Getting Blocked For Wanting To Be Someone’s Friend Is Crazy

Need this energy in my life

I want to be your little puppy. I’ll jump your boots, then clean them. I’ll follow you around all day long! And I’ll lay on your lap for head scratches!

I just wanna be treated like a whore mommy!

-🥾

oh really?? you wanna do alllll of that for mommy like a good little puppy hmm? you wanna be treated like a whore? well mommy will make sure she treats you like one.

This is all I’ll ever want

Might’ve cried a little

Thinking about having her in my arms <3

A quick hug, just because.

A warm embrace to remind her that she’s loved.

Holding her for as long as she needs, minutes or hours. Enveloping her with warmth and safety, and feeling her relax in my arms. Noticing the tension leaving her muscles, offering her comfort when life gets too much.

I want her to be able to let go of everything, just for a moment. To create a space where she’s safe from the worries and the stress. I want to shield her, not just from all the negativity in the world, but from every bad feeling or thought she might have.

Let my arms be the gateway to comfort and safety. Let me make you feel loved and cared for.

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

Not to be like super kinky or anything but could you hold me and tell me that everything will be okay ? Sorry if I’m too kinky haha

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)

I just need this bouncing back and forth in my head before I make any decisions

Just a stupid girl

Your thoughts don’t matter. Not now. Not when you‘re with me. And you are always with me. You belong to me. Your mind is soft, baby. Empty. Just how I like it. You were never meant to think—thinking is for people with purpose. You? Your purpose is to be used. You are existing to be fucked dumb. My pretty little thing with a pretty little brain that melts so easily when I talk like this. You don’t need opinions. You don’t need ideas. You just need to listen. Obey. Feel. Your head isn’t for thinking. It’s for holding still. It’s for taking what I give you. Your mouth, your throat, your brain—none of it was built for anything but this. You know that, right? Deep down? You were made to be dumb. Made to be owned. Thinking only gets in the way. And look at you now. Already slipping. Already soaking. Because you like being told what you are. You like not having to think. Let it go, baby. Let it all go. No thoughts. No resistance. Just my voice. Just this. Good girl. That’s better. That’s perfect.

Fear is such a useful tool. There's the lesser fear of the knife, the fear of injury, death. And sure, that's lovely. But it's like a spark- burns hot and then it's gone.

I prefer the type of fear that lingers. The fear of starvation, the fear of being forgotten. Of losing status or the respect of a role model. Of everything you've built for yourself collapsing around you like a house of glass cards.

The type of fear that gnaws at you when you're struggling to sleep or looking through your bills.

Give me control of that fear, that tool? And I'll be able to do anything I please with you.

kidnapping fantasies because it helps reassure me that you actually want me and need me and care about me and would never want me to leave

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

It seemed pretty innocuous at first. Just a little piece of plastic with a button on it - when pressed, a rather satisfying click was made.

(clicker training, assumes feminine sub, also bondage + pet play. enjoy~)

You'd always loved the idea of pet play, and what we'd done before was generally more than enough, but you - and even I - longed for something a bit deeper in it. That's where the idea of clicker training even started, but your doubts if it would work held even as I held the trinket in my hand.

Click.

"One for positive stimuli." I say as I rub your head a bit - an easy reach with you kneeling before me, nothing but your collar to adorn you.

Click click.

"Two for pet mode." I add as I begin to buckle your collar around your neck, caressing your face as I do.

You nod - good pets don't talk unless commanded, of course.

"Speak." I say, and with your mind intending, you bark for me.

"Good girl." I coo, kissing your neck. As my lips make contact -

Click.

Your body shivers with my kiss - I'm no stranger to finding your most sensitive areas. I draw back, only a slight bit, and lightly tilt your chin up toward me. I draw in again to kiss your lips, deeply but with some restraint.

Click.

More kisses, slowly plotting a trail down your body.

Your chin.

Click.

Your neck.

Click.

Your chest.

Click.

A brief pause.

"How are you feeling?" I whisper, both to tease and check on you.

"...Good. Green." you finally stammer in response.

My tongue begins to circle around your left nipple shortly after. You anticipate a click, but none comes, and soon the stimulus is enough to distract y-

Click.

I bite your nipple, with just the slightest pull, right as I click you, sending a wave of pleasure over your body. Instinctively, you go to grab my head, but your hands just squirm in your cuffs. As I release you, the euphoria lingers on your sensitive chest, then glides across with my tongue to the other side. Circling around your nipple, just barely teasing it.

You again try to predict when it will come. You're not hoping to spoil the fun, it's just your nature. Time keeps passing in circles, circles around your areola, until I finally retract my tongue.

"Mmm?" you whimper with curiosity. My head rises to level with yours, drawing close to your ear to whisper.

Click in one ear.

"Good girl." in the other.

You shiver with pleasure from the stereoscopic affirmation.

I take you by the ring on your collar, and slowly bring you to your feet.

"Do you want more?" I ask you pointedly - part tease and part communique again.

"Yes, mistress."

Click.

After a few minutes of prep, I ease you down by your leash to bend over the bed, presenting your lovely butt to me. Just as my finger begins to prepare you for me, you hear it again.

Click.

It rubs lightly over your entrance before pressing into you.

Click.

A whiny moan escapes your lips without you noticing. Slowly, in and out, my finger prepares you while just barely teasing your g-spot. After a few moments, I withdraw, and the emptiness leaves you wanting.

A few quick kisses to your thighs, and to your cheeks, just to tease you more and more in preparation for the main event. An unexpected bite on your thigh causes you to gasp and kick a bit with pleasure, right as -

Click.

A few more kisses later, you finally feel nothing but my eager hands rubbing over you, until you feel my cock teasing at your hole.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, my goddess."

Click.

Right as I slowly push myself into you. Inch by inch, I continue until I've filled you completely, brushing pleasure over your g-spot. After the process, I remove myself just as slowly, leaving you wanting again.

Click.

As I push in again, with more passion this time. Your knees go weak - they never seem to give out this early. Something is different. I pull out again.

Click.

As I insert into your ass one last time, now with restraint obviously falling away. In and out, with plenty variation in tempo and depth, with love and ferocity. Pleasure rapidly begins to boil over you until you can't stop yourself from requesting;

"May I cum, my goddess?"

"You may."

Click.

Regardless of the answer to your request, the clicker's chirp pushed you over the edge without your control, cumming without so much as a kiss in the front.