Use Your Words Is Underrated As A Humiliation Tactic. Of Course I Know What You Want Baby. Thats My Job.

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what if you go to the doctor w/ your dom, bc you just ache down there so much that it can’t be normal. and awkwardly you stutter this out to the doctor as your dom sits in silence in the examination room, a mild look of amusement in their eyes.

and the doctor opens their mouth and asks, “how long has it been since you’ve orgasmed?”

“w-what?” you stutter out, already feeling the tips of your ears burn with humiliation.

the doctor’s eyes flick to the collar around your neck, to the confident stance of your dom. “how long has it been since you’ve let them cum?” the doctor asks casually.

your dom is entirely unfazed. “months,” they reply casually “but i edge them a few times a week.”

your thighs brush together, seeking sensation just thinking about it. the doctor tsks and places a hand on your inner thigh and spreads your legs. again, you burn red and your dom shoots a casual glance towards you.

“your sub needs an orgasm,” the doctor states professionally, snapping gloves on and spreading your thighs. “may I?” they ask your dom instead of you. your dom nods.

“this is highly professional,” the doctor tells you. “there’s nothing wrong with me touching you like this. this is all business,” they coo, slipping their fingers into you.

they make a pouty face, mocking you. “you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod, almost lost in the haze of horniness and subspace.

“I would never do anything to hurt you, you know this!” they tell you in a patronizing tone. all you do is spread your thighs wider. and then they laugh. “god, you’re already horny. what a little slut,” they mock.

desperate and sensitive, you buck your hips into their palm with a whine.

your dom tsks. “slap them. they can’t move their hips.”

you feel the rubber gloves of the doctors other hand squeezing your face, peering at you curiously, tilting your chin from side to side, tugging at your mouth. the warmth of their fingers leaves your face as they drop their hand, then bring it up again to slap you. hard. but you stay silent.

“awww, they liked it,” the doctor hums, returning to their place between your legs.

“so tell me,” the doctor states, casually, continuing to stroke you, “what did the patient do that was so bad that they couldn’t cum for months?”

you whine, embarrassed that they’re talking about you like you’re not there.

“they masturbated and then lied to me about it,” your dom hums. “but I suppose their punishment is over,” they shrug, watching with a glint in their eye as the doctor finger-fucks you.

“what a good little toy,” the doctor smiles wickedly at you, wrinkling their nose. “I’ve got to get myself one of these.” they add another finger, and you yowl - it feels like they’re stretching you out. fuck, you think to yourself.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you sob out, digging your fingers into the examination table. you glance at your dom for permission, and they nod, so you fall apart with a desperate scream.

the doctor snaps off their gloves with a small smile, and leaves you there on the table - spread out and panting, still dripping, makeup running down your face with tears.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a while - in case there’s anything else you want to check up on,” the doctor winks at your dom before walking out.

I like your fixation on a cozy little pet cage - ever been ‘owned’ in reality before?

hello! thanks for the ask!

i had a long distance relationship with a dominant who i met up with occasionally but that ended a few years ago. i would consider that relationship one where he ‘owned’ me. however, it’s been a while since i have been in a d/s dynamic.

is it too on the nose to fuck myself with the mouthpiece of my bong?

hello kitty bongs

Sweet as a strawberry ♥️🌷🐞🍓

Hey @Tumblr Staff I'm sick and tired of this being my entire fucking for you page.

You created your filtering settings for a reason. My "Blur content" was and always had been OFF. It was off an hour ago, and I just found it on.

This is ridiculous.

If people want to see mature content, let them see mature content.

If people want to filter tags, they can create filtered tags.

If people want all mature content to be censored, they can do that themselves.

Stop. Censoring. Your. Users. And. Get. A. Fucking. Grip.

Both the teenagers and the adults on this app can take care of themselves and monitor their media consumption and if some can't that shouldn't be everybody's problem.

Oh and btw, it's very clear how this is mostly happening to posts from the trans community and anybody under that umbrella.

for the people who will go on to claim that the attacks and brutal violence from the Israeli Occupation “isn’t targeted”. explain this to me.

this sounds so hot.. the fact the dom knows what the sub wants.. the water punishment… ugh i need it 🥰🥰

Good girl watched a bad video and got punished or rewarded.

I knelt by the front door, patiently waiting as echoing footsteps approached and keys jingled. I looked down and took a deep breath, my eyes fixed on the approaching shadow. A hand gently rested on my head, then caressed down to my chin, lifting my face to meet his.

'My pretty girl, how was your day?' he asked as we walked inside. I settled onto the lounge couch, and he stood before me. His hand searches my body lightly, adjusting my outfit and collar in place, tucking my hair behind my ear then brushing his finger against the fabric of my underwear.

"Why are your wet sweetheart?" He asked in a way it does not sound like a question. I blushed thinking about the way I was moaning from the bad porn hours ago, wishing he would do that to me.

"I am sorry, I was playing with myself thinking about you." wishing he bend me over and leave marks on me.

"Were you watching naughty things?" he stated. He picked me up, and now I was in the bathroom, both of us standing in front of the mirror, staring at each other. He started filling up the sink and ran his hand through my hair before pulling it back, gathering it into a ponytail in his hand. He snaked his arm around my wrist and pushed himself against me. My face was now inches from the mirror. He tapped the tap down to stop the sink from overflowing.

He placed his hand firmly over my nose and mouth. "You want this still?" then he let me breath again.

"I see what you watch, you know. You should use your word more so daddy can give you what you want. So, tell me do you want this for you?" I nodded and felt a push on the back of my head.

My face meets the warm water he filled up, I'm holding my breath and I blowing bubbles while my legs felt more wet than my face. He pulled me back and now I can see my face dripping water in the mirror, and he is searching my face for reassurance before pushing me back in the water and push himself into me. Making me feel helplessly all his.

I've been really wanting pancakes