Ngl Im Pretty Strapped For Cash And I Wont Get A Payment Again For Another Week At Least Anyone Able

ngl I’m pretty strapped for cash and I won’t get a payment again for another week at least 😩 anyone able to purchase vids/pics/customs? 💕 DM and let’s talk (stuffing this) turkey!

🎵When’s it my turn?🎶

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If you think you'd like being tied to a chair and fed, it's actually even better than you think it is.

My love language right here! 💕

I want to be the reason you smile when you look at your phone, all because you see a doordash order I placed for you for your favorite restaurant

So TikTok got me into Sleep Token which is great and fun and I love them but I just wish someone had warned me about listening to Euclid and experiencing The Weeping™️

FUCK I wish kinky hypnosis files worked on me 😩

Gotten some more followers, recently - almost at 100! 🥰💖 To celebrate, here’s a new piece with two versions:

For My Online Domme

(Version 1 - Contains: dumbification/bimbofication, D/s, and pet-play/ownership/TPE. POV: female first-person, addressed to gender-neutral dominant.)

I suppose it’s a good thing for me that there’s a screen between us.

At this point, if you showed up out of the blue, and whispered in my ear, asking me - or rather, commanding me - to be your good girl…

I would simply have no choice.

In an instant, my head would empty itself of all thoughts it deemed unnecessary for being your pet. I would follow you anywhere you cared to take me.

Perhaps you’d dress me up like a proper slut and parade me around with you at clubs and bars. Maybe you’d take me out to eat and order for me, laughing with the waitress at how I’m holding the menu upside-down. I’m sure, eventually, you’d take me home, and show me where I’d be kept.

Knowing you, it would be anything but uncomfortable. I would relish my small but plush accommodations at your feet, or by your side, or wherever you cared to put me. You take very good care of deserving pets, and I would be the most devoted little plaything you’d ever known.

I wouldn’t be capable of being anything else. I’m sure I wouldn’t want to be, anyway. I would be blissfully content to be your personal property, giving and receiving pleasure at your will, lavishing you with affection, and basking in the euphoria of your ownership.

I suppose it’s an awful shame for me that there’s a screen between us.

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(Version 2 - Adds elements of: feedism, hucow/lactation, and intox, along with all kinks from the original.)

I suppose it’s a good thing for me that there’s a screen between us.

At this point, if you showed up out of the blue, and whispered in my ear, asking me - or rather, commanding me - to be your good girl…

I would simply have no choice.

In an instant, my head would empty itself of all thoughts it deemed unnecessary for being your pet cow. A gnawing hunger would fill in the empty spaces. I would follow you anywhere you cared to take me.

Perhaps you’d dress me up like a proper slut, get me too high to function, and parade me around with you at clubs and bars. Maybe you’d take me out to eat and order for me, chuckling at the waitress’s shocked expression when she sees what a bloated mess I’ve made of myself - or would it be better at a buffet? I’m sure dozens of patrons would marvel at me as I burst out of whatever tight, skimpy outfit you give me. I’m sure, eventually, you’d take me home, and show me where I’d be kept.

Knowing you, it would be anything but uncomfortable. I would relish my plush little cow-pen at your feet, or by your side, or wherever you cared to put me. Gradually my burgeoning belly, ever-widening hips, and milk-swollen udders would fill up my cushiony resting spot. All the while you’d continue to stuff my face with whatever you pleased, be it calorie-dense treats, more drugs or booze to keep me dumb and docile, or just something you’d like me to use my mouth to “take care of.” You, of course, take very good care of deserving pets, and I would be the most devoted little moo-cow you’d ever known.

I wouldn’t be capable of being anything else. I’m sure I wouldn’t want to be, anyway. I would be blissfully content to be your personal property, eating far beyond my initial capacity, mooing in delight as you drink my milk, giving and receiving pleasure at your will, feeling myself grow too immense and dull to be human anymore, lavishing you with affection, and basking in the euphoria of your ownership.

I suppose it’s an awful shame for me that there’s a screen between us.