It doesn't matter if you fight it - you shouldn't have been wandering around uncollared if you didn't want to end up in my cage. You poor stray... You don't know it yet, but you're lucky I found you. You don't belong out there pretending to be a 'person'. You're a pet. My pet.
to be fucked hard, while your hand is squeezing my throat, cutting off my air supply, seeing how much I can take without passing out. I love the way my brain gets dizzy and numb for you, the little black spots that cloud my vision as my orgasm claws it’s way to the surface
Y’all dig bdsm but what do you know about aftercare? Will you clean her up? Help redress her? Will you reassure her that the nasty things that were said are strictly sexual? Treat her bruises? Tuck her in with her favorite blanket, put on a movie & tell her she’s still beautiful?
such a good pet you are, letting me slide my fingers directly into your mouth, with your eyes rolled back as your mind goes completely blank. i can feel the desperation of your tongue, the eagerness to please. you're right where you belong love, completely at my mercy.