You don’t need to cum
You’ve already had your last orgasm
Your clit doesn’t need stimulation
Your pleasure doesn’t count
If you want to touch, from now on only touch your nipples
You’ve had your last edge.
Strip
Bend over
Only my pleasure counts
Your pain is my pleasure
Show me your tits
You don’t need to cum
Bounce for me
You’re better when you’re denied
Your cunt is just a cocksleeve
You look cute when you gag
Take all of it
It doesn’t matter if you can’t take it
I don’t care
Suffer for me
You don’t need to cum
You’re never going to cum again.
Inferiority is your true nature. Any other belief is a lie.
Moments like this are needed. To just be in each other’s grasp, and at peace. You’re safe with me.
Wholesome intimacy. If we can’t have this, we’re nothing.
Wear shorter skirts
Bend at the waist
Keep your lips parted
Keep your legs parted
Show more cleavage
Suck on everything and anything
Lick and bite your lips
Stroke your thighs
Good posture (Back arched and tits out)
Edge more
Good little slut presenting yourself with the right posture. I’m going to hike up that skirt, and you’re going to spread those legs so I can examine what’s mine.
Aspire to be like her, girls. Perfect posture, nice and tight body, flirty and feminine attitude.
Fucktoy material.
Beautiful markings.
daddy belted me for being a brat with his mates
Too bad serious bodily injury isn’t good for a girls health because this is fucking hot.
As much as my blog currently focuses on sadism, extreme control and fantasies, and so on, it is only the tip of the iceberg of what I wholly believe.
This is a beautiful post. Nothing makes me feel right and nothing makes me feel at home more than a soft, feminine woman.
I don’t think anything makes me feel more feminine, more dainty, or more beautiful, than when I’m submitting to a man, more specifically, Daddy. I truly, get to let go of all societal expectations, of being a “strong independent woman” and just let the more primal side take over, my femininity.
My submission oozes femininity, and I’m not just speaking in terms of being sexual, I’m talking the day to day, the more mundane moments in life, where subtleties in our dynamic are there, but no one else really notices. I become more soft spoken, more lady like, I choose my clothing based on his preferences, choose my words more carefully when in his presence. See, his dominance is heavy is masculinity. He believes in traditional gender roles, just as I do, which is why our dynamic works so well; my femininity would be nothing without his masculinity, and vice versa.
I want him to be proud to have me, as not only his submissive, but his girl, his woman.
Do you swallow?
how else would i drink water?? fuckin idiot
What used to be an active collection of my thoughts is now an archive of my time on this site. Still 18+ tho.
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