#possessive domme

[cerulean-dragonfly]

Biting and sucking on his neck to remind him who he belongs to as I finger his slutty little hole 💕

[therealgothsub]

[yesmissnyx]

Coming up behind them...slipping a hand down between their legs without warning...squeezing just a little too hard...grip just a little too possessive...

"This is mine. You know that right? Alllll mine..."

"Mine to play with. Mine to fuck. Mine to tease until you're begging and crying for me to let you cum, tears running down your pretty face..."

"You're so lucky I'm greedy... Otherwise, I might not let you use it at all..."

"So...don't you dare forget who this belongs to. If I catch you forgetting...if I catch you doing ANYTHING without my permission..."

"...I just might keep my hands to myself, and let you suffer as a reminder~ 💕"

[kissesandarsenic]

I've had the biggest craving this week to write my name across a sub's cock as an act of possession, literally going feral thinking about it.

And yeah, I could do it in a permanent marker. Fuck myself on their my cock until we're both shaking and overstimulated.

But also. What if I tattooed it on there? So no matter what happened between us, you'd always look down and know exactly who you belong to. And who you'll always come crawling back to.

[gfdthings]

Current mood

Going feral over the concept of just... slowly backing my sweet sub against a wall. Not touching them yet, just leisurely entering their space and them naturally stepping back to accommodate.

After a few times, their eyes meet mine and confusion turns to vulnerability as they see my preditory gaze reflected back at them. One more step and their back is against the wall, my sub's pulse quickening through the soft skin of their neck. The realization comes that there's nowhere to hide.

Another step leaves me pressed against them, one hand in their hair and another slipped under their shirt. A slow, sensual kiss under the ear and a few whispered words is all it takes for their eyes to grow hazy as their thoughts vanish in bliss ❤️🦋

[dreamingroleplayer]

Long entangling hair being used as a metaphor for possessiveness, infatuation and/or psychological dependence

If you're like this you won't need to find me I'm already at your door and possibly with a leash in my mouth (I'm very normal about this)

[therealgothsub]

In mood for someone to completely take away my control 🫠

To overpower me, own me even 😵‍💫

Or …

maybe I just want a hug😂

[gravesofhell]

I wanna be a good boy.

[gfdthings]

~ Kissing a virgin ~

Characters are OCs, a kinda true story about me and my sub's first kiss ❤️🦋

TW: possession, mild corruption

We were in his dorm room, working on a group project that had been assigned by our rather vindictive professor. Alex was working diligently at his desk as I was sprawled out on his sofa.

I sighed and shook out my fingers, sore after drawing out our project on the poster board beside me. "All done?" Alex murmured, pausing the fierce drumbeat coming from his keyboard for a moment.

"Yeah. All done." I was in charge of the poster, and Alex was in charge of the writeup. I took a second to clean up my scattered supplies, before looking over to his concentrated form.

When the professor had called out our parner assignments, I had scarcely believed my luck. Ever since Alex Mason has ghosted into the lecture hall, I had developed a deep, intense crush on him. His shy nature, soft voice, and adorable round glasses made it very hard to concentrate on anything the professor was saying from that day forward.

I wanted nothing more to take adantage of him. To hear that quiet voice moan, to see his eyes widen in fear... just those thoughts made me shudder with desire. Through a bit of light internet stalking, I found that he was single, and a major nerd. He didn't have many friends and tended to work alone, which meant he didn't leave his dorm room save for a few times for food or class. I couldn't move my seat, so I was forced to stare from a distance, wait, and hope. Being invited to his dorm room, well, that had put so many ideas into my head that I had taken the night off.

"And... finished." Alex's sweet voice snapped me out of my day dreaming as he leaned back in his chair and brushed his hair out of his face, another of his manerisms that I found adorable. I stood up and leaned over him, looking through his report.

"It looks amazing!" I was genuinely impressed. Our professor was notorious for never giving an A, but I thought that even he would have a challenge this time around. I turned to face Alex, and felt my heart skip a beat as tinge of red spread across his cheeks.

"Oh, uh... thanks." I could hear a slight bit of pride in his voice. Being this close to him made my heart flutter, but I did my best to keep it under control. I didn't want to scare him off.

"So what now?" I asked the first thing that came to mind as I leaned back against his desk, stalling for time. I didn't want to leave. This was the closest I'd ever been to him for any amount of time, and already my brain was running wild. I didn't want it to end.

