*grabs Your Face By Your Cheeks As You Sit In My Lap All Bound Up, Forcing You To Look Up At Me*

i'm slutty. i have great tits. i'm obedient. i'm addicted to showing off. what more could you want???

I want to do vile, disgusting, horrible things to a pretty girl and then hold her close to me so she knows I love her more than anything on Earth

Brats are clearly so strong and powerful and hard to manage. They definitely aren't adorable malleable little playthings. Oh noooo, please don't be sassy and disrespectful whatever will I do? How could a humble dom like me ever tame such uncontrollable beasts?

I couldn't possibly pin you down by the neck and overstimulate you until you see stars.

Or use your throat as a fleshlight until your gag reflex gets a thorough workout.

Or whip you over my knee with my belt until you beg for forgiveness.

Or double stuff you with dildos until you sob from the overstimulation.

Or use you as a naked coffee table for a few hours.

Or spank your cunt with a paddle until it's raw.

Or rail you from behind until you're exhausted.

Or make you write lines telling me how naughty you are.

Or grind on your face to get myself off.

Or make you grind on my thigh until you cum.

Or lock you in a dog crate and jerk off onto you through the bars.

Or finger you until you squeal then stuff my fingers in your mouth.

Or edge you until you beg.

Or toss you around like a ragdoll.

Or see how many fingers you can fit in your ass until your whole body shakes.

Or nibble on your neck and play with your panties until you're a drooling mess.

Or tease your holes with a dildo until you're in a hazy trance.

Or keep you tied under my desk all day.

Or make you do chores for me gagged and dressed as a maid.

Or put a remote control vibrator inside you.

Or make you eat out of a dog bowl on the ground.

Or keep you plugged all day.

Or take away your ability to wear clothes in the house.

Or strap you into a fucking machine for a few hours.

Or skullfuck you with a dildo until you cry for me.

Or keep you needy and denied all day.

Or tie you up and cover you in bite marks.

Or make you hump my boot until you forget what you were even bratting about in the first place.

Or - Anyway, brats are so powerful and scary obviously, and definitely not adorable little sluts that are actually quite easy to use.

Alice Delish

The comfort of having their dick in your mouth while their hands are in your hair GOD

Trade offer

You become my arm candy for the world to see

You get fucked whichever way you see fit

DEAL

Want to be on my knees at their feet while they teach me how to properly suck cock. Want them to guide my head and whisper little encouragements, telling me what feels good, holding my head still as they cum down my throat

remind me of your superiority

. make me address you as “Sir” or “Master”

. force me to dress how YOU want me to

. make me wear make up all the time to look like your perfect trophy

. introduce me as your trophy to your friends

. make me wear uncomfortable heels all the time

. remind me that as a man only YOU get to cum

. take away my credit cards and cash to make me dependent on you

. remind me not to speak unless spoken to

. expect me to have all my chores done and dinner on the table when you get home

. only let me watch reality shows and other silly things to keep me ignorant and brainless

. invite your friends over and make me serve them in skimpy lingerie

. spank me when I misbehave or just when you feel like it

i need these kind of pics to start crediting the artist in them cus some are really good

I can see it—the way your mind won’t stop, the way you’re unraveling, drowning in your own thoughts. You’re overthinking again, spiraling into a place I won’t let you stay. You don’t belong there, baby. You belong to me.

I grab your wrists, pinning them hard against the wall, my body pressing into yours, holding you still. My eyes lock onto yours, dark and unyielding. ‘Enough,’ I growl, my voice low, steady, undeniable. ‘You’re done thinking. That’s not your job right now.’

My hands trail down your arms, over your sides, deliberate and slow, forcing your focus onto every single touch. My lips find your neck, kissing, biting, marking you—not out of anger, but to remind you who’s in control. ‘Feel me, baby,’ I whisper, my breath hot against your ear. ‘Let me pull you out of that head of yours. Let me show you what you really need.’

I guide you, breaking you down piece by piece—every soft gasp, every shiver, every surrendering moment pulling you further from the chaos in your mind and deeper into me. You try to resist, but your body betrays you, arching into my hands, my voice commanding every inch of you.

‘There’s no room for overthinking here,’ I murmur, my grip tightening as I take you completely. ‘Just me, just this, just you falling apart exactly how I want.’ And as I push you past every barrier, breaking you down until there’s nothing left but raw, aching need, I smirk. ‘That’s it, baby. That’s what you needed. You’re mine now.’