tw// cnc
gun pressed to the side of her head, making my pathetic little girl ride my strap just like i taught her.
terrified, shaking and crying, desperately trying to tell me what a good girl she is, begging for mercy, asking mommy to stop being so mean..
all she needs to calm down is one, soft touch. one reminder that she is loved and cared for, but i wont give that to her.
she's gonna do absolutely every fucking thing that i tell her to do. til i traumatize her so deeply her brain chemistry is altered forever. she's mine after all, and i'll ruin her so she will never be able to be loved by anyone else. my broken little girl.
Honestly, babe. you'd look so cute sitting on my lap and cockwarming me while we cuddled. I'd play with your hair and call you pretty as we done it. I'm sure we'd feel at peace gazing at and touching eachother so intimately.