"Good Girl"

"Good girl"

Kneeling on the floor, sticking my tongue out, wearing paw gloves, puppy ears, a collar and a tail plug, doggie bone gag in my mouth, begging and whining as several big, strong, hairy men stand over me and pump their cocks.

Swirly eyes and heart pupils looking up as i make eye contact with Daddy; i can tell by the look in his eyes and the smile on his face that He's so, so proud of me, that i've done such a good job becoming a boycrazy bimbo for Him and all His friends.

Wagging my tail furiously as the nice men Daddy invited to play with me start to cum one by one, painting my face with their warm seed, decorating me like the slut i was always meant to become.

Daddy taking out his phone to capture this precious moment so that it can last forever, long after he's bathed me and locked me in my crate for the night, and so that he can show everyone what a good little slut i am.

Big, strong men cleaning off their cocks as Daddy reaches over and pats me on my head.

"Good girl"

being fucked in front of people and being exposed how much of a slut u are and how u take dick so well like a pretty little whore and them using u as jerk off material bc they can’t help how perfectly fucked out and pathetic u look

the thing is, i'm obviously a lesbian. i've known i was a lesbian since i was a kid -- i've never even kissed a boy.

so i'm obviously a lesbian -- even if i get impatient with my girlfriend's fingers and just want her to fuck me on her strap for hours; even if i need something thick and heavy in my cunt to cum. even if, when i get myself off alone, i drag the head of my biggest dildo up and down the seam of my pussy -- dripping, hole clenching down on nothing -- and wonder what it would be like if it was a real cock. if strong arms were holding me down while i lost my virginity took real dick for the first time.

it's good having guy friends, too -- people to be close with. i'm a lesbian, but it's fun to think about, on those rare occasions, in safe environments: when i leave my drink with my guy friend who's twice my size, or fall asleep drunk on his couch, leaning against him while he talks or games or watches tv. what if he wasn't so good a friend? (of course he is.) what if he did put something in my drink, or pulled my shirt down to jerk off on my tits, or carried me to his bed to rape my soft, untouched dyke pussy?

i'm a lesbian (obviously) (right?) but everyone likes attention, right? when we go out with our friends and men buy me drinks, it's only natural to feel flattered; it'd be rude to correct them, you know. the polite thing to do is dance a little, to press close, feel my tits press hard up against his flat, solid chest, let his big hands feel up my thighs, squeeze my ass a little. and if my panties are soaked by the time i get back to my friends, well, it's just a natural part of skin contact.

it's just natural.

If asexual dykes and fakeboys aren't going to use themselves properly they should be free use to everyone else like if they're going through a period of not being turned on by anything it shouldn't be up to them if someone else wants to play with their body. If they haven't been wanting to orgasm they should be forced to come over and over again until it hurts

i know sometimes my posts like...toe the line of like...questionable stuff, but i wanna make it clear that consent is the most important part of kink and if you think for a second that i condone any of the content on my blog without consent then you’re a god damn fool. and if you think consent is optional, well........good luck charlie (in other words, rot in hell)

A common mistake is thinking denial is about your pleasure. You think it’ll make you cum harder when you’re finally allowed, or feel more intensely while you wait.

Those are just excuses you tell yourself. You need to understand that denial is about my pleasure. The more deeply you’re denied, the better you’ll serve me and the more eager you’ll be to please me. My pleasure is what matters, even if it means taking yours away.