I Don't See How This Is A Punishment

Can I bite you? Can I can I please? I really want to bite you. I want to bite you hard. C’mon please?? It’ll be worth it. Yes it’s gunna hurt but I have to bite you. I absolutely have to do it. I can’t live without it. So just say yes. Say yes. Tell me I can bite you. Tell me that when I bite you that you consent. I’m going to bite you so please. Please consent. Please I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have to. I just need this. I can’t live without your blood dripping down my chin. You have to say yes. You’ll look so pretty with wounds in you. So you’ll say yes and you’ll say please and you’ll scream. I’m going to bite you. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. You’ll be fine. This wouldn’t have been so hard if you had just said yes. Please, enjoy it. You have to enjoy it. You’re going to enjoy it. You want this I love you. I’m going to bite down now. Stop talking, you want this.

Low-key the idea of an asshole perv butch has been killing me recently. Like. Manspreads so much that their knee always has some form of contact with my leg. Ogles me with zero shame or excuse, doesn’t look away when I catch them. Slaps my ass and squeezes my tits whenever they want to cop a feel. Calls me dollface and sugar tits and any other objectifying nicknames they can think of that I probably shouldn’t like but will anyway. Always having an arm slung around my shoulders or their hand on my lower back, or dragging me by my hand so they don’t lose me while we walk, because they want everyone to know I’m theirs. Drags me into whatever alley they want whenever they please to press me again the wall and take a kiss. Leans into my ear from behind and tells me whatever dirty thought is in their mind no matter where we are. Texts me all the time to tell me (not ask) to send a picture of my boobs or of whatever panties I’m wearing. Means it when they say cringy shit like “without me?” when I say I need to shower. Refers to themself as Daddy casually and unironically. Calls me “the Mrs”. Wakes me up in the morning with a hand groping me and their hips grinding into my ass. Takes me wherever and whenever they wants and claims a piece of my underwear as their “souvenir”. Ruffles my hair condescendingly. Buys me drink after drink because they know that I’m more pliable drunk and they can take care of me however they want.

They also have a cliche sweet side that only I know about, but I’m tired so I’ll detail that another day maybe

forcing a cute girl on her knees and lifting her chin up roughly with one hand so her eyes meet mine and scratching behind her ear with my other hand while saying in a happy yet condescending voice, "whos a useless little faggot? is it you? hm? why dont you bark for me mutt?" until she understands that she is so far below me that she might as well worship me like a goddess

transitioning is so cool. like i've become the hot girlfriend in a big tshirt and panties that all the movies told me about!! it's so fun and hot

here’s what so many ppl misunderstand about the psychology of certain brats. not all brats, but a lot of us.

we don’t brat because we’re better, cooler, tougher, harder, or more fun than all you sweet good obedient little subs.

we brat because we also want to be sweet good obedient little subs—we just don’t know how to release control like you do.

sometimes it’s bc we’ve been conditioned to believe that submission is weak. other times it’s bc we’ve been conditioned to believe that we don’t deserve to receive pleasure, or attention, or dominance from another. sometimes we don’t believe our submission is desirable enough to offer it.

so we fight, and tease, and sass, and deny—until someone breaks us down and proves to us that our submission is wanted. needed, even. until someone shows us we can still be safe if we aren’t in control. until someone shows us that losing our control ≠ giving up our power. until someone shows us that we deserve the chance to be good too. just as good as you<3

take your clothes off and get on the bed what no we aren’t having sex right now we’re cuddling and pressing every inch of skin together as close as possible for the next six hours

The best lifetime supply to possibly exist:

approaching 200 followers so i think i'll do a giveaway for one (1) lucky follower by getting them pregnant

This website is full of horny people who want attention but are too shy to talk to anyone else. So let's see if we can make some miracles happen

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