Idea For Later: Toppy Mech Pilot, Because Pilot Skills And Interface Compatibility Are In Fact Independent

idea for later: toppy mech pilot, because pilot skills and interface compatibility are in fact independent of propensity to make the 🥺 face

"Oh, no, Handler darling. Full synch stays on. You're going to feel every moment of this op, every shell fired, every boost jump, every hit I take. You're going to sit in your nice comfortable office chair and absorb all that and think about how to run the next op tighter and cleaner for me. If I want your input during the run, I will let you know. Are we clear?"

[unintelligible]

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard the words I was listening for: 'yes, Pilot First Class Astrid'. Callsigns are for children."

[unintelligible, yelp of pain]

"Am I going to have to tell you twice? You thought you were beyond my reach? Your interface doesn't need to be wired for shock for me to hurt you. There's quite a lot of sensory input on this end, and I just need to filter less."

[unintelligible]

"There, I knew you could say it. I think we'll get along just fine. Oh, stop crying, I'll handle it. Astrid to Tower, preflight complete, clear for dropship pickup on pad six."

she eats lunch with the logistics people, because the other pilots mysteriously never have an open seat.

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Spicy followup

need someone to coach me on how to do a strip tease tbh

Shrinks your dick and grows your ass,

get bent losers,

ESTROGEN BLAST!

That is my ultimate in a fighting game. The BLÅHAJ finisher where I unleash my otherworldly energy to transition my opponent and then give them a ikea shark

here's a bit of an experimental sequence!

Okay so, yeah 99% I'm purely a domme, but every once in a while I get the urge to be a service top. Like.

Say I'm this barbarian warrior woman who's been captured in battle and dragged in chains back to the imperial capital. And the Empress - this gorgeous, voluptuous woman in silks and jewelry - look down at me imperiously as I'm presented to her, my torn clothes leaving my whole muscular body on display. And she decides I'd perfect as her newest plaything.

After I'm allowed to eat, bathe, and sleep, she orders me collared and brought to her chambers. She's lying on her bed naked, body on display for me, and she takes hold of my leash and tells me that she needs me to fuck her until she's satisfied. So of course I obey.

I climb on top of her and relentlessly fuck her into the mattress, holding nothing back as my muscular hips work my cock into her over and over. I'm forbidden to touch her, no matter how much I want to feel her luscious curves and full breasts under my hands. The whole time she's telling me what a good job I'm doing, urging me to fuck her harder, if she feels I'm not satisfying her she tugs on my collar. Maybe I slide my cock into her ass, stretching out her tight hole with my girth, filling her so completely. Maybe she tells me that's the only place I'm allowed to cum, the queen can't be having a barbarian's children.

She praises me for every orgasm I give her, for lasting so long inside me while she cums on my girldick, and my reward is getting to have my own release, now that I've been a useful toy for her.