Relationship status: Single (this is not an invitation)
✅ Things I’m into!
Cuddling
Communication and Consent
Biting, marking, hickies
Giving & Recieving
Being silly or awkward during sex
Genuine love and passion
Praise!
Massage
Begging
ALWAYS aftercare!
❌ HARD NOs:
Ageplay, raceplay
Incest
Piss, Scat, Vore
Anal
Knifeplay, breathplay
Predator/Prey dynamic
Coercion
My Boundaries on Interacting
I’m not looking for any sort of roleplay, nudes exchange, flirting, hookups, etc in DMs. Please only send me NSFW if I specifically put out an ask, and always respect my “Hard No”s. If you violate any of my boundaries, you will be blocked.
Men and Minors: Please do not interact, this is not for you.
i’ve been craving the thought of you in that leather restraint chair all day. unable to move an inch, spread out at my mercy. my toy to play with. but I also love the anticipation right before any of it begins.
i guide you toward the chair with my hand resting lightly against your lower back, smiling every time you look at me with that mixture of curiosity and nervous excitement. you're trying so hard to be brave, pretending your heart isn't racing.
“still with me?” i'd ask softly. you nod. “words pretty girl” “yes” “good” i'd help you out of your clothes gently. kissing you until you’re soft and trusting under my hands. you stand there, shivering with needy excitement, obeying every single word i say while i guide you to the chair. i settle you into it, taking our time never rushing. every buckle, every strap is fastened with care, pausing after each one to brush my thumb across your skin. “too tight?” “no.” “you'll tell me if that changes?” “i promise” “good girl”
only then do i finish securing your wrists and ankles, stepping back just enough to admire how beautiful you look… exposed. watching the rise and fall of you chest. you test the cuffs instinctively, pulling against them before looking back at me. a tiny smile tugs at my lips at your little attempt to test the restraint. “i was wondering how long that would take”
you let out a small embarrassed laugh. “i had to check.” “i know” i walk back over, smoothing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “and?”“they're... secure” “they are”
for a long moment, i don't do anything else. i simply look at you. the silence stretches just long enough for your imagination to begin doing most of the work. “you look stunning like this” i whisper. “and so trusting”
leaning down, i whisper a reassuring reminder against your ear. “remember your safe word, alright? use it if it genuinely gets to be too much, but otherwise you belong entirely to me tonight” you nod against the headrest, looking up at me with those blown out eyes that I love. i trace a slow path up your inner thigh. you let out a sigh, relaxing under my touch, thinking this is just going to be a gentle torment.
for a while, i stay soft. a hand under your chin, a kiss against your forehead, slow breaths. i let the room settle until you're no longer thinking about the chair at all. only me, my voice. only waiting.
and that's exactly when the atmosphere changes. my hand lingers on your thigh a little longer before i step back. my smile becomes quieter, more knowing, you can tell I’m scheming.
“you've been wondering when i'm going to stop being nice” your breath catches. “maybe” “i thought so” i start circling the chair, taking it all in, my footsteps the only sound in the room.
“you've got quite the imagination don't you? already reacting and i haven't even done anything” i stop behind you, my fingers resting on the armrest beside your hand.
“you know what's interesting? the chair isn't what's keeping you still anymore, you are. you've stopped testing the restraints altogether” your cheeks warm immediately.
“i'm not...” “no?” i walk back into your view, tilting my head. “you haven't interrupted me once. you've answered every question. and every time i tell you to breathe...” you unconsciously inhale. “you do. see?” you hide your face for half a second, laughing under your breath. “that wasn't fair”
“no it wasn't baby. but neither was pretending you weren't going to melt the second i started paying more attention” i step closer, lifting your chin until you're looking at me once more. my expression softens, giving you a reassuring smile. brushing my thumb across your cheek. “there you are. you don't have to perform for me. you don't have to guess what i'm thinking. you just have to stay here with me.”
“i can do that” you whisper.
“i know you can.” i say as my hands grip your hips a little harder. suddenly switching from the soft caresses i've been giving you. and the energy shifts once again.
