Need This Energy In My Life

hump the boot that kicks you or whatever

Yall seem to really like to repost this which I don’t blame you I love the concept but again who’s the socially anxious girl holding my leash like the spot is still available *whistles*

Girl wearing a collar and leash with a big orange vest that reads "Therapy Dog" cheerfully ordering two cheeseburgers for herself and the socially anxious girl holding the other end of the leash

STOP treating me with respect or like a person. I’m porn. I’m a pet. I’m property.

Kicking my feet giggling at funny words on the screen make brain go WOOOOOO

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."

Yall remember that chocolate increases horniness! Completely unrelated note there’s a chocolate fountain on the table feel free to grab some and dip them in the chocolate chip ice cream with chocolate syrup and we can watch Netflix and you can wrap your arm around me while the chocolate makes me seem a little more attractive to you then you pounce on me like a wild animal taking what’s yours I drool and you put your chocolate covered fingers in my mouth

Did that bring all the girls to the yard if not I have chocolate milkshakes hehe 💜

When I nibble at you it usually means pin me down lick me for good measure and then destroy every piece of my body.

I mean hi how are you you’re pretty

Hard sour candy is so good holy shit I love sour like if sour candy was a person I’d be on my knees and sucking anything they wanted me to is that weird

Hearing choke it instead of stroke it was such a funny mishearing

“Like grab the cock until it can’t breathe?”

“No stroke it”

😭😭😭 like-

My brain is fried mommy you’re right but that’s all the more reason to let you take control instead right?

So I’ll just sit on my knees with my legs parted slightly, shoulders back and my mouth wide open for you mommy…… I promise I’ll be a good little victim for you to bully.

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Mmm… you seem like the kind of girl who begs for my riding crop.

Such a sweet little thing… you're probably already trembling, trying so hard to act like you’re not absolutely soaked from just thought of of my voice. But I know. I bet your thighs press together at the mere idea of it. That your breath stutters when I mention words like slap and sting.

You want it, don’t you?

You want me to drag the crop along your soft, warm skin... tap, tap, strike, until you're biting your lip and try not to cry too soon. You want me to mock the way you gasp, the way your body twitches like it's mine already.

Aww… what’s that? A whimper?

Poor little heart.

You're so cute when you’re scared of what’s coming but desperate to be ruined anyway. Don’t worry, little one. Mommy won’t hurt you too much. Just enough to make you blush when I call you my pathetic little mess.

You’ll take it for me, won’t you? Every slap. Every degrading little word. You’ll grind against my thigh like the obedient, filthy girl you are, tears clinging to your lashes while you moan for more.

Because that’s what you really want… To be broken down gently. To be bullied with a smile. To hear me laugh while I tell you how ridiculous you look begging for permission to fall apart.

But shhh, my sweet girl… you know how this ends.

With soft hands pulling you close. With my lips brushing against your ear. With my voice turning low and sweet again as I kiss your damp cheeks and whisper

“There’s my good girl. You did so well for me. Now let me hold what’s left of you.”