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thinking about training a new lover’s throat. i’ll use a toy first, just in case. i already know they’re a fighter. my shins are still bruised from the heels of their boots, but i haven’t let them see me limp. not that it would matter anyway. my chains are sturdy.
they can try to bite down all they want once i’ve forced the dildo past their teeth. i had to hold them by the hair to do it, but eventually their eyes started watering and those pretty lips parted nicely. i loosened up my grip, then. they have to learn just how good i can be to them when they behave.
still, they seemed convinced they’d be able to get away. they bit down hard, and actually thought they’d won for a second before my hand sent them to the ground.
tears well up differently with that kind of pain. it’s slower, since even their body is scared to do it now. they’re not much of a fighter after they learn just how hard i hit. fight or flight is fun, but freeze is really a beautiful thing.
if my handprint on their cheek doesn’t have them more docile once i’m pulling them back up by their collar, another few repetitions should fix that right up. if not, my boots are steel toe, and i’ve got a real fondness for revenge.
masochistic dom that really wants you to fight back
the consent part is understated a lot on my blog but really nothing is hotter than someone wanting you to hurt them.
them teasing you for not hitting hard enough makes the way their eyes water from the next one so much more satisfying.
them taking (almost) every hit with a smile on their face. laughing in embarrassment at their own reactions. making them lose control and watching them love it
the real abduction fantasy is having a basement in this economy
brat with tears in their eyes from overstimulation, demanding me to fuck them harder because they’re too embarrassed to admit how good i’m making them feel
hey can i come over to ur chambers and grind on ur codpiece
really into the thought of unknowingly drugging a sub with a magical aphrodisiac. they have no idea why they’re feeling like this. why they can’t sit still. why their clothes feel so itchy all of a sudden. why it’s so goddamn hot in here. and they’ll just keep falling deeper and deeper as it sets in, until all of their self control is gone and they can’t keep themselves away from me