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wherever, however, and in front of whoever he wants.i just want to satisfy my owner in every way possible for him. i want to be the perfect pet for him. i need to be an object for him to play with. to break and ruin.

sweet pretty pain

not somnophilia as in fucking someone while they sleep but somnophilia as in strangling them and watching them slowly go unconscious while actively being raped

pimpfetish

やずたか

aspiring-cuckquean-deactivated2

His arousal is more important than my feelings.

His arousal is more important than my comfort.

His arousal is more important than my boundaries.

a-dark-alley

Sadism Please

I want someone to hurt me. I like pain, yes. But it's knowing that someone *wants* to hurt me, that my pain arouses them, that they are pleased by my suffering. That's the sexiest thing.

Tell me that I make cute noises when you hit me.

Tell me that my tears make turn you on.

Tell me that I'm so pretty when I'm afraid.

Sometimes, pin me down or tie me up so that I can't escape the torture.

Sometimes command me to take it using my own discipline to stay still.

Give me the opportunity to prove my devotion by suffering for you.

I promise, I'll be a good girl.

Just peachy

percdi0r

Back home for the next 4 years, I’ve missed you HK

tipsypup2-deactivated20241227

GODDDDD I need this

dreamingkatie

On Cockwarming

He pulls out his cock, soft, and motions me over to the couch. I match the last pair of socks and sigh inwardly -- to him, I smile.

"You mind?" he asks. "Just 'til the game is over."

I glance at the tv. Second quarter.

"I... how long is that?" I ask. "I was going to finish my chores and read for a few minutes..."

"An hour or two. But if reading is more important than our relationship--"

"No, it's fine," I say. "I'm sorry."

I take his cock in my mouth, my nose pressed close to his belly. He settles back, breathing out a long sigh.

"I'm so glad you're into this," he says. He turns up the game. He takes a drink. "It's incredibly relaxing."

"Mmphf."

"Little deeper, please. That's perfect."

He calls his friend, talks about hitting some balls at the range. Ice cubes clink in his glass. He laughs about something on his phone. The minutes crawl. My jaw aches. I cannot imagine how -- how -- he can get hard again but inevitably he does.

"Alright, baby, you can suck now," he says. "I know you're sore so go slow. Make it last."