I Would Rape Each And Every One Of My Followers

This is the vibe or in like better terms PLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLSPLS

being bullied by a girl i look up to is all the attention i deserve

how i should be treated rn

I need to get more into hypnosis it’s such a hot concept whhwiwjwije ruff ruff

⚠️(dubcon hypnosis)

Mara and Daisy ❤️

Attention whore post #5000 hello cuties

I want like billions of affections attentions and cuddles with a side of I love yous and/or head rubs and you’re cute and adorable and worth my time and I won’t ghost you (Last part optional I know it’s a hard ask for some reason)

Anyways babies please knock up my dms or asks please friends are nice if you’re seeing this on the day I post it I’ll probably respond in like 8 hours ish cause work is so tasty THOUGH IM SO EXCITED THE FOOD IS ACTUALLY FIRE AND I MISS IT

Now that’s a tasty purple sandwich give me credit

my butch is so mean :( she won’t let me cum unless I make eye contact with her but then she likes to fuck me from behind so I can’t see her because my face is in the mattress and I don’t get to cum :(((((((

Honestly that's a good fuckin move and I'm borrowing it lmao

Slowly losing will to keep on moving

"Position."

You drop to your knees before the word's even finished leaving my lips. Hands behind your back. Eyes down. Back straight. Knees spread just enough to show you know your place—obedient, eager, owned. The shift in your posture is immediate, seamless, practiced to the point of perfection, like your body has memorized what I expect and delivers it without a second thought.

I watch you settle. The way your breathing evens out. The way your muscles go soft under the command, tension draining from you like you've slipped into something familiar and safe. It's not just habit. It's instinct. Something deeper. Something trained and nurtured over time, until this pose became less of a performance and more of a truth—your truth.

I smile.

Good pup.

"Did you miss this?" I ask quietly, stepping close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating off me.

"Yes, Mommy," you breathe, voice small and steady.

"How much?"

"So much it hurts."

I circle you slowly, savoring the moment, the leash already in my hand. You hear the soft jingle of the clip brushing my thigh and your ears twitch, metaphorically—or maybe not, depending on thenight. There are nights when the line between roles blurs so thoroughly that you are my puppy, not just acting the part. And tonight, I can already see you slipping—willingly, blissfully—into that headspace. You're deep in it now. Open. Vulnerable in the most beautiful way.

"You want all those things, don't you?" I ask as I circle behind you.

"Yes, Mommy," you whisper, voice already dripping with need. "Please..."

My fingers trail along your jaw, then down your throat. I feel the hum of your submission just under the skin, that subtle shiver of awareness that always blooms when I touch you like this—delicate, but laced with ownership. My touch dips lower, across your chest, pausing just long enough to remind you who it belongs to. Who you belong to.

"You're beautiful," I murmur, crouching beside you, lowering myself just enough that you feel my breath near your ear. My hand cups your chin, lifting your face just enough that I can see the shine in your eyes, wide and waiting. "And so eager to be used."

"Please use me, Mommy," you say, not even trying to hide the desperation in your voice now. "I need it. I need to be yours."

Your breath stutters. You nod. Not because you're unsure, but because words would only get in the way. That small, breathy movement is enough—it tells me everything.

Good puppy.

Hope glows behind your gaze. That look—the one that says you'd crawl through fire just to be toldyou pleased me. That look that melts into desperation and loyalty and love, all tangled together in the way you look up at me like I'm the center of your world.

"Say it again," I whisper.

"I'm yours."

"Louder."

"I'm yours, Mommy. Only yours."

I reach for your collar, the one you wear only for me. The soft leather is warm from your skin, shaped perfectly to your throat. The leash clicks into place with a satisfying snap, and I tug—not harsh, just firm. A reminder. A claim. A connection.

"You've needed this, haven't you?" I ask.

You nod, a quiet moan escaping as the leash pulls your neck gently. "So badly... I ache for it."

"You ache for me," I correct, voice firm. "Don't forget the difference."

"Yes, Mommy. I ache for you."

You shuffle forward on your knees with no hesitation, your body already slipping into movement like it's muscle memory.

"You're not just my sub now," I say, running the leash through my fingers as I walk, my voice steady, calm, with just enough edge to make your breath hitch again. "You're mine in every sense. My pretty little pet. My sweet, obedient creature."

"Yours," you say under your breath, like a mantra. "Always."

You whine softly at that—high, breathy. It makes my chest tighten. That sound is everything: need, gratitude, devotion. It hits me deep, because I know exactly what it means coming from you.

"Now," I say, voice warm but commanding, a tone you know to obey without pause, "be my good puppy and follow Mommy."

"Yes, Mommy."

You drop fully to all fours. Palms flat. Knees padded. Back arched just right. You follow behind me, crawling in sync with the gentle tugs of the leash, each pull a wordless direction you understand without needing speech.

"You're doing so well," I say softly, glancing back as you crawl. "So proud of my perfect pet."

reblog if you’re okay with people being horny in your dms

I know like cum denial is hot and all but like for me it loses its intimacy, the charm of like 24/7 bliss knowing you’ll be used. It’s weird cause like it’s a fun concept especially since I’m like obedience 99.999% to my brat percent but it also feels like I’m being put on a shelf until someone wants to pick me up again and play with me. Sex is how I show love and care and cumming is basically what kissing feels like to the majority like you know? Just on a ramble and I want opinions

Now why would I prove you wrong I wanna be the strap 😭

Straps are just fucking silicone. They’re not a body part with the grand sense of touch or taste or anything; they’re a toy. Nothing that boring can actually fuck you well. …………..….Feel free to prove me wrong though... If you want to… Wink wink, nudge nudge… PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS