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Need to be a stim/fidget toy for someone, just let them feel me up and play with to relax, not paying attention to how much I squirm when they pinch me or prob my holes. Not being allowed to talk cuz "toys don't speak, only make noises when you squeeze them", just being an obedient toy for them to play, not even their main focus, just something to fidget while they read a book or watch TV

Ugh the need to be good for them is so strong I can't

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So tired, but I can't quite sleep, after trying for hours I can't help but think of a nice sub helping me take the edge off, serving me with her mouth because she's just so eager to help, she knows sleep is hard for me and nothing else seems to work, so I barely get the words out before she's there already.

Nice and slow and relaxing, she knows that this isn't a time I'm going to be rough, I'll save that for after I've had some sleep.

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I’m so sore this morning..

My cunt has been so sensitive since I’ve stopped touching it to edge, only grazing my button and stuffing my ass. Daddy barely touched my dripping pussy before I was begging to cum.

He ordered me to sit on His face, as He loves to devour me and watch me crumble. He had me keep cumming, never quite letting up on His assault, it kept me whining and dumb until I couldn’t hold myself up. (♡﹃♡)

He stuffed my cunt with His cock and I came almost instantly, whining and panting as He never stopped fucking what He owned. He let me cum as much as I wanted and then forced me to cum until I couldn’t take it. (,,>﹏<,,) It was only when I started begging that He allowed me a break, soothing me and telling me I did so good for Him.

Then He woke me up in the night with His cock in my mouth, making sure I remember that my holes are His to use any time. (⁄⁄ω⁄⁄) ♡

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aw, you want me to hit you, angel? okay, are you gonna say please? are you gonna kneel for me & nuzzle my knuckles like a good pet? go on... kiss the hand you want me to hurt you with.

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pathetic puppy whining at your feet begging for any sort of pain just to see you enjoy its cries

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*shaking can of coins* full weight on top of me? full weight on top of me please???

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Good Girls Cum When They’re Told

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His book was open in one hand, the other idly resting in my hair. I was curled across the couch with my head in his lap, legs tucked under me, quiet and content in that kind of soft silence that doesn’t need to be filled.

He was reading. I was thinking.

Thinking about something we’d talked about days ago. Something that hadn’t left me since.

I didn’t mean to break the silence. But I think he could feel it—how still I’d gone. How quiet my breathing was when I was turning something over in my head.

“Tell me,” he said, eyes still on the page.

I hesitated. “It’s dumb.”

“Mmm. Try me.”

So I did.

“I’ve just… been thinking about what I said the other day. About denial. About how it makes me feel like I’m a bad sub for wanting too much. It’s still sitting heavy.”

He closed the book—not abruptly, just with intention—and looked down at me, fingers threading deeper into my hair.

“It’s not dumb,” he said, and there was nothing casual in his voice anymore. “You were honest.”

I swallowed, heart suddenly thudding harder against my ribs. “It’s just—when denial is the default, it makes me feel broken. Like I have to apologize for needing to cum. Like I’m greedy. Messy. Wrong.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just kept looking at me with that steady, thoughtful focus that always makes me feel like I’ve just been read.

Then, quietly but firmly, he said: “‘Good girls don’t cum’ is a load of crap.” His fingers tightened slightly in my hair. “Good girls cum when they’re told.”

My breath caught—half shock, half relief, half arousal. (Yes, I know that’s too many halves, but that’s how it felt.) He set the book aside completely now, both hands on me, grounded and deliberate.

“Your orgasms live inside you,” he continued, voice low and sure, “but they don’t belong to you anymore. You gave them to me.”

I shifted, sat up, legs folding under me as I faced him fully now. Eye to eye. He didn’t let go of my hair.

“They’re yours to command,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.

“And yours to surrender,” he replied. “You don’t have to want it. You don’t even have to understand it in the moment. If I tell you to cum, you do.”

I nodded, already feeling that ache start to bloom between my legs. The one that came not from being denied, but from being claimed.

“I don’t cum for me anymore,” I said quietly.

His lips curled in the barest smile.

“No, pet. You cum for me. Because I say so. Because it pleases me. Because you’re a good girl.”

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Naps are a forbidden technique, I think. If you pull them off just right you'll access a pool of near-endless rejuvenating power, but if you mess up some inscrutable part of the ritual your vitality and might will be sapped and you'll be left at the mercy of your opponents

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i wanna make a sadist worse...i want to make such cute noises and suffer so prettily that they can't help but want to hurt me more and more

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I saw her face and immediately had the urge to rub my bulge all over her pretty face.

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spit in her mouth and slap her around