your desires deserve to be spoken out loud no matter whether you're called pathetic, praised for what you want, or your mouth is washed with soap for speaking such vile things you deserve to ask for what you want whether you get it or not is a different story

pathetic. "sorry"? you can do better than that. apologize the right way. pressing your naked body against me, shoving yourself onto me, waiting for me to take the frustration out on you.

of course i care. i care about you. your pain. your pleasure. your desire. your want to please. there is no reason to worry. the marks on your skin. are proof of my love for you.

sadistbait with such pretty, soft skin, pleading eyes, and a penchant for pain

objectified and toyed with, stripped of all identifying details, happy to simply be of use.

bark, mutt. bark like you want it. bark like you need it. bark like it's the only thing keeping you sane. the louder you are, the deeper i go.

"fix your attitude." as they grab you by the collar and straighten you out. stern, expectant.

forced breeding as punishment for speaking out of turn. sending them out leaking, dripping, and without their own climax. consequences of their own actions.

begging to be used as their outlet, "pain is the only thing that makes me feel good anymore," taking everything from them.

disgusting thoughts shared, "yes, let me do that to you" followed by a giggle & a nod of approval

you wanted it to hurt. why are there tears? you knew where this was going from the moment you said please.

tell your little boytoy to eat his heart out, he's not getting you back, you're mine now.

oh, you poor soul. you thought you could get away. now your leg is in a bear trap and they're standing over you, chuckling at how helpless you are. the hunter, the hunted.

carefully chosen words flooding your mind with beautiful images while hands grope you, pulling away clothes to reveal purity, eager to be corrupted

"stay right there. don't move a muscle. i swear if even a hair is out of place, you're gone. done. lights out." dom x "you wouldn't hurt lil ol me, would you?" sub

sorry i decided i didn't like either of today's posts

"oh you piss me off." "but you love it when i fight back!" dom who can't keep their hands off their baby when they act out, taking out the frustration on their soft skin.

what was that, love? you want to go home? this is your home now. you were too pretty to let anyone else see, so now you get to stay here and be my plaything. all you've ever dreamed of, right?

chased through the woods, bell jingling at every step, leaves crackling underfoot. no escape, just the thrill of being hunted by the only one you trust.

gentle chastising. "watch your mouth." "don't take that tone with me." "language." "you were taught better manners than that."