Every time I come home I go down into the basement to bring you another outfit I got you. After I watch you put it on, you get to feel me rip it off your body.
One of us fucking their mouth and the other gets them from behind, occasionally switching places. They’ll be too exhausted to even think about messing us up on our game again.
I’ve been thinking about a concept recently. Since Zack and I play video games a lot, I think about our submissive trying to get our attention by purposely making us mess up so we can fuck our frustration into them.
Coming home to your submissive touching themself is pleasing. You know they’ve been thinking about you all day, but sadly for them you never gave them permission to play with themselves. So you force them to keep touching themselves until you’ve decided they had enough.
You think you deserve rights? Silly, you’re just a dumb mutt. Dumb mutts don’t deserve rights. You are nothing but a toy to be used for personal use.
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I chuckle, speeding up my pace. After awhile, I start to slow down. Feeling myself reach my climax, I then cum inside you and pull out. I grab my knife and cut the rope that held your hands together, picking you up and taking you back upstairs. - 🪦
“Stupid dog.” I murmur under my breath. I start the car, heading back to my place. I chuckle as I hear you begin to shift around in the back seat, thinking about the terror that’ll run through your body once you realize what’s happening. +
lifting you up at an angle as I increase my speed. “You're nothing but a doll for personal use, you know that?” I say, pulling you closer. You choke out a moan, “Y-yes, sir.” You moan louder as I thrust deeper inside you. “Fuck.” I moan. “F-faster please.” You whine. +