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Guards!!! Put that boydyke in some black lace

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every dyke owns a slutty white crop top 🕊️🤍

this is my content for a lesbian blog. men and minors dni. you will be blocked.

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Ya, the council decided you're going in the glory hole :/. Ya... Both front and back.... Ya, spreader bar and a "please cum inside" note. Sorry <3

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I love love love puppygirls omfggg puppygirls please come here right now if you need someone to pet you and kiss your cute puppy cheeks and let snuggle up to me pleaseee

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need a trash bag loser older brother core butch so bad. a doritos and mountain dew and video games butch if you will. a butch with the worst case of potty mouth you’ve ever heard.

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🐾 Pet play 🐾

“Poor little puppy not getting enough attention”

“Good puppy”

“Have you been a good girl/boy?”

“Hump the pillow not my leg. You get restless when you’re in heat.”

“All you can do is sit on your little paws, whining and looking up at me like I snatched away your whole world, you’ll get your toy back when you can behave for me.”

“Such a dumb dog.”

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Once a week, I always found myself over your lap, panties down to my ankles or off completely. You sat composed, hand or paddle at the ready.

Was it because I’d been a brat?

No. I was never a brat. Not much anyway, not unless I wanted to push just a little—but even that never lasted long. No this was for maintenance. You had noticed just a few months ago how much I not only enjoyed this, but I needed this. It helped me in ways neither of us could have imagined.

Now at the start of every week you settle yourself into the chair, and if I’ve been good I get to decide if I get a hand or paddle, but if I haven’t then I’m gagged and you decide—often a mixture of both just to make me jump whenever you change over.

Today was no different.

“Hand or paddle?” You ran a finger slowly over the handle of the black leather paddle, eyes focussed to where it sat on the side table.

“Hand…please.” I whispered, today I needed your touch, there was a burning desire flowing through my veins, I needed you—your hands, your fingers, your skin on mine until my ass was so red I wouldn’t be able to sit down. I needed it all.

“Good choice baby.” Your voice wrapped round me like velvet, my own heart pounding, the sound in my ears as I waited eagerly for the first hit— head bowed low onto the edge of the chairs arm, hands tightening over the same area, gripping hard to the point my knuckles were almost white.

Next thing I felt was your palm against my ass. Not a hit at least not yet—just a gentle palm smoothing over my skin, I could almost hear the exhilaration of what was about to happen, the gentle hum in your throat, eyes focused on my bare backside and down to the top of my thighs, where the marks from last weeks punishment still lingered.

“Twenty or thirty?” Hand still rubbing silently over my skin, eyes now towards my head as you asked me.

“Thirty please.” I needed the most you would give me, I wanted more but you always gave me a limit to make sure my need and desire didn’t take me to places that I couldn’t handle.

“Safe words?” Something you always checked before we did anything.

Previously when first started up together, I told you about my experiences from the past—where my safe words had always been ignored, so you made sure to go above and beyond, you put in the extra effort to make sure not only are my safe words are not ignored but also that I don’t brush them off for myself.

“Green for keep going, orange for something feels off so can we slow down, and red stop immediately.” I always make sure to say each one and their meaning, more for myself than you but it helps us both. We also use it in other parts of our lives like going out for dinner if one or both of us is uncomfortable or unsure, we use our safe words so we can get out if we need to. It’s a perfect system that works well for us both.

“Where are we at now?” Your hand paused, voice serious as you checked in with me.

The growing desire between my thighs was enough to give me away, but I was sure you were ignoring it—just listening carefully to me answer. “Green. Definitely green.”

A smile pulled gently at your lips, I could feel the subtly change in your breathing and feel it in my own “good girl. Now although this is a maintenance spanking, I still expect your best behaviour.”

“Yes.” I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek to avoid any unwanted noises.

“Yes, what?” you said as your hand moved swiftly slapping the inside of my thigh “you should know the rules by now, I don’t expect to have to remind you.”

