Want To Be Played With. Be Used And Controlled While Scared For My Life. Theaten To Not Make It Difficult

want to be played with. be used and controlled while scared for my life. theaten to not make it difficult because it will hurt more. then told im being too easy because i want it. gaslight me into thinking i deserve to be a toy. all my worth is to become their plaything. i want to feel like my life is in danger in their hands.

You'd look lovely on your knees, looking up at me with a soft gaze. Allowed to take your place beside my desk. Curled up on a plush dog bed. Your leash attached to your collar and loosely wrapped around my fist.

Leisurely, I let your head rest against my thigh. I give you a head pat for being so docile and obedient as you slip into a warm fuzzy frame of mind. Your thoughts dulled at the edges, lulled into a relaxed state. The soft clicks of my keyboard as I work fades to the background. Your only task—to be a nice pretty pup at my feet. Adored, cared for, comfortable.

I'll decide whether I want to use you by the end of the work day or not. Imagining the way your eyes will slip closed. Soothed by the weight and feeling of my thick cock filling your drooly little mouth. Lapping and licking to your hearts content. Tasting my skin, taking in my scent like a good puppy should. No clear goal in mind to make me cum or rush, just pure sensual enjoyment.

When you’re viciously fucking her and she can’t even let out complete sentences as she finishes. Her eyes rolling back as she desperately tries to grip onto anything to pull away. “No no baby. Where do you think you’re going? You’ve earned this with the attitude you were giving Daddy all day. Now get back over here precious. We’re not done ‘til daddy say we’re done.”

i need big strong hands on me. i just wanna feel protected and powerless in the hands of a dom. be their precious love but also their little fuck toy they can use.

coming out the bathroom with a new set of lingerie to show it off to my Dom. ones they see me they quickly shower me with compliments, calling me a “cute little thing” and “pretty whore for me”. as i get flustered with their flattery they mention how they have something that would “make it better”. they take out a collar that perfectly matches the lingerie. the tag adoring in bold letters “my toy”. i squirm with excitement upon seeing it connected to a leash.

“kneel down sweetheart, ill make you even more cute ones im done with you.”

now that we are in spooky season im going to dedicate all my posts this month to my masked men obsession and monster fucking.