anyway yes i cry when i accidentally crush a bug and i mourn the bug, i grieve for every animal i see dead on the side of the road, i sit & cry with sick and dying animals to show them love in their final moments. a piece of my soul dies with every animal who loses their life to human error
mean top toying with their shy bottom while fucking their brains out, teasing making them ask for things out loud grabbing their chin to force eye contact, “can’t hear you, baby” “use your words or i’m stopping”, but ramming their cock in again every time they try to speak at all
Sub dumbed down to my personal toy, permanently. No longer capable of making choices, speech, or even walking on their own. Eagerly nodding at every command, “Come.”, “Speak.”, “Bark.” Following after every command, their brain becoming nothing but empty space in their head.
I do have a thing for cute Pillow Princesses. Soft little toys who just lay back and take all the pleasure I give. Who make such pretty sounds as I use them. Taste them. Enter them. Fuck them. Who writhe in pleasure, biting into those soft pillows. Good soft plaything.
can we stop acting like i have to talk to u just bcz u dmed me or i responded to u once omgg i don't know u and u are not entitled to my time or anything from me in my dms, it should go without saying but i don't own u shit