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For the love of God can someone squeeze my boobs and call me princess before I wither away

Getting a bulge pic in response to a selfie is pretty neat ngl

ashes to ashes, dust to dust, reeses to pieces

How to make your submissive feel owned;

1. Challenge them.

Don’t be lazy when giving tasks. Give them a task that allows them to impress you. If you tell them to wear a certain color of panties/underpants, you are giving them a very closed task. It’s either failed or succeeded. Be creative and they will be.

2. Think about them.

As a Submissive they will idealy think of you a lot. Return the favour. Message them when you miss them. Remember important things for them. You may care, but you have to make them feel like you care.

3. Listen to them.

Be open to their suggestions, their issues, the things they wish to talk about. Often when someone tells you of a problem, they know you can’t provide a solution… They merely want a listening ear, so provide it.

4. Have fun with them outside of kink.

Watch a movie with them, joke with them, flirt. Dare to be silly and be open to just stepping outside the little comfortzone that is kink. They aren’t just your plaything, and they deserve to be more.

5. Be honest.

If something disatisfies you about them, tell them. Don’t be rude, don’t be mean, but let them know. Nothing’s worse than feeling something is wrong and not knowing what. At least give them the chance to improve on it, if you cannot ignore it.

6. Communicate.

Communication is so vital. I know it pretty much what I said in the past few points, but it deserves one on its own. Don’t just mindlessly churn out tasks, don’t just play. Be a friend to them.

7. Don’t turn your back on them.

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows in any relationships. Things may go shitty in their life, or they may go shitty in your life. If they ask for your help, at the very least, make sure you are there to listen how you can help and if you can help.

8. Give rules and guidelines.

When you aren’t around leave specific instruction on what to do and when; Then in spite of your absence they will still feel like they are pleasing you.

9. Be trustworthy.

Nothing makes you feel less of a person than being lied to. You are their owner, you are responsible for them. If you don’t make yourself worthy of that right, it’s not ending well.

10. Work on it!

Seriously. Don’t be lazy. Don’t slack off. How would you treat them if they did? You have expectations, but you also have duties and if you don’t fulfill those duties you will sooner or later lose them to someone who will.

Pretty please?

Your husband took you on a picnic. Taking you to a lovely secluded spot where it was just the two of you. Once the blanket is spread, he reaches out and takes off your hat. Then he lifts your sundress over your head. Tossing it onto the blanket as your hat is put back on you. Next is your bra and panties. Leaving you in your pretty hat, garter belt, stockings, and your heels.

When you try to cover yourself, he doesn't let you. Telling you that your modesty is for the world, but you are his whore. His hands spread your legs. You can feel him eyeing his property. And you blush, but don't discourage him.

He let's you feed him. Letting you fulfill that need to take care of others. To please him not just with your holes but your service.

When the food is gone, you find yourself in his arms. The warm sunlight on your skin. Your eyes closed as you enjoy how wonderfully empty your brain is. No anxiety. No insecurities screaming in your head. Just the satisfaction of being a good wife.

Silence speaks too. No one mind you being busy, but if you’re serious about connecting with someone, disappearing without a word isn’t the way. People remember how you make them feel, just something to keep in mind.

the concept of someone you’re into masturbating to the thought of you really is just one of the absolute hottest things ever

Yes please?

Imagine 🥺 ..

You remember meeting your husband. It was a summer internship you had been accepted for. And your husband to be was your boss. You made so many mistakes at first. He was so patient and corrected you. Again and again. But the third time you made the same mistake, he lost his temper.

You found yourself over his lap. Even with your dress down and panties covering, it hurt. But being over an older man's lap, getting a spanking you deserved had you wet. Over the weekend you replayed the memory over and over again while masterbating.

The following Monday, he apologized, pointing how you could get ahold of HR. You just smiled and said you deserved it. The spankings continued. And your masterbation became more frequent.

As your masterbation increased, the hem lengths of your skirts went up. You were being a little cock tease and you knew it. Flashing your panties or lack of them.

One day, you were called into his office. "There are multiple complaints to HR about your attire." His hand grabbing your wrists before he slaps you. "You work for me. Your appearance and behavior reflect on me. Didn't you have a father to teach you how to behave?"

Anger coloring his face. "Do you think you are the first silly little girl who thinks being a cocktease will get her promoted? Maybe you should learn what happens to whores like you."

Your flimsy panties torn away. His hand covering your mouth as you can hear the rest of the office working. Pinned to the wall as he raped you. "Did you just cum from being raped?" He snarled into your ear. And you had.

When he finished, he looked at you with disgusting. "Go home and tomorrow come back not looking Iike a whore."

You rubbed yourself raw that afternoon. Replaying every detail. The smell of his colonge and skin. How helpless you felt. The satisfaction of getting a man off. How even raping you, he was better than your fumbling boyfriend.

The next day, you went into his office. In a much more modest outfit. As wonderful as getting what you deserved had been, disappointing him seemed like a fate worse than he'll.

"Sign this. It's your resignation letter. It's clear you need a man with a firm hand taking care of you. And I can't date subordinates. So you need to quit. Be ready for me to pick you up at eight. Wear something dressy. I am taking you somewhere nice."

And he did. Not long after, you dropped out of college. Now you are a happy housewife.

I think it'd be really cool if someone saw how pathetic and useless I am and decided that I'm their property now and they're gonna take care of me.

tumblr mutuals are meant for rape

ⓘ this user is a horny slut

Plugged in Public

I wrote this a long time ago but I still like it, enjoy!

“Okay, you are not ready for this,” I said, leaning across the table, my voice low, eyes burning. Sara set her latte down, already grinning, practically vibrating with curiosity.

“God, tell me everything,” she begged, leaning in close.