"I guess we just turn it in." Alex took his glasses off and cleaned them with his shirt, a common tick of his. "We've worked for so long on this that I don't even want to check it over." We both chuckled, but my gaze couldn't help but slide down to his lips. They looked so soft and kissable that it took every ounce of my self control to stop jumping on him and kissing those lips right then and there.

I was so hypnotized by those lips that I looked away a little too late, and Alex noticed my eyes locked on him. The blush that had been fading now came back with a vengance, staining his cheeks in an adorable red. "Wha.. what were you stairing at?" He whispered, confusion in his voice.

I only had a moment to think, but before I could second-guess myself I just said the first thing at the top of my mind. "You," I blurted, feeling my cheeks warm involuentraily.

A deeper, darker red spread over his face, as if he had been left outside of a cold winter's day. I couldn't help but look down to his neck, where the sight of his pulse beating through his skin made my heart (among other things) throb. "Why?" Alex froze, staring up at me with wide, nervous eyes. Eyes that made me want to move us to the bed right behind me and do unspeakable things.

I don't now what God or Goddess of courage possessed me then, but I knew I had to take the chance I saw sitting adorably in front of me. "Your adorable eyes, your beautiful voice, your amazing mind. I could name so many things," I whispered, inching closer as his breathing quickened. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to kiss you since the day you walked into our class."

I was standing over him now, staring deeply into his deer-in-the-headlights expression. Alex was breathing so slowly that it almost looked like he had forgotten how to. I didn't want to force anything, but it was getting harder and harder not too. It took a few seconds before his shaky response came: "I, uh..." he gulped, looking away. "I don't think I'd mind that." He wiped his now sweaty hands on his back as I froze. The tables had turned. There was no way that he could be this adorable, this vulnerable, in front of me.

I moved without thinking, reaching down to place a hand under his chin and gently directing his gaze up into mine. Alex let out the tiniest whimper, but it was enough to turn my thoughts feral. It was getting harder and harder to resist pouncing on him, but I wanted this to last, to be more than a momentary glimmer in my life. I wanted to make him mine. I wanted him to crave me as I craved him. So I forced myself to ask. "Are you sure?" My reply barely above a whisper.

He gave a shaky nod, and that was all it took. I sat horizontally across his lap, brushing my hair to one side with one hand as my other grasped his chin firmly, pulling his lips to mine. His lips were like velvet, indescribably soft under mine as I kissed him. I soaked in his presence, his body, his everything. His whimpers that grew louder and louder as I nibbled on his lower lip. His nails digging deeper into my back with every kiss. The bulge that was steadily growing against my thigh. I felt my thoughts slow as every single iota of focus narrowed on Alex and the feeling of him under me.

Eventually we broke apart, both gasping for air. I quickly composed myself, brushing some loose hair behind an ear as I took in what a few moments with me at the wheel had done to him. A frazzled expression plastered across his face as he stammered, his brain trying to form a coherent thought. "Was that okay?" I asked, already knowing what his answer was.

Alex gave another shaky nod, before trying to move and realizing that I was still sitting in his lap. And I wasn't going anywhere. "That," he murmured, still out of breath, "was... uh... my first kiss." He shifted awkwardly under me, trying to fix the problem in his underwear. I raised an eyebrow and gave a soft smile as another blush ran across his sweaty face.

"Was it all that you'd hoped for?" My heart was setting off fireworks in my chest, but I forced myself to act calm and not show how close my heart was to exploding in ecstacy. Alex nodded again, quicker this time, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to hear it from him. I leaned in, past his wide-eyed gaze, until my lips were right next to his ear. "Use your words, dear." I pulled back and reveled in seeing his mind go into overdrive.

After a few moments, he was finally able to collect himself enough to whisper one broken word. "Everything."

I took his chin in my hand again, swooning as he instinctively moved to meet my desire. Alex was putty in my hands, and yet I was putty in his. He just didn't know what seeing him like this did to me. I let my gaze rest on his, seeing the need reflected back at me. "Do you want more?"

