Please Reblog This If It Is Okay To Anonymously Confess Something To You.

NEEEEEEDDDD PLEASEEEEEEE

TW// impact play

I really need a pain slut <3 someone who begs to be used and abused.

The thought of slapping someone right in their face and watching their eyes light up every time it happens. The feeling of my hands around their neck and choking them while they look at me. Releasing my hands then slapping them again to hear their gasps for air and whimpers of pleasure~

Slapping their chest even harder than their face just to hear the yelps and desperate pleas. I’d grab onto their hips a little too tightly, then sink my teeth into the sides of their neck. Pain sluts enjoy being prey after all~

Laying a bruised up cutie across my lap and spanking their gorgeous ass. Kick your feet up, wiggle, or resist at all and I’ll keep spanking you. If you make a sound while I’m giving you what you so desperately need, I’ll keep spanking you more and more. I wanna bruise you so badly. Let me suck on your inner thighs and leave hickeys there too. Then I’d hurt you with my girldick oh so badly~ I’d dick down your pretty mouth and thrust as hard as I could. I wanna hear you gag. I wanna use your spit and tears as lube while I ruin your mouth. Before you can catch your breath, I’ll be behind you, spreading your cheeks open and forcing my girldick deeply into your tight little ass. I wanna feel my dick in your stomach while I pull your hair back. Let out your pretty moans and groans while I breed you~

After I’m done marking what’s mine, I’d love to kiss every place that I left a hand print, bruise, and hickey. You’d be so sensitive; even the slightest touch from my lips would drive you wild 💋 watching my cum leak out of your ass onto your crotch while I call you a good pet would be perfect rn~

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

People that deal with my shit <<< People that want to be my friend = people that tell me their deep spicy thoughts who will make my brain mispell the letter A <<< a hug goddamnit

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.

I know like cum denial is hot and all but like for me it loses its intimacy, the charm of like 24/7 bliss knowing you’ll be used. It’s weird cause like it’s a fun concept especially since I’m like obedience 99.999% to my brat percent but it also feels like I’m being put on a shelf until someone wants to pick me up again and play with me. Sex is how I show love and care and cumming is basically what kissing feels like to the majority like you know? Just on a ramble and I want opinions

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

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.”

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

Here we go again hopefully I’ll stay longer (I probably won’t I already scrolled through a rabbit hole of paranoia💜💜💜)