There You Are.

trying to play it cool

Its funny, the less you breathe the more I like you.

Let's see how long my pretty little pet can go without hm?

It's so cute when girls get so flustered that they can only say (or even think) one word at a time.

"Oh"

"Wait"

"Want"

Their train of thought is almost totally derailed, and it only takes a little nudge to keep it that way.

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Praise kink

Degrade kink

Maso¢hist kink

Cum kink

Br33ding kink

CNC kink

Pet kink

All of the above

someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

“oh you liked that?” sir you choked me so hard i saw stars. tf. ofc i did

Giving a cutie an edible that’s a little too strong, then making them drink a little wine to “stop” the woozy feeling. You ask can we do something to “clear your head,” which gives me the perfect idea.

We then going out on a little “road trip.” As I drive to unfamiliar places, I tell you that everything is okay. I can see you in the rear view mirror struggling to stay awake, and I continue to drive until I’m sure you’re fast asleep.

Once you’re knocked out in my back seat, I drive us somewhere private— not a camera, window, or person in sight. Once we arrive, I turn the car off and open your door to see you. While you’re fast asleep, I take the time to touch you. I feel up your clothes, caress your inner thighs, and tell you to relax.

Next thing you know, you’re missing your pants, your underwear are at your ankles, your shirt is lifted, and you see me stroking my girldick. You’re too out of it to understand what’s about to happen, and before you can even form words, I stuff my gock into your mouth. As you gag and choke, I thrust slowly and deeply into you. “Shhhhhhh baby. Mommy needs this.”

As I pull out of your throat, you groan and cough. You cutely say “I just wanted to clear my head…”

You black out and wake up bent over the trunk of my car. You can feel my thick cock pounding deeply and slowly into you. With every thrust I moan into your ear. “Just like that sweetheart. Be good for me.”

As you try to speak, I grope your chest and thrust harder. You stand on the top of your toes and begin to whimper, trying your hardest to get away from me, but it’s no use. “Nobody can hear us sweetie. Just relax. Mommy’s here.”

For the next few hours, all you can do is struggle and try to scream as I paint your insides white over and over again~

deprived of spoken language

normal medfet does approximately nothing for me but there's something about dentistry that is extremely hot to me. unfortunately no one talks about dentistry medfet

you'd been bratty all day. We'd had guests over and you used it as an opportunity to act out, knowing I couldn't correct you properly in front of them. Teasing, taunting, defiant. you even dressed in a skimpy outfit and openly flirted with the men.

Only now, as the door shut behind the last guest, did you find your contrition and submission. you didn't mean it. you were only teasing. you're sorry. No bunny, you're not sorry. But you are about to be.

I advanced slowly, menacingly, as you stumbled backwards, refusing to break eye contact. When you bumped into the wall I simply reached for your throat and pulled you through the house to the basement. When you stumbled I didn't let you fall, and you'd quickly scramble, choking and sputtering, back to your feet. you tried to plead with Me, but all that came out was an intelligibly hoarse whisper.

I cuffed you to the pipes above the water heater. They were hot, very hot, so you couldn't rest your arms. Instead you held them still above your head. I shoved an old rag into your mouth and cut your favorite panties from you with a box cutter. I wasn't particularly careful and you moaned as I knicked you, blood sliding down your leg.

I dragged My tool chest over. The hulking five foot metal cabinet made an awful sound as it scraped across the concrete floor. I pulled out every single tool that had a handle grip and laid them on the ground in front of you.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you immediately started protesting...so I put it back. I grabbed the item with the smallest handle. A tiny metal wrench, and slid it inside of you. you squirmed at the cold, dry violation. I worked it until the entire handle was inside of you, then pulled it out and tossed it to the side.

I pulled the rag out of your mouth and you started to yell, angry at the invasion. So I put it back and selected the next smallest tool. By the fourth time I took the rag out, you were silent. I put the hammer to your lips and you opened, sucking on it and leaving as much saliva as possible. It made the invasion easier immediately after.

On and on we went, until finally the impossibly thick and lengthy hatchet handle was removed.

Finished. I uncuffed you and you collapsed, exhausted, into My arms.

"When something in this home breaks, these are the tools that will fix it. you were broken. Now you are not."

With that, I returned upstairs. A little maintenance is good from time to time.