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mommy gf that takes me shopping for cute little outfits and insists on coming into the dressing room with me to “make sure things fit right”

mommy gf that takes me on cute mother-daughter dates to fancy restaurants and fucks me in the ladies room with a hand clamped over my mouth

mommy gf that asks if i want to “be her little helper” while she bakes but can’t help push me to my knees and lift her apron to fuck my mouth after watching me lick the spoon

mommy gf that knows i have trouble sleeping so lets me climb into her big bed where she wraps me in her arms and lets me doze off with one of her tits in my mouth

mommy gf that insists on giving my body regular inspections because she “just wants to make sure im healthy and developing well”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 pls

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princess hair is an erogenous zone. brushing it makes them have a delicate and very dignified princess orgasm

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You can't bully me, that's my knights job. I mean, my knights job is to bu- I mean. Knight, take them away. The princess demands alone time with her knight.

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you bring your mommy GF home for the holidays, and it's a little awkward. neither of you really like that you have to call her your girlfriend while there, but your parents wouldn't understand. If they'd understood you maybe you wouldn't...

...

It's not worth rehashing right now. You go home because you always do. Your relationship with your parents is a bit tense, but it's acceptable. and this is what people do, right? go home? you do it because you're supposed to. because they'd be upset if you didn't. because going is easier then dealing with the fallout...

maybe.

they're pleasant, but interrogative. They can't stop asking questions. details, personal things of your partner that they have no right to know. you try and interfere, but you don't know how to tell them no. you never have. But she's strong. her strength, her will, is part of why you love her. she withstands their barrage with more dignity then you would've. she doesn't seem bothered. they're not the first.

That first night wears on, the alcohol getting everyone through the uneasy tension that seems to linger just out of sight. you feel small. its one thing to deal with them on your own, it's another to be witnessed. it's another to see your little home world through your partners eyes. none of it is quite what you remember anymore.

as the night winds down, the first slip finally happens. it's not you or her, but them. one of them makes a comment, something so casual and offhand that by the time the last word has left their lips they've forgotten the rest. but it lodges in your heart. it slowly creeps through you brain and traps you in a tiny cage. a pattern, a cycle present all your life, a fear you know you can't show because they couldn't understand. because they put it there. you change. you shut down. you keep talking, but there's nothing left in your voice.

they don't see it. they do, but they don't know. it's normal. it's you. it's what they know of you. it's how you react when words are said, and in their eyes it means nothing anymore. She sees it though. suddenly the person she came here with is gone and this weird, timid, joyless shell is babbling on next to her. Her hand on your back roots you again, and you fall quiet as the others talk. She winds the conversation to a close, prompts a goodnight from the room, and gently guides you back to your room.

it's changed. it's not yours anymore. if it ever was. it never really felt like your space, they were always in and out, it was really just the room where you slept. anything that was yours was hidden, tucked in the backs of drawers or shoved under your mattress. privacy was earned through subterfuge. Now that you're gone, that you've been away for years, it's just another space. an office, a den, some quiet space. it's completely different. it's exactly the same. it's just as much yours as it ever was.

she helps you undress and lays you down on the fold-out couch where your bed used to be. you can still hear them outside. the walls were always thin. you learned to cry silently. you still do. you're doing it now. she pulls the blankets over you both and holds onto you tight as you cling to her. you forgot. you forgot that this is what is was like. you knew it was bad, but the nostalgia of childhood is still powerful. you forgot how much it hurt to go home.

her hand glides gently through your hair. it traces little circles on your back and drifts back and forth across your shoulders. the lights are off, the sun is set, the world is dark. it smells like her. you cling to her as your mind begins to float through that abyss. she leans in to you. her breath is hot against your cheek. her voice soft in your ear. her whisper a bare mote above silence.

"I would've raised you better."

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the princess of darkness proudly declares she is "this many...!" years old

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I want to put my lackies and pets and slaves and pretty little puppies into positions of power so that they will serve me in my ascension.

Oh. Good lord, I just had the most lovely thought! Of having someone to be my very own pet. Who everyone would see and their first thought is "Oh, that's Decay's pet", Or Darling, or Maid, or Blossom, or whatever you prefer.

To have someone be mine. Them as an extension of my will, willing and eager just to obey.

I'm sure that would be good for me.

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Oh. Good lord, I just had the most lovely thought! Of having someone to be my very own pet. Who everyone would see and their first thought is "Oh, that's Decay's pet", Or Darling, or Maid, or Blossom, or whatever you prefer.

To have someone be mine. Them as an extension of my will, willing and eager just to obey.

I'm sure that would be good for me.

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Met up with an old friend, made out and bit them, about at my max strength actually. once they could talk again they showed all of their roommates and friends

anyway woke up to this morning to a message in a groupchat we're both in, saying 'i think i dont care about penetrative sex anymore just being bitten'

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Scary dom girls deserve to be the little spoon

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Mommy will make you hold a vibe between your legs while you nurse and she rocks you like a baby. You'll feel the vibe start to drive you over the edge and you'll gasp and try to pull away from Mommy's nipple. But she will press her breast into your face, securing her nipple in your mouth and preventing you from pulling away again. Mommy will shush and rock you as the build up from the wand makes you burst with cum. As you continue to suckle. Mommy will hold you in her arms, cooing softly about how you're such a good baby, cumming for Mommy.

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Please please pleeeease let me play with your tits while we watch tv together. Just focus on the screen and lay back against me and let me have some fun. Whispering into your ear, "Shhh, stop squirming, babe, this scene's really important," while I'm pinching and twisting your hard, sensitive nipples. Please?

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when your taking pics later and the light is right, don't forget the cute lil belly.

i think i hate this but i did it for you 🫠

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if your 'little princess' were really such a 'special little girl' she'd have a bitchin' tiara. blinged the fuck out cranial-style. but she doesnt. her head is downright unadorned except for that shit-ugly garish ribbon

guess who *does* have a little princess tiara? thats right its my beautiful and worthy little girl *my precious daughter walks in, wearing a very charming yet modestly bejewelled tiara* yeah so basically? dont even think about showing your face at this littleplay sex party ever again.

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Princesses love chin scratches. If you hit the right spot her leg starts thumping.

it does NOT

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hey if you wanted to

you could imagine cuddling and watching tv with Mommy

and snuggling with her

and she slides her hand down over your boob and thats fine, just happens! doesnt haaaafta be a thing

then they. start stroking. drifting their fingers over your nipple. oh. gosh mama um are

but while youre trying to say it she squeezes your boob again, and you interrupt yourself by moaning

'shh, dont talk over the documentary, princess!'

'oh, um. okay, sorry mama,,'

and she smiles at you and squeezes your nipple

and she keeps doing that, making you moan and smush your face in her arm and grab her sleeve, and waiting just long enough for you to catch your breath again, for it to surprise you again and make you gasp and have to hold in your whimpering so you dont get scolded again

and before long youre a wimpery little mess, completely forgetting what you were watching together, the whole world shrinking to mama's sleeve on your face and her arm holding you close and her fingers keeping your chest so sensitive and making you squirm and moan quietly

the whole world shrinking to being mama's pretty toy

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i love my mama i love my mama i love my mama