Going back on my files concept, the text documents of them being locked to my eyes, but my darling pathetic Submissive gets to see the charts and spreadsheets I’ve made for them, seeing visual representation of just how much I pay attention to them.
God, I’m my a fucking nerd. Started thinking about overstimulating some poor thing and immediately thought about tracking it in a spread sheet so part of our aftercare becomes them sitting in my lap as we put the information in together.
We join the mile high club, but it’s really just me fingering them under a shared blanket on the plane while I hold a book between us. To everyone else, a dutiful loving couple. To us, they’re just a plaything.
Kidnapping scene, but we play it as a rescue. Your darling emergency rescue has finally come to your aid and they’re taking you to the hospital. You know you’re safe, so you fall asleep. But when you wake up, you’ve never seen a hospital that’s a grey, dingy basement.
i desperately want my owner to walk me around and swat away any hands that reach out to pet me, “no touching others pets.” + “hands off, she’s my puppy.”
Daily throat training where you help me figure out exactly when my body wants to throw up.
Praising me while I start to panic and push against your thighs. Pushing that limit while you make me hold eye contact.
"Just a little longer. You're doing so well for me."