submission is far more nuanced than simple stereotypes suggest. One can absolutely embody a submissive mindset while performing acts that, on the surface, might appear dominant. This is because submission isn't defined by physical position alone, but by the underlying power dynamic, intention, and the fulfillment of another's desires as a source of one's own pleasure.
Consider the scenario I described: being positioned face down and ass up, which physically presents me in a vulnerable and receptive manner. From this position, my muscular submissive partner enters me from behind. While he is physically "on top" and "in control" of the rhythm and depth of his thrusts, his motivation is purely submissive. He is pounding my pussy not to dominate me, but to serve me—to provide the intense physical sensation I crave. In this moment, my vocalizations of praise ("You're making me feel so good," "Don't stop, you're hitting just the right spot") are not just expressions of pleasure; they are commands and affirmations that reinforce his submissive role. By praising him, I am explicitly directing his focus to my satisfaction, which is the core of his submissive fulfillment. His physical exertion is an act of worship, and his muscular physique becomes a tool for service rather than a symbol of dominance.
This dynamic is particularly potent with partners who possess traditionally dominant physical attributes, like muscularity. The contrast between their powerful appearance and their devotedly submissive mindset creates a compelling tension. Their strength is offered willingly in service to my needs, and their pleasure is derived directly from witnessing and causing my pleasure. This isn't a contradiction—it's a sophisticated form of power exchange where the submissive partner finds deep satisfaction in using their physical capabilities to fulfill the dominant partner's desires.
Ultimately, what I've come to love is this intricate interplay where intention supersedes action. The same physical act—like vigorous intercourse—can be either an expression of dominance or an act of profound submission, depending entirely on the psychological framework of the participants. When my muscular sub focuses entirely on my gratification, seeing my pleasure as his ultimate reward, then even as he's physically "taking" me, he is in fact giving himself over to me in the most submissive way possible. It's this psychological depth—the meeting of physical action with submissive intention—that creates such an intensely satisfying dynamic for both of us.
Yandere! Sub! Sugar baby x Dom! Fem! Sugar mommy! Reader
CW : golden retriever sugar baby vibes, sugar baby is thiiiick, reader is a diva <3, reader is kinda obsessed with sugar baby, mistress kink, virgin sex, cum drinking, unprotected sex.
Word count : 2.2k words
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who is a broke jock. He's chubby all his life, and he only looked tall and handsome like this because of his late growth spurt. He's now an engineering student. He didn't know how to look ‘cool’ in front of other people, and what's better than applying as a rugby player to his university? He's always been a great fullback when he's in high school.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who is extremely popular the moment other students found out he's chosen as one of the new players for the team. He did great during the team exercises, and he started getting fangirls all around the uni.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, whose new friends are kind but weird. They all drink and smoke, or get stoned. And he's awkwardly smiling and refusing everything. He tried drinking during his 18th birthday, he hated it. Smoking is also not his thing. And syringes scares him, so drugs are out of the question too.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who gets forced to try, but he refuses and accidentally hits one of his teammates in the face. He apologised profusely, and his friends finally accepted that he's not doing any of that weird stuff, and respects him more because of that.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who spends more money on going to gyms and buying his mother fresh flowers each Friday. He's raised by his single mother, so he's very grateful for her. He helps run her fish shop when he has free time. He mostly smells like either sweat and cheap deodorant, or the smell of fresh fish from the sea.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who dreams of buying a fishing boat and home for his mother. He does part time work at a friend's workshop, but it's never enough. He saves the money to pay next semester’s tuition. He didn't want his mother to overstrain herself to pay for his uni studies.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who got advice from one of his rugby teammates. His friend told him to sign up on a sugar baby site and maybe a bored heiress would pick him up. Besides, he has so many to offer. He gets blushy and shoots down the idea, but browses the same website with his hair down, and his square glasses in his room.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who quickly sets up his account. His profile picture is just a picture of his flexed bicep. He didn't even try with the bio. He insists he's just being curious. He closed his tabs and slept like a sick Victorian duke with how worried he was. What if he matched with a weirdo or along that line?
