Curate, connect, and discover
I can't stop thinking about being someone's plaything. Nothing more than a subby little pet - something for them to toy with for their own sick amusement.
Them laughing at my whines and cries for more, cooing, "You're just so cute when you're a desperate mess for me," making my head all warm and fuzzy. Talking down to me, telling me that I'm best like this - I'm best as a pathetic mess, all desperate and ready to please.