Look at me. That’s it~ just like that.
I know you like me. I know you want me~ I’ve seen the way you’ve been acting.
Tell me. Admit it. Tell me just what you like about me~ what you want from me~ what you crave.
Good, sweet little thing. Just like that.
Tell me Everything~
sitting with your sub, holding their jaw
as you guide their lips around the joint —
one more hit, sugar. .
doesn’t your body feel so good?
moving your hand from their jaw in between their thighs, taking in their
desperate sounds —
just relax, darlin’. .
you’re already so eager. .
Protip:
Collar on backwards, so the ring is facing behind. Cuffs on, then secure them to the ring by putting the hands up over the head. Puts the whole body on display, and they have no way of covering themselves up. Very pretty, very easy to punch
That’s it puppy~ get nice and fuzzy for me. You don’t need those thoughts anyway, do you? You just need my hands, my words, my breath~
Shh pup. Deep, slow breaths. Lose your mind, let it melt, just like your soft body.
You’re so easy to make fuzzy~ makes me need to take you~
you thought you could act all big and tough, hm? what a dumb pup you are. we both know how easily you melt at the slightest of my touches, it's pointless to fight back. you just can't help being so sensitive, can you? poor thing. you'll never be able to win against me !! <3
On your knees.
I said. On. Your. Knees.
There we go.
You like it, don’t you? Giving up control? Emptying your mind and becoming a pliable thing for me to play with?
That’s right. That’s exactly right, isn’t it?
that's right, sweetheart. keep sucking my fingers just like that. you're such a good pet. it's so easy for you to shut off your brain around me, isn't it? i'm your owner, after all. i know what's best for you - how to take care of you. no one else can ever make you feel this way.
somno with your sub, spooning them
from behind as your hand teases between their thighs —
it���s okay, darlin’ —
relax, it’s just me. .
taking in their sleepy sounds as you push
two fingers inside of them, feeling them
push back against you —
eager little thing, even in your sleep.
Seeing the mess I’ve made of their body always makes me want to do it again : my marks scattered all over their flesh, the handprints and faint scratches on their hips, their tear stained cheeks, the mix of dried fluids and slick remnants glistening on their thighs…