Does Anyone Else Have A Weird Thing About Getting Too Much Affection?

Does anyone else have a weird thing about getting too much affection?

Call me cute/pretty? I'm a little melty, sure!

Call me cute and pretty repeatedly? Oops, I'm starting to leak through my boxers..

Do something for me that shows you're thinking about me and my well-being? Fill my holes. I can take it all, I promise!

Praise me long enough? I'm ready to please, I'm ready to please, I'm ready to pl-

i wanna be a dumb little whore for master to use whenever he wants !! i want my holes to be owned and controlled by him so i don't have to think abt anything but serving him !! please please please im just an object for master to rape and grope >~<

Sluts should always look their best so that their Master can display them, show them off. Here are things I do for my Master. What else should I do?

• shave my legs at least four times a week 🪒

• wax my entire pussy and asshole 🍑

• oil or lotion my legs daily 🧴

• bidet rinses when I go to the bathroom, cold water only 💦

• basic hygiene including daily showers, brushing my teeth, washing my face 🧼

• whitening my teeth 🪥

• always doing my hair and make up to his liking💋

• work out so I can always ride Master until he wants me to stop 💪🏼

• keeping my nails and toes painted and clean 💅🏼

• drinking enough water and eating lots of fruits and veggies 🥗

• and, of course, approval of all my outfits including panties and bras 👗

Tell me how to be a better slut, how would you pamper me if I were your toy ❤️

every overthinker should have someone to fuck them stupid

i need someone to decide that a perfect slut like me is going to be a cow whether i want to or not. snatching me up randomly from work, or the park, or the grocery store, taking me to their basement, tying me up and pumping me full of drugs to make me more horny and compliant while a milking machine tugs nonstop on my nipples. within days i would stop thrashing against my restraints as the drugs kicked in and my engorged udders started to drip milk through my new fat teats, giving up my unnatural human urges and settling into life as my kidnapper’s cow, mooing uncontrollably as i’m bred with the first of dozens of their babies. i’ll have no say in how big i get, how much milk i produce, or how many children i birth— but i’ll be too dumb and needy to care. all i’ll be able to think about is how good it feels to have my teats milked and my animal cunt flooded with their seed over and over again. nothing else matters.

At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

...moooooooo~