hi my dear! <3 where are we? well we’re in my basement of course!! why..? oh goodness my love, you are so silly! stop with this nonsense.. you know why you’re here! oh, the ropes are too tight? that’s ok my dear, ill loosen them once i know that you won’t run away. i have to keep you down here, of course.. you can’t be around anyone else! what kind of lover would I be if i let you run around with other people? obviously not a good one! you’re mine, and i’m tired of you not spending time with me… so you’re going to stay right. here. i won’t let you go.. ill never let you go, my liege..! you’ll be mine forever and ever and ever…!! doesn’t that sound wonderful? hmm.. im gonna go make us some breakfast! i know you’re only in a pajama shirt and shorts, and i know its real cold down here.. just hang tight, okay? maybe the cold will be a good reminder of what happens if you decide to be difficult.. we’re gonna have so much fun together! <3
If he buys me Blythe dolls or the sylvanian families I’ll suck his dick so hard I puke 🥰
yes i WOULD love if you chose my outfit, no i DONT notice that you didn’t pick out any panties and YES you can fuck me in public just to appreciate how good i am for you
do you want me to worship you? is that it? is that why you ignore me? do you want me on my knees, hands clasped, begging? pleading? tearing up, my knees burned from kneeling? whimpering and sobbing, choking on my own salivia, like some sort of dog? do you want me to spam you endlessly, rows and rows of messages, missed calls, voice memos of crying and screaming? you reduce me to a pathetic mess, an object of only your affection, and i somehow adore it. i adore being this way for you, face all drowned with tears, sniffling violently, high-pitched apologies leaving my trembling lips while i claw at you for affection, how i adore being yours.
wish she would cut herself for me if i told her to. wish she would cut my name into her skin, like i did for her that time. wish everything didnt feel so casual, more like friends with benefits. wish i could make her cut off everybody that poses a threat. oh well at least ive ruined her for anyone else
"come help me out with some paperwork, kiddo" = dad having me cockwarm him as he does grown-up stuff on his desk. occasionally rutting his hips up when he gets frustrated, or playing with my chest when he's deep in thought. the pads of his thumbs calloused and warm as he plays with my nipples. all while I'm forced to stay still and be very quiet. after all, dad is reallyyy busy and I need to be good for him. I – I can be good... even when everything tingles so, so much.
diagnosed with needy daughter who’d do anything to make dad feel good and has started even breaking her own previously-set limits because suddenly they don’t feel so gross anymore and are instead really fucking hot now disorder