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women arent complicated youre just dumb

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Cupping your own boobs for no real reason is important enrichment for girls

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Set Up to Fail

I stroke her hair, watching her lean into my touch like a desperate pet. She’s been conditioned so well, eager to please, terrified to disobey. But I don’t want obedience today.

I want her to fail.

"Listen carefully," I murmur, tilting her chin up. "You're going to ride me. But you do not have permission to cum. Understood?"

She nods quickly, biting her lip. "Y-yes, sir."

Perfect.

I sit back on the edge of the bed, lazily stroking myself to full hardness, watching her flush deepen. She’s already wet, her body betrays her every time.

"Go on," I taunt, spreading my legs. "Be a good girl."

She scrambles into my lap, sinking down with a whimper, her cunt clenching around me like it was made for me.

I don’t move. Don’t help her. Just watch as she bounces, her breath hitching with every thrust, her thighs shaking. She’s trying so hard to hold back, but I can feel her tightening, her walls fluttering.

"Ah—ah!" She chokes, her rhythm faltering.

I grin. "What was that?"

Her face twists with pleasure and she stops moving atop me. "I—I can’t— I just need a moment or I’ll—"

But I don’t let her finish her sentence. I don’t give her a moment to get a grip on herself. My hands lock tight around her hips and I slam upwards into her.

I can feel her tightening, her body betraying her, trying to reach that sweet, forbidden release.

My grin is feral as I keep up the unrelenting pace of my thrusts, "No cumming."

I feel it. The way her body seizes, the way she loses control, the way her cunt spasms around me as pleasure rips through her.

Disobedient little thing.

Her orgasm tears through her like a shockwave, her whole body seizes, a broken scream tearing from her throat. She tried to hold back, but I made sure she couldn’t.

I let her ride it out, let her drown in the bliss before my hand snaps around her throat, yanking her forward until our noses nearly touch.

Her eyes meet mine, tears decorating her eyelashes her voice breaking. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—"

Pathetic.

I grab her by the hair. "You disobeyed me."

Her breath hitches, tears spilling. "I-I’m sorry, I tried—"

I laugh, low and cruel. "Oh, you tried? Is that why you came like a filthy, greedy slut? Because you tried?"

"I—I didn’t mean to," she whimpers.

My voice taunts her. "Oh, but you did mean to. You wanted it." My fingers trail down her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. "You weak, little thing. Can’t even control your own body."

I drag her off my cock and force her onto her stomach, over my knees. She’s still trembling from her orgasm, her skin flushed, her thighs sticky with her own desperation.

My palm cracks down on her ass, once, twice, leaving angry red marks. She whines, but she doesn’t fight. Good girl.

"I told you not to cum," I murmur, landing another sharp slap. "And yet you did."

She whimpers, her voice wrecked. "I’m sorry, please!"

I laugh again. My fingers slide between her legs, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her oversensitive clit. She jerks, a broken moan escaping her.

"You weren’t good enough. Couldn’t even follow simple instructions." I press harder against her throbbing clit, watching her face twist in agony. "A needy, ruined, worthless little plaything."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body writhing, torn between pain and pleasure.

"And now?" I lean in, biting her ear. "You get punished.”

Her breath comes in ragged sobs as I grab the instrument of her punishment: a thick, unforgiving vibrator.

"Since you can’t control yourself," I murmur, pressing it against her oversensitive clit, "I’ll make sure you regret it."

I turn it on.

She screams.

I watch, grinning, as her body convulses, torn between pleasure and agony. Overstimulated, shaking, her mind fracturing under the sensation. I keep one hand pressed against her back, holding her down while she shakes.

"P-please, I’ll—I’ll be good—ah!"

"You were good," I muse, stroking the curve of her spine gently. "Then you weren’t,” I say, press the vibrator harder against her.

Her cries turn wordless, her body giving out as she goes limp sprawled across my lap.

I click the vibrator higher, grinding it against her clit, making sure the sensation agonizes her frayed nerves.

She’s sobbing now, properly broken. She doesn’t even resist anymore. Just takes it, takes what I give her, whimpering my name like a prayer.

