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He is mad because I taste like his fathers kisses and his father never loved him like he loved me smh
*Ham says something rude to any other person*
Washington: *triggered* exCUSE ME!!
It's good to like everyone of my posts like a good and obsessed loser.
It's even better to share my content and spread the word to all your loserfriends, that princess anna is the best findomme in the universe and that everyone should bow down and serve her.
But the best option is to tribute me. Send an Amazon gc to Anna.rose96@web.de, begin a proper conversation and get mindfucked, broke and lucky.
Start your journey today, puppet.
Red lips, Big tits, glasses on, nngh, can't hold it in.
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Most in common I will ever have with hot girls is dripping precum from my chastity cage for them while I imagine they are getting stretched by real cocks 😍
It’s a small thing but something that always triggers me on the Underground is Pretty Little Thing posters. Do an image search for PLT if you’re not familiar. All the models seem to be particularly hot. The clothing gives the impression of being raunchy and revealing but isn’t especially. It’s just tight and occasionally short or low cut. The models look like they’d be good at laughing at and humiliating little boys who are too easily aroused.
There’s a trend at the moment of girls posting videos of themselves walking into a room and an audio clip playing asking them “why aren’t you in uniform?” I think the audio clip is Squidward from Spongebob but I’m too old, that show passed me by. Anyway, the girl walks out of shot, usually backwards, and then returns seconds later wearing a bikini or a maid outfit or something equally revealing and provocative.
The more I see these videos the more I find myself thinking about coming home for the day to a girlfriend who initially treats me normally and like an equal before eventually taking on a more severe tone and asking me “Why are you not in uniform?” Which triggers me into subspace. I immediately get changed into a short, frilly French maid outfit and spend the evening vacantly doing whatever I’m told, my erection bobbing around ridiculously as I do so, before I’m brought out of subspace and don’t remember a thing.
Just saw a picture of a woman in hot pants and it triggered me into ordering some French knickers for myself.