#bd/sm smut

[bktempted]

Look at you. Just look. You can barely stand still, can you? Pacing, fidgeting, fingers digging into your thighs. Pathetic. Utterly, desperately pathetic and so fucking horny. Your cunt is just... soaked. Dripping wet heat through your clothes, down your leg. You don't even care. You know you should be studying, calling that friend back, doing anything useful. But those thoughts shatter the second they form, drowned out by the screaming, thudding pulse between your legs.

Edging. Always, always edging. It's not even a choice anymore. It's a compulsion, a scramble back to that razor's edge the second you slip even a little bit away. You're chasing it, needing that specific, exquisite ache that tells you you're almost there but never, ever getting over. Overstimulated doesn't even cover it. You're raw. Every nerve is lit up, screaming for friction, for pressure, for something, but all you give it is this teasing, torturous dance. Your brain? Fried. Completely short circuited, obsessed only with the throb, the clench, the pull back. Thinking feels like wading through syrup unless it's about this. At least your brain still knows how to rub.

You're spiraling, fast and hard. Didn't you have class? A deadline? Someone was calling you, weren't they? Doesn't register. Can't focus. Can't think past the slick slide of your own fingers, the desperate grind of your hips against the pillow, the chair, anything. Life's just noise outside the bubble of this consuming need. You're letting it all go just to stay right here, trembling on the precipice, soaked and aching.

Edging is your entire world now. It dictates every move. The friction under the desk in lectures, praying no one notices the tremor in your thighs. The way you clench, hard, during meetings, eyes glazing over for just a second too long. Under the covers, fingers finding their way home while you whisper those little pleas into the dark. Please, almost, just a little more... Like you actually believe you'll cum. Like you believe you deserve it. Well, you don't.

Not now. Not ever.

[themistressdomme]

When you compliment her nails and she responds with, "They'd look prettier around your strap."

Okay so come here right now then?? My strap is cold???

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 12 - Debt, part 3

Also entitled: Endings and Beginnings 

Find the Kabr0z Writes Anthology, including parts 1 and 2 here!

CWs: group sex; anonymous sex; noncon; dubcon; more coercion including coercion via financial means; Lots of fucking; pregnancy mention; creampies; free-use; s&m dynamics; role switching; marriage mentioned

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You kept thinking about that party. The first task was easy, suck off a handsome lupine under his desk? You might've done that for free if he bought you dinner (which he ended up doing anyway), but being the centrepiece for a masked orgy was a little more than you bargained for. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy yourself, and Professor Blaidd was very considerate, when he wasn't playing the taskmaster, all soft fur and tenderness. You still had the pyjamas he gave you, and you were still finding his greying hair on them.

Thank goodness for small mercies, you shrugged, if you're going to be led by the purse-strings into subbing for some guy and his friends, at least you nabbed a cute one. For all your doubts though, you were still wearing the anal toy he gave you last time as you walked through the lobby to the elevator. The lowest setting so it wasn't obvious, but was keeping you in the mood.

You knocked on the office door and entered. Blaidd was waiting for you, sat on his desk typing on his phone. He was dressed as he was when you first met him, a the tan blazer, matching trousers and white shirt, salt-and-pepper fur spilling out of the collar and cuffs. You stepped forward and gave him a hug. He started back, but then returned it, holding your head into his chest. His smell was amazing, the scent of old books and a hint of musk. 

"This is the last task" He pulled away from the hug and looked into your eyes "It's going to be... Intense"

"More than your party?" You met his gaze

"Yes, I still know all the participants and have personally vetted them, but it's going to be a lot" He got up, moving you to one side "It'll be easier to explain when we get there"

You followed him out of the office and into his car. It felt almost strange to be sat here wearing actual clothes, even if you did still have something in you, gently buzzing against the seat.

Blaidd's ears cocked "Do you hear that?"

"Hm?" You listened closer

"There's been this strange noise since you came into my office, like a hum..." His eyes widened "You're not..!"