“Yes Ma’am.” I stuttered out, stomach fluttering as my need grew and the longer you drew it out the more desperate I became.

“That’s more like it, now we can begin.” I could hear that smirk from you, like a wave hitting the rocks at the bottom of a cliff.

Then without warning we started, your hand came down against my bare skin, onto my ass—hard—you weren’t being gentle, you never were unless I specified. This is what I needed.

My ass throbbed, hot, and probably already turning red under your watchful eye as you continued to bring your hand down, over and over again—until I was crying into the side of the chair, never wanting you to stop, but always to feel that sting and your hand forever.

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🩵Hi Bee, what do you think of littles (completely unrelated to any form of age play, and absolutely non-sexual) I get worried telling people incase they don’t agree with it, but I wanted to ask what you though of it because your blog makes me feel safe🩵

Hi my darling,

What a wonderful question you have bought to me. I think firstly that my blog being such a safe space for you makes me so happy!

Now I’m absolutely supportive of littles. I recently shared something vulnerable with a friend worried for the same reasoning that they wouldn’t agree but they did and they didn’t judge.

I think if you have people in your life that you know you can trust and who love you, I think they will accept you without judgment darling. You deserve that love and support even in your little space 😘

If you have anymore questions do come back to me sweetheart, I’ll be here with open arms!

-Bee👑

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i love that my mutuals and friends have been sending me dog/dog coded stuff recently!! it really makes me smile!!

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dogy

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having a low sex drive is so lame i wanna horny post for you all but i literally can’t think of anything atm 💔💔💔 reblogs and reposts for now it is 😕😞

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Ohhhh you wanna bite and kiss and leave marks on my neck so badddd, look at how bare and vulnerable it is for you~ Mark me up so everybody knows Im all yours, okay? ❤️

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The thought of guided masturbation actually makes me feral. Like the thought of being told how much pressure, when and where to touch myself, and if there’s edging too oh my god, I’ll be putty in her hands. Just talk me through it all.

“Slow, don’t rush, don’t chase it sweetheart.” Your voice soft like velvet, wrapping round me, keeping me right on the edge, exactly where you want and love to have me. Take your time, feel it, live in this moment, listen to my voice.” You whisper, a pause seeing I’m already close to the edge “hands away…now.” You demanded quickly, voice firm. A smirk pulling at your lips when my hands left my wet cunt. “Now wait, and, in thirty seconds you start again baby.”

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Watching me panting like a dog in heat, gripping your shoulders as you slid your fingers inside me, curling them to the perfect spot, stilling and removing them again and you did that over and over and over until I was a desperate, whimpering mess, begging you to let me come.

“Such a good girl aren’t you? so well behaved, so desperate and still not letting yourself come unless mommy gives you permission? Hmm?” You laughed darkly watching me almost one undone under the pumping of your fingers into my soaked cunt.

“Please—“ I try, my need growing with every thrust and withdraw of your fingers.

You watched my whole body react pleading with you and you could see every single moment, shaky reaction. “Oh baby? Are you going to cry? Oh sweetheart? Not as brave as you make out with that mouth of yours hmm? Are you going beg and plead until you’re coming without permission?”

I shake my head, desperately trying to be good for you, to do everything just right—to hold onto my orgasm before it came over me like a tsunami.

You laughed, almost under your breath grabbing my chin, nails digging in slightly and gazing over my watery eyes. “Be a good girl, eyes on me, and don’t your dare soak my fingers unless I tell you to.”

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Thinking about being fucked stupid until I can't form a sentence and when I don't respond to their questions I get my hair pulled or my face slapped until I give a coherent response no matter how overstimulated and out of it i am

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can i come over and hang out underneath your desk and look up at you with big stupid puppy eyes while you work and then maybe give you some head. as a friend. as an oomf

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do people really like femmes who whimper and whine instead of screaming? who moan softly instead of loudly? who cover their own mouths when they think they’re being too noisy? who uses their body to communicate so their partner has to say 'use your words'? are we messing with quiet, shy femmes? 🎀