“don't even think about fighting the restraints when i start sweetheart. you’re just going to bruise your pretty skin, and we both know you’re too weak to break them anyway.”
instead of going straight for your favorite toy, i start with just my fingers, teasing you. trailing my fingertips over your stomach, down your hips, i'm barely brushing the edges of your wetness until you're whimpering and tilting your hips up to find my hand. “please... touch me” you beg, your wrists straining slightly against the leather. “let me see how ready you are for me.”
i take my time with the buildup, letting the tension stretch out until it feels too heavy and intoxicating. until you lose patience. i start by painting your slickness all over your already hyper sensitive skin, using a single finger to trace light circles right above your clit to tease a little more, never truly giving you the pressure you're visualizing. you let out little gasps as you feel the heat building, a pulling ache settling right between your thighs.
i finally slide two fingers inside you, a slow and deep stretch that makes your whole body go rigid against the chair, your face filling with absolute pleasure and relief the second you finally get what you've been needing.
i move them in long strokes, listening to the wet sounds echoing in the room, matching my rhythm to those shallow pants catching in your throat. my thumb moves to your clit, applying a bit more friction that rocks right against your core, intentionally pooling all that heavy tension behind my knuckles. i can feel your internal muscles twitching and squeezing around my fingers. your body getting hotter, heavier and so tight as the fluid builds up in waves.
“you feel that, sweetheart? you’re so full, poor thing” i whisper, pressing down on your lower stomach, feeling you twitch against my palm. you’re crying out, your head rolling side to side as you try to ride the rhythm. “let it out. squirt for me, princess. show me how wet you get just from my hands.”
that’s when i add the vibrator. the second the wand presses over my fingers against your clit, your body jolts. the intensity finally breaks you. you’re helplessly squirting and climaxing at the exact same time, shattering into a violent release, fluid soaking my hand as you scream my name. “there you go, i’ve got you. just like that. you did so good for me, baby” i praise softly, keeping the toy locked in place for just a few more seconds to ride out the pulsing before i finally pull back, letting you catch your breath.
you collapse against the chair panting, eyes closed, completely limp. you think the punishment is over and we’re taking a break. i just look down at your shivering thighs, giving you only a few seconds of peace before i slide my wet fingers right back inside you, picking up the pace right through the hyper sensitivity.
the sudden overstimulation makes you panic, your wrists instantly straining and slamming against the leather as you try to lift your hips away from my hand. “no wait please... i can’t” you sob. “where are you trying to go baby?” i say amused, looking up at your tear stained face. “shhh you can take it. you can take it for me because you’re my good girl aren’t you?”
“yes... yes i am” you manage to choke out, your fingers desperately gripping the armrests. “then show me, and take it.”
i push my fingers deeper, anchoring your hips down while my thumb applies more pressure, forcing your overstimulated body straight into a second orgasm.
when i finally pull my hand back, i wipe the tears from your cheeks while you lay there completely ruined. “don't close your eyes yet pretty thing. i know you have one more in you and it’s going to serve as a very good lesson”
you violently flinch as my hand hovers right back over your soaked skin, your body instinctively straining back into the leather seat, trying to find any inch of distance you can. i just press my palm flat against your thigh, holding you down. “stay still baby. there’s nowhere for you to go is there?” you just shake your head in defeat, a whine catching in your chest while you stare at me through your lashes.
i lean in closer, watching the way your core is still visibly twitching, unable to settle. “there’s still more that needs to come out isn’t there?” i whisper, my thumb grazing your slick hood. “no... no there isn't” you sob, your voice cracking and pleading. “but you still feel so full, princess... why is that? and you’re still dripping wet for me. are you sure you don’t need more? because your body is saying otherwise”
you have absolutely no defense left as i dive back down between your pinned wide thighs, replacing my fingers with my mouth to give you the final act you didn't even know you were begging for. when my tongue hooks flat against your clit, your whole torso arches off the chair, your moans turning into screams because it's completely too much to handle and i know it. I know I’m being relentless, treating your overstimulation like a playground, using you like a toy for my own entertainment but I also know how much you love it despite the sobs.