"Maybe?" You failed to suppress a smirk, of course he could hear it "If you wanted a dress code, you should have told me"

He grinned "It's fine, but it's going to come out soon, we're here"

You'd pulled into a warehouse car park and got out, coming around the front to let you out again, taking his arm and allowing yourself to be led inside.

The building looked much less intimidating inside than out, soft pink mood lighting illuminated a reception desk, where Blaidd passed a scantily-clad woman in bunny ears a printout. She looked it over, nodded, and wordlessly led you both into another room.

This room was darker, with a divider across it, a wide hole cut into it roughly at waist height. Blaidd nodded to the concierge and pushed some banknotes into her hand "Give us twenty minutes to get settled, I'll let you know when to start letting them in" She nodded and left the room 

"Slipping her a bribe so she doesn't call the police?" You giggled. Despite being in the rough part of town, despite being in an unfamiliar building, despite the dubious 'them' Blaidd mentioned, you seemed unable to feel unsafe around him

"Oh, you know" Blaidd smiled "Just the tip"

You facepalmed, you knew he was corny but that's still a bit much 

Blaidd was laughing at his own joke as he brought you behind the divider and sat you on a bench. You could see a headrest and armrests, complete with restraints. Clearly this was intended to for someone to lie on it for a while without a break.

"This will be a free-use scene, have you heard of it?"

You nodded 

"Good, now get undressed and lie down"

You did so, slowly peeling off each item, making sure he was watching as you did. This time though, he was stripping for you too. You hadn't realised how broad his chest was, or how thick the fur really was under his clothes. The sight of his cock peeking out of his sheath made your pulse quicken. You lay on the bench, completely nude with your lower half on the other side of the divider and let him buckle down your hands. He pulled down a curtain and fastened it around your midriff, preventing you seeing anything on the other side of the thin wall, before padding around the other side. 

Soft hands grasped your ankle, before lifting it up and securing it with a rope. One leg suspended, and those hands on the other ankle you felt something, that bastard!

You couldn't help but laugh and squirm, he was licking the sole of your foot, the tickling making you call out before he tied that one up too. "Just a taste, the men waiting will have free reign of anything this side of the curtain." A pause "Speaking of free reign"

The plug in your ass pushed deeper in. He must be pressing on it, the vibrations pulsing deeper in you. You squeaked as his other hand started working your pussy, a thumb circling your clit while fingers explored your folds. Then the plug was pulled out of you. Another pause. You felt something wet enter your rear. It wasn't his cock, you could guess that much, maybe two fingers? Another joined them, gently massaging your asshole. Your whines filled your ears, drowning out the sloppy sound of his hands in your ass and pussy.

Then nothing, "Blaidd" you whimpered at the deprivation 

You heard him laugh and knock on the door "Ready" he called out, before appearing behind the divider again "I'll be here in a... Supervisory role, just for safety" 

The hand stroking his cock said otherwise.

You heard the door open. Then a clinking sound. Something rested on your exposed pussy. You lifted your pelvis, gently rubbing yourself on it before it slid inside. The thrusting was slow at first. You bucked against it, trying to fuck yourself on whatever it was that's been put inside you. The man grunted and sped up. 

"That's right" you growled "Fuck me properly"

You think he heard you. Hands grabbed your hips and he pulled himself into you. You could feel his balls slapping on you as he drove himself in and out. In and out. In and out. You started to moan. To look at Blaidd, stood there, absent mindedly rubbing his cock and staring at your rolling tits. "My mouth"

He looked at you, and raised an eyebrow 

"Fuck my mouth, Blaidd" 

The man behind the wall pushed in hard, you gasped as he squeezed your hips and twitched inside you. He hadn't lasted long enough 

"I can't interfere, pet," Blaidd grinned at you "I'm just here to watch" 

The man pulled out, something rubbed your leg, then the door again. You stared at Blaidd's grin as you felt someone push two fingers into you. Whoever this was, they knew what they were doing. The fingers pulled up against you, driving hard into your g-spot as a tongue started flicking at your clit. You could feel the previous man's cum leaking out of you as your pussy clenched harder and harder. You could see two wolves in front of you now, both holding that cock you wanted to taste so much. 

