This Is The Vibe Or In Like Better Terms PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

"Position."

You drop to your knees before the word's even finished leaving my lips. Hands behind your back. Eyes down. Back straight. Knees spread just enough to show you know your place—obedient, eager, owned. The shift in your posture is immediate, seamless, practiced to the point of perfection, like your body has memorized what I expect and delivers it without a second thought.

I watch you settle. The way your breathing evens out. The way your muscles go soft under the command, tension draining from you like you've slipped into something familiar and safe. It's not just habit. It's instinct. Something deeper. Something trained and nurtured over time, until this pose became less of a performance and more of a truth—your truth.

I smile.

Good pup.

"Did you miss this?" I ask quietly, stepping close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off me.

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, voice small and steady.

"How much?"

"So much it hurts."

I circle you slowly, savoring the moment, the leash already in my hand. You hear the soft jingle of the clip brushing my thigh and your ears twitch, metaphorically—or maybe not, depending on thenight. There are nights when the line between roles blurs so thoroughly that you are my puppy, not just acting the part. And tonight, I can already see you slipping—willingly, blissfully—into that headspace. You're deep in it now. Open. Vulnerable in the most beautiful way.

"You want all those things, don't you?" I ask as I circle behind you.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, voice already dripping with need. "Please..."

My fingers trail along your jaw, then down your throat. I feel the hum of your submission just under the skin, that subtle shiver of awareness that always blooms when I touch you like this—delicate, but laced with ownership. My touch dips lower, across your chest, pausing just long enough to remind you who it belongs to. Who you belong to.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, crouching beside you, lowering myself just enough that you feel my breath near your ear. My hand cups your chin, lifting your face just enough that I can see the shine in your eyes, wide and waiting. "And so eager to be used."

"Please use me, Mommy," you say, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice now. "I need it. I need to be yours."

Your breath stutters. You nod. Not because you're unsure, but because words would only get in the way. That small, breathy movement is enough—it tells me everything.

Good puppy.

Hope glows behind your gaze. That look—the one that says you'd crawl through fire just to be toldyou pleased me. That look that melts into desperation and loyalty and love, all tangled together in the way you look up at me like I'm the center of your world.

"Say it again," I whisper.

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"I'm yours, Mommy. Only yours."

I reach for your collar, the one you wear only for me. The soft leather is warm from your skin, shaped perfectly to your throat. The leash clicks into place with a satisfying snap, and I tug—not harsh, just firm. A reminder. A claim. A connection.

"You've needed this, haven't you?" I ask.

You nod, a quiet moan escaping as the leash pulls your neck gently. "So badly... I ache for it."

"You ache for me," I correct, voice firm. "Don't forget the difference."

"Yes, Mommy. I ache for you."

You shuffle forward on your knees with no hesitation, your body already slipping into movement like it's muscle memory.

"You're not just my sub now," I say, running the leash through my fingers as I walk, my voice steady, calm, with just enough edge to make your breath hitch again. "You're mine in every sense. My pretty little pet. My sweet, obedient creature."

"Yours," you say under your breath, like a mantra. "Always."

You whine softly at that—high, breathy. It makes my chest tighten. That sound is everything: need, gratitude, devotion. It hits me deep, because I know exactly what it means coming from you.

"Now," I say, voice warm but commanding, a tone you know to obey without pause, "be my good puppy and follow Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy."

You drop fully to all fours. Palms flat. Knees padded. Back arched just right. You follow behind me, crawling in sync with the gentle tugs of the leash, each pull a wordless direction you understand without needing speech.

"You're doing so well," I say softly, glancing back as you crawl. "So proud of my perfect pet."

Myself as a poly girly this is everything I stand for where’s my trio for like this x10000 (I’m the subby girly that’ll take everything)

I just adore the idea of a stone domme, soft mean switch, and adorable sub trio <3

The adorable sub getting eaten out by the stone domme, while the soft & mean switch coo's at her and tells her how pretty she sounds, and how well she's doing.

The pretty switch fucking their sweet sub, while their domme watches with a smile.

The sub watching in awe when their switch domme turns into a mess by the hands of their stone domme, squeezing her legs together at the sight.

The stone domme being a secret softie, while the switch is a menace, and the sub just loves both of them

(I'm the soft & mean switch)

reblog if you’re okay with people being horny in your dms

Put me in a room with an overthinker in cute thigh-high socks and a little skirt

I- I honestly just want to card my fingers through her hair with her head on my lap- while she tells me all her anxious thoughts and I tell her what a good girl she is for being so brave and open, and that those socks look so cute on her. I bet they'll have pretty patterns and that the colour will suit her. I bet she's been having big thoughts lately and just wants cuddles with someone who will listen. And maybe we'll kiss too but only after I've successfully attached her to my hip after swallowing the key to the room so she's my own personal overthinker in cute thigh-high socks and a little skirt.

I don't crave having plants or children, I crave whatever this is. I'll protect you from the big bad world, just let me steal you first pretty please

No brain just let me cuddle you dumbly and silently and you can do anything to me I’m just a doll

Tumblr please gives us voice notes I want hear my moots accent

Feeling like an attention whore please dm me and like flirt or something I dunno I mean you coulddd

Ask me about pokemon

Ask about my kinks/bully me for them

Or like just give me affection and praise and I’ll curl in your lap and hum just be just a tiny bit nice please

This offer is unlimited until I explode so your time starts now 💜💜💜

Now why would I prove you wrong I wanna be the strap 😭

Straps are just fucking silicone. They’re not a body part with the grand sense of touch or taste or anything; they’re a toy. Nothing that boring can actually fuck you well. …………..….Feel free to prove me wrong though... If you want to… Wink wink, nudge nudge… PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS

sitcom with two very kinky roommates, one goth girl and one saccharine pink strawberry girl, rooming with a very vanilla normal girl

title: neapolitan