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Take a blade to my throat and threaten me already gosh enough of puppy kisses but I love puppy kisses too don’t stop with those but after the threats pretty please I’ll be a good girl
Now why would I prove you wrong I wanna be the strap 😭
Straps are just fucking silicone. They’re not a body part with the grand sense of touch or taste or anything; they’re a toy. Nothing that boring can actually fuck you well. …………..….Feel free to prove me wrong though... If you want to… Wink wink, nudge nudge… PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS
Hearing choke it instead of stroke it was such a funny mishearing
“Like grab the cock until it can’t breathe?”
“No stroke it”
😭😭😭 like-
Brainless scrolling hoping someone sees me like their shit and fucks the rest of my brains out gargle gargle gargle
Cute date idea I kiss the bottom of your strap as you destroy every hole I got
As the popular game of “blackjack” says…
Hit me
Please
"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)
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!
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
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."
My brain is fried mommy you’re right but that’s all the more reason to let you take control instead right?
So I’ll just sit on my knees with my legs parted slightly, shoulders back and my mouth wide open for you mommy…… I promise I’ll be a good little victim for you to bully.
- 🫀
Mmm… you seem like the kind of girl who begs for my riding crop.
Such a sweet little thing… you're probably already trembling, trying so hard to act like you’re not absolutely soaked from just thought of of my voice. But I know. I bet your thighs press together at the mere idea of it. That your breath stutters when I mention words like slap and sting.
You want it, don’t you?
You want me to drag the crop along your soft, warm skin... tap, tap, strike, until you're biting your lip and try not to cry too soon. You want me to mock the way you gasp, the way your body twitches like it's mine already.
Aww… what’s that? A whimper?
Poor little heart.
You're so cute when you’re scared of what’s coming but desperate to be ruined anyway. Don’t worry, little one. Mommy won’t hurt you too much. Just enough to make you blush when I call you my pathetic little mess.
You’ll take it for me, won’t you? Every slap. Every degrading little word. You’ll grind against my thigh like the obedient, filthy girl you are, tears clinging to your lashes while you moan for more.
Because that’s what you really want… To be broken down gently. To be bullied with a smile. To hear me laugh while I tell you how ridiculous you look begging for permission to fall apart.
But shhh, my sweet girl… you know how this ends.
With soft hands pulling you close. With my lips brushing against your ear. With my voice turning low and sweet again as I kiss your damp cheeks and whisper
“There’s my good girl. You did so well for me. Now let me hold what’s left of you.”
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)
Yall seem to really like to repost this which I don’t blame you I love the concept but again who’s the socially anxious girl holding my leash like the spot is still available *whistles*
Girl wearing a collar and leash with a big orange vest that reads "Therapy Dog" cheerfully ordering two cheeseburgers for herself and the socially anxious girl holding the other end of the leash
Oops I got too needy and you’re already tired that’s okay we can cuddle I’ll cling onto you so hard even if you don’t say a word I’ll try my best to make you happy okay? I got no room in my brain for overthinking if you mean something else by that please don’t let me know :3
You might want to though communication is 1000% important!
Attention whore post #5000 hello cuties
I want like billions of affections attentions and cuddles with a side of I love yous and/or head rubs and you’re cute and adorable and worth my time and I won’t ghost you (Last part optional I know it’s a hard ask for some reason)
Anyways babies please knock up my dms or asks please friends are nice if you’re seeing this on the day I post it I’ll probably respond in like 8 hours ish cause work is so tasty THOUGH IM SO EXCITED THE FOOD IS ACTUALLY FIRE AND I MISS IT
Now that’s a tasty purple sandwich give me credit
hump the boot that kicks you or whatever
Oh, angel.
Your mind has been a mess, and you've approached your breaking point. The tears have come, your legs feel like jelly, and the tens of thousands of bad thoughts won't stop running around in that overwhelmed head of yours. Your aching chest feels heavy, and you can't seem to even catch your own breath.
You poor, sweet thing.
But suddenly, there she is.
Your saviour. Your guiding light in moments of need. Your protector. Your domme.
She'll take your face into her hands, and her thumb will brush those tears away, with a touch feather-light. She'll kiss your head, she'll pull your front against her with your body in her lap, and she'll soothe you more than anything else ever could. Her coo's will calm your busy thoughts and her kisses will slow your racing heart. Oh love, where are your worries now, hm? You're perfect like this.
"It's alright, darling. I've got you. Just fall into me."
And fall you do. With your tears now dried and your face nuzzled into her neck, she'll do all the thinking for you, and you love things this way. So, you'll nuzzle deeper into her when her fingers find their way between your thighs, and follow her words. "Just breathe, my sweet love. Just breathe for me."
Let her thrusts shut your mind down even more. Let her lift your heavy head up and allow her to shut away your anxious words by letting her tongue fill your mouth instead. Let her unravel you, let her break you apart bit by bit, and know that she's enjoying it. You needed her, and here she is.
So you'll thank her. Again and again, you'll thank her. And when it's done, when she's pulled you apart and stitched you back together with her praises and a warm bath, know that she's waiting for you to need her all over again.
"Nobody else will ever get to see you like this, and nobody else will ever get to break you apart. You're mine to ruin, and mine to put back together."
"Always."
Me and who
Girl wearing a collar and leash with a big orange vest that reads "Therapy Dog" cheerfully ordering two cheeseburgers for herself and the socially anxious girl holding the other end of the leash
The less attention I get the more whorey I become I fear
Plsplsplsplspls give me your bad girl thoughts on any topic or like deepest darkest kinks or something I need someone to give me cuddles and tell me things I’ll listen please please please
Hard sour candy is so good holy shit I love sour like if sour candy was a person I’d be on my knees and sucking anything they wanted me to is that weird
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.
