Sickens Me To My Stomach. How Dare This Guy Get To Live My Dream.

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“how did you know i was a sub?”

baby I looked at you for 0.3 seconds before you got flustered and shy, cleared your throat, and looked away. you literally almost slipped trying to volunteer to grab something for me. I saw your eyes flutter shut when I leaned in to whisper something. I heard that sharp intake of breath when I told you that you were doing so good.

so go ahead, straighten your posture now. try to delude yourself that you’re not obvious. but you know as well as I do that it really doesn’t matter that you’re taller than me, bigger than me. it’s still just one look from me before you’re on your knees. it’s still my fingers leaving marks along your pretty skin. my voice taunting you, my lips swallowing your whimpers.

my hands working you over until you’re dripping, desperate for more. you like that, baby? feels good, doesn’t it? my pretty sub. so strong. so needy.

my kisses leaving an imprint on your brain that’ll outlast any bruise or scar. permanently rewiring your brain until all you can think about is how to please me, how to be good for me.

the world looks at you and sees someone composed, capable. but you know that you’re naught but a toy for me. ardent and willing. good sub.

let me show you how nice it feels to surrender. let me tease out your moans and your arousal until you’re pulsating and gasping. let me show you what pleasure is meant to feel like.

😩

Now do the same to my backside and I might accept your apology.

M'Lady

She tugs the leash firmly, her horse trotting ahead while her husband stumbles to keep up, snow crunching beneath his knees.

"If you don't keep up," she warns, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked smile, "you won’t get the privilege of licking my boots in front of my boyfriend. And we both know how much you crave that humiliation, don’t we?"

Gag-kisses are very significant in Torean culture and Asbeth-Seril is no exception