If you send me an unsolicited picture I will block you immediately. You will not receive a warning or a response.
Ma'am, Mistress, Miss, Miss Vex, or Mommy.
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Private picture or audio requests for cash tribute only. šāš½
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Iām a pansexual, mostly femme, switch, and usually a soft (and giggly) domme and Iām not afraid to post about it.
Known kinks and preferences below! š emoji means I prefer in a dominant/giving context, š emoji next to it means I also enjoy it in a submissive/receiving context, both means both, duh.
š Edging š
š Biting, hickeys, marking in general š
š Praise š
š Voice, really into voice, like really really into voice š
š Brats š
š Pegging
š Soft pet play (collars/leashes, giving orders, stuff like that)
š Bondage and blindfolds/sensory deprivation š
š Role play!!! Someone please play pretend with me š
š Being called Mommy, super soft age play
š Giving head/Cum eating (only fresh from the tap tho lol) š
š Intox CNC
Hard pass on feedism, weight gain or loss or whatever, if you fetishize women because of their weight at all do not let me hear about it. Scat, piss, and diapers and any hard age regression stuff is all disgusting to me and Iām not interested. Paraphiles just DNI.
If you miss me already and you wanna get closer, my main is here!~
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I talk about liking whiny needy boys and I do in context and to certain extents, but the type of man I actually want to have as my bride would be a guy who is kind and capable and intelligent in public. Who can take care of himself just fine and doesnāt need me to survive or anything.
But he does need me to actually be fulfilled. To feel truly satisfied with his life. To give him that much more of a reason to go on. He needs me to be there for him so he can come home and completely and truly relax into my arms and know that heās safe with me. That I want to and will be a shelter for him. That I wonāt judge him or hurt him or use him and that he doesnāt need to worry about being in control or maintaining power because Iām here, baby, Iāll take care of you now. And Iām gonna make you feel so so so good baby. My pretty boy, Mommyās here now mmk?~
The classic romanticized stalker trope, where he knows my entire schedule and follows me around in the shadows and anyone who wrongs me even the slightest goes missing shortly after. He secretly takes photos of me and keeps them in a private album on his phone. He's broken into my home several times, stolen clothes, bedding, the works, just to huff while he strokes himself at night. Maybe he sometimes imagines me at his mercy, tied up or pinned underneath him, all wet, tight, softness and needy whines. He finally decides to make a move by paying for my coffee when I "must have forgotten" my debit card, and then helping me with my car after it mysteriously breaks down for no discernible reason. The whole time I never seem to have a clue, and then finally he gets what he was hoping for. I invite him over for dinner.
He arrives at my door, bouquet in hand, anticipation pouring off of him in waves at the thought of finally having the prey he's been stalking for months in his grasp. I open the door and coo for a moment over the flowers. I gesture for him to come in. I offer to help him take off his coat. I pull it down his back and then his arms, a little too slowly, he feels a shiver go up his spine that he realizes just a second too late wasn't only brought on by arousal, before he can react I slam him, chest first, hard against my wall. I have both his arms pinned behind him and I'm already wrapping his wrists in duct tape. Dazed as he is, if he fought back right now, he could probably still escape, but his throbbing cock begs him not to.
He can hear the broad grin on my face when I lean in over his shoulder and half whisper, half giggle into his ear.
Gimmie two jealous, possessive, bi, switch boys, with nasty breeding kinks who makeout and suck and fuck each other for my enjoyment and then start bickering and getting aggressive with each other when itās time to decide who gets to fill me up first.
Oh, you want me to decide? Fine then, how about this. Whichever one of you can fill up your mouth with cum first and show me gets to do the honors. Good luck boys~š
Heās cute I wanna force him to feel so much intense physical pleasure that he thinks heās going to die and then make him cum harder and more than he thought was possible and then make eye contact with him while I lap it all up real slow off his naked body and make it so he thinks about me every time he gets hard for the rest of his life heehee
Submissive boy who loves blowjobs but is super duper shy about it.
He canāt ask for that. He couldnāt possibly make such a forward request. Sheās better than that, she should be the one looking down on him, he is her toy to play with, not the other way around, and just the idea of her kneeling in front of him and choking on his cock makes him feel strange and ashamed, like a child caught reaching into the cookie jar.
And then he somehow gets mixed up with a domme who loves sucking dick. She teases him about it, always asking if he wants it, but he can never quite say yes, just shyly changes the subject or avoids her gaze.
But that wonāt do. Looking into his eyes is the best part.
One day she finally makes the decision to settle this. Pinning his legs down and slowly rubbing his inner thighs, then licking, biting, cooing close enough that he can feel her warm breath on his leaking cock, and she wonders aloud what he tastes like. He turns away to avoid her seeing his bright red face, as if she hasnāt already heard his panting and whimpering, and she laughs before demanding that he looks her in the eye.
āWhat do you think I should do, baby? Hm? Tell mommy what you want, beg for it.ā
Pretty soon the only words he can manage are a desperate combination of āpleaseā and āmommyā in between his pathetic whining, whimpering, and moaning. He has never felt less in control.
And she grins and giggles while she licks him clean, crooning softly into his skin.
āIāll have to teach you how to use your words properly, sugar. How is mommy supposed to know if you donāt speak up?ā
trying out cockwarming with your fave (who is your best friend), the both of you trembling and breathless as you try to make it through an entire movie without fucking :)