I love how every corner of your mind loops back to me, no escape, just sweet, inescapable surrender. I crave that desperate need in your eyes to please me, to shatter beautifully under my hands. You're not a person anymore; you're my treasured possession, my perfect little toy.
When her first orgasm hit, it was violent. Her pussy clenched and gushed around him, squirting in hot, messy pulses that soaked the sheets. She wailed, back arching, eyes rolling back as the overwhelming pleasure made her shake.
But Daddy didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.
The concept of being your Doms toy a cherished object they own. A mind they can crumple and reshape, replacing your thoughts with their desires until you're fully molded and conditioned to their exact preferences. Turned into their perfect toy, aching to obey their every command.
He edges you again and again. Your voice cracks as you beg, hips grinding frantically against his hand despite the restraints. Drool slips from the corner of your mouth, completely lost where nothing exists except Daddy's fingers and the burning ache between your legs.
soaked and aching, every muscle tensed, body screaming for relief. their fingers leave you empty. their fingers drag slowly along your entrance, teasing, mocking, knowing you'll buck against their hand for more. "look at you. fuckin' pathetic. maybe i won't let you come at all."