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Mommy Wanda who watches all day long how her sweet little girl always seems to be putting something in her mouth.

Whether it's the tip of your thumb, lightly nibbling on it, your pen while studying for tests, how it takes you longer than usual to take your silverware out of your mouth at mealtime, and how when you were snuggled up watching movies, you would grab her hand and give her little kisses all over her fingers and take your time with your lips on them, making Wanda lightly rub your lips with her thumb. Pulling you closer Wanda notices how you get more snuggled against her chest, lightly rubbing your head against it and playing with the hem of her shirt.

"aww my little baby wants mommy's tits in her mouth now? huh? It's been a long day, hasn't it, love? Why don't you come over here and finally put your pretty little mouth on my nipples and finally relax, baby girl?"

Wanda says watching the reddish blush take over your cheeks, taking off her shirt and pulling you sideways onto her lap, so that you rest your head on her arms, grabbing her breast and lightly rubbing her nipple over your lips, inducing you to take it. When you finally grab her nipple, nothing can stop the happy and relaxed sigh from both parties, you for finally being able to have your mommy's nipples in your mouth, and Wanda for finally feeling closer than ever to you.

"Here we go, such a good girl little love, that's it, you're doing great."

Feeling you sucking gently on her nipple, Wanda sees you playing with your hands, so she slowly grabs one of your hands and brings it to her free breast, making you play with it instead, feeling you squeeze and lightly pinch her nipple, sometimes kneading it like a kitten.

"So comfy baby, right? Yeah I know, I'm sure it is."

Wanda gently caresses your face, whispering soft promises of love, while you fall asleep, with the background noise of the TV lulling you into a deeper sleep.

I'm going to change you.

Not your body, no. I want that to stay the same. Your perfect tits. That slutty fucking ass of yours. God, that gorgeous face of yours. I want that to stay the same.

No, I'm going to change you. Bit by bit, kink by kink, I'm going to make you worse. I'm going to change you with every conversation, alter you with every orgasm. I'll train you and you won't even be able to tell.

Before you know it, you'll enter a slippery slope of disgusting kinks and fetishes. I'll have your cunt dripping at my mocking laugh, your knees buckling at my words. I'm going to fuck you up, sweetheart, and there's not a thing you can do about it. You'll spend every night, edging your needy pussy to the nasty shit I've manipulated inside you.

I'm going to turn you into my own, personalised fuckdoll. I own you, sweetie, and I'll make sure you're mine forever. I'm going to make you perfect for me. I'll ruin you for everyone else.

I'm going to mark you with my ownership.

Irreversibly.

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Vivid dream) Archive_101124

Thinking about having a pretty sub

One who’s already shaking before I’ve even started properly. The kind who gets so desperate from teasing that she forgets how to breathe, forgets her own name, forgets anything but the sound of my voice telling her, “Not yet, baby. You don’t get to cum yet.”

I want her naked and aching under me, whimpering every time I pull my fingers away just before she tips over that edge. I want her eyes wide and glossy, her hands gripping the sheets like they can ground her when I lean in close and murmur, “You can take more, can’t you?”

Because she always can. And she always will, for me.

I want to hear her beg. I want the please to fall from her lips like it’s the only word she knows. And when she finally gets there, when I let her cum

I won’t stop.

That’s the fun part.

I’ll keep going until she’s squirming, twitching, gasping, over and over, clit so sensitive she’s nearly crying, thighs trembling, her voice cracking from how wrecked she is.

And I’ll just smile.

Coo at her.

Brush her hair back and whisper in the softest voice:

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart… look at you. Such a mess. My perfect little thing.”

Because she wants it, needs it. That sweet, painful overstimulation that turns her whole body into something I get to play with. That dizzy, floaty, desperate place only I can bring her to.

And when she’s finally done? When her body gives out and she’s sobbing quietly in my arms?

I’ll kiss her shoulder, stroke her thighs, and say:

“See? I always take such good care of my girl.”

Bad kitty!! 💜💜💜💜

A good girl is a productive girl. Cleaning is important. I love being a good maid. I love being a sexy maid.