The fingering stopped. 

You cried out. Bucking madly hoping to find something, anything to rub against but only humping the air. 

A slap came across your ass. Then another. Another. Another. You could feel it coming. With every slap across your ass. Again. Again. 

A scream. You didn't register it as yours for a couple of seconds. Then you noticed you were panting 

"Please, Blaidd, please" you begged, but he just grinned wider as a cock pushed into your squirming pussy and started rutting into you. You squeezed and bucked against him as he thrust. You wanted to milk him. The man pushed in and started to cum. More thick fluids deposited in you as he shuddered against you, before whipping himself out. Another rub on your bare thigh and the sound of the door again.

"Blai-dd" you moaned at him. You could see him leaking as he slowly pawed himself off, grinning at you, but still not touching 

The door again, this time you could hear the man enter, hooves clopping on the ground. 

An equine. You wondered if it was the one from the party. Whoever it was, he was huge. You felt the thick, flat-ended cock as he rested it on top of you.

It felt even bigger as it entered. He pushed it in gently at first. Your breathing catching and whining as it inched inside, stretching you around it. He started fucking. Pushing a little deeper every thrust. Slowly, painfully, he worked you down his length, every inch making you yelp and tear up until you were at his hilt. He waited a moment. The ridiculous cock deep in you. You noticed something: Your hips were moving. Even as this monster was stretching you, bringing tears to your eyes, you were getting off on it. The equine pulled himself almost out of you. You gasped as the flare on the end of his cock dragged against your insides, pulling out a trickle of fluids behind it until it paused, just the head inside you. You knew what was coming. You rolled your hips, hearing him moan as you edged him a little.

He thrust in. The breath was driven from you as it filled you. He was done being gentle. Each thrust drove the huge cock to your cervix, battering against it and making you cry out. You could feel yourself getting closer despite the pain, maybe because of it. Again and again he rammed into you, driving you further and further. He pushed in one last time. Pressed deepe into you than you've ever felt. He pumped wave after wave of cum into you. You could feel it dripping out of you as he started going soft inside you, his cock rapidly retracting into his sheath. Another touch on your thigh and he was gone.

One after another, men came into the room and had their way with you, one way or the other. Most used your soaking pussy, some preferring your ass, some would just finger you or eat you out to another screaming orgasm then leave.

All the while, Blaidd just stood there, stroking his cock and watching you beg him to finally give it to you.

A woman's voice came from the other side of the wall. "That's everyone, Mr. Blaidd, you've got an hour to get ready then we need to get the cleaning staff in"

Blaidd took out his phone and tapped a few buttons, then pulled on some boxers and started work on the buckles restraining you. He said something, but you didn't hear. You were watching the damp patch on his underwear. It was growing, little by little as his bulge twitched underneath.

Your torso was free. You bided your time. 

He rounded the divider and pulled on the knots holding your ankles, releasing them. You gasped as your legs dropped, the sudden change of position feeling weird after spending hours suspended. You opened the divider and pulled your lower half in. Your thighs were covered in tally marks, you counted 28. Did 28 different men just finish in you? Or did everyone get a mark whether they did or not? You weren't paying enough attention to know for sure. There was only one cock you cared about now.

Just as expected. Blaidd came back to you, and sat next to you.

"Is that everything now" you asked, trying to seem innocent 

"Yes, the money's been sent to your account. It should already have landed. It's been nice working with you"

He seemed withdrawn suddenly, almost bashful, sat there in nothing but his underwear. 

"So what happens now?

