There's Something So Hot About Being Put On A Leash.

There's something so hot about being put on a leash.

Whether it's with the care of a collar being put on with a leash then being attached, or (my current focus) having my top pull out their belt and fashion a leash right there.

Please, fuck, just let me be pulled around. Make it just slightly to tight so that my breath stutters

You want to be edged huh~

Why don't you sit down, cunt grinding on a pillow like you would a leg. All that grinding will get you such a pretty look on your face.

If you want to be an even bigger whore, stick a thumb in your mouth and play with your tits with your other hand.

Well done, slut~

I can't express just how excited I was to see this ask, thank you!!

I'm moaning and whimpering as I do this, imagining you were here. I mean, you're so kind as to have given me an order, so you'd deserve a show

Three fingers, that's good, but I bet you'd rather be stuffed with something else than just fingers~

Tell me exactly how much you'd love your cunt stuffed by my cock, and I'll let you cum after.

Be a gorgeous whore for me~

<3

Yes, yes, god, yes!

Fuck, I'd love nothing more than to feel your cock in me, to feel your strength as you push me down

Please, I want to be so good for you, I'm so worked up that I would be putty in your hands ~

Thinking disrespectfully

Specifically in the context of a bunch of gentle praise and maybe a pinch of edging

What is it about getting high that makes me so into corruption?

Normally, day to day, I shun my horny brain for extreme horny thoughts. When I'm sober/turned on, I have, as mentioned, "extreme horny thoughts," but that's all they are: thoughts.

But high? Let alone high and horny??

No impulse control. Normally soft Nos are still solid NOs. But now? Oh, they're all yeses now