I could feel my pulse race just thinking about it. “Last night... I met him. That guy. You know.”

Sara’s eyes sparkled. “Ohhh, this is gonna be good, isn’t it?”

“Better. Way fucking better.” I blew out a shaky breath. “So I’m getting ready—just a cute dress, feeling flirty but nothing wild—and as I’m about to head out, he texts me: ‘Wear the plug you showed me.’ Just like that. No emoji. No softening. Just... command.”

Sara’s jaw dropped. “Stop.”

“Oh, he did not stop. And the craziest part? I did it. I fucking did it, Sara. I slid it in, standing there in front of the mirror like—am I really this girl now? My heart was racing, my thighs were shaking... and it felt so dirty, I was dripping before I even left.”

“Bitch.” Sara’s voice was a sharp whisper, eyes wide. “I’m obsessed already. What did he say when you told him?”

I swallowed, my pulse thudding hard. “I texted: ‘On my way.’ And he just replied: ‘Good girl.’ That was it. Two words. But holy fuck, Sara... it hit so deep. I was wet, I was aching. It was like I was already his before I even saw him.”

Sara pressed her hand to her chest. “Oh my God. Okay, then what? Did he do anything when you got there?”

I bit my lip, heat rushing back like I was right there again. “He was already at the bar. Leaning back, drink in hand, looking like he knew. The second his eyes hit me... that smile? Fucking lethal. He hugged me—and his hand dipped low,just enough to graze the top of my ass. Right over it. His mouth brushed my ear and he whispered, ‘You look incredible. And I bet you feel even better.’”

Sara made an actual choking noise. “Shut up. Did he bring it up again? Did he... say anything?”

“Not at first,” I said, voice shaking with the memory. “We sat, ordered drinks, talking like normal people... but every shift of my hips, every single time I crossed my legs—I felt it. That stretch, that constant pressure. And I knew he knew.”

“Oh my God,” Sara hissed.

“And then—God.” I closed my eyes, heart pounding all over again. “He leaned in, his breath hot on my neck, and said, ‘Clench for me.’ Just like that. Casual as hell, like he was asking about my drink.”

Sara’s eyes went huge. “AT THE BAR?”

“At the fucking bar,” I laughed breathlessly. “And girl... I did it. I clenched. And his eyes? He looked at me like I was his toy. Like he owned me.”

“Jesus,” Sara muttered, fanning herself. “Okay but what happened after? Did you leave together?”

I shook my head, biting down on a grin. “Not exactly. He walked me to my car. It was dark, quiet. And he didn’t waste a second. He pressed me up against the door, his body so tight against mine. His hands? Straight to my ass. Full grip. And then...”

Sara’s nails dug into my arm. “Tell me.”

“He spread me open. Like... fully. Right there. His fingers slid between my thighs and he growled, ‘Just making sure it’s still where it should be.’”

Sara gasped, eyes wild. “NO.”

“Oh, yeah. And then—*oh my God, Sara—*he pressed it deeper. His fingers... they slipped lower, felt how soaked I was. He didn’t even say anything at first. Just this deep, dirty laugh. Like he knew.”

Sara had her hand over her mouth, practically shaking. “You’re killing me. Did you guys...?”

“He kissed me. Hard. Hands gripping my ass, holding me open. I’ve never felt so... exposed, so fucking turned on. He didn’t take me home. Not that night. But the way he looked at me when I got in the car? Like he was already planninghow to ruin me next.”

Sara groaned, fanning herself wildly. “I can’t. You have to see him again. And you have to tell me every filthy detail.”

“Oh, you’ll be the first to know,” I promised, pulling out my phone, my heart already hammering just thinking about what might be next.

I am once again reaffirming that I should not have to work this hard for this little money.

If I didn’t want to have to weed through all the scams I’d start looking for a sugar daddy 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

having car sex in the rain with someone you are in love with

Casual displays of dominance in public🤤🤤 like yes please grab my thigh while i’m sitting next to you and keep rubbing in circles so there’s no way i can forget it’s there, YES grab me by the hips or waist at any point bc you just want to feel me or because im just too cute and you have to keep a hold on me😣😣 pls ask me what i want at restaurants and order for me without me asking..idc im yours all yours to do whatever you want with just PLEASE touch me and give me ur attention 24/7

You want me as your submissive?

Then be more than dominance in name 

Be presence. Be patience. Be permanence.

I need someone who sees me.

Who holds me close on the good days, and tighter on the bad.

Someone whose hands don’t just touch,

but soothe, claim, anchor.

Be the one I want to kneel for 

not out of fear, but reverence.

Be my protector, my shelter, my storm.

Save me from the chaos behind my eyes,

from the spirals I can’t always escape.

Let your voice be the rope that pulls me back.

Let your touch be the silence that stills the noise.

You want my head bowed?

Then be the one I can lift my eyes to,

and see not just power but understanding.

Be the one who hurts with purpose,

who crafts pain into poetry.

Who loves with ferocity,

and holds with a tenderness

that feels like coming home.

And in return?

You will have me.

All of me.

For as long as your heart dares to hold mine.

i want you to think for me. control my brain. make me your doll. soon, i wont need a leash to be attached to you. i'll be following along, mindlessly.

Him: I love you

Me: Thanks..but why?

Oh…this…this is so cruel yet…I’d be soaked

This is absolutely one of my favorite things. Getting them all riled up and melty all in one breath. Doling out encouragement and degradation in the same statement. Making them a little bit more yours with each passing word. It's delicious.

If anyone is waiting for an audio from me, know it's coming soon 🤭😈

Looking for a live in Slut/ gf Must be a Slut forever

girls who get dumber and droolier and more affectionate the more you kiss their necks and feel them up and play with their mouths. sighh

yeah so its clinical, the doc says i have a severe case of dumb slut syndrome 

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