Whenever A Hard Limit Slowly Turns Into A Soft Limit, I Feel Like I Should Be Given Head Pats For Succumbing

whenever a hard limit slowly turns into a soft limit, i feel like i should be given head pats for succumbing to corruption and a life with more pleasure ^^

#aaaahhh #perfection in word form

“…are chu mad at me?” The man looks up from his book. His pet bunnygirl stands before him. Shimmering eyes on the brink of tears, long ears flopping downwards from her headband. She quivers slightly. Dressed in a frilly strawberry-print thong, matching bralette, and fuzzy white knee-high socks, she’s as stunning as the day they met.

“No, darling. I’m not mad at you at all. What’s wrong?” The bunny avoids her owner’s gaze. Pawing at the white bow on her collar, a single tear rolls down her cheek. “it’s just that we haven’t… you know… since this morning… and it’s almost noon… and i…” Her tiny voice begins to crack. “Oh, sweetheart. Come here, come sit in my lap.”

The fragile girl curls up against the man as he opens his pants. Touching the wet patch on her strawberry panties, a finger slips inside the fabric and pulls them aside.

The owner sits his pet on his cock.

“ah! ~<3” A small gasp of pleasure escapes her lips. Leaning back into him, he stretches out her tiny pussy. The man caresses her as she slowly slides down his shaft. The bunnygirl reaches the base, and he feels her body relax. “See? Daddy’s not mad at you.” His hands roam the girl’s soft skin.

Starting to move her hips she works her owner’s cock, keeping it as deep inside her as she can. “mmhm but are chu sure…? >.<” The mans hands run along her hips, up her stomach, underneath her pink bra. He cups her small chest and pinches her nipples. “I’m very sure. You’re a wonderful little bunny. You make me so happy.”

She starts to bounce her wet pussy in his lap. "pwomise…?” The owner kisses her neck and admires her flushed pink face. Roughly groping her chest, he pinches hard on her tits. “Yes darling. I promise. You’re such a good girl, I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.” Using her breasts as handles, he pulls her up and down as she fucks him.

“…but why no sex since we woke up…?” The man reaches between her thighs and rubs her clit. The bunnygirl bounces faster with each touch of her pussy. “Because you were such an amazing slut this morning, princess.” A loud moan of pleasure from his pet interrupts him. He puts his fingers in her mouth to pacify her.

“You were the perfect fucktoy this morning; all that icky fun. You did so good that I came a lot… Do you remember that, bun?” Drooling on his fingers and humping his cock, she nods frantically. “You made daddy cum so hard I needed to rest.”

He rubs his whole hand against her pussy, down her lips stretched around his slippery cock. The owner whispers into the bunnygirl’s ear: “I’m very proud of you…” Those five words make her cum. She convulses as he lays her down on the couch. Pulling his cock from the overstimulated pet, he strokes himself to finish. The bunnygirl squirms from pleasure as he coats her half naked body.

Dazed and satisfied, they lay down together for a nap. He kisses her cheek while she looks at the mess they made. Strawberries and cum. Another kiss, another whispered praise.

“You’re a good girl. Daddy loves you.”

I keep thinking about this fantasy of being used/kept by and older, more experienced couple.

Maybe 10 or so years older than me (even older I’d find too, idc) that befriend me and lure me into feeling safe with them. They invite me over for dinner, I spend time with them all that fun stuff. I consider them good friends.

Their motives had always been a little off but once I let it slip I was a virgin, well, they were thrilled.

I come over one night, dinner as usual but I guess I drank more than usual because I’m so tired and they don’t want me to drive home so they help me into the bedroom and she starts getting me ready for bed.

My clothes are removed and there’s all this groping and touching. I’m too sluggish to fight her off.

My hands are still bound behind my back though. She rubs at my cute little very sensitive clit and gets a taste to get me ready for her husband.

Eventually it ends up with her sitting in my face, holding my legs up as he’s pounding into me over and over and over. Such a tight little virgin cunt. Well, not a virgin anymore.

Maybe they put one of those double sided blowjob training gags in my mouth so they both get pleasure out of this.

I cum and so does she between her holding a vibrator to my clit and the hers. Eventually he cums inside me as I struggle and cry.

Instead of pulling out he stays inside and rubs harshly at my clit until I cum again. Over and over and over until he’s ready for round two.

I’m broken, a twitchy, overstimulate, cock drunk doll for them to breed and play with.

The plan went better than they thought

was groomd not to cum without permission nd now i can’t come unless m allowed! like ever. he broke me :/

an abusive and possessive guy friend that doesn’t take no for an answer, or understand personal space, pretty please

it could start off with us meeting online. him already knowing from my profile that i’m a lesbian, so we’d fall into a comfortable routine as friends. we’d text non-stop, facetime all through the night, and give each other advice. it would feel like i’m i’d finally found a male figure in my life that i can trust to be myself around authentically. i’d always feel so safe around him. and he would feel the same, but then he’s start to vie my comfort differently...

the morning and goodnight text would start to become required no matter what I had going on personally. if i’d ‘ignore his calls’ he’d assume i’m trying to cut him off, and start to become highly manipulative. even his gaze would linger too long on my chest whenever i’d forget to wear a bra on cam.

our time together would become strained…maybe I’d call it out at first. making jokes that suddenly turn into real accusations. but they wouldn’t be ‘accusations’ now would they? because, he’d pull back. get into my good graces, plan to finally meet up and it would suddenly all become so clear.

holding onto me during our day time “friend-dates.” offering to drive me around just so he’d always know where i was and when. and finally, on one faithful night out when I was getting a bit too close to another girl…he’d demand my full attention. making up a reason for us to leave and for me to watch over him through the night. swearing that he just needed me there for him.

but as soon as night fell, he’d move to execute a way to completely nullify my protest. something that would leave me with a piece of him…

bending over in front of open windows around the house bc i know my pretty panties stretch so nicely for the perv across the street xox