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SAY IT!! Say my name 😈💋
such a good boy
As a short domme who sometimes has a hard time dealing with crowded places, I often daydream about owning a big, tough, territorial puppy sub with scary dog privilege.
The perfect guard mutt out in public, standing over my shoulder with their head on a swivel, glaring fiercely at anyone who dares look at their Owner.
My devoted doggy, proudly wearing my collar around their neck, who would make me feel so safe and secure in a situation that would normally push me towards panic.
My big sweet pup, who I would take home and worship until they're a sobbing, overstimulated, mess. Tears running down their face, crying out that they can't cum again as I build them up once more.
"Hush my darling pup, you can, and you will. You're so good to me, this is what you deserve♡"
Love my daddy and oh my 🫠🫠🫠
@robbinyamom
God I love this sexy man!!
@robbinyamom 🗺️🥰🥰♥️
So cold brrr but I’m a dinosaur 🦕
Look at my sexy daddy sleeping so peacefully ☺️☺️☺️❤️🔥❤️🔥😍😍😍🥰🥰
@robbinyamom I love you daddy!! 💞🗺️ 💍
Thanks daddy for the new onesie!! @robbinyamom
Getaway weekend with my daddy 😈😈@robbinyamom
Can’t wait for tonight 😈😈 @robbinyamom I love you my sexy man
Out at the hot tubs with my hubby @robbinyamom
I love my daddy he goes through and picks out my outfits ♥️♥️ @robbinyamom
@robbinyamom
Normalize doms picking out their sub's outfits
I'm curious about polyamory but I don't know which is better: multiple doms and one sub or multiple subs and one dom
yeah sex is cool and all but have you ever been tied up with your dom fast asleep on top of you, not knowing when they will wake up to untie you but until then you live in complete and inescapable bliss
Anyone...... especially travelling guys or local couples
what if I love both 🤔
Reblog if you want to get violently fucked into a mattress while being called a good little fucktoy or if you just really like frogs :) (nobody will know which)
omggggggg need . but with the addition of being edged and denied 🥰
Put on display when not being used , love my penis gag ❤️
Rape apologist
no ❤️ but thanks for completely misunderstanding what the meaning of consent is . Well done
it stops me thinking for a while and daddy loves when I pet regress n i feel cute . therapy is too much work this is a win won win win situation
you were full of righteous fury after a frustrating day at work. you'd spent the entire day dealing with unnecessary garage created by idiots who thought themselves your better. you were home now, but your anger wasn't fading as it should.
I took our conversation to the bedroom subtly, though it was more of you railing against the world and Me nodding. you were so engrossed in your agitation that you didn't even take notice as I pulled a few things from the "box" under the bed.
As you took a breath, ready to start another tirade, My hand shot up to clasp your neck. you slapped it away.
"Not the time." you said with authority that you simply did not have in our dynamic.
My hand grasped your neck again, but this time it was forcing you backwards abd your arms were too busy trying to catch yourself to try to slap it away. you hit the wall and rage flashed in your eyes as you tried to remove My hand, but My grip was firm and your arms were helpless to remove it. you squirmed and I slapped you, hard, in the face. you froze, stunned for a moment in indignation, but it was only going to get worse. The ball gag was forced into your mouth and pulled tight in one deft movement.
I pinned your arms to the wall as you screamed into the rubber, but your protests were muffled and felt belittling.
"Shut. Up." I ordered. I was calm but this was not a request. you stopped.
I grabbed your hair and dragged you to the bed. you clawed, raking marks in My skin that I ignored. They'd heal. you pounded, certain to leave bruises but likely hurting your fists more than My body. I tossed you to the bed and you rolled away, but I dragged you back by your ear.
"Don't fucking move." I hissed. you froze.
I removed your clothes and used you. Mercilessly I used you in whatever way I saw fit. I was not gentle. I pinched, punched, pulled, slapped, bent, and bit until My frustration with your attitude that you brought home was sated.
you were crying. Balling. But it wasn't because of Me. your frustration finally spilled over into My hopeless, emotional sub who needed to mourn the events of the day. you cried and I held you. you'd bottled everything up and I'd smashed the bottle against the wall when I pinned your arms to it. All that was left was the soft fizz after the violence of the explosion was spent.
"Good girl, My little rebel." I soothed. Let's go have dinner. you nodded, put on your robe, and followed quietly to the kitchen. you watched My heels with your head bowed and matched the rhythm of My steps.
Losing to boys creates conflict. Losing to Master creates peace.
Fun times
It’s my desire to push you to the limits, to turn you into my needy little slut princess.