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who matched with you. You, a rich designer who's bored out of your mind. Your models BORE you. They're way too skinny for your liking, but your investors forced you to make sizes only for them. You can only hope this guy is using a real picture, because that bicep is to die for. You'll pay to actually bite that thing.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ you started texting him quite abrasively. And it genuinely scares him a little. He's awkward, okay??? And you're asking him so straightforwardly.
[DesignU] : how much for a pic of your torso?
[fullbackandforth] : ??? Why would you need that :(
[DesignU] : 100 bucks, send it to me.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who actually takes a picture of his upper body while only using a tanktop and his boxers. He feels like this is wrong, but when he saw that 100 dollars really entered his bank account, he almost passed out.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who starts distributing pictures of his body for you. Unknowingly, he's somehow become your muse. He's just… so your type. Beefy, large, smaller waist that's just so huggable (and looks easy to grab), his thighs are to die for with how thick they are. His bank account is raking up in numbers, and his mother gets slightly suspicious with how quiet yet smiley he gets everyday.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who decided you're spending too much money on him, and refuses to send more pictures. He's gotten at least ten grand for you in just three months. You practically begged for more, but he closes the tab on his laptop (crying from guilt while doing so), but then YOU show up on one of his rugby competitions.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who didn't know who you were at first. You showed up in a fur coat, sunglasses while blowing bubble gum. He has a feeling you're staring at him despite the black shades, and feels kinda nervous. When you asked for his autograph, you gave him a specific picture he sent to his sugar mommy. That's when he realises who you are, and gets very flustered.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who brought you out to a cafe after showering and panicking. He's still red in the face, while you're smirking at him.
“How did you find me?! You're… you're DesignU?” He whisper-yelled. Wet hair is sticking on his forehead, and his eyes are blown. His heart is still rushing from the adrenaline of the game, and he's glad he didn't get a heart attack from all the thumping his heart has done.
You only smiled and rested your jaw on top of your hands. You had taken off your glasses (which he notices as Prada, by the way), there are two cups of warm tea on top of the table. Your pupils staring at his face from his eyes to lips, and a mole beside his right eye.
“You're pretty.” You started, your finger reaching out to rub his cheek. He flinched when your long nail pressed against his cheekbone. “Had to track you down. Now that we're finally meeting, how do you feel about being a model?”
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who finally found out you work as a lingerie designer. You make gowns for every gender, but unfortunately for the male section, your investors are only interested in making lingeries for thin men. You understand that femboys are fun, but thick subs are cute too, no?
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who wants to refuse, but then you offer one grand per photoshoot. He cringed at himself as he signed the papers. How can he be so weak with money?? But seeing you for the first time makes him feel some tingle in his chest. You look nice… and beautiful. Assertive, and he never knew he likes being bossed around.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who starts modeling for your lingeries. You're rebelling against your own investors but you didn't care. This is your propaganda that large subs are DELICIOUS. He's super shy while wearing the undergarments, it's lacy, and red. It presses against his skin, and it's super tight on his butt. There's pearls around his waist, and the friction is making his dick hurt.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who modelled three pieces in one day. You covered his face with a mask, because you feel kinda bad when he looks like he's about to burst to tears from the shyness and shame. And when the ads and magazine hits the streets, they're a massive success. Many calls were taken, and you showed your shareholders wrong.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ you take pre-yan! Sugar baby shopping and spends more time working with him. He's a super cute eye candy, and he's so happy to please as well? You once asked him to take a coat from a tall hanger in a shop, and petted his shoulder when he did just like you said. He whimpers and smiles like a goof.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ pre-yan! Sugar baby, who starts crushing on you because you're just… so weird but so nice!! So dominant in a good way… so he confesses to you. You only raise your eyebrow, before smirking and pulling him down by his neck scarf (you bought it for him. It matched his eyes!)
