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Sometimes I have these thoughts about someone tilting my head back with a knife under my chin while I kneel in front of her. I swear I just want to feel the cold metal on my skin.....

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im sorry i moaned when you bit me.

do it again.

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i want a cute girlfriend that blushes when i push her against the wall and whisper filthy things in her ear ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

⋆˚࿔ this post is about lesbian sex⋆˚࿔

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Have you had a rough day today, my little darling?

Oh, I can see it, don’t worry.

Let Mommy help you turn off those pesky thoughts. Let me fill that lovely mind with nothing but my voice, my command. All that matters now is what I tell you to do. So let go of all the demands the world’s tried to wrap around you. They have no power here.

Only Mommy does.

The moment the blindfold darkens your world, and the ropes hold you firm and safe, I let my voice slip in, curling through your mind like smoke, chasing away the ghosts that clung to you all day.

“Mommy is here, darling,” I murmur, close to your ear. “Now tell me what happened today, while I prepare… hm?”

You breathe. Then you pour it all out, your tiredness, the strain behind your eyes and the tight knot in your chest you didn’t even realize you were carrying. I listen to every word. I meet each ache, each worry, not with solutions, but with presence. With understanding. My voice stays soft, gentle, coiling around each fractured thought... not to fix, but to hold.

And when your words run dry, I let my fingers trace up your arms, across your collarbone, down your chest. Slow. Warm. Present. Not to awaken your body yet, but to remind you that I’m here.

“You’ve been such a strong girl today,” I whisper, letting my fingertips trail up your throat to cup your cheek with featherlight care. “And I’m proud of you for getting through it.”

I press my lips against yours, barely a kiss. Just enough to breathe the next truth into you.

“But no one has power over you here… except me. Now say it.”

“They have no power over me here, Mommy,” you whisper, trembling slightly.

I hum against your lips. “That’s right. Now continue.”

You take a shaky breath, and I drag my thumb over your lips, parting them.

“Continue,” I say again, firmer this time.

“I belong to you, Mommy.”

Mmm. Perfect.

And before you can say more, I pull your bottom lip down, licking slowly into your mouth, stroking your tongue slow and deep until your whimper melts into my mouth. I groan softly, drinking in your eagerness, then nip your lip on my way out.

“Good girl.”

You squirm under the praise, and I smile as I take my metal claws and drag them lightly down your chest. Goosebumps erupt in their wake, and I watch your body react with that delicious helplessness I love so much.

“Now stay still for me,” I husk lowly.

And then… I pause. Let you sit in the silence, the stillness, feel your own heartbeat in your throat.

Then I move away.

You feel my fingers leave. You listen, head tilting slightly, trying to locate me.

I smirk, just out of reach.

Then I press the claws into your thigh just enough to leave thin lines across your skin, possessive marks that whisper mine. You arch under the pressure, moaning softly, the blindfold amplifying everything.

Then I change it.

The claws vanish. And what replaces them?

Ice.

I trail it along the paths my claws carved, watching you shiver as cold replaces sting. You gasp when I glide it between your breasts, over your nipples, down your stomach. I take my time circling your skin with the melting cube, teasing every inch of heat I can draw from your core with the coldest touch.

“Oh? So sensitive tonight…”

You moan as I circle your nipple once, twice, then press the ice flat until you whimper again. Your body jerks against the ropes, but they hold.

“Let’s see how long you can take it.”

Next comes heat.

I warn you with only my silence, letting the air still between us, then I let the first drop of the hot wax fall, right above your navel. You gasp again, hips twitching. Another drop, lower. Then another, closer to where you ache.

“Shhh. Stay still. Or I’ll start over.”

When you obey, I reward you.

I fan cool air across your skin just before I press soft silk to the wax, dragging it gently, heightening every nerve’s response. The contrast makes you shiver.

Then I switch again.

A leather strap slaps your thigh, not hard, but with purpose. And you scream.

“Yes, that's it... scream for Mommy again,” I purr, and you do just that, as the leather strap makes contact with your skin again.

“Good girl.”

The next sound is the click of a metal pinwheel.

I don’t tell you where it’s going.

I just use it, spinning it down your neck, over your hips, slowly rolling between your legs as you gasp and shake.

“You’re doing so well, my sweet girl,” I coo. “So perfectly obedient.”

You never know whats coming next. And that’s the point. The world outside has no shape, no sound, no power. Only me. My tools. My voice.

A feather against your inner thigh.

A smooth, cold glass toy rests between your thighs, just barely there, not yet inside.

My tongue slipping past your lips, flooding your senses with different flavors.

And as you teeter there on the edge, trembling, soaked, mind unraveling, I return to your ear and coo, “you gave me everything… now let me take you somewhere better.”

I push you deeper, word by word, tool by tool. Not rushing. Never rushing. Just mastering every inch of you.

Until all you feel is me.

Until your thoughts are mine.

Until you forget the troubles of the day, and remember only this: You are owned. You are safe. You are so very good.

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Ha... so you've decided to be a brat today... seeking out my attention like a greedy little thing you are. Tsk… did you really think I’d just give in and hand you exactly what you want? Oh, no, my naughty little minx, I see straight through this little act. You're not fooling me, not when you're practically begging to be spanked for your attitude.

But I don’t reward disobedience. No. I correct it.

Still, I beckon you closer, one finger curling, and when you take a step into my space I kiss you, sweet and slow, deceptively gentle, and whisper, “Go get ready.”

You nearly trip over yourself racing toward the bedroom. My beautiful little fool. So eager. So obvious.

You kneel by the bed like the good girl you wish you were. But it’s far too late for that, isn’t it?

I walk towards you slowly. My fingers stroke your cheek with tenderness that doesn’t match the dark gleam in my eyes. You lean into my palm like you’re starved for it. And maybe you are.