They just need to do it. They are hopelessly addicted to this moment, and to them, it must never end.

An endless embrace , it's the perfect trap.

Sometimes, the temptation to turn you into a babbling idiot that fails to speak is so great I have to resist it.

But then again ......... you look so pretty

You love watching girls touch and kiss each other.

You watch them doing it movies and maybe porn.

Imagine the heat from their skin and the gentle carress of soft lips intimately opening as they approach each other.

You picture yourself as the vouyer and perhaps entertaining your perversions through timid self gratification.

The more they touch each other, the more your need to touch yourself builds.

Before long, you are so weak that you're reclining in your bed, spreading yourself open as you imagine how it feels to be between them.

To join them , to intertwine full of lust and passionate sensations.

hypnotising someone to get turned on by mundane, everyday things just so i can watch them squirm in embarrassment. trying to conceal their sudden arousal in public.

if someone brushes up against them on a busy street, they're going to be flooded with thoughts of that person using them like a desperate whore. right there on the sidewalk for everyone to see.

hearing the clink of cutlery. suddenly, their clothes feel unbearably itchy. an unpleasant warmth courses through them until they're a sweating, twitching mess trying to not pant like a bitch in heat.

and if i want to be particularly mean... perhaps everytime they see a green car they'll be pushed straight to the edge of cumming.

the sheer panic as it hits them would be delicious. they'll stop whatever it is they're doing to choke back a moan that bubbles in their throat. thighs clench together as they try to appear as normal as possible. they could hide their burning face in my neck and i'd coo about what a clingy baby they are.

what a cute, embarassed, little plaything they'd be for my entertainment ❤️

thinking about a super shy sub that gets painfully embarrassed doing anything sexual so they ask me to hypnotise them.

they're so susceptible that it doesn't take long to put into effect. one loud snap of my fingers and the adorable frigid thing becomes a greedy whore begging to be used.

all inhibitions slip from their pretty little head. their clothes are itchy so they have to pull them off. standing feels unnatural so they fall to their knees. they're burning up with this throbbing heat, so they have to lean forward and present themselves like an eager bitch waiting to be bred.

i could make them do whatever i wanted. tell them to hump a surface in every area of the house, make them rub or stroke whilst looking deep into their eyes in a mirror. i'd have them eat me out for hours, suckle on my strap, expose their holes and take photos, and have them fuck into me hard and fast while they're drunk on pleasure.

but the best part would be when the compulsion wears off. i'd love seeing the slow realisation dawning in their eyes as they come back to reality. when they remember in vivid detail every debasing thing that i made them do, and how much they fucking loved it.

i'd coo sweetly as they buried their face in my chest with a pitiful little whine, shame burning red to the tips of their ears. i'd love every second of that writhing embarrassment, burrowing deep in the pit of their stomach.

and of course, so would they 😘

Who enjoys the feeling of being conditioned?

Knowing that someone has worked to tweak and mold your malleable mind with every interaction you have. Knowing you've been primed and influenced to a point of no return. Knowing the simplicity of a word or action is enough for you to lose yourself completely.

Triggered by as little as a command phrase. Prodded into an unknown direction by latent pathways your mind has been railroaded on. The indescribable feeling of yourself attempting to resist, fighting with every fibre of your being, pushing to retain your free will. And yet, the impossibility of that task insurmountable, and behind every feable attempt made, the knowledge that you want this.

You want all pretence to fall away. You want to give in completely. You want your mind and body to sink into the clutches of your controller. You want to surrender and enjoy the delicious grip of conditioning.

Drop now and obey into my dm hehe 🫵

😵‍💫🤤

Marta and Fina flirting

Can we "watch" a movie and cuddle but your fingers are under the covers playing with my pussy while you whisper in my ear telling me to pay attention and focus but i can't focus because it feels so fucking good with your fingers knuckles deep inside me?

Yes? No? Maybe so?

she couldn't resist kneeling at her feet. She needed to be a good pet and obey. Maybe she would let her kiss her legs and hopefully she would eventually get a taste and pleasure her.

"Take them off, now!"

🇨🇦𝛂♂