Non-sexual dominance is everything:
-Grab my hand in crowds
-Help me pick out my outfit for the day
-Lead me everywhere we go
-Pull me close because you want me there
-Pat my head and reassure me
-Grab my chin and pull it up so i look into your eyes.
I live for this stuff.
Sweetheart… all that talk, all that bravado, yet here you are, melting at a single word from me. You know you were made to obey, don’t you? That pretty head of yours was never meant for decisions. Just listen, kneel, and feel how right it is to belong to me.
Awww, look at you already panting for a “good girl” like it’s oxygen. I barely glance your way and you’re scrambling to impress me. So eager. So desperate. It’s adorable how easy you are to train when you’re this needy. Keep going… maybe I’ll say it. Maybe… ~♡
you’re addicted to ruining yourself for me. is it unhealthy? probably. do i give a fuck? absolutely not. i’m going to use you like the addicted fucking object that you are because that’s what you deserve..