I don’t want tenderness right now. I want teeth. I want nails. I want someone to press into me like they’re trying to leave proof.

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I don’t want tenderness right now. I want teeth. I want nails. I want someone to press into me like they’re trying to leave proof.
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edging but edging you not to orgasm but death
Stoned and crying in the bathtub...
Has me wishing Mistress would come in from the other room, kiss me gently, and then force my head underwater and watch me struggle.
She'd giggle at my bubbles and wait attentively as i fought through the fear and panic. Let it wash over me, and then relax under Her hands.
At Her mercy so completely. i go still, ears rushing with fear.
i can tap out, i know that. i know i can. But surrender is so much sweeter. my lungs ache, my eyes burn, Her fingers press into ths soft of my cheek and the firm of the top of my head and i surrender.
It's over as fast as it begun and i'm gasping for air, face cradled in Her hands as She holds me. my lungs are screaming, i'm sobbing, my joints still ache and my muscles are still full of venom, but it's all painless and Perfect, so long as i'm Hers.
I want you all to know that, as this posts, I am currently at the edgeplay party where a "don't scream too loudly" was implemented just for me because I did, in fact, scream too loudly, and now I can't do edgeplay at the edgeplay party.
Getting lightly sliced consensually is very nice
If stabbing was safe I'd want to try that too, but alas...
i really prefer knifeplay to gunplay. like gunplay is just kind of lame to me. like you cant shoot me obviously. but with a knife like i can grab a letter opener and rake the tip down a guys half open shirt and stop right above his heart and press the tip in slightly between his ribs and see the flash of fear across his face going from hypothetical to real
or something like that
I just need a good little boy sat in my lap, legs wrapped around my waist- humping and grinding away against the handle of my knife as he's leaving little kisses and nibbles across my collarbones and throat to help me relax after a long day. *just like that little one* Ignore the g*n pointed at his head, and the tears, and the whimpers. He's clearly a filthy fuck toy who's very into it.