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thinking about being sacrificed on an altar because i’m the prettiest little prey

she deserves a crying orgasm

This session with Biankastrange (IG) was so dreamy 🔥👀 also you can find the whole 31 minute video on manyvids

I know you’re not here, but I’m still going to moan your name as I cum.

me, collared and leashed: just so we're on the same page im an anarchist and don't believe in hierarchies. this is a temporary, voluntary union of egoists that will only continue as long as our desires are aligned

domme: puppies don't speak

me: WOOF!

not to be victim-coded, but the idea that there are people out there that might get get pleasure from my fear and pain???? wtf that's so cool. you're telling me there are people that'll cum harder if they see me cry first???

Like, I myself find the idea of like cowering in a corner, sobbing and begging as someone kicks my legs apart hard enough to leave boot marks extremely hot and like a really good time, and I'm just so happy that there are people out there that would feel pleasure doing it to me???

Also, on a serious note, I know that doms often feel bad for getting off on/fantasizing about subs' fear and pain. It would be an honor to be an outlet for these fantasies, and I fully intend on spending a significant chunk of aftercare letting y'all know how cool and hot I find it that you have them.

When I'm done with you you're gonna feel like being sadistic is the absolute coolest thing a person can be

make me yours, in all the ways that count.

mark me, own me, abuse me, destroy me.

but make me yours.

"Little one" brings me to my fucking knees everytime

"Sit. Stay. Down. That's right, good pup. Now, play dead." You laugh and lay back with your eyes closed. Thinking it's a joke. The way you sprawl out under me makes my cock twitch.

There's a long pause, longer than any other. It's an off key, absent kind of sound.

Lifting your head up a bit, only to be pressed back down firmly into position. "Down. Stay-" You try to peek an eye open but my hand doesn't alleviate from your face. "I said: Stay."

You keep your eyes shut, confusion trickling like cold water down your spine. My breathing turns heavier as I run my hands down your body, "that's it. Good. Stay just like that- you're doing so good."

You freeze. Not moving a muscle as I pry your limp legs apart. Looking up from your pretty little cunt to your slack face, eerily still–you almost look like you're sleeping. Almost– and back down.

I'm bottoming out inside you before I can process the vapid desperate motion. Barely enough thought to pull your panties around your ankles. Holding you down by your head as I growl and quiet you. "shhh, that's right. Don't make a sound. Play dead. playdeadplaydeadplaydead, pup. Fuck- dead things don't whimper. They don't react, shush now."

While I violate you, I feel the dead weight of forcibly relaxed muscles clench and grip my thick cock. The tension and discomfort in you palpable. But your little head is spinning, it feels so good. You have to be a good doggy while you lie there and just take it. Doing exactly as youre told. Each thrust jostling you, and you can't even scream. You can't move. You're dead. You're dead and I'm using your holes to jerk off.

A sick twisting in your guts tells you that you're going to cum from being used like snuffbait.

I tell you that too.

Right before I fill you up and clamp a hand over your mouth so you can't breathe and ruin the immersion of the moment for me. I want you to play dead a little longer.