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who enjoys submission way too much. He's like an eager dog who'll sit beside you while you're working on a new lingerie set. He rests his head on your knee, while reading his electrical book. You pet his hair once a while and he nuzzles back.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who gets obsessed with you too because of his insecurity and emotional dependency over you. You praise him, love him, and make him feel safe. He puts you on the highest pedestal in his heart, and is afraid you'll leave him for a better man one day.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who didn't know that you're also obsessed with him and you'll only goon to him you'll take that fat ass all day over skinny men. You want to be suffocated by those thick legs too.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who gets timid when initiating sex. He's trying on one of your satin night dresses, but then he gets hard because you keep measuring his thighs to see if he's getting skinnier or not. You're worried because he's been busy doing shoots and rugby games.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who covers his face and screeches softly when you notice his bulge. You giggled and teased him by touching his erection (after getting his consent). He whines as you rubbed a thumb on his tip, which is spurting precum to her skin.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who moans as you crouched down and clipped your hair with a bobby pin. You blew on his flushed skin just to make him tremble, but sucks his dick while he whimpers and sobs from the pleasure.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who looks at you with a shocked pikachu face when he cums prematurely from the first blowjob experience, and sees you gulp it down. He almost passed out, but you kissed his cheek and told him that it's okay to drink sperm?? He's just too scared to try new things.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who whines when you invite him to bed. You opened your closet and showed him a collar and leash you've prepared for him. He wore it like a proud pup.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who ruts to your knee like a needy puppy while you coo and pet his hair. He's begging, begging to cum and have sex with you. He wants you to dominate him and pop his cherry. Just before he cums, you told him to stop, and he did, though he pouts.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who finally has the chance to make love with you when you opened your legs and pulled down your undies. He's breathing loud and rough now, and he immediately assumes the position like a good boy.
“Mistress… please… let me put it in?” He whimpered. His hands are placed on your waist, while his leash is still on your grip. You grinned at his desperation, and pulled his leash to smash your lips together.
“Fine, fine. Get it on, baby.” You bite his shoulder, and he eagerly nods. He pushed his tip to your lower lips. His moans could be heard as he starts thrusting in and out of your wet cunt, the sound of skin slapping filled the room as you grope his pecs and smack his butt while he's still pistoning his cock inside.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who cums so much inside you. He insists he can continue, and you two fucked like bunnies all night. By the time you two stopped, he's on top of you, snoring lightly with his dick still inside. You can only chuckle and rub his back.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who woke up with sore joints and loins. He took one look at himself and blushed at the bite mark on his pec. You're already sipping on some tea after drinking birth control pills. He rushed back to your side for his morning cuddles.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who could never go back to a normal life without you anymore. Maybe he should thank that guy for telling him to be greedier, because now he got the best older girlfriend he could ever ask for.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who writes a diary on an ipad you bought for him. He's oversharing because no one can read it but him, but he writes a sentence consistently. And that is a childish “Sam <3 YN” at every end of each diary log.
꒰ঌ ໒꒱ yan! Sugar baby, who’s just soooo in love with you.
Bonus!
“Yo, I heard Sam got himself a MILF now. Shit, he didn't even come to his morning class today.”
“Really? Sheesh, what a lucky guy. Maybe I should look for a sugar mommy too, huh?”
“Well, if you're ready to get your ass rocked, maybe you should try it.”
Have you currently started to reply dms ? Or if someone don't get reply it means you're not interested in talking with them?
I haven’t started replying to DM’s but I will soon, and yes, if I don’t reply or state in the conversation that I’m not interested, then that means I’m not interested in talking to them.
Having a sub on all fours is such a good position. Head down, ass up, they can't even see what you're gonna do to them, just blindly letting you do anything you want. Some are shameless and will arch up as much as possible, showing themselves off, some try to be shy and close their thighs, then you get to shove their head down, make them stick up their ass and force their legs apart wider.
Then either having their hands tied over their head so they are strung up, helpless, with me running my hands all over their exposed chest, spine, legs, entire body. Or making them hold their own asscheeks spread, also helpless, completely open, head buried down awkwardly, their hole pulsing and twitching in anticipation
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