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Sleepy girls deserve to have their pussy played with and titties sucked

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i too will bite the hand that feeds me maybe even kiss it n lick it n suck on it a lil idk

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Switch on switch sex is so nice. Swapping up the dynamics every few minutes as one of us decides to take control, only to give it up another few minutes later. Playfully turning them into a pathetic mess by touching them just right, only to have them do it back to you really is divine.

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Liking your mutuals post can sometimes be like throwing at rock at their window for their attention

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I wanna masturbate with friends 🥺🥺🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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been fantasizing about riding someone thigh…

the only touch i get is on my nipples

grinding with my hands tied behind my back

biting your shoulder to try and muffle my moans

you directing how fast i go with a pull on my nipples

this would be the only way i’m allowed to cum and if i can’t do it then you’ll just keep edging me until i’m broken :3

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Wait! It worked! Okay plsplspl- YAY

Puppy misses you grrrr. Come back please.

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Puppy misses you grrrr. Come back please.

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My dumb little puppy brain really does just fry so easily. Turn me on and I become the neediest puppy, all words gone, jus little moans and gasps, desperate for more.

Tell puppy how good it's doing and it will do whatever you want.

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A Doll's Memory

This story is about a real session with a real subject.

Memory play leads to a beautiful discovery: a better doll.

Transcript below:

A doll of mine wanted me to play with her memory.

Memory play is such a curious thing. One might think it as simple as removing a trinket from a room when the occupant isn’t looking but memories are like plants. They have roots and are buried in soil, if you remove a plant things are left behind and the soil doesn’t return to how it was. I set these expectations with my doll but she was already onboard. She liked that there were traces, little clues to find if she was allowed to find them.

So I brought her down into trance, allowing her to drop at her pace, sinking as far as she wished while my voice guided her down. She knew she could sink, that, like a river, I would ease and direct her deeper.

She neared that point where I need to be the one to direct the depth of trance and so ribbons reached out and began to slowly wind their way around her, enveloping her in green silk. Then, five ribbons reached forth holding her aloft in this trance space, one at each ankle, one at each wrist, and one for her mind. I took scissors and cut each one, bringing each part of her under my care. The final ribbon brought her to me, onto my lap.

Her spells are held in beautiful little notebook, green ink writing each one out.

We turned to a new page and I wove a ribbon as I moved her hand to the page. I ran the ribbon between my fingers and then hers, before winding it around her pen. As I guided her hand, the ribbon began to unravel, lacing into the ink and weaving its thread into the grain of the page.

This spell would be simple. One phrase to begin to veiling, one phrase to finish the concealment. Everything between; the memories of hers I wanted to hide, to cover with cloth, to place on the tip of her tongue like a half remembered song whose name evades her attempts to voice.

The first thing I hid from her was her name. But to leave a hole there would be a tragedy, so I gave her a new name to perfectly fit that hole: Dolly. We talked about the trance, me using her new name and she did not bat a single eyelid. Her obliviousness was just so cute. I lifted the veil and she giggled and giggled.

Then I covered the way she spoke in cloth and, unbeknownst to her, she began to speak in third person. Her pronouns changed from she & her, to doll & dolly. But this sweet doll used to struggle with such a change, stumbling, correcting, like rewriting a word over and over. So, the little trick I wove beneath the veil of this borrowed memory was how the stumbling was merely her trying to think of what to say next, like the end of her sentence was yet to be decided.

Even I was not ready for what happened next. At this point we musing about making her forget spells and said the most beautiful thing, “What… what would be… Doll’s not sure what would be a good spell to forget.” Seamless. Flawless. No stumble or hitch. She was Doll. I joked that I should hide her little call and response spell and she responded “Well its already automatic anyway, the words come right out of Doll’s mouth.” I couldn’t contain myself, and had to return her memories to her. She was aglow, and I was equally as proud. Something that used to make her stumble, became second nature.

The final trick was beautiful. I hid from her that she would slowly dollify, and when the last thing left under her control was her voice, her words would dollify too reducing to nothing but “I’m a good doll.” We continued our spirited conversation, and as we did, she was unaware that she had straightened her posture. As we laughed she was unaware that she brought her feet and knees together. As I gushed about her flawless shift in pronouns she was unaware that her hands had pooled in her lap and her chest stood proudly.

Then I asked how she was feeling. All I heard back was “I’m a good doll.” Then another with a dawning realisation laced in each syllable. I could tell she was trying ask what was happening, each repetition of her sweet little phrase curled with confusion and question. Until her mouth slowed, and she was just a doll.

Pretty.

Posed.

Still.

Mine.

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The Instruction is Simple 🔊

An audio version of a hypno-lite script I wrote. Enjoy, my darlings~

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Reblog if you're fed up of performing this character people have forced you into and just want to be a doll on my lap with no stress or worries

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can i sit in your lap and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u and kiss u AND!!!!!!!!☝🏽 kiss u???

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💜lavender dream💜

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When I say "make me" I mean wrestle me to the ground with all of your strength and force me to comply. I mean pin me down with a boot on my neck, unable to move. I'm fighting back and scrabbling at you helplessly, but it doesn't matter. You tug down my pants roughly and wedge your hands between my legs, forcing them apart, then laugh mockingly. "This is the kind of shit that gets you off, huh?" And I spit out a "fuck you, asshole." (Or something along that line.) As a response, you slide two fingers into me and I let out a mewl of outrage, my struggles faltering for a moment. You sigh. "All mutts are the same once I find their bitch button."