there’s just something about pulling you around by your hair… the way i have such control of your movements, the pain i could easily inflict
the way you go completely limp and follow every unspoken command of my fingers

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there’s just something about pulling you around by your hair… the way i have such control of your movements, the pain i could easily inflict
the way you go completely limp and follow every unspoken command of my fingers
your Dom arranges a party with a bunch of your friends who all know of your interest in consensual nonconsent. they keep up pretenses for your partner, drinking and dancing while you remain oblivious to the layers of predatory attention. your friends all watch as your Dom slips something in your glass and finds some excuse to pull you away into a room upstairs.
the music downstairs muffles as they close the door and offer you a joint, flirting and getting close to light it for you. their hand creeps up your shirt as you take a hit, and you inhale too quickly and cough. your body gets hot and then cold and you push at the hands still groping you, but your arms feel so weak and your head is swimming, vision blurring. fingers pinch your nose and you gasp in a breath, losing it again almost immediately when they shove their hard cock in your mouth instead
and when they’re done using your mouth they drag you downstairs with a grip in your hair, and show you that all your friends left you there to get violated. even your friends know what a slut you are, don’t they? and as you lose consciousness, they put you on your back on the couch and explain their plans to use each of your holes until you break
your Domme grabbing you by the hair, pushing you to your knees, and pressing your face into her cunt
when their hands are in your hair, petting or brushing softly until they’ve gathered it all neatly and then they tighten their grip, trapping you in their grasp
when they wrap my braids around their hands and force me to look at them
Latuda for Trich??
Has anyone else been prescribed Latuda to help treat Trichotillomania??