There was no hesitation this time. "Please," he whispered, desperation seeping into his voice. I didn't need more of an invitation. My lips latched onto his, my tongue exploring his mouth as his whimpers grew louder and louder. I pulled away a few times to catch my breath, before diving back in deeper than before. I could feel my desires weaving into his soul, my wishes forging connections in his mind. He was mine, and now he couldn't deny it. But there was one last thing I needed, one desire I had to let out.

We broke apart again and I sat back, letting him catch his breath. I needed to know that he wanted more. More of me, more of this. I waited until his eyes met mine before I asked. "I want to mark you. May I?"

"Mark? Like... like a hickey?" I saw that idea worm into his mind, eating away at other thoughts before there was nothing left but it. Alex gulped, and his pulse quickened under his skin. "Just... please be gentle."

I locked eyes with him, seeing my preditory gaze reflected back in his glasses. "Don't worry your pretty head," I whispered, sneaking a hand into his hair and carefully pulling his head back, exposing Alex's beautiful neck. "I will be."

[your-gracious-owner]

I need a sub who will hump my leg if they miss me and cry when they cum. Is that too much to ask for?

Am I an unreasonable girl?

[sapphic-delight]

I love using possessive pet names. You are mine baby girl and only mine

[pathetic-tboy]

possessive domme whos so nice to the girl hitting on you. saying "oh no, hes taken, sorry" and giving you a little kiss on the cheek for emphasis. the girl apologizes profusely and they get to chatting, all while youre rubbing your thighs together because you KNOW what shes going to do to you when you get home (shes going to tie you up and bounce you on her cock roughly while slapping you and force you to say youre her property until youre sobbing)

[mommyownsmee]

Being possessive

because you belong to me- and me alone.

„You’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you?“

„I bet you’d do anything for my approval right now.“

„Look at you, desperate for my attention.“

„You’re pathetic without me telling you what to do.“

„Beg for me. Let me hear how badly you want it.“

„You can’t even think straight without me, can you?“

„Such a pretty braindead whore.“

„My nails would feel so good trailing down your spine.“

„You’ll come only when I’ve heard you beg properly.“

„You belong to me, body and soul.“

„No one else gets to see this side of you. Only me.“

„I own every part of you.“

„You’re mine, and I don’t share.“

„Every moan, every shiver—those are mine to control.“

„You exist to please me, and I know you love it.“

„You’re my perfect little whore.“

„You’re mine. You’ll never belong to anyone else.“

„Every inch of you is mine to control.“

„You’re my property.“

„You don’t need anyone else. You have me.“

„You’re mine. Completely, undeniably mine.“

„Don’t you dare try to resist me. It’s pointless.“

„I’ve ruined you for anyone else, and you love it.“

„Your heart, your body, your soul—they’re all mine.“

„I’ve made you so weak for me, haven’t I?“

„I made you this way. Dependent. Obedient. Mine.“

„You don’t get a choice. You’re mine to command.“

„I don’t care what you want. You exist to please me.“

„Every inch of your skin belongs to me.“

„I’ve memorized every sound you make, and they’re mine.“

„Your body responds only to me, doesn’t it?“

„You’ll never find satisfaction without me.“

„Every time you touch yourself, you’ll think of me.“

„You’re completely mine, and I’ll never let you forget it.“

„No one else will ever make you feel the way I do.“

„You’re not allowed to touch yourself unless I tell you to.“

„I own your pleasure. I decide when you feel it.“

„You’re mine, from the way you breathe to the way you break.“

[gfdthings]

Hey that post about a first kiss was really wholesome, I loved it! Even better that it’s a true story🥺

Hope you guys are still together, you guys are cute☺️🖤

Awe, thank you! ❤️🦋

I say that it was a kinda true story because the lead up was a little different (I knew him from before that class). But that moment at his desk? All true 🥰

Lets just say I had to loan him my scarf for the walk to dinner (and some time after) ❤️

And yes, we are still together 🥰

[kissesandarsenic]

Yes, corruption kink as a dominant is fun and all. But consider an obsessive submissive that forces and manipulates you into being the dom of their dreams through all sorts of underhanded tactics.

All so they can reveal the terrible things they’ve done at the end and let you take all that frustration and anger out on their cute vindictive little self.

[moonlitkissing]

Been thinking about putting my hand on a boy's throat - not choking him, just letting it rest there, feeling his pulse quicken, watching his pupils dilate as I ghost my nails over his soft neck, admiring the contrast my rings create to his skin