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thoughts on bimbos?

I'm under the impression they don't have many.

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

Brainless scrolling hoping someone sees me like their shit and fucks the rest of my brains out gargle gargle gargle

Don't get me wrong I love being fully passing but it can be weird sometimes.

Somebody said that they loved the name my parents choose. I'm like uhh yeah it's really nice. The urge to say I choose it myself was high.

But it can be hilarious. At the start of my apprenticeship when I hadn't gotten my name changed yet. Pretty much everybody knew because when they did attendance my name came up and then I'd say but call me Lucy please.

As my deadname was neutral this one guy didn't get it. On a random day as we were joking I made a dick joke and he was SO shocked I think I broke him for the day. He literally didn't believe me, absolutely convinced I was lying. My NB friend and I just lost it.

hello beloveds ☺️

Cute date idea I kiss the bottom of your strap as you destroy every hole I got

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~

As the popular game of “blackjack” says…

Hit me

Please

Girls that get emotionally overwhelmed and cry during sex >>>>>>>>>

nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing

"But how did you know I was a sub?" Oh, sweetheart.

I look at you like I want to eat you whole and defile every inch of you, and you look at me with little stars in your eyes. I talk to you like you're a wounded puppy, and you nod along to every word I say. I let my finger trace down your cheek while I give you a proud smile, and you lean into my touch like you'll cry without it.

I just want to keep you in my pocket forever.

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

I’ve been caught

phone time before bed !!!!!! (scrolling through tumblr while i touch myself)

Make sure to microchip your pup so that no matter how many times they get kidnapped and used and left in an alley or on the side of the road, you can always show up to save the day before setting it up to happen again.

Humping into the bed ooo whatcha gonna do about it but I’d stop when you tell me too please I’ll give up so easily

Looking longingly at my fireplace and the poker next to it.

You know, speaking of re-branding...

This one’s for myself

everytime you see this post, slap yourself

just once, wherever on your body you'll feel it the most

just once, wherever it's most fun for you to get hit

get somewhere safe, or even get someone to help

everytime you see it, even you if you see it again after reblogging it

well done, now reblog. reblog as many times as you like

have fun!

Please this

a girl telling me she's touching herself thinking about me please and thank you

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

I love women who cum from being bullied. Let me slap your cunt and grope your tits while I tell you how pathetic your squirming is.

"Whats wrong slut, why are you all squirmy? Stop trying to fucking run from me."

I want to have you on your knees, humping my thigh while I slap and pinch your nipples. Let me cover you in bruises and spit.

"Aww you look so pretty covered in mommy's spit and bruises. So beaten looking."

I want to feel you throb on my thigh when I toy with your body. Just to make you hover over it when you're close. Ill toy with your dirty cunt.

"Get up off my thigh whore, no cumming for you."

I'm not even going to use my hands on your dirty cunt. I'll just use a paddle, give it slaps, and make you scream.

"Yeah, you like when mommy toys with your cunt like this?"

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.

I would rape each and every one of my followers <3 you’re all just asking for it, and I know you wouldn’t even complain if a woman twice your size had her way with you.

Pathetic little slut. I’d love to taste the cum dripping out of your cunt while you beg for me to stop

Feeling better now I’m just squirming in bed imagining good things horny thoughts and hot people

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

All I wanted was to be friends I was kind and I didn’t say anything bad all I did was double text which I guess can be annoying but like can we be for real annons are so much worse and I might as well delete this platform because I can’t even make friends only yearn and I don’t even feel safe posting my true likes because people will find that unfriendly and unwelcoming which I don’t want I just want people to talk to people I can be close with why does everyone disappear why doesn’t anyone communicate I’m so done why. Why. Why.

Getting blocked for wanting to be someone’s friend is crazy

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

"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."

Ever have a silly mental breakdown and realize oh my gosh I’ve fumbled so many people it’s not even funny! Like it’s so silly I wanna squeeze a bottle of whipped cream in my mouth and cope until it’s 3 am and I’m writing a tumblr post you know?

Just a silly little rant don’t take it too seriously I’ll be fine soon do feel free and give the hugs though maybe some kisses and like smothering in asks the silly things for the silly rant you know?~

Hugs are nice. I want more hugs and to have cute meet cutes. When does that happen I thought it was right now with the person seeing this is it?