A toy, A thing, a pet. That’s all you’re allowed to be—You’re not human in my presence, you just don’t serve me well enough to be seen and treated as such. Never forget what you are to me, what you are to others won’t matter when you’re with me. Got that?
Why are you twisting around so much little love? Are you thinking about icky things again? No? So, if I check your panties I won’t find a mess there, right? Oh baby… it’s so sticky. You have to tell me when this happens so we can put something inside and make it stop. Come here.
You're straddling my thigh, your soaked cunt grinding desperately, leaving a slick, shiny trail with every frantic roll of your hips. I praise, slapping your ass sharply before grabbing a rough handful again. "You're not stopping until you soak my thigh and beg to cum."
You don’t want pleasure, you want to be ruined. You want pain sharp enough to remind you that you’re just a fucking piece of meat. You need to be used like an object, broken down until the hurt feels like home.
Teasing and edging her past coherence, all the while telling her that she better not cum. Spread widely, perfect for me to use her pretty parts. Struggling, begging me to stop toying with her. “You were just begging for this earlier…” Her head spiraling from overstimulation.
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.
Inexperienced subs who get all shy and blushy the second they feel how hard you are against them. The way their breath hitches and their eyes go wide when they realize just how much you’re going to stretch them out… fuck, it makes me want to ruin them slowly