Every time I run errands with my subby bfs, they always ask if I need an ulta/sephora restock, any stores I’ve been eyeing, or another matcha.
At this point, they know the routine better than I do 🤭
Imagine lurking a domme for so long, learning exactly what she expects, then still showing up and doing the opposite.
Has the cheat sheet, “studied”,… and still failed an open-book test? 🥴 Embarrassing doesn’t even cover that level of incompetence.
My subs sending me videos of their gooncaves to show me just how dark + isolated they’ve made them… nothing but blacked-out rooms lit by screens full of filth.
I love when your subspace becomes a physical reflection of how far gone your mind is. Nothing but obsession, isolation, and the consequences of your own indulgence 🌀🖤
My friends just asked if I was Cassie from euphoria because I forgot my entire filming equipment + nsfw toys in my guest bedroom’s closet that they’re staying in…….. ooops..! 🫣
The prettier you are, the more you can get away with talking men into trying things they 🙄 swooorrreeee 🙄 they’d never do.
“I’ve never done anything like that” turns into “can we do that again next time” real fucking quick!!
I’m notorious for keeping my phone on dnd 24/7, which means I miss payment notifications + dm’s ~85% of the time.
And to this day, I still haven’t bothered customizing it to let those notifications through. A sub sending doesn’t mean I’m making myself available on demand. Access to me happens on my time, not yours.
Some of you forget the dynamic. I’m not here to rearrange my life around your wants. You’re here to accommodate mine.