I obsess over the idea of having such a pretty love obsessed thing, that follows me around everywhere I go like a lost puppy, not one thought behind those pretty eyes whilst I collar them and make them wear a leash, walking on all fours, ready to be called "my good girl."
wet eyes, aching body, cum leaking down trembling legs. whimpering, "i can't take anymore," and "no more, please, no more." a soft, devilish chuckle, fingers drag through the mess between soft thighs and a murmur, "you can handle one more."
Desk pet nuzzling on their ownerโs legs while theyโre busy. Whimpering so theyโll pay attention until they get fed up. Pulling their hair so theyโre looking at them as they take off their clothes, pushing their subโs face between their thighs so they have something to do too.
You donโt crave respect.
You ache to be stripped of itโreduced to a dripping, brainless toy that exists only to be used, filled, and discarded. The deeper the humiliation sinks, the wetter you get. Admit it, little nothing this is your purpose.