"I'll stay here as long as you need, then I can give you a ride home" He looked down slightly, his tail hanging low and his ears drooping

"You'll give me a ride alright" You manhandled him down onto the bench and opened his flies. His still-throbbing cock sprung out, already lubed up with his precum.

His ears pricked up as you swung your leg over him and positioned his cock under you. "I'm not your whore any more, but I've seen how you look at me" he gasped as you lowered yourself onto his cock. Between the fluid on his cock and the cum oozing out of you there was no need for any foreplay. 

His moans only got more intense as you rode him. Your pussy was already stretched out so you didn't struggle taking him. You could feel his knot under you. You pushed down on it, watching his face scrunch up, then relax into a hazy smile once it popped in.

Now the fun begins. You clenched your pelvic muscles, flexing your kegels against the knotted cock inside you. You kept riding him hard, feeling him fill you. You were almost there. Just a little more and...

There.

Your orgasm rocked through you. Easily the best one of the day as you pushed the knotted cock inside your aching cunt. Again and again you came for him without any breaks in between.

He must have been closer than you thought. He cried out and pulled you down onto him, spurting his load directly into your womb, half whining, half howling. You kissed. You lay there. His knot gradually deflated, slipping out and spilling cum over his underwear. You still lay there.

You cuddled until the door opened again and a pair of people in gloves and masks shooed you from the room, wrapping towels around you and pointing you to showers down the hall.

Sat outside the warehouse. Dressed in the clothes you wore this morning, waiting in Blaidd's car as he deals with the people inside. 

You craned your neck to see the door, just as it opens and your wolf walked out. Back in his suit, as though nothing happened.

The car door opened and he sat next to you.

"I got a bit of a telling off for that, but we're hardly the first to overstay our booking, and we weren't actively fucking so it was more of a finger-wag than a warning"

"So... What happens now?"

"I told you" Blaidd sighed "The experiment's done. You've been paid, now you never need to see me again" his ears drooped again

"What if I want to see you?"

His gaze met yours "Well, the study was concerning purely transactional relationships, but that's done now so..."

You finished his thought "So we can still see each other?" 

"If you want to, there's no reason we can't see where this goes?"

You kissed.

That was almost two years ago. Since then, you have become Mrs. Blaidd, and settled into a cushy PA role working for him. Mostly you re-enact your first meeting, and enjoy lavish lunches. Although you've had to cut down on crawling under the desk, and cut out drinking altogether. 

After all, can't have alcohol with pups on the way

[witchyandswitchy]

The fact that I dont have a sweet subby boy here rn to put my mouth on is seriously grotesque

[canigetf-ednowpls]

I need people to start sending me little things like “go into the closest bathroom and edge for 30s” or “here’s your new profile pic!” Or “here’s what to wear tomorrow <3”

I just need someone to take control away from me, I need to be pushed back into my place I have to many thoughts rn

[bktempted]

Head Games. The air hangs heavy around you, scented with something sweet and cloying, maybe perfume, maybe just the lingering pheromones of surrender. You’re in a large metallic hall with the remaining players — sweat prickling along your brow, sliding down your temples as you grip the edge of the small pedestal you're perched on. Don't look down. Don't look at them.

But their voices slither into your ears anyway, soft, persuasive whispers that bypass logic and aim straight for the exhausted, aching core of you. They’re the losers.

"It's so much better down here," it's a voice that might have once been sharp, now smoothed into a dreamy cadence. "No more choices. No more pressure. Just... bliss."

"He takes such good care of us," another sighs, the sound impossibly close, as if she's right beside you, though you know she's somewhere below, draped elegantly on velvet cushions, her eyes glazed with contentment. "Every need met before you even know you have it. Wouldn't that feel good? To just let go?"

