Let Me Be Your Housewife. I’ll Wear Bright Lipstick And Do My Hair All Nice. I’ll Have Dinner Waiting

I’ve used to never understand why this turns me on. Seeing my girl cleaning the floor like in this picture.

Maybe it’s the maid outfit with those heels that I love seeing her wear. While I admit these do turn me on, there’s something else there. There’s something different inside me that I feel when she’s cleaning the floor, versus just wearing these particular clothes. She could be wearing a baggy t-shirt with sneakers, and I would still be turned on by her act.

Maybe it’s about her following her rules. Giving your girl a routine that she obeys and follows. She is the keeper of the house, and I give her a layout of how to keep it and when she does it. I am certainly gratified when she is obedient in this way, but I see my girl doing laundry, or doing the dishes and don’t have the same feeling. She simply performs a task she’s been given.

Maybe it’s really a low level of my sadism. I know, and she knows, that there are quicker, easier and better ways to clean a floor. Yet, she cleans it this way. On her hands and knees, cleaning the lowest part of the house, in a more physically demanding way. I’m a sadist, and she loves it. There are far more brutal ways for me to exact my will to hurt her, and she knows it. But having her do a tedious task like this for me to watch, both of us knowing that it will be tiring and painful after not too long? That is what turns me on.

Girls are like children. You have to dumb everything down so that they can understand what you’re saying.

I love it when men talk to me in a childish way, my silly mind can’t handle anything serious

A fair trade

You grant me the privilege of worshiping your cock, and I’ll cook and clean for you and obey your every command with a respectful and grateful attitude.

That’s fair, right?

I’m going to give you two drinks. One will have rohypnol and the other a paralytic agent.

If you pick the roofied drink I will lead your dazed body to bed, stroke your face and whisper sweet things to you before I see the last little flicker of your eyelids which you’ll see me pull out my knife. You’ll wake up every now and then to me leaving my marks on your body before the drug sends you back. Only to wake back up with your face buried in the pillow as I’m fucking you hard from behind.

If you pick the paralytic drink I will carry your body to the bed and make you watch me abuse you whilst you’re unable to do anything. I’ll fuck your throat whilst you’re unable to gag. I’ll dig my knife into your chest with you unable to pull away.

I wonder which it’ll be. My sleepy slut or my paralysed princess?

You a guy or a girl

I’m a guy. I feel like that’s pretty obvious given that most of my posts are written from the male perspective.

Cry, beg me to stop, tell me how much I’m hurting you.

How to make a real Man’s cock hard as a rock 101.

@owned-deadlynightshade  A good girl suffering for my pleasure. Again, I feel compelled to point out that this was consensual. Some women just know their place. 

Talk to her like she's stupid

Because she is. And she doesn’t understand adult things. Talk down to her so she doesn’t get confused.