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Thinking about a dom who will kiss my tears away and hold my wrists together when I start getting overstimulated. Thinking about a dom who will hold my hips in place and force my legs open when I cum again for the umpteenth time. Thinking about a dom who will coo and degrade me when I start babbling nonsense about how it’s “too much” and “feels so good”. Thinking about a dom who’s still not quite done with me even after I go to sleep, all tuckered out from hours of cumming, and continuing to fuck me, making me squirm and moan in my sleep. Thinking about a dom…

The leash need not always be affixed to the collar.

Ovulation

Imagine that we were determined to get me pregnant while I was ovulating so we only have a few days. I have an idea and am a little shy to tell you but I do anyway. We stay in for the weekend, and make me a free use breeding toy for you. You have to cum in me as many times as possible, anytime and anywhere that you’d like. For this weekend, I’m just daddy’s toy and have to take whatever he gives me.

While washing lettuce at the kitchen sink you came up behind me, groped my tits, then pressed your bulge against me indicating what I’m in for. A moment later you prepped me by fingering me- hard, then replacing your fingers with your shaft. You make me take your whole length in one motion. “Fuck!”, I scream out, but you just keep going. My breasts are swaying over the sink and I grab onto the counter ledge to keep upright. After a couple of minutes you cum and keep your cock inside me for your seed to take. You tell me not to move. While we wait you cup my breasts with you hands and say, “soon these will be full to the brim with milk” and give my nipples a squeeze. You saying that makes me go wild, and I feel myself about to orgasm. I reach down to touch myself, and you stop me, pinning my arms behind my back with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other hand. A minute later I am screaming out “yes daddy, you feel so good, fuck”. I cum and almost can’t keep myself upright but you press me against the counters. You finally pull out of me, slap my ass, and pick up my panties from the floor. You sternly say, “no panties from now on”. I blush and reply, “yes sir”.

I feel embarrassed standing in the kitchen naked, bra pulled down with my tits out, cum dripping down my inner thighs, but I also can’t help but be excited for the next time. I think this free use concept might become a regular thing…

Later that afternoon I am taking a nap on the couch. Conveniently, I am laying stomach down, ass up. I am wearing a casual house dress, no panties as daddy instructed. Daddy comes over to me and lifts my dress up. I’m still sleeping at this point. He unzips his pants and takes out his cock. He strokes himself while looking at my pussy. Then he moves me into position, this wakes me up a little bit but I still feel hazy. He spits on my pussy, then fingers me. At first softly with 1 finger to wake me up gently then quickly increases to 2 fingers. When I realize what is happening and turn around to look at him, he tells me to look straight ahead and continue my nap. I do as I’m told. Daddy fingers me until I’m nicely wet for him to enter. Being the slut I am, it doesn’t take long until I’m dripping for him. He teases my entrance with the tip at first. He loves this feeling. After a few seconds he pushes inside and I try not to make any noise, letting out just a soft whimper. Daddy whispers “good girl, that’s my good girl” and I melt. He continues pumping in and out of me until he is satisfied. Usually I shake my ass and move my hips when taking him from behind, but today is different. He wants me to be obedient. He cums inside me, flips my dress back down, and walks out of the room.

Canada ❄️🏖️

She walked into the room with a kind of effortless confidence that made my chest tighten. Every step was calculated, heels striking the floor in sharp clicks, her pencil skirt perfectly sculpted against the curve of her hips. Her blouse clung in all the right places, the top button undone just enough to make my throat dry. But it was more than that. It was the way she held herself, as if the entire room existed for her convenience and nothing else.

There were others in the meeting, but I could not register a single face. My focus was locked on her. Her hand moved gracefully as she jotted notes, the curve of her wrist so precise it felt obscene. Every time she glanced up, my pulse kicked harder, and I could almost feel her against me without a single touch exchanged.

She was dangerous. The kind of woman who would ruin you, and you would thank her for it.

The meeting crawled on, and the fantasies came faster than logic could stop them. I imagined my fingers tangling in her hair, pressing her against the conference table, making her perfect little world shatter with the filth I wanted to pour into her mouth. Every part of her composure made me want to break it.

When the meeting ended, everyone else stood to leave. She gathered her things, slow and methodical, while my voice cut through the air.

Stay.

She turned to me, brow arching in mild curiosity, as if she already knew I was going to say something and was just waiting to be entertained.

I have an online class to attend, she said, voice smooth, unaffected.

Stay here, I told her, stepping closer. The room felt smaller the second I was in her space. Turn off your camera. Attend your class from this room.

There was no reason for her to agree, but something flickered in her eyes, something curious, something darker than she probably wanted me to see. Without a word, she sat back down, opened her laptop, and logged into her class.

The little green light on her camera disappeared. Her mic muted. I moved behind her chair, my palms finding her shoulders and sliding down her arms until my hands rested just under the curve of her waist.

You’ll keep your mic off, no matter what I do, I whispered against her ear.

She tensed for a split second, then leaned back just enough for me to know she would play along. My hands slid down her thighs, slowly pushing her knees apart, exposing her inch by inch beneath the table. Her skirt bunched at her hips, her skin warm against my palms, her breathing shallower with every inch of control I took from her.

Perfect, I whispered into her skin. Everything about you is fucking perfect.

Her fingers hovered over the keys, pretending to take notes, but her mind was no longer in that class. It was here, trapped between us, with my hands and my intentions. And we had only just begun.

I 🖤 it when you tongue fuck my mouth 😈 amongst other things 🫦