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Feeling her pussy grip tighter round your dick as you tell her these holes are your property

Been consistently daydreaming about being dressed up for the evening in something incredibly slutty and easy access, then being taken out to a party or bar or whatever and being paraded around. Every once in a while being taken to a quiet corner or the bathroom, pushed up against the wall, hand up my skirt, whispers in my ear about how I belong to them, teased until I'm begging, a new hickey on my neck so that when we go back out everyone knows they own me. At the end of the night, not even waiting until we get home and just being relentlessly fucked in the backseat of the car we took, a reminder about how they'll have me wherever they want.

Ya know, just ever so slightly distracting daydreams like that

A little last minute addition to Tummy Tuesday.

I thought my curls were hella cute, tits are bangin' and I wanted to show off the marks my owner left before they fade :3

Can't help but think about soft, cozy cuddles that turn into impatient, hot and heavy fucking before either of you know what happened.

One moment my head is on their shoulder, nuzzling, soft sounds of contentment coming from my mouth as I shift to get even more cozy

Maybe I shift between their legs a little too much, maybe my soft noises start to sound a little more like soft whimpers. Their hand finds it's way up my thigh, under my loose hoodie. It's almost involuntary for them. I feel them tense as they let out a small ~fuck~ between gritted teeth, trying to just calm down.

Their nose traces along my neck,

"Fuck, how do you always smell so good?"

I'm shifting again, pressing a little more insistently into them, not trying to hide my soft pleading moans anymore. Their hand grips around my soft, grabbable waist and they growl again,

"kitten... I though we were rela-"

But the word *please* softly escapes my lips without my permission, and I'm kissing along their neck and jaw before I can stop myself.

All of a sudden I'm on my back with my legs wrapped around them, pulling them close. Their hips begin to move on their own, teasing, small thrusts against my hips.

For a moment it's just their lips on mine as we pretend for a fraction of a second that we may be able to calm down and get some rest. Then they're pulling my panties aside, not able to find the patience to even take all of our clothes off.

All pretense of a calm cuddle session is finally gone as they push into me and I gasp, calling out their name over and over as we have hot, heavy, messy, needy sex and they're filling me over and over. They've pushed up my hoodie enough to expose my soft biteable tits and they can't help but mark me as they finish inside of me again and again.

As we collapse back on the bed, panting, too hot for our clothes now, they say,

"Okay, kitten, time to actually rest now."

Neither of us really believe that

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As your Sir, this is how you'll be handled

The plan.

Her thighs are thick and she's patient for Daddy.

Looking back, I’ll never tell you it was easy to get to where I am today..

I am far from where I want to be and I have much still left to learn and understand about myself and life.

It’s been a long and hard journey that has taken everything I have,

And truthfully,

Most days I don’t know how I survive.

I get knocked down and kicked around until I think I can’t go on..

But I do and always have..

You do it long enough that survival mode becomes a way of life.

Honestly, I’ve done most of the damage to myself with bad decisions and self doubt,

But that’s just part of the process, I guess.

I never thought I’d learn to rise above and find my way,

But I did and I still am, every day.

And I’m still learning- I have far yet to go.

I have days that take everything I’ve got to survive and nights that seem to never end.

I’ve been a horrible person but I’ve also chosen to do good things too.

I’m flawed, broken and messed up..

But I also have a big heart, beautiful thoughts and a kind spirit..

And it’s a battle between both sides, every day.

I have more good days than bad now, but it’s still hard.

I don’t win as much as I lose,

But that’s okay.

I’m learning, I’m growing and I’m trying to be better today than I was yesterday.

I can’t ever take back all the pain I’ve caused and I can’t undo the wrong I’ve done..

But I’m trying to make amends, rebuild trust and maybe in time, be a good person..

Or at least feel good about where I am in my journey.

I don’t like what I see in the mirror and haven’t in a long time..

But there are glimpses of hope every so often.

I know it’ll take time, but I’m working on it- working on me, one day at a time the best that I can.

