What's The One Thing You Dream About Doing With Your Caregiver? Something You Daydream About All The

Oh, angel.

Your mind has been a mess, and you've approached your breaking point. The tears have come, your legs feel like jelly, and the tens of thousands of bad thoughts won't stop running around in that overwhelmed head of yours. Your aching chest feels heavy, and you can't seem to even catch your own breath.

You poor, sweet thing.

But suddenly, there she is.

Your saviour. Your guiding light in moments of need. Your protector. Your domme.

She'll take your face into her hands, and her thumb will brush those tears away, with a touch feather-light. She'll kiss your head, she'll pull your front against her with your body in her lap, and she'll soothe you more than anything else ever could. Her coo's will calm your busy thoughts and her kisses will slow your racing heart. Oh love, where are your worries now, hm? You're perfect like this.

"It's alright, darling. I've got you. Just fall into me."

And fall you do. With your tears now dried and your face nuzzled into her neck, she'll do all the thinking for you, and you love things this way. So, you'll nuzzle deeper into her when her fingers find their way between your thighs, and follow her words. "Just breathe, my sweet love. Just breathe for me."

Let her thrusts shut your mind down even more. Let her lift your heavy head up and allow her to shut away your anxious words by letting her tongue fill your mouth instead. Let her unravel you, let her break you apart bit by bit, and know that she's enjoying it. You needed her, and here she is.

So you'll thank her. Again and again, you'll thank her. And when it's done, when she's pulled you apart and stitched you back together with her praises and a warm bath, know that she's waiting for you to need her all over again.

"Nobody else will ever get to see you like this, and nobody else will ever get to break you apart. You're mine to ruin, and mine to put back together."

"Always."

Two bucks I don’t do any of this and I fold under zero pressure

Yall when do I realize I have free will and can literally slut myself online with the most dark of my kinks and like there’s little to no consequences

Also how the fuck do tags work is there a button to make all the pretty people go in heat and attack me violently or something

Yall when do I realize I have free will and can literally slut myself online with the most dark of my kinks and like there’s little to no consequences

Also how the fuck do tags work is there a button to make all the pretty people go in heat and attack me violently or something

Force my head down and feel pleasure from my startled struggling! Threaten me to say I love you to you and then watch as I fall for you

please reblog this if it is okay to anonymously confess something to you.

I feel seen heard and kissed with this one 💜

Reblog to kiss a tgirl cause she needs it rn lol

I need to get more into hypnosis it’s such a hot concept whhwiwjwije ruff ruff

⚠️(dubcon hypnosis)

Mara and Daisy ❤️

Okay but going off my last reblog i fucking lOVE being renamed. Like stripping my identitty away even further than i already do myself and making me personalized just for you. ♡

Our time spent together is custom just for you. Do i get a new name, a new role, a new self. I'll take on whatever it is you give me, whatever you make me, bc thats whats best for me anyway. because im yours to form anyway. thats the best part of my purpose, being a customizable object for whoever picks me up.

So pleaee give me a name when you say hi or when you want to talk or sext or whatever it is. I want to he customized just to you, so its our little experience together. Isnt that sweet? ♡

Oops I got too needy and you’re already tired that’s okay we can cuddle I’ll cling onto you so hard even if you don’t say a word I’ll try my best to make you happy okay? I got no room in my brain for overthinking if you mean something else by that please don’t let me know :3

You might want to though communication is 1000% important!

I could never explain how this makes me so happy and also so fearful in my life

There's actually no such thing as pushing someone "too hard." Either she reaches success and I'm proud of her- or she's a failure and what happens to her doesn't matter to me in the slightest anymore.