You May Be In Her Dms, But I’m Tied Up And Blindfolded In Her Basement While Wearing A Collar And Leash.

Im having fun thinking of finishing myself off in front of a sub. They can do nothing but helplessly watch in their soaked pampers as I cum in front of them. Inevitably they'll look up at me with that stupid blushing horny expression expecting me to include them. That's when I'll slap them across the face with my hand still covered in cum. The closest they'll be getting to tasting and feeling it for a long time.

Don't ask me to go "full Dad" because it's going to be 10% "Come here and let Dad use your little body" and 90% of "Are the chores done? Have you cleaned your room? Why are so many cups in your night stand? How long has this half drank bottle of water has been under your bed? Did you put your clothes with the laundry? Set the table, food is almost ready"

prey top x predator bottom.

Horror-obsessed stalker boy who leaves you, his goth/emo darling, dead birds and mice

Need a dumb, needy pup to come hump and grind on my thigh til they make a mess of themselves while I grope them and tell them how good they're being for me

a boy is a doll with buttons you can press to hear pre-recorded voicelines such as “what are you doing?” “nonono stop” “that hurts” “i trusted you!” and “miserable uncontrollable sobbing” you can get your own boy for free with just a bit of patience, covert manipulation, and sadism

lovingly sucking gock, just,,,, making a girl feel good, but also caressing her hips and tits and tummy~♡ looking up at her with a cute expression making her melt while I gag on her cock 💖 slowly kissing her tip and stroking her so she cums all over my face and down my throat 💕 I want her all whiney and nervous just enjoying herself

learning for your next yucky job just to get this professional validation? kickstarting your career? no we'll do something more fun. when you were a child people treated you like an adult, you were oh so gifted. too grown up and proud to learn animals by imitating their sound.

but hey lucky you. we'll be doing just that.

oh no, it's completely fine to be shy about it. you're just learning darling. we don't have to go so fast. take your time. what does the cow say? "mu... mooh" oh you did such a great job darling. look how proud you are. I can tell by you pretty reed cheeks and this big smile that's not trying to hide. you know what? that's already enaugh for today we have plenty of time

cant stop thinking about being a predator at the mercy of prey.

muzzled, hands roughly tied behind my back, remote controlled vibe pressed up against my cock that the prey can control. choke collar chained to the wall down low near the floor so that i'm forced to sit, trying to stand up or get at the prey causes me to suffocate myself.

they're still clearly terrified of me, but the intoxicating power starts to get to their head. they start out at a safe distance, raising and lowering the vibrations and watching me pull at the restraints with snarls low in my throat. eventually they'll start to develop a good rhythm and i'll start to be more focused on the blood rushing between my legs. my single minded predator's focus will start to blur at the edges and lose clarity. i'm still growling, but there's a note of desperation and breathlessness that wasn't there before.

maybe seeing me start to subtly hump upward emboldens them even further. getting closer, reaching out a tentative hand and skittering fingers up my sole. maybe my bark of laughter would cause them to jump and scramble away, thinking i had finally gotten free and now i was coming for them. or, maybe, their eyes light up as they take in the sight of the very thing that they were terrified of huffing and squirming and visibly weakening under their influence. despite guttural growls of i'll fucking kill you, when i get my hands on you i swear to fucking god, i'm going to tear you to pieces as soon as i get out, theres nothing really stopping them from reaching out and roughly scraping their nails across the ball of my foot. if they did, they'd be rewarded with laughter that betrays just how badly that's turning me on. they can stay there to get moans interspersed with the giggles, or of they're feeling really bold they can venture upwards to my armpits...

knowing that if i was out of restraints they would be helpless to stop me from doing whatever i pleased, that they're so much subbier and still unraveling me, that they're torturing me as revenge for every ounce of fear predators have put into them, that they're going to seize this opportunity to the fullest because it may never happen again.

knowing that when i do eventually get out of this i am going to eat. them. alive.