“Get on the bed,” I order gently.

You practically throw yourself onto the mattress, eyes bright, body buzzing. I smile knowingly as you beam back at me with that excited little wriggle of your hips that makes me want to ruin you.

I bind your wrists, precise and snug, and press a kiss to the knot. I know exactly how hard you’ll be pulling against those by the time I’m done with you.

And then, as you wait breathlessly, I walk to the wardrobe and take out the strap. I don’t miss the flicker of confusion that dances across your face when I turn toward you. It’s almost cute enough to forgive you.

Almost.

But then your brows pinch when I start fastening the harness to your hips.

Your voice breaks through the tension. “Mommy?”

I look up with a coy smile, letting my dress fall to the floor in one smooth motion. “Hmm? What is it, darling?”

You swallow. “The strap?”

I saunter back to the bed, trailing my finger up your leg slowly until I tap against the harness now secured at your hips. “What do you mean, my little darling?”

You squirm and wet your lips. “I just… I didn’t think we were using the strap tonight.”

“Oh? And what did you think would happen tonight, hm?”

You look anywhere but at me. “I don’t know…”

I raise a brow, voice dipping lower. “No?”

“Ugh—well… there was that delivery…”

My fingers trace lazy circles on your thighs. “Hmm. And what delivery would that be?”

You huff. “The one that came today. The one I wasn’t supposed to touch.”

My nails graze your skin, just enough to make you twitch. “Did my naughty girl open Mommy’s package?”

You giggle as I dig my fingers into your side, breath catching in your throat. “Y-yes, Mommy… please stop.”

I don’t. Of course I don’t.

“Now why would I stop, when you went digging into something that didn’t belong to you?”

Your wrists pull against the ties as you desperately trying to escape my relentless fingers. “Please…”

“Tsk. You should’ve thought of that before acting like a spoiled little brat.” I straddle your hips in a swift motion and grasp your jaw, with a firm grip, tilting your gaze up to mine. “You wanted my attention so badly. Well now, you’ll get it.”

Your eyes widen as I lean down, brushing my lips just barely over yours, making you whine low in your throat.

“You’ve been quite the disobedient thing tonight, haven’t you?” I whisper. “Opening what wasn’t yours. Giving me attitude all day long. And I know you thought I’d use that pretty new paddle on you. I know you were counting on it.”

Your thighs press together. I shake my head slowly.

“But bad girls don’t get what they want. They get what they deserve.”

I sink down onto the strap with a long drawn out moan, burying myself onto the length while keeping my gaze locked on yours. Your lips part, breath caught like your body doesn’t know how to process the sudden weight and heat of me.

“This…” I breathe, “is not for you.”

I roll my hips, deep and slow, dragging every inch with a sensual rhythm.

“This is for me.”

You moan, soft and wanting, and I slap your breast hard enough to make you gasp.

“No!” Another slap. “You don’t get to enjoy this. You get to be used.”

I pinch your nipples and twist, and close my eyes as you scream for me... mmm, just like music. You're tugging desperately at your ties as my nails rake down your stomach, marking you with a trail of heat.

“You get to be my little toy.”

You’re already flushed, eyes glassy, hips twitching beneath me. I can feel how desperate you are, how much you want to be let out of your bounds.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, a cruel sweetness in my voice. “Does being used by Mommy make your little brain melt? Does it make you close already, hm?”

You pout but nod so sweetly with a whimper. And I chuckle mockingly as I lean in, lips at your ear.

“To bad you won't get to come tonight,” I croon. “Not one. Single. Time.”

You whine, high and desperate, eyes fluttering, hips jerking up against me. I slap your thigh.

“Ah, ah, ah… Did I say you could move?”

Your bottom lip quivers, your entire body straining with the effort to obey. My hand wraps around your throat as I ride harder, deeper, as you tug at ties.

“But Mommy,” you sob, “it’s too much… I-I can’t… please let me touch...”

“Oh, no, no, no...” I whisper sweetly, breath hot against your cheek. “You’ll stay right there. You’ll beg, and squirm, and ache… and you’ll thank me when I stop.”

I start to ride you slower now, rolling my hips, pushing you deeper into the mattress, your body tensing and trembling beneath me as I dig my nails into the flesh of your breast.

And I smile, wicked and proud, as you plead for mercy, just how I like my favorite toys.

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Watching movies with my babygirl, thinking of her on my lap slowly falling asleep her legs falling open wearing my t-shirt and her panties. Slow tender touches as I rub her belly. Lifting her shirt upward slipping my fingers lower until they're over her pussy.

Some light sapphic somno (18+)

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Cuddlefucking while it rains outside. You agree reblog.

Wlw/sapphic. Men/minors dni! Keep comments in tags.

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You live for my rules, my hands, my voice controlling your every thought. You shatter when I deny you, when I tease you, when I whisper filth into your ear until you're nothing but a pleading, mindless mess. And the best part? You'll thank me for it. Because that's all you are- mine to ruin, mine to own, mine to fucking wreck.

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I think tapping a pretty subs face to keep her eyes on me while I fuck her is really all I need

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Somebody flirt with me and mean it please

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I think having a needy pervert girlfriend that touches herself a lot and tells me about it all day would fix me

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Need a dom to hold me down and force me to cum multiple times for her. Not stopping even if I'm crying because my job is to a good girl for her and give her what she wants.

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dreaming of kissing my way down her spine

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everything u want

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want them to make me grind on their thigh and after they called me pathetic and a slut for cumming so fast, they make me take their strap from behind as they hold my head up by my hair and make me listen to my own screams from being overstimulated

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Need a dom to fuck me within an inch of my life so that I can thank her with gentle kisses and by playing with her hair while I tell her how good she took care of me and how glad I am to have her

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