#grope.

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your domme asking you to nap with her but mostly she wants to grope you until she falls asleep

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god. telling My puppy no and to stop because we have to leave for work, knowing it turns both of us on when I say no and they touch Me anyway

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quieting your puppy sub by casually caressing their chest or thighs or cock while they try to tell you about their day

No go on sweetie, what were you saying?

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soft bullying where they pull up your shirt to grope your tits or pants you so they can fondle your cunt

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sitting beside them while they do something, looking hot and fuckable as always. enjoying the way they get distracted every so often by My body, by My outfit. they reach over and grope Me and smile with obvious enjoyment, correcting themselves as they get lost in the caresses and start to reach under My waistband…

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sometimes you just gotta inspect yourself. hike up your shirt up and grope your chest and nipples, pull off your bottoms and see how wet/hard you are. do it in a detached way, find yourself standing half naked in the kitchen, head tilted in curiosity at your own plaything of a body

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femme hands traveling up your tummy to your chest, their fingers splayed out with obvious enjoyment. the way it feels when they curl their nails possessively into your skin, lips kissed by a sadistic little smile

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imagining being the hot femme server at a small restaurant, constantly flirting with the grumpy, hardass stud who’s head chef. making silly mistakes in front of them just to hear them correct me in that stern voice, taking long moments to watch their hands and forearms while they chop, fry, stir, knead, grab, lift. getting a burn once because i wasn’t watching where i was going, too distracted by them sharpening their kitchen knives. sucking up to them when a table wants a stupid, complicated order, offering to do extra work at closing as a bribe. i’m imagining them giving me a long hard look and accepting tersely, telling me they have a few hours worth of tasks for me before turning to their crew and barking out new orders.

staying after i'm supposed to clock out, nervous and excited, not daring to hope that anything might happen. responding to every order and curt direction immediately, with almost embarrassingly puppyish enthusiasm. i think i might see them smirking at one point, but when i double check, i see only the controlled and commandeering visage i'm used to. my pulse beating quick and insistent, knowing my cunt is soaked. them finding an excuse to get me cornered up against the bar, intimidatingly close with an unyielding expression, giving away nothing even as their large hands grope my breasts insistently. i yelp low in my throat then moan brokenly, leaning into their touch and looking up hoping for kisses

their fingers slipping into my waistband and stroking, inspecting how wet i am. making a casual comment that makes me squirm and whine with embarrassment. teasing the wet opening of my cunt with an amused dominance before pushing those same fingers into my mouth. watching them disappear in my mouth while unbuttoning and pushing down their pants with one hand. their stoic expression as they roughly pull off my bottoms has me clenching down on nothing. they stroke their cock slowly while turning me around, bending me over the nearest surface

I'm going to need you to take care of this mess you made