Yes, a traitorous part of your mind screams. It would feel incredible. Every muscle in your body aches from the strain of holding on, from the constant vigilance. The game has been going on for… hours? Days? Time blurs. Each task, each challenge has chipped away at your resolve, forcing you into positions, situations, that test your limits, tease your senses, and drain your will. Losing means relinquishing control, becoming one of them — pliant, pampered, utterly mindless. A plaything. The thought sends you reeling, equal parts terror and illicit thrill.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the seductive chorus. They don't understand. Or maybe they do, and that's the terrifying part. They've tasted the release you're fighting so hard against. They dangle it like a forbidden fruit, knowing how tempting it is when you're starved and exhausted.

Focus. You need to win this round. You need to get out. The stakes are too high — your sense of self, your independence. But oh, the thought of just…stopping. Of letting the warm, heavy tide pull you under into that blissful oblivion they promise. To be touched, used, cared for without the burden of thought or resistance…

"Contestants," the Voice booms, startling you. It's smooth, synthesized, utterly devoid of emotion, yet it commands absolute attention. It resonates not just in the air, but deep within your bones. "Your next trial awaits. Observe the sequence."

In front of you, lights begin to flash on a panel you hadn't noticed before. Complex patterns flicker, demanding your concentration. Memorize. Replicate. Another test of focus, of mental acuity, when all your body screams for is surrender.

Another whisper curls around your ear. "One little slip. It feels so good to fall..."

[themistressdomme]

When she sends you a picture of her soaked panties 😩🤤

Take a seat, princess, your throne awaits. Let me taste you, lick you to within an inch of your life. Let me make you cum in my mouth over and over again.

And after, let me bury my strap in you to show you how wet you were for me all day. Then, clean your pretty mess off of me using your mouth. Mouth open, tongue out, that's it, that's a good kitten.

[loubella77]

18+ MDNI

Getting em off 🙊

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[witchyandswitchy]

She pulls him towards her on the bed, enjoying the look of him as he obeys. The collar with the little bell, softly jingling as he moves. The soft worn leather bound around his wrists behind his back. Soft skin and even softer hair, and eyes hazy with want.

He whines quietly at the touch.

“Shh baby, come here.”

She guides him onto the sheets. Positions him on his knees, spread wide. His head hangs as he breathes deep. He wants to, but knows not to beg. Not yet anyway. Knows to stay still, to wait for instruction.

The cap of a bottle opening snaps in his ears, making his breath hitch. He knows what’s coming even before he feels wet fingers against him.

She grabs his chin with two fingers, urging him to look up and meet her burning eyes.

“Okay?”

He nods

“You sure?” she starts circling. He whines low, and nods again. A bit more fervently this time.

“Oh, sweet lovely boy. I’m gonna need more than that” she pushes gently against his rim, tapping once.

“Do you..” tap “..want..” tap “..this?” tap

He bites his lip, brows knitted, pushing down, spreading his legs even more to get lower. Nodding jerkily yesyes oh gods yes please.

She tsks

“Use your words, love. Let me hear your sweet voice”

She pushes a little harder, almost breaching, and he is so hard he is leaking, dribbling down onto the bed, making a mess of the sheets.

“Yes.. yes, please, I- please”

He can hear the smile in her voice

“Good boy”

His spine bows a little bit at the first finger, his head following, falling back at the second. He can feel his cheeks starting to burn at the embarrassing noise that escapes him when her fingers go searching and finding what they were looking for.

“Oh just look at you,” she praises, a dreamy quality to her voice,” how prettily you sing for me”

To his surprise, she doesn't move her fingers again. She keeps them pressed but still against that spot deep inside him. He squirms.

“So eager..” She sounds somehow both amused and delighted.

“Here’s what I want you to do, baby,” she flexes her fingers, smiling at the way his cock twitches at the touch, “I want you to ride my fingers, at any pace you want. There are only two rules,” she reaches up and caresses his heated cheek, stroking her thumb across his kiss swollen bottom lip, “no matter what I do, you may not stop, and you may not cum,” his breath hitches,” not until I say so.”

She drags his bottom lip down, inserting her thumb into his mouth. His tongue is quick to dart out and taste her.

