Hearing Choke It Instead Of Stroke It Was Such A Funny Mishearing

STOP treating me with respect or like a person. I’m porn. I’m a pet. I’m property.

hump the boot that kicks you or whatever

How I like it.

That blissed-out, fucked-stupid smile, lips parted, eyes glazed with pure need—like a pretty little trans girl lost in the pleasure of finally being seen, wanted. When words barely make sense, but she just nods, clinging to every touch, every praise, like it’s the sweetest affirmation of who she is. That soft, desperate look that says, more, please. Ruin me. Make me yours. Make me feel real.

Manifesting so hard pleaseeeeee

Ugh, where's a sub with a greedy little mouth for me to use when I need it most, hm?

Oh?

Right here?

This adorably thirsty little pet?

Well hello there, sweet thing. Aww look at you squirming, excited already? Yeah? You wanna please Mommy? God, you're the most precious thing I've ever seen.

Well, I've had a long day, little love. Please just let Mommy lock her thighs around your shoulders, and keep you there for a little bit. Well, maybe not a little. Who needs a vibrator when I've got such a hungry darling already on their knees for me, aching to show me their skills, hm? I can see how excited and squirmy you are, but look at me right now, there we go, eyes on me. Good job. I need you to be my favourite fucktoy tonight. Can you do that for me? Yeah?

Repeat what I need from you.

That's right baby, good job!! So who's Mommy's favourite fucktoy? There we go! Look at that smile. Keep that mouth open for me now <3

spam liking/reblogging my posts will have me scrolling through yours and wondering what disgusting, dirty, unholy thoughts could be swimming through your mind.

What's the one thing you dream about doing with your caregiver? Something you daydream about all the time 🎀

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

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.

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

how i should be treated rn