Forcing Subs To Beg For What They Want Is So Fucking Hot. Telling Them To Use Their Words And That They'll

forcing subs to beg for what they want is so fucking hot. telling them to use their words and that they'll only get it if they beg like a good slut. seeing them get all red and shy, claiming that they dont know how to or that they get too flustered and try to hide their face. grabbing their wrists and pinning their hands above their head and again telling them to beg. hearing them stumble over their words for them to only be edged for the night because they need to learn to use their words better

I'm a lesbian but I want to belong to a man so so bad. Like I want to be forced to marry a man and to be devoted to him as his little cock sucking pet. Maybe once in a while he'll let me play with other dykes but we all know that they're gonna end up being converted like me. It's just so hot especially since I'm ovulating rn 🥺 I just wanna be filled up and I wanna dm you but I'm too shy 👉🏼👈🏼

Oh, you poor little thing… don’t you know those desires will only get even stronger once you take the next step? Don’t you want to be under a man’s control, to belong to him, to give up your sexual preferences, your autonomy, your independence, just so that you can please him a little bit better? How are you ever going to make that happen unless you try?

I might sound scary, but I’m really a huge softie when I’m not giving someone the push they really need. There are plenty of happily broken dykes in my DMs who can attest… how would you like to join their ranks? I hope to see you back here soon, anon… maybe the next time you’ve ovulating, when being shy doesn’t seem as important as filling that aching void inside you?

"Just the tip."

That’s what I like to call my favorite little game I play with shy, curious dykes. You know you shouldn’t let me fuck you raw. You only like girls, after all. You’re not on birth control. I’m too big for your tight virgin pussy. You can come up with whatever excuses you want. But now that we’ve gotten this far; now that your curiosity about men has finally gotten the better of you; now that you’ve finally caved and given in to that desperate craving for something warm and hard inside you; now that we’re both naked with my hard thick cock twitching inches away from your dripping cunt, your arousal is overpowering all of your inhibitions, and you know it’s far too late to go back.

So we reach this compromise. You allow me to fuck you, but no deeper than the tip of my cock. I agree, of course. I know exactly what’s going to happen, even if you still insist on pretending otherwise.

So I slide my tip inside you. I stretch you out, just a little bit. But there’s a problem. I can’t really fuck you like this, I say. I need to go a little deeper so that I have enough room to thrust without my dick falling out each time. You agree, but only just a little bit, just enough for me to have enough room to slide in and out. It makes sense, after all. It’ll feel so much better for both of us that way.

And then I start to thrust, just barely past the tip, as agreed upon. Only now, with the added pleasure, you’re even more aroused, and your pussy starts to open wider for me. Your body wants to feel more of me, even if your mind is still holding out. Those arms of yours wrapped around my back aren’t just resting there any more, they’re starting to pull me in automatically, little by little, deeper and deeper with each thrust. Do you notice my cock starting to press inside you further? Do you realize what’s happening? You’re certainly not complaining. All I can hear is your whimpers and moans, begging me to keep going. So we continue like that, me stretching you out bit by bit as your wet cunt pulls me in.

And then, inevitably, you slip up. Maybe you wrap your legs around me instinctively, maybe you pull me in just a little too hard, or maybe, in the throes of passion, you let out a “Deeper…” without realizing it, and I oblige you. Either way, your soaking wet pussy is all too eager to accept me, and all of a sudden, there’s a lot more dick inside you right now than there was a moment ago. My thick cock is buried inside you all the way to the hilt.

And then you freeze for a moment, as your eyes go wide and you realize that you’ve broken our little agreement. I love watching the gears in your head turn as you try to decide what to do next. It’s all so predictable. “Well,” you think, “we weren’t supposed to, but we’ve gone this far, what’s the harm in continuing? Especially when it feels so good…”

You could ask me to pull out. We could stop here, and go our separate ways. But that gnawing curiosity inside you would remain unsatisfied. Just a taste isn’t enough for you anymore. You need more. So you ask me to keep going. I happily obey. Now the full length of my cock is plunging in and out of you with each thrust, stretching you out, pushing against pleasurable parts in you that you didn’t know existed. And this time, I’m enjoying myself too.

I’m using your pussy for exactly what it was made for, pleasuring myself with your cunt as I pin your legs down to your sides and hold you down against the mattress with my weight. Maybe you feel a momentary pang of regret; maybe a brief thought of “we weren’t supposed to go this far…” flashes through your mind, but it fades in an instant as the tip of my cock bumps against your back walls. It feels too good, it feels natural, it feels right. And you can feel yourself getting close. You’re going to cum. You’re going to cum with a man’s cock deep inside you.

But I’ve been waiting for this moment. I’ve been timing my thrusts, riding the edge of my own orgasm, until I can tell you’re at the point of no return. I start to grunt as I thrust into you forcefully, and groan out that I’m going to cum. But you’re so close yourself, if I were to pull out now, you’d lose it. All that slow buildup, all that arousal would go to waste. So you clutch at me involuntarily, wrap your legs around my hips, buck and writhe as your body tries its hardest to coax the orgasm out of me. Maybe you even let out a moan. Maybe a whimper slips out: “Please cum inside me.” Did I really just say that? you think, but it’s far too late to do anything about it now. You cum, and so do I.

I plunge into you, balls deep, and I unload inside you, shooting rope after rope of hot cum splashing against your cervix. Your cunt contracts along my cock as it throbs and pulses, milking out every last drop into your eager womb.

And as we catch our breaths, and the high of your orgasm starts to fade, it hits you. Oops. That wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to stay strong. But now there’s a man’s cock inside you, twitching and softening as my cum dribbles out of your stretched-out pussy. You should feel guilty, or ashamed, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a tinge of embarrassment. You’ve been calling yourself a lesbian all this time, but now your body’s given the game away. You’re hooked, and you’re going to keep coming back for more.

Is it OK to message you?

I'd like to talk more about breaking me 🥵😅

Absolutely! My messages are open to anyone who wants to chat, make friends, or talk about kinks… and they’re especially open to dykes who want to be broken 😘

damn girl, you look like you are easily overpowered (flirting)

Whispering in your ear "fuck you're so tight when you're scared" after I force myself into you