#saint sin

[juggalogigolo]

training ur sub to love being edged so much that they crave it. at first it may have seemed some sort of challenge, or punishment. over and over, where they used to cry and beg, they slowly begin to get used to it. then one day, you stop. from beginning to end, you satisfy them completely and let them cum at the first sign of it happening. they’re so taken aback, they don’t know how to react, and their body almost rejects it. they begin to beg and cry for the opposite now. they need you to deny them, to say no, to give sparing touches until they’re hot. taking them back and forth, until they can never get used to just how fucking amazing you can make them feel.

[juggalogigolo]

you ever place your packer in the perfect spot that you can rock against it and you just become brain dead horny, rutting against a fake cock with ur own one 😵‍💫 it’s so good you could get off just by humping your goddamn bed

[juggalogigolo]

i can’t describe how hard it gets me to see how far i can push someone. toting finely on that edge of too much, constantly teasing their boundaries but also staying frustratingly wanted. how much can i make him hurt before he gives in? how long can i make him wait before it’s too late? how many times can i make him cum before it’s one too many?

i would find true absolute perfect spot of where the pain is overwhelming but enticing. where it makes him cry and curl in but itch for it. he’lll find himself wanting to beg me to stop and simultaneously ask me, beg me, to make that bruise blossom bigger and bigger. and i will.

i’ll make him wait and i’ll humiliate him for wanting as bad as he does. i’ll pretend i don’t know what i’m doing but it’s all part of it, and putting words and accusing me for what i’m doing is only going to embarrass him more. only going to make him seem desperate, so he won’t say a thing.

things won’t get easier just because i decide to fuck him. he knows that, but a sick sense of relief will come over him anyway. it’s the only gift he’ll get before i push him to his absolute edge. see how much his body and mind can give me before it’s drained completely, and then some more.

every night those lines will become a little thinner.

[juggalogigolo]

there’s nothing fucking sexier than fighting for dominance. two vers’ finding some way to settle who is getting fucked, stupid little competitions like who will beg or cum first. doing pain play and seeing who will cry first. pretending like you’re upset when you lose but you already can’t fucking wait to get them inside of you. you feed more off the competition than the victory. god, i need to pin a boy down and have him try to pin me instead, but he’s just too weak to try and fight me off, all flushed and saying how he can make me feel so good, but he knows he isn’t going inside anyone tonight. a need honestly.

[juggalogigolo]

can not stop thinking about being marked up. in all ways, but god i love it when topping. i want the red marks on my back, the teeth imprints on my neck and the bruising on my ass that all reminds me every day just how good i did for my pup. the pain they bring, the way i can get hard just by catching them in the mirror. need to stop thinking abt this so hard but god damn

[juggalogigolo]

i love dominant bottoms, i love dominant vers’ and god i want my pup to just have me at his mercy. to make me desperate to touch him and tease me with my inability to. i want him to test me and keep me pliant and on edge constantly. i want him to see in me what i want to do to him and to take advantage of that, dangle it in front of my eyes. i want his pleasure to be my reward, and my own pleasure some form of punishment. i want him to finally let up after all that torture, and to use me to get what he needs the exact way he wants it, showing to me what i’m not allowed to get. and then fuck it, maybe i’ll do the exact same thing to him the next night.

[juggalogigolo]

holding back until they tell you they can take it. trying to be the perfect level of rough and constantly having to restrain yourself from biting harder, making your grip stronger, thrusting rougher. you wanna draw their blood from between your teeth and taste it, but you don’t know if they can handle it yet. and then they tell you they can, and you just completely come undone. you get sick with it, the way that they let you claim them. they are yours for the taking. when you’re done, they’ll be bruised and bleeding, covered in a beautiful array of marks to show where you have been, where you chose to love.