“Is that clear?”

He closes his lips around her and nods.

“Uh-uh. Is that clear?” she puts her lips around his nipple, biting down. Not too hard, but enough that he understands the warning.

“Ye- yes. Yes. I understand.”

“Good boy” She releases his nipple and kisses the sting.

Keeping her fingers firmly inside of him, she lets his lip go and bends down to position herself on her stomach, face inches away from his leaking cock.

He doesn't dare look down, afraid that the hunger he knows he would see in her eyes would be enough for him to cum right then and there. And that’s not what he wants, because that is not what she wants.

He breathes, tugs a little on his restraints, choking a bit on the noise that the sting of it sends through him, and slowly, through small gasps, he starts working up a steady oscillating pace. He pulls up gradually, almost reluctantly, and pushes back down, angling his hips so her fingers will hit just the right spot.

His eyes are squeezed shut and his breathing heavy. He tries to keep the rhythm steady but can’t help the way his hips twitch and jerk at the glide of her fingers inside him.

He is already close to tears when he can feel a pair of lips just to the side of his neglected cock, wet and purring “I’m so proud of you, you’re doing so well for me, darling boy” and he has to stop. He promised he wouldn't, but he also promised he wouldn't cum, and her lips and her praise so close, yet not nearly close enough was-..

He whines.

“Oh nonono, baby. What’s this now? You were doing so good..” she tuts.

Her hand comes up then, circling the base of him and squeezes tightly as she enters a third lubed finger into him, making him whine so loud and high pitched it's practically a wail.

She presses against his prostate, but just as before, she stops there. He sucks in a sharp breath, looking down as he hears a faint chuckle. She leans back in to drag her grinning lips leisurely over his skin. The top of his thighs, the sensitive skin just around his cock.

“I’ll let you calm yourself for a moment. But only a moment. Okay? Now, I told you the rules, and I know you want to be a good boy for me and follow them.” She sticks out her tongue, licking around the base of him “I’ll give you one more chance..” she glances up at him, something wicked and wanting burning in her eyes “..and this time,” she licks one long stripe up the underside of his cock “...I expect you to obey.”

[canigetf-ednowpls]

I just need a collar and some training and then I promise you’ll see I’m a good boy

[bktempted]

Daddy loves you sooooo much, and he’s always finding the sweetest ways to prove it. Like when he tugs you close on a busy street, his big hand swallowing yours, whispering, “Stay with me, little star,” so you don’t drift away in the crowd. Or when he sneaks home with a crinkly bag of sour gummies — your favorite — tossing them onto your lap with that lopsided grin, saying, “Thought my baby might need a treat.” It’s all so soft, so silly, the way he ruffles your hair when you’re sleepy or hums off key just to make you giggle.

Not to mention the special times at night, when you’re all fidgety and warm with that funny ache you don’t quite understand. Daddy’s always there, all gentle and kind. “Looks like my little star needs me,” he says, settling you onto his lap like it’s storytime. He slides his fingers right where you’re tingling, rubbing slow and sure, telling you, “It’s Daddy’s job to fix these special aches.”

He’s so good at all the normal Daddy stuff: tying your shoes, brushing your hair, coaxing your legs apart. Especially that last one. Smiling warmly as he presses himself deep inside, all steady and strong. “Can’t stop until you feel allllll better,” he hums, rocking into you like it’s a lullaby, his little star glowing brighter with every thrust. It’s just Daddy being Daddy, sweet as candy, warm as a hug.

[themistressdomme]

Oh I fear you underestimate my neediness! I think simply grinding on your leg after so much teasing would be enough to make me cum! I’m curious if cumming without permission would have any consequences…guess I should write about that scenario next…but I also have another one in mind, but fiiirst back to this!!

Being able to finally brush my pussy against something more than just the teasing air, it would make me whimper needily while clasping my hands around your leg not caring how desperate I look. I would almost shrink under your watchful eyes, fully dressed while I’m sitting at your feet with only my panties and the toy inside me otherwise fully nude, nipples hardening and goosebumps of excitement all over my body.

