#domme/sub

[gentlyspellbound]

Maybe it’s time to force the realization that if you’re attracted to my erotic content featuring my body then you are in fact attracted to disabled bodies.

support disabled PERFORMERS!!! not just visual artists who you can avoid actually seeing. support disabled singers, dancers, comedians, actors, drag artists, etc. experience us, look at our faces, listen to our stories, watch us move. make sure you tip us extra.

[gentlyspellbound]

POV: you’re about to be begging for air.

Support

[mommyelfie1]

need to tease a puppy boy for how needy he is and pretend i don’t know what he wants so that he’ll lose all control and beg for it really pathetically

[disasterlii]

girls who have wet dreams ab someone they haven’t slept with before deserve to be fucked like the good lil slut they are 🥰🥰

[madamejadex]

I love the sweet in-between.

When your body is jolting forward with every deep, punishing thrust, the headboard slamming in rhythm against the wall. Your breath comes in choked, stuttering gasps, and I can see your arms trembling from holding on.

But my voice?

Oh, it’s as soft as a caress. Honeyed. Sweet. Soothing. Like I’m whispering bedtime stories while I’m fucking the thoughts out of your pretty little head.

“Oh, baby… are you fussing again?” I coo gently as I thrust harder, sharp and deep. “You’re squirming so much… does it feel too good?”

You cry out, high and broken, but you don’t answer. So, I press my hand to the small of your back, guiding your arch just a little deeper, the angle cruel in how perfectly it hits you.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I hushes you, “just let it happen, sweetheart.”

Your body jerks again as I drive into you, relentless. Your fingers claw at the sheets, your moans spilling into whines, into pleads, into nothing coherent.

And I just smile.

“You’re doing so good for Mommy,” I whisper like it’s a secret. “Taking me so well. I knew you would.”

You try to lift your head, maybe to speak, but my hand tangles gently in your hair and presses your cheek back down to the pillow, slow. Loving. Uncompromising.

“Don’t think, baby.” Another deep thrust. “You don’t have to think at all. Let Mommy do the thinking for you.”

You sob into the sheets and I kiss your shoulder, so tenderly it’s almost cruel.

“That’s my good girl,” I breathe. “So sensitive. So full.”

My pace doesn’t let up. I watch your thighs tremble, your back shine with sweat, your poor, ruined pussy sucking the strap back in every time I pull out.

And still I whisper.

“You're my favorite thing to come home to.” “You sound so pretty when you cry.” “I’ll take care of you after, I promise… just a little longer, okay?”

You break around me, body tensing, voice gone, pleasure ripping through you in a wave you couldn’t stop if you tried.

And I moan softly, lovingly.

“There you go, baby… that’s it. That’s what Mommy wanted.”

[misslittledevill]

E dopo una lunga assenza … 🖤

[prettylil3]

Morning 😈😈

[biteluxury]

I can't believe you try to make people think you're a normal person—

Sweetie, no one believe that. We're all know you're nothing more than a dog in heat.

[gentlyspellbound]

I’m too cozy in bed for you to not be here with your pretty face between my thighs.

thank me

[mommyelfie1]

i am obsessed when a good boy cums unexpectedly. the embarrassment and the fact that it felt too good; fulfills my job as a dom. let me make you do that again for me, angel.

[disasterlii]

“you’re okay, you’re okay baby, i got you. i know it hurts but one more and then i’ll let you cum hm?”

[s2susu]

btw that's how life feels cuz I have to sleep hugging a pillow instead of a pretty boy everyday

[wontyoubeg]

I love non-sexual signs of submission as much I love sexual ones.

Kneel for me, moan for me, beg to cum. After all, you look gorgeous on your knees pleading.

But also lay your head on my lap while we watch something, wear my clothes out, perform little acts of service just to show me how much you care.

After all, my claim over you isn’t just in the bedroom, so why should your services to me end there?

[mellowruinspirate]

[lovelyscourge]

Corrupting someone is a slow and delicious process. And it has to be done gently. You need to make someone feel so safe they'll stray from their precious and established patterns.

‘Please, sweetheart. Let me hear your pretty sounds, you know I love them.’ until they stop holding back moans and whimpers.

‘No one is going to find out, I promise. You look so fucking pretty, please?’ and a few weeks later, they're tugging at your hand, looking at you with sheer need. They want you to drag them into the closet secluded space and fuck them.

Teaching them that edging is better. Good pets edge. It makes the pleasure last longer. ‘You don't want it all to be over so quickly, do you, little dove?’ Until they turn into an edgeslut, getting to cum straight away is just so boring now.

‘Why are you covering that up? Those are such pretty marks’, the words seeping into their mind until they are begging to be marked. They're just oh- so proud to be mine.

Getting them used to being touched whenever I want, to the feeling of pleasing me, and shaping them into the perfect fucktoy will take time but it will be so worth it.

You should've known better, little dove.

[gentlyspellbound]

No.

Me dressing like a slut and being obsessed with your cock is not a sign I’ve been conditioned or am a submissive object.

No. No.

It’s just another part of me corrupting you and making you my little toy. I want to ruin you. I want you to be sexually useless without me.

I’m Pavloving your cute stupid little puppy boy brain to get hard over seeing my thighs in short skirts, leaking in your pants at my touch, my fingers lingering on your thigh making you a mess. Your body, cock, orgasms— you belong to me, all of you.

Every sexual image you see will remind you of me. Every time you see porn it’ll just be a trigger for you to think of me—the pics, videos, treating you like I’m your personal whore, the bimbo outfits, compromising positions.

I’m permanently part of you now. Good luck ever being able to cum to anyone else again without me creeping into your mind.