“hey” my voice low and filled with amusement. “look at me princess. look at me” you blink your eyes open, breathing in shallow gasps, your hips twitching as you try to find my mouth again. “didn’t you just tell me there was nothing left?” i tease, brushing my thumb over your soaked thigh. “didn’t you say you were all empty? but look at you now. begging me to finish you off.”
“please...” you sob, your wrists desperately straining against the leather cuffs. “please don’t stop I need it…i can’t take it anymore, I’m so close”
“i know baby I know” i lean back down, my breath hot against your swollen skin. “i knew you had it in you. you’ve got one more beautiful mess to make for me don’t you? your body doesn't know how to lie to me.” you let out a broken whine, tired of the teasing, your head thrashing against the headrest.
“then show me baby. come on. let it out one last time. show me how much you lied to me. cum for me princess. let it all out right now.”
i’m swirling and drinking you in while my fingers slide back inside, thumb rubbing your clit. you are crying, fisting the cuffs as i drive you straight through the sensory overload into a third climax that completely empties you out under my tongue.
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when i finally lift my head, the only sound left in the room is your trembling breathing. your head is thrown back against the headrest and you are completely limp. i look at you for a second, my heart aces with so much affection before immediately leaning up to press a few soft kisses all over your face, catching the tears on your cheeks, kissing your forehead, your eyelids and your swollen lips until you finally let out a tiny chuckle.
“there you are” I say smiling softly. “hey princess. breathe for me baby. you’re all done. i’ve got you”
i start unlocking the restraints, when the leather clicks open, your hands immediately fly to my neck. you hold onto me like your life depends on it, burying your face right into my shoulder, whimpering softly as the sudden rush of circulation hits your skin.
“shhh i know, i've got you. you did so good for me” i whisper, kissing the side of your neck. “are you okay? I’m gonna carry you alright?”
you mumble a sleepy yes against my skin and i lift you right out of the chair. you’re so exhausted and heavy in my arm. your head resting against my chest while i carry you over to the edge of the bed. i grab the glass of water from the nightstand, holding it up to your lips and tilting it gently.
“drink a little bit sweetheart. take your time” you sip it eyes closed, a little giggle catching in your throat when i use my thumb to wipe a stray drop from your chin.
“my head is completely fuzzy” you whisper, leaning your forehead against mine, your eyes still half closed. “you might’ve ruined me”
“good. that was the whole point” i tease, brushing your messy hair out of your face and kissing the tip of your nose. “come here, we’re gonna go get you into a warm shower okay? let’s wash all this off”
i guide you to your feet, but your knees immediately buckle, your thighs still shaking from the overstimulation that you can barely stand. i catch you easily, laughing softly against your neck as i pick you right back up to carry you into the bathroom. the warm water fills the space with steam and i hold you close under the spray, using a cloth to gently wash your skin, making sure to rub your aching thighs. you're just leaning into me, sighing softly, completely safe and taken care of.
once you're clean and wrapped in an oversized shirt, i carry you back to bed. pulling the blankets up over both of us and tucking you tightly against my chest. you curl your legs into mine, your face right under my chin.
i slide a hand down to gently massage the sore muscles of your thigh and you let out a dramatic whine, hiding your face in my neck.
“i’m gonna be so incredibly sore tomorrow” you complain sleepily. “you’re literally going to have to carry me everywhere. my thighs are already aching.”
i let out a laugh, my heart melting as i rub slow circles into your thigh. “is that so? you're gonna think of me every time you try to stand up at work?”
“shut up” you mumble but you’re smiling, pressing a few kisses against my collarbone. “yes. every single step is going to be a very painful reminder of how mean you were to me.”
“i was being so sweet…maybe a little mean, only because you love it” i whisper back, tightening my grip around your waist and pulling you closer so there is zero space between us. “but i'll take care of you all day i promise. go to sleep baby”
"you're so sensitive." watching you twitch at the lightest touch. "i love how responsive you are. i love watching your body tell me everything you feel too shy to say out loud."
starting slow. barely anything. just the lightest fingertips against your inner thigh. watching you shiver at even that.
"see?" so soft. so warm. "look at you. i haven't even gotten anywhere yet and you're already shaking. you're so beautiful when you respond like this."
a small embarrassed sound. trying to still yourself.
