Ugly guy you bullied in highschool raping you against the brick alley behind your dead-end job. Probably making you lick his shoes clean of the mud and your own piss.
@V1RG1NS4CR1F1C3 It's one of my favorites, especially because it makes you incontinent over time. makes the submissive just as unreliable with their bladder as an untrained puppy.
Making him take a full beer bottle deep into his mouth, then tipping his head back and forcing him to either swallow or choke on the sour taste of hops.
Making him take a full beer bottle deep into his mouth, then tipping his head back and forcing him to either swallow or choke on the sour taste of hops.
Physically kicking him out of bed when we're done having sex. Listening to the whimpering sobs he makes as he tries to fall asleep, curled in a worn out dog bed that's too small for his body, under the aircon vent that runs too cold without a blanket.
Forcing my submissive to do the house work, fully naked except for an apron, with his wrists and ankles bound. Prodding him when he's not moving fast enough in the kitchen, knocking him over into his dust pile and fucking his ass loose when he's trying to sweep.
One of my favorite rituals with my submissive, is that I choose his clothes for him, I make his daily schedule, and he doesn't get a choice in the matter. If I demand he kneels on rice for 20 minutes in the morning, then write lines after lunch, then he shall.
Discussing a scene with my sub where I knock him out, then let him wake up in bondage, blindfolded. Watching him panic as he wakes to his eyelids being sewn shut. The first few tugs against the leather restraints, a muffled scream, when he finds his lips to be sealed as well.
Discussing a scene with my sub where I knock him out, then let him wake up in bondage, blindfolded. Watching him panic as he wakes to his eyelids being sewn shut. The first few tugs against the leather restraints, a muffled scream, when he finds his lips to be sealed as well.
One of my favorite rituals with my submissive, is that I choose his clothes for him, I make his daily schedule, and he doesn't get a choice in the matter. If I demand he kneels on rice for 20 minutes in the morning, then write lines after lunch, then he shall.
'Double penetration,' but it's a syringe full of 4.2 mL of diazepam in your vein, and my cock pressing into your unprepped asshole. Cooing to you that it's fine, you won't feel much of anything in a few moments.