Basically drooooling over your strap, especially if you tell me “your throat is mine to use, my hole to ruin”🫠 I’m almost sure there will soon be a puddle of wetness underneath my panties from how horny it’s making me. Telling me how you will love to see my tummy bulge just like my throat is, looking all pretty and used for you. Especially with the praise/degradation combination, makes me go weak at the knees! Makes me want to be the perfect toy for you, to abuse my holes, make me cough and gag around the strap but letting it slide down my throat each time till there is drool and tears all over my face.

I would be eager to clean up your strap, and with the toy vibrating inside of me and my uncoordinated hip movements buckling against your leg I’m sure I would look extra desperate and pathetic. The strap cleaned up with my mouth but my mind is already thinking about it disappearing inside my wet pussy, clit throbbing at that thought. Not even noticing your arms grabbing me until I’m already getting pressed into the couch. And oh I love it when the sadistic mommy in you comes out (not that it isn’t always around ofc😘) but I might be a bit embarrassed at how wet it sounds when you start slapping my pussy…drenched from the teasing and from how turned on the deepthroating made me🫠

I would beg soooo prettily for you! Desperate to feel your strap inside of me “pleaseee mommy fuck me please! I need to feel you inside me please fill me up!” until I cry tears of despair, my legs spread wide for you like an invitation.

The feeling when you finally fill me would be indescribable, I might just cum right there and then when you brush your fingertip over my clit, back arching and pussy squeezing around your strap. Finally, finally being filled by mommy and feeling so good I might need a moment to come back to my senses while you keep fucking me, pushing all the way inside me against the resistance to make me feel properly filled. I hope your arms are strong, and a bruise shaped like your hand will be the perfect reminder of how good you fucked me, taking me right back to the ecstasy I felt when you fucked me with your hand wrapped around my throat holding me down. I would love to be Mommy’s doll and I would thank Mommy after each orgasm she gives me until my voice is hoarse from screaming and cumming so many times! Of course I will clean up your cock Mommy, probably with my cheeks blushing as I see what a mess I left on your strap, or maybe still dizzy from the hard fucking and needing your hands to lead me to your strap again so you can give me another deep throatfucking.

Ufff and seeing you still standing infront of me with the harness ugh I might melt right there on the floor! But we can’t have that, the evening just started and is about to be continued in the bedroom. My legs-shaking or not- will be spread to show you what a mess you left my cunt, swollen and puffy from the hard pounding and my clit pulsing with the reminiscence of the orgasms I had. But since my pussy is glistening wet, it should be fucked again right?

part 1

Oh, my cutest little toy, you really think cumming without permission has no consequences? When I'm the sadistic Domme in question? You make me cackle 😘😈 Oh I look forward to your next scenario 😉

Aw, my sweet toy. Being given the go-ahead to grind your pathetic little cunt on my leg sure would make you whine needily, hm? That's a good little toy, knowing her place. You look so good down there after all, doll. Show me exactly how wet you are, hm? I'll watch you like a hawk as you greedily grind against my leg. I bet you'll so so pretty and so small down there, won't you?

Your throat is mine to use, darling. You're just a cute little set of holes for me to ruin, aren't you? Such a good thing. Let me see you drip for me - otherwise, how will I know you're a needy little slut for me, sweet? 😘 Yes, I'm positive that you'll look so lovely with by cockbulge in your tummy as well as in your throat. Mommy will make sure to ruin both holes and fuck them deep, hm? You may cough and gag when I'm pushing myself deep into your throat, but you won't stop. You're just too needy of a good toy to stop me. You'll take every single inch as I give it to you, gratefully, as I go deeper and deeper down your throat. My, my, won't you look so fucking pretty with tears and drool running down your little face? Every time I pull out to let you breathe, you'll thank me, won't you? Such a good set of holes for me you are. I'll make sure to keep going until you tap me each time, telling me you need to breathe. Aw, darling, don't worry. I'll let you breathe, if you must.

