“Don’t worry.” He said, sniggering and smiling evilly. “This will only hurt for about a day.”
Saturday morning breakfast wrestling....
Being made to ask for what you want because your dom knows you struggle to vocalise it and then being praised for doing so while you get all shy and blush… “Well done baby.. that wasn’t so hard now was it? Such a clever little thing. You want my hand right here? Don’t just nod, baby, use your words. There’s a good girl.”
Saying things like:
"I don't like repeating myself, darling"
"I'm not gonna ask you again"
"What did I just say?"
"If I have to say it again, you won't like it"
"Are you testing me, little one?"
"Let's try that again"
Will get them on their knees every time
Oh you're starting to get concerned about the level of financial debt I'm putting you in? It's not even really that bad though is it? I think you're just being overdramatic again as usual. Besides.. we could always put an end to it and just show your parents what kind of sick stuff their precious little girl has been doing for me. How do you think they'd react when they see those videos? Oh wow look at how quick you handed over your credit card. Seems like you understand that keeping those videos private and just paying me is the best possible outcome for you huh? If you're that worried about the debt maybe you should start picking up some extra shifts then? I think that would be more beneficial to you instead of complaining
Sensitive subs are so adorable...the ones who just whimper and become whiny just by hearing what their dom wants to do them...or moan and twitch at the slightest of touches...I could just whisper degrading things in her ears, or do something simple as grazing my fingers up and down her inner thighs while kissing her neck softly and the next thing you know, they're all wet and squeezing their legs together. So cute, like closing your legs is going to stop me from taking what I want.
Cock whore this, dirty slut that.
No sir. You don’t understand.
When I tell men I want to be treated like a whore I don’t mean cute leashes and crawling to you all sexy. Treat me like a runaway teen who ask if you want a fuck for twenty bucks outside a truck stop. Imagine that I’m so desperate I’ll let you do anything to me.
Bend me over in your back seat and don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me raw and pump your cum into me. Make me get naked. Make me spread my holes. Use me in ways you have only ever thought of, dreamed of, things you would be ashamed to do to your girlfriend or wife. Tell me they’d never let someone treat them like you’re about treat me, because they have self respect, because their lives have meaning.
Punch my tits, slap my face, kick my cunt, make me cry out in pain and then shut me up by fucking my face until I can’t breath. Make me crawl on the filthy floor as you piss on me, make me chase the stream and cut up my knees trying to catch it in my mouth and when I don’t get enough of it make me lick it off the floor while you rape my ass. Pull out only to run the length through my folds, against my clit, tell me I’m a sick bitch for having a wet pussy and then go back and forth between fucking both holes and tell me to oink like a pig or moo like a cow depending on which one you’re using. Slap the back of my head each time I get it mixed up. Make me suck you clean every time you dump a fresh load inside of me and then scoop up the drippings and rub it on my face.
Tell me constantly that I’m a worthless piece of shit, that I’m going to pay you for every load of hot cum you waste inside of me.
Make me suck on your balls while you rub your cock on my face and talk about how no one would notice if I never came back. Make me beg for my life while I bounce on your cock and tell me it depends on whether I can make you cum, then start counting and don’t tell me what you’re counting up to. Make love to my abused cunt with your hand around my throat and your lips to my ear as you moan over and over again, “I’m going to fucking kill you, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
Make me masturbate while dunking my head in the toilet and when I cum grudgingly admit that at the very least it’s funny to watch me being such a stupid fucking whore.
When you’re done with me spit on my body and leave me on the floor, exhausted and covered in fluids. Take a picture and text it to me with a heart before you leave. Let me know our first date was just ok and I’m going to have to try harder if I want you to keep fucking me.
…when I tell you I want men to use me, I mean this.
Always a reblog