When I finally make her cum one last time, it’s not even a scream, just a broken whimper, her body going limp beneath me. I click the toy off, tossing it to the side as I cup her ruined little pussy gently, dragging my fingers through her burning heat softly to see how broken she is.

I lean down, kissing her head like she’s something precious. Because she is.

"My good girl."

She shudders, like it’s the best thing she’s ever heard. Because it is.

She’s limp in my arms now, trembling, her breath hitching in little aftershocks. Tears still cling to her lashes, her body flushed and oversensitive from my treatment.

I stroke her hair, slow and gentle, watching her eyelashes flutter.

"Shhh… that’s it, baby. Breathe."

She whimpers as I maneuver us to settle comfortably in bed. I adjust the blanket around her, tucking it snugly against her shoulders.

"You took it so well," I murmur, kissing her damp forehead. "Such a good girl for me."

Her breath hitches at the praise, and she clutches me tighter. I chuckle, smoothing a hand down her spine.

"I know, I know. It was a lot, wasn’t it?"

She nods against me, still shaking.

I cradle her closer, nuzzling against her temple. "But you needed it. Needed to remember who you belong to."

Reaching for the glass of water on the bedside table, I tilt it to her lips, helping her drink. She swallows weakly, her lashes fluttering as she leans into my touch.

"Good," I praise, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone, wiping away the last of her tears. "So perfect for me."

She makes a soft, exhausted sound, her body relaxing against mine.

I stroke her hair again, humming, letting her drift in the quiet.

She’ll sleep soon.

And when she wakes?

She’ll be even better for me. But only until I force her to fail again.

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Things that make me want to submit harder:

☑ When you take control calmly, not aggressively

☑ When you remember my rituals better than I do

☑ When you say “I’m proud of you” instead of “You’re hot”

☑ When you give me rules I didn’t know I needed

☑ When you let me rest, because you said so—not because I asked

☑ When you say “That’s enough now. I’ve got you.”

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Favorite part of cow based breast expansion is when the panic and embarrassment of your heavy tits threatening to split your clothes gives way to the mounting pressure behind your thick nipples and despite people staring you cant help yourself, you start kneading your udders and tugging on your nipples moaning in need because its so close, just a little more and something will give, mindlessly chasing the need for your milk to let down

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Use my tits every hour of every day. Squeeze them, pinch them, bite them, but most of all suck on them. Suck on my nipples, hard. Like you're feeding from me. Make me present for you and feed you with my tits while you jerk off. Suckle on me until it hurts, until I cry, then keep going and make me cum while you do it. Make it pleasurable. Confuse my silly cow brain.

Make me "feed" your friends in front you. Strip me in front of them, make me jiggle my tits and moo while they watch. Order me to be a good cow and do my job. Then watch as I place my boobs in their mouths one by one and massage my tits while they suckle. Watch me feed your friends again and again and again until you grow too hard and order me to present my pussy so you can fuck it while my tits sway back and forth. Then put them back in your friends' mouths while I'm still full of your cum.

Make me moo and don't let me cum until everyone is fed. Then when they leave, suckle from me and play with my pussy until I beg to cum. Then fuck me again. Unload in my pussy again. Breed me. One day the milk will come. That's what you said, the more we do this, the more we stimulate my tits and my milk will come. I will feed you my milk soon. But until then keep sucking. Please keep sucking. Moo.

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Affirmations for Inducing Lactation.

My body blossoms with sensual nourishment, and I welcome my milk as a divine expression of my pleasure. With every breath, I awaken the erotic energy flowing through my breasts, soft, sweet, and sacred. I honour my desire to give and receive through the intimate magic of my milk. My lactation is a luscious extension of my feminine power and seductive grace. As I nurture this erotic gift, I claim my body’s ability to arouse, nourish, and enchant. My breasts respond eagerly to my touch and intention, growing fuller with every act of devotion. I lovingly invite my curves to deepen, to bloom, to swell with feminine energy and erotic power. My milk flows as my desire flows — freely, deliciously, and without shame. Each drop of milk, each ache of fullness, is a love letter from my body to my deepest longing. As I focus my erotic energy, my breasts grow, my milk rises, and I embody my most luscious self.

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