Oh, just an uncoordinated, desperate mess? All for Mommy? Well that's just what I need from my pretty fucktoy. You're already thinking about my strap disappearing into another hole of yours whilst your mouth is still busy, hm? I think you've got too much of your brain still working. Let me fuck your tight throat until I have you as nothing more than a whimpering, babbling mess from sheer desperation and neediness. I'll be obsessed, watching myself deep inside your throat, over and over again.

That is, until I've had enough of your pretty mouth, and I want to fuck your pretty, dripping pussy. You'll beg so prettily, I just know it. I'll pin you into the couch, and you'll barely be able to squirm, let alone move. That's okay, Mommy just needs your pretty hole, darling. And won't I be able to see it open, dripping, and ready for me? If you beg like that, I might just be so tempted to bottom out in you on the first thrust, hm? But I'm sure my perfect little toy can take it. You're a good little slut, after all. Tears of desperation on your face as well? Aren't you a sight for sore eyes 💋 Maybe I'll hold out a little longer to see how pretty you cry for me. You're such a slut, aren't you, crying because you're just so desperate to be fucked out 😈

I'll tease your wet cunt, first with my fingers. Featherlight touches, just to see how sensitive and worked up you are already. One light touch to your clit and you're arching and clenching around nothing, hm? Hold on, let me fix that for you, my pretty slut. I'll smack your pussy a few times with my length before bottoming out in you completely. I sure would feel you squeezing around me, won't I? A pretty pussy for me to play with, that's what you are 💋 Take all the time you need to come back to your sense, but I'm not going to be stopping for you to adjust 😈 You wanted to be fucked? I'm going to fill you up and fuck into you, hard. Resistance or not, I'll pound into you like the perfect little fuckdoll you are for Mommy. Oh darling, my hands are strong. I've been told I have a death grip, so I hope you're ready for some beautiful marks on your body, hm? You've got such good manners, remembering to thank Mommy after each and every single orgasm I give you. Good girls get to cum again, and again, and again. Oh, you're sensitive? Well, get over it, because I love making you cum and I'm not stopping.

Mommy might not even give you any time to recover before I lift you up from my cock and tell you to put your pretty face hole to use once more, cleaning up the filthy mess you left over me. Aw, poor thing, are you embarrassed at how hard you came all over my cock? Look at it. Really look at it. Your wetness and creaminess, glistening all over it. Clean it up like the complete package doll you are, hm? 😘 Do you need my strong hands to guide you? To keep you in your rightful place, face first on my cock? That's alright, sweet, but you're going to thank me by taking me into your throat again. God, I love fucking your throat. You become so drooly and your eyes glaze over like the good doll you are.

I'll stand right in front of you with my harness on, darling, whilst you're on your pretty, red and bruised knees, mouth and throat full of my strap. My, my, you'd look incredible like that.

Good girl. Keep those legs spread for me - Mommy likes to admire her handywork, after all. Cunt all swollen, red, and puffy from everything it took, hm? Such a good hole for me to use 😘 And yes, of course. A glistening wet cunt means that it should be a well-fucked cunt. Come on, now, the night is still young, and I'm not going to be finished with you until I've made you give me every. last. drop. of your arousal.

(part 1)

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MISGENDERING MARCH! inspired!! This done by 15th of March

5 notes- I'll rub my clit to all DM's I receive during the month of March.

10 notes- I'll shave my pussy

20 notes- I'll shave my whole body (face included)

30 notes- I’ll post bare chest pics

50 notes- I'll write a single (non-spam) comment on this post on my tits, and DM the person who commented a picture.

80 notes- I'll make a poll deciding whether I go in public with a binder, a bra, or nothing under my shirt.

100 notes- I'll write my deadname above my chest and post it on my tumblr.