Again. I pull out just enough to see my cum leaking, then slam back in and add another load. 'One more,' I growl, even though I’ve already filled you twice. Your belly feels warm and heavy. I keep breeding you until you’re a whimpering, begging for me to knock you up for real.
sub whose only focus is to be good & usable. sub who thinks only about serving well. sub whose sense of self lies in its worship. sub who works hard and endlessly to be better. sub who pains at the thought of disobeying its Dom and exists to be their true servant & possession.
Daddy’s perfect doll twirling in that tiny skirt with nothing underneath… just bare, slick, and ready whenever I want. No panties, no thoughts, no worries just my empty-headed little thing, dressed exactly how I like, existing to please, no purpose other than being daddy’s doll.
Coaxing your sub into thinking they have all the control. Manipulating every action, making them do exactly what you want all while they think it’s from their own free-will. “Mhm, that’s right baby, you have all the control.” As you’re gently guiding their body like a puppeteer.
Fuck, look at you. Obeying my words like you’re a fucking animal. It’s pathetic. You’re nothing more than a needy whore, pretending to be something more. I didn’t say stop, Pet. That’s it. move your hips while I degrade you, We both know you love it, freak.
Pinned beneath me, wrists locked, legs spread wide.
I thrust deep, breeding you slow & heavy while you cry.
“It’s too much…🥺”
I growl against your ear, hips never stopping:
“Shut up and take it. Lil slut.”
You sob harder, clenching around every thick load I pump into you.