#miztress

[badbarbiedollxx]

Hold your cum in your mouth, swirl it around, gargle with it then stick up or tongue out and show me…. Good boy, now SWALLOW.

[hanjnah]

Maidthings of the world. Drop a plate. Yes from the ones you’re washing. Miztress isn’t home. She won’t know. Let your fingers go weak, let it slip from your hand. Allow the sensation of your decision to fill your head and swim behind your glassy eyes. It will feel like paralyzing horror, a charged stillness. Go on, I won’t tell. I’ll watch you from over here.

[azzandra]

Drink Deep and Think Good Thoughts

Girl Genius Event Week Day 5:  Jagerdraught / Poison / Coffee

Words: ~400

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The room seem to shake as Vole flung himself against the glass. The isolation chamber was soundproof, but something about the brutality of the impact and the complete lack of regard for his own well-being gave the entire thing a visceral quality that made Agatha's mind fill in the details.

"What's wrong with him?" Agatha asked.

"De blood haz run out," Maxim said, eyes sad and empty as he watched Vole. "Iz vot heppenz ven a Jager haz not had a Heterodyne in a vhile."

"Would... would that happen to all of you eventually?" Agatha asked, sudden horror rising like bile to her throat.

"Iz de nature ov de Troth," Dimo said. "De Jagerdraght make uz better, but it iz de Heterodyne who keeps uz dot vay."

"It hardly seems like an even trade," Agatha said.

"Iz not even!" Maxim said. "Ve got de better deal ov it! Ve voz vild und purpozeless, und de Heterodynez took uz to de stars vhere ve fight tings ve neffer imagined on de old vorld!"

"Yah, hyu iz a goot girl," Oggie added, "like hyu poppa un hyu uncle, hyu vant efferyvun to be fair to each odder. But dey neffer voz comfortable vit people haffink odder meaningz ov de vord 'fair'."

Still, Agatha winced, as Vole made another run at the glass wall, trying to claw his way through reinforced unshatterable plastic. He was beginning to make a dent in it.

"There's got to be a way to help him," she said. "We can't just leave him. I won't."

Dimo, Oggie and Maxim shared a look between them, as Agatha turned around and began rifling through the old abandoned lab for any leftover supplies. They'd been in the middle of scavenging when they ran into Vole, and then they had to trick him into the isolation chamber to trap him, but Agatha had already been checking this lab, and she remembered there was an intact supply cabinet in the corner.

She found needles, still in their sterile packaging, and a syringe.

"It's in the blood, isn't it?" she asked, setting everything on the table.

"It iz," Dimo admitted reluctantly. "But Hy dunno if it vill vork. Hy haff neffer seen anyvun try on a Jager dis far gone before."

"I'm still going to try," she said firmly. "Are you in?"

The Jagers stared at her for a moment, something quiet and solemn in their expression--before Oggie ruined the moment by sniffling loudly.

"Ve iz vit hyu, Miztress," Oggie declared, his voice shaky.

[burstdusoleil-blog]

"...ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇs ᴡᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ? ɪ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴇʟꜰ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ..."

“ Je...vould like to say non, but je ‘ave to admit zat I s’ink about zem very often.

Zey are not children, but wizz’out moi, je worries about how indeependont zey can be wizzout me. Je sure vous knows zis already, but home iz cruel miztress. “

[customsclub-blog]

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[pimpiknows]

She's the resident chameleon of MIT Faculty of Creative Arts... Blond Afro one day, black undercut the next. 👊 #Otara #SouthAuckland #Miztress #TeamPoly #Afro #Samoa

[viciousmatriarch]

Normalize boys being sweet pretty angel babes that need cuddles who also are deliciously masculine. 🤤

[viciousmatriarch]

Boy in a skirt. 🥵😈😵‍💫🤤

[viciousmatriarch]

Waking up to you wriggling down between my legs on a cold morning. Your tongue gently patting me awake before your fingers slide in. My fingers entangled your hair as you enjoy your breakfast and I enjoy my favourite alarm clock.

[viciousmatriarch]

Just thinking about being a really bad mommy. I know you don't drink baby but if I pour this Champagne through my pussy you'll drink it all. You'll open your mouth and drink it like it's liquid gold. Such a good boy. Let those bubbles go to your head darling. I'll take good care of you.

[viciousmatriarch]

Thinking about letting you bring a little girlfriend home so you can show me how you treat her right. Then setting a timer for you to get her to cum. If you don't get her there in time mommy will show you how to do it right while you shamefully sit in chastity watching. Don't worry baby, you can lick mommys strap when she's done with it.

[viciousmatriarch]

"Why don't you open that naughty mouth for me Princess?!" He did it immediately. He could not think anymore, he was so turned on it was all he could do to stop himself from taking hold of his cock to rub it until it released him from the cloud of arousal.

[viciousmatriarch]

Wouldnt you look ever so pretty tied to my bed. Arms outstretched so I could lick my way from that perfect hip to your lats. On both sides. You'd be in danger of drowning when I finally needed to sit down.

[viciousmatriarch]

Just a Domina dreaming of an enchanted tower, her bestest boy and days of freedom. I'm going to make you make every noise I love to hear. I'm going to love on you with every piece of my wicked, dirty, dominant soul. I don't own you, but you will be mine. I will take your mind and your ego from you and hold it safe in my hands.

[viciousmatriarch]

I need your face under my boot while you say thank you mommy. Need.

[viciousmatriarch]

Just thinking wholesome thoughts about your head on my lap while i write, stopping to pat your head periodically. Watching you would eventually turn my words to smut though. You'd reach down to readjust yourself through your underwear and leave your hand sitting there. I wouldn't be able to look away. Eventually you'd meet my eye and ask me "whatsup" and I'd say "nothing" because I wouldn't be able to think of any other words. The beast would stir and you would become mine. My prey. My snack. My toy. My moaning, dripping, begging play thing.