#ownership.

[playfully-sadistic]

You're so needy, darling. Your thoughts circle around being fucked, put to proper use and praised for taking it so well more times a day than they don't - I think your embarrassment is very misplaced in that regard, don't you? You should rather embrace being so utterly and completely my whore... after all, to be allowed to degrade yourself like that for me sounds like something to be rather prideful of, I took so much time shaping you to be insatiable, and look how you adapted, mh? Freshly created, molded into such a pretty toy for me to enjoy - you usually have little issue with arrogance, yet now you're presenting shameful, for something as natural as wanting to be owned?

Now, see, all it takes at this point - to get your cunt dripping and your fantasies spiraling - is one thought of me, one innocent little memory of having me hovering over you, of your chin in my grip, of my lips tracing the artery on your neck or your thighs, of my voice against the shell of your ear, of my hands keeping your body in place... just that to remind you of the power I have over you.

You wanted to be mine, and I gave you so much more than you bargained for.

[sluttypalace]

thinking of... comforting dominance. The comfort of giving up control and leaving the ropes to someone else, the dependability of someone taking care of you, the resignation of responsibility of reality and entering a space where only you and your Dom exist

How your chest swells with satisfaction and you sigh with relief, curling up around their leg or on their chest as they play with your hair giving reassuring pets

the feeling of safety that comes with knowledge that you're owned by them, under their care, a place to return to, instead of answering to a scary world, you just answer to them

just... sigh.. comforting dominance

[playfully-sadistic]

Grunting, moaning, breathing right into your ear while fucking you open with three fingers and putting my entire body weight on you, to have every thought of yours and every sensation you feel overwhelmingly fixated on me, me, me.

Your pleasure not just caused by me, but owned by me entirely, like your whole being.

[playfully-sadistic]

Hickeys, bruises and impact marks are nice, but I think what your skin really needs are some painfully deep boot sole imprints that, every time you look at them, remind you of my laughing and all the rude, disrespectful things I've called you while they've been put on you <3

[playfully-sadistic]

Oh, my darling angel, no more complaining. You love the marks I leave on you, those tokens of my appreciation, ownership even, you love the bruises that make you think of me for days, you love the strips and scratches, and the way that bright red accentuates your skin.

Remember what they say - beauty is pain. So be a doll for me and endure the process of prettying you up, despite the stinging. No more flinching, no more curses from those beautiful lips of yours, alright?