I need to be a good girl for you so fucking bad it’s pathetic
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I need to be a good girl for you so fucking bad it’s pathetic
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You lie on your back, chest heaving as you fight the restraints holding your limbs spread wide across the bed's surface.
Earlier, I'd chosen a pair of padded cuffs you'd eagerly allowed me to padlock shut around your wrists and ankles, unaware that you'd spend the rest of the evening straining against them, wishing you'd put up a fight.
The restraints were the kind that wouldn't leave any visible marks of my ownership. We'd agreed, early on in our dynamic, that I'd only mark your buttocks, inner thighs and lower back.
What a pity.
Your legs tremble as I press the vibrating head of the wand firmly against your swollen clit.
"Please," you gasp, torn between pulling away and grinding against the toy. "Please let me cum."
I chuckle at your desperation as I pull the vibrator away, your spread thighs raising off the mattress in a futile attempt of your hips to chase the pleasurable sensation. "No, darling." You let out a frustrated moan. "Please, it's been-" "No." I press the wand back against your dripping cunt. You whine loudly. "Not yet."
With one hand firmly holding the toy in place, I kneel beside your writhing body. My free hand roams slowly up your torso towards your breasts. I pinch one of your nipples hard, twisting in between my fingers.
"How many times have I edged you, love?" You try to pull away from the sharp pain, but the restraints hold you in place, unable to escape my wandering fingers. "I don't know, Master." You whimper, the edge nearing once more.
"Master please-" I release your nipple from my grasp. "You've been edging me all evening-"
"No." I yank the wand away once more as a pitiful sob escapes you.
"I don't think I've edged you enough." I meet your glazed, desperate eyes and smile. "You aren't crying yet."
the urge to send an ask to a dom just going like "hi... i want you" and shyly running away
I love soft doms. You're so precious and cute and lovely and I want to kiss your forehead and cum for you. But there is something about hard, sadistic doms that makes me feel like I want more and more of it every time. I get so addicted to you.
I want a butch to be on their knees for me but still be dominate about it?
idk
spit in my mouth
MINORS DNI!!!!!!
Thinking about a Butch gripping my jaw while they fuck me. Demanding ‘Open wide.’ But I’m too fucked out of my mind to understand, so they have to pry it open for me, chastising me for my bad manners, grumbling how they ‘have to do everything for me’. My lips parted. Red as a cherry from biting them too hard to stay quiet. They lean into my face, then spit in my mouth. Grinning, they close my mouth for me, slap my cheek lightly, and tell me to swallow for them. I do, of course.
‘Such a slut’. They coo mockingly, ‘fuckin filthy aren’t you, Doll?’
‘Only for you. Just you’
And that sets them off, thrusting into me harder. Rougher. Faster. It’s too much all at once.
‘All for me, yeah? Fuck - say it - say you’re my slut.’
And I’m a mess. Tears ruining my mascara, cheeks pink and flushed, my hair sticking to my face.
I whimper, barely coherent, ‘I’m your slut. I’m yours - all yours, Baby.’
How to summon a Butch/masc/stud that smells good, gives me flowers and lets me bounce on it crazy style, no borax no glue