So, maybe some day when you see me finally flying high and shining brightly,

I’ll tell you the story of how I found my wings..

It won’t be a tale of glorious victory and dazzling dreams..

No, it’ll be a story of failure, darkness and fighting to get better and be stronger.

It won’t be shiny and happy, but it’ll be real..

And it’ll be me.

And in the end, that’s what will matter most in my journey:

That I battled, kept going and found my way.

Overcame my failures and learned from my mistakes.

Maybe it’ll be a beautiful day, that day when I tell you that story.

Maybe not.

But it will be real.

And that’s the kind of stuff that matters.

The painful hard truths that get us where we need to be.

One glorious but messy day at a time.

Oh hey I forgot I already had one piece of writing suitable for this account! CW: dom/sub, TPE, extreme levels of submissiveness, kinda dark ig?

If You’ll Have Me

I belong to you now, if you’ll take me.

You will take me, won’t you?

It’s so much deeper than a kink, or a fantasy. It is a profound need. A missing part of my submissive soul.

I need to belong to you in the way my lungs need air. In the way some molecules need to bond and become whole.

But please, if you decide to keep me… take good care of me, won’t you?

Of course you can be rough with me - my body is yours to handle as you please - but perhaps, let me be a… special toy?

A prized possession?

Yes, make me your trophy. The shining symbol of your absolute dominion. A jewel worn around your neck, pressed delicately against your chest - silent, and shiny, and obedient, and gaudy, and totally…

…completely…

…yours. 💜

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.

~~~✨💖✨~~~

(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.

Reposting this one again because…I mean fuck yes we all want a headlock. If only to cement just how much power you have over a fag.

If he cornered you in the locker room, would you give him your wallet out of fear, or because you knew in your heart that all you’re good for is saying “Yes, Sir?”

Who wants to experience a headlock? 😏💪🏽💪🏽

I’m craving really possessive sex. Tell me how my little throat fits perfectly in your palm, how wet I am for you, as you slide in and out of me. Bite me, cover me in marks of you. Tell me how I’m such a good girl for you and only you, and make me repeat it back. Slide your fingers into my mouth as you groan how my holes are meant to be filled by you.

Got hard as fuckkkk last night imaging being the servant, butler, etc that sorta thing to some rich asshole prince. I was imagining being just his little toy, all my actions completely up to his will.

I kept imagining I was being rode and cock warmed by him, his pussy clamping down on me, all clenching and warm and wet. Kept thinking about him pulling my hair, wrapping his hands around my throat, telling me I better not cum inside him, my cum isn’t worthy of his womb. He made me thank him for not letting me cum. He kept telling me all about how THIS, being inside his cunt in general, was a privilege not many of his servants even get. That I should be thankful for his graciousness. I kept having to tell him “thank you for your graciousness, my lord”, “thank you for not letting me cum, my prince.” As I thrust up into into him. Every time I was close he went faster, trying to make me break and cum anyways.

After an eternity of edging, breaking me, he let me cum. Finally letting me cream his tight little hole, telling me “Go ahead, fill me up then, since it seems to be all you’re good for!” And ohhhhh my god did I. Squirted all over my sheets. Afterwards he’d make me clean him all, all nice and tidy with a warm rag as I sat disheveled, our messes still covering my body.

I don’t know WHY it made me cum as hard as I did, but ohhhhh it did.

Lo sguardo di chi sà cosa sta per succedere e nella paura dell'attimo che sta per arrivare, sà che si sprigionerà dentro ella un piacere incommensurabile...

Tutto questo perché si fida dell'uomo che detiene al guinzaglio la sua anima...

Loro si appartengono...

La grazia nell'essere posseduta

"Vieni a prendere ciò che è tuo...

Vieni a carpire ciò che hai desiderato...

Vieni a reclamare il posto che ti spetta...

Vieni da me... afferra ciò che ti appartiene e di conseguenza abbandonati al mio volere..."

"Come and get what's yours...

Come and get what you've been longing for...

Come and claim your rightful place...

Come to me... take what is yours and then surrender to my will..."