First I gave my submissive chills.
Then I informed him he’d been promoted.
His new role? My personal ChatGPT.
He may now elaborate, validate, and admire on command.
Nothing more. #NiteFlirt
Dripping after only a hint of my collarbone. Interesting…
Cleavage?
In your pervy little dreams.🤭🤫
Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone that you came a little bit in your pants.😏 Pinky promise.
If you’re lucky, I’ll even let you use your hands to send me something useful while I gently kick your little hmmm hmmm around.
Beg sweetly…
#femdom#bdsmِ#dominatrix
Messy clumsy you. I saw the way you fucked up. Now I get to issue a little corporal punishment. Flogging is on the menu for tonight.
If you take it well I may reward you. I’m wearing sheer white knee high hosiery tonight. Smell. Lick. Taste. Tease. Rub. Flick. Drool. Drip...
I welcome the grind, the sacred friction, the low moan of almost.
Let him rub until I drip.
Let me whimper before he even enters.
Let my climax be the answer to his prayer.
And when he says my name
let it sound like a spell he's only just remembered how to speak.
I call in the one who touches me slowly with intention.
The one who presses before he enters.
The one who kisses cloth like it's skin who understands that desire is layered.
Let him come to me already tuned to my frequency already soft, already hard, already listening.
Let his body say:
I do not need to fuck to worship.
I do not need to rush to claim.
I do not need to see skin to know that you are holy.
I open my thighs not out of duty but out of devotion.
I welcome the press of his cock
through layers, through heat, through trembling.