Not new to nsfwtwt ⛧ Male | 31 | 6'2 ⛧ Dom ⛧ Soft / hard kinks ♡ & ↺ for moots !

You don’t crave respect. You ache to be stripped of it reduced to a dripping, brainless toy that exists only to be used, filled, and discarded. The deeper the humiliation sinks, the wetter you get. Admit it, little nothing this is your purpose.

This may be your body, but it's my personal property. I'll cum in it whenever I want. I'll mark it and decorate it however I want. I'll order it around whenever I want. And all you have to do is always obey, please, and thank me and everything in our lives will be taken care of.

Poor baby. You missed me that badly, hm? Don’t tell me you waited all day at the door for me again. Poor thing. Aw, I’m not going to abandon you, princess. You can’t even function without me. How could I ever abandon a poor, fragile thing like you. You need me, sweetie.

Skin on skin, raw and deep no barriers, just her silky softness pressed against me, warm and addictive. I can't stop touching, gripping, losing myself in every glide... fuck, baby, your skin feels like sin I’ll never