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i pulled a guy's hair last night as a joke and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head and he might've came a little... i love when men
You know there's something about this not being able to see the sub and not needing to pay them any attention, just getting on with something while they serve me without complaint. It's a really hot idea, I just need to find the right slut.
Oh, to have a helpless kitten soaking wet, brainwashed, and chained up to my desk
I love how tall i am. I'm 5 foot eleven (six fokt if im wearing my boots) and I love the idea of towering over a sub. Looking down at them like the pathetic whore they are. Even if the sub is taller than me, it makes no difference once you're on your knees. Which you should be in my presence.
I'm starting to think I just like power.
I recently bought a new pair of boots and it's just such a travesty that there isn't a cute sub here to worship them for me.
Kissing them passionately, like it's an honour to do so. Thanking me for giving this opportunity as I degrade them for being for submissive. Like OMG you're worshiping my boots?! You're such a slut I love it.
I just think I was born to be superior. Born to be a Lady, a Madame, a...mistress.
Me and who?
My asks are very open, please say hi
how do u get asks from horny transgenders on here im trying to get bounced on virtual cock and make out with digital pussy
For dayssss now i’ve had a fantasy where i’ve got a woman i love and trust more than anyone in the world…. and one day she opens me up for free use to dozens of people. lovingly she prepares me, and after weeks with her trying new toys of all sizes and means on my tight butch boypussy, she lays me on a short table, hands delicate and all-knowing as they trace my curves and veins and tighten the constraints on my wrists, as they adjust the spreader bar that keeps me wide open and vulnerable. i’m terrified and already slick with fear as she drags her finger between my pussy lips and sighs such a sweet, proud, dreamy sigh, as she tells me in her firm, quiet voice how amazing it is that i’m already slick for the others. she tells me she’s going to make sure they take excellent care of me, as i’m hers and she will be watching over every little flick of the finger, every penetrative thrust and moan. she isn’t lying to me; i watch as she turns away people who she knows would remind me of horrible nights. she is the one i trust, and she knows far better than to strip me of that belief. she plays with my hair and holds my hands, cuffed helplessly above my head so no matter how overstimulated i don’t move to stop the guests from their pleasure. present and waiting, they eye me curiously, hungrily, and my woman keeps her fingers in my hair. before i know it i’m gasping as the first tip brushes against me, and as each strap, gock, and finger penetrates my ravenous pussy, dripping cum and slick all over my cunt and ass, as each vibrator or finger or grinding member slides against my extremely sensitive, swollen cunt, she watches. she pulls my hair when i misbehave and when she’s not thinking of my pain but of my tight wet pussy and the way she knows it must be clenching around that guest’s cock. i whine, i whimper, i cry, i howl, i scream, i plead, i beg: for more, for less, to stop, to be set free, to be given every inch, and i whine nearly unintelligible cries of gratitude for being able to take every inch. my eyes roll into the back of my head with each thrust until i no longer have the strength to focus my gaze on the person using me for even a second. my mouth is open and gaping, my jaw limp, as each sigh and gasp and groan and moan and cry escapes my throat. i feel fingers on my neck and over and in my mouth. i feel every fucking thrust and i beg for more. i need everything inside of me at once. i need to be fucked until i’m laying in le petite morte, passed out soaked and still fuckable, still useable. my woman keeps the line going and praises my loudness as more guests gather to watch and join. my legs are shaking so violently a few guests laugh in surprise. she smiles, i smile before i’m too weak to raise my head, and the bar keeps me open. i’m spread, weak, vulnerable, horrified and scared beyond imagination… but my woman keeps her hand on my shoulder, her fingers in my hair, her breath and hushed praise in my ear…. and i take every strap, every tease, like the good submissive butch slut i am.
cis men dni, please.
Need a woman to play with me however she wants right about now. Perhaps, she could holding a vibe against my clit as we make out. Maybe she would spank me until my ass is a pretty shade of pink for her. Maybe she would record my moans as she eats me out for her to listen to the next time we are apart.
I worship pussy.