"hey." pressing a kiss to your hip. "don't hide it from me. please. i want to see every single reaction. you're so pretty when you let yourself feel things."
moving my hand higher. slow. deliberate. feeling you tense in anticipation before i've even touched you properly.
"your body talks so much more than you do." finding you finally. barely any pressure at all. "every little gasp. every shiver. it tells me exactly what's working. i don't even need words from you sweetheart, though i love hearing your voice too."
a sharp inhale. hips shifting toward my hand.
"there you go." so gentle. "see? you just told me that felt good without saying a word. you're doing so well."
touching you slowly. taking my time learning every place that makes you twitch. every spot that makes your breath catch differently.
"so responsive." pressing a little firmer. watching you arch immediately. "i could just learn you like this for hours. you're so perfect. every single part of you."
"please—" barely there.
"i know baby." not speeding up. "i know what you need. i can feel it in the way you're shaking. you don't even have to ask, but i love when you do."
your hands finding the sheets. gripping them.
"you're so beautiful like this." meaning it completely. watching tears start to gather at the corners of your eyes from how much sensation is building. "every reaction. every shiver. every time your breath catches. i love all of it. i love you."
building you slowly. deliberately. watching the way your body responds before your mind catches up.
"there you go." so soft. "your body already knows exactly what it wants. i just have to listen. you're doing so beautifully right now. so good."
getting you right to the edge. feeling it in the way your thighs start to tremble harder.
slowing down.
a desperate broken sound.
"i know sweetheart." pressing a kiss to your stomach. "i felt that. i felt exactly how close you were. you're being so patient."
"please mommy—" tears actually falling now. "please i need—"
"i know what you need." starting again. building you back up. "your body already told me. i'm just giving it to you. you've been so good."
touching you properly this time. no more pulling back. watching every single response.
"so beautiful." not stopping. "so responsive. you're doing such a good job letting go for me."
feeling you get close again. faster this time.
"cum for me." cooed at you encouragingly. "i can feel exactly how ready you are. you've earned this."
watching you fall apart completely. the way your whole body shudders. the way you shake through every single wave of it while i stay right there.
waiting until your breathing has regulated and your body has relaxed.
cupping your face in both hands. thumbs stroking your cheeks. catching the last of the tears.
"hi beautiful."
eyes wet. shaky. "hi."
"you did so well." pressing a kiss to your forehead. "so so well. i'm so proud of you. i loved every single thing your body told me tonight."
you pulling closer. tucking your face into my neck.
keeping you there. rubbing slow circles on your back.
"so beautiful." pressing another kiss to your hair. "my perfect girl."
can’t stop thinking about having a sub pressed against me. chest to back. my mouth at their neck. one hand warm and flat on their stomach while the other works between their legs slowly. feeling them squirm back into me. trying to get more and not wanting to seem too desperate about it.
giving them more anyway.
two fingers. slow. feeling them open around me. taking my time stretching them. listening to every sound they try to muffle. not letting them muffle it. “let me hear you.” feeling them clench immediately.
curling my fingers. finding that spot. staying right there while my mouth kisses their neck. while my thumb finds their clit. while they grab at my arm and press back harder.
cooing at them while i do it. “look at how wet you are.” feeling them whimper. “you’re soaking my fingers baby. you feel that?” feeling them try to hide their face. not letting them. “no. stay right here with me.”
playing with their nipples while my fingers keep working. feeling them arch back into me. too much everywhere. not enough anywhere.
building them up slow. stretching them a little more. feeling how ready they are. how their whole body is chasing it.
making them cum on my fingers. feeling it. staying right there through all of it. working them through every single wave.
then bringing my fingers to their mouth.
“open.”
watching their face. the way they hesitate for just a second before they do it. tasting themselves. sucking slow. “good girl.” pressing a kiss to their cheek while they do it. “tasting how wet you got for me. tasting what you did.” feeling them whimper around my fingers. pressing my lips to their ear. “so messy. got my whole hand wet and now look at you. cleaning it up like a good girl.”
holding them after. their back still against my chest. hand warm on their stomach again.
I like laying in bed with my tiddies out but it would be a lot cooler if there was someone here to admire them and we could skin-to-skin cuddle for a while
I need one of those puppygirl types so I can call her a good girl and she loses her mind. It’s so funny. (And adorable)
Praise in general. I’d tell her how much I love her while I go down on her and ask if this is okay, is it okay if I put my hands here, does this feel good, etc.
And tell her she’s doing such an amazing job, and she’s sooo cute like this… ask her to do little things (reposition, take clothes off, etc) just so that I can tell her she’s being a great listener for me. Maybe clicker train her too while I’m at it
I think it would be fun. People who love praise are adorable 🫶
I want to pin a pretty girl’s wrists to her bed and lean over and tell her “Listen to me. You’re the light of my fucking life, and don’t you dare EVER think otherwise. Got it?” and then when she nods call her my sweet girl, and kiss her forehead and maaaybe worship her for hours. idk
18+ She loves the faces you make when you take her strap. ۶ৎ
You’re on your back in the middle of her soft bed, legs spread wide around her hips, while she hovers above you. The mirror on the ceiling reflects everything back down at you: your flushed chest, the way your thighs tremble, the desperate little twist of your mouth every time she rolls her hips. “Look up, baby,” she whispers, voice low and enticing against your ear. “Watch yourself for me.”
You tilt your head back. The sight makes your stomach flutter: her body moving over yours, the thick strap disappearing inside you with every smooth thrust, your own face twisted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes glassy, cheeks burning. She smiles when she sees you looking. “There she is,” she murmurs, almost fondly. “My pretty girl. Look how fucked out you get for me, baby.”
Her pace stays steady but filthy, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm that hits deep every single time. One of her hands slides up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face so you can’t look away from the mirror. “See that?” she breathes, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “See how your mouth falls open when I go deep? How your eyes get all hazy when I grind against your clit like this?”
You whimper, unable to stop the soft, broken sounds spilling from your lips. She watches your reflection with dark, loving eyes, like she’s memorizing every twitch of your face, every flutter of your lashes.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” she says softly, almost a whisper. She leans down to kiss you, slowly, while still fucking you in that same steady rhythm. When she pulls back, her thumb brushes your bottom lip. “I could watch you for hours.” Your thighs start shaking harder around her waist. She feels it and smiles, grinding deeper, slower, making sure you feel every inch.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” she whispers, eyes locked on your reflection. “Let me see that pretty face when you fall apart.” You do — back arching, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure crashes through you. She keeps moving through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin, completely captivated by the way you look coming on her strap.
When you finally go limp beneath her, she leans down and kisses you again, slow and tender, like she’s thanking you for letting her see you like this. She pulls out gently, then wraps you up in her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while you catch your breath. “My perfect girl,” she whispers, still watching your face in the mirror above. “I love every face you make for me.”
I just want to be able to tell a girl that she’s being so good for me, and that she’s beautiful. I need to hear the sounds she makes and feel how her body reacts.
What to do if you have a demand you desperately need to fulfill and you can't:
Make up a shitty little character in your head to give you the exact opposite demand, so you can avoid THAT demand while getting done what you need to get done. "Do not brush your teeth." Fuck you Janet, I'm gonna do what I want.
Make up a story that would reframe the task at hand as an act of rebellion or spite. "I live in a world where showering is illegal and if I get caught I'm going to jail for a thousand years."
Use that task to procrastinate on other tasks. "I've got homework I really need to do...hey I haven't done my laundry in a while."
I kinda want to make a dating profile. It would be nice to put myself out there and find someone. But man, it’s scary! Dating apps, I’ve heard, are full of disappointment, ghosting, and downplaying love in preference of hookups.
I worry that I’d match with someone and get along pretty well, only to realize she smokes, or she’s not interested in deep connections, or she’s sex repulsed (which is completely okay! but I would like to eventually) or I let her down, or I’m too clingy, not good enough, or I do something wrong and make her uncomfortable… auuughhh this is scary to think about :(
But it would be nice to find someone who’s looking for the same things as me. I’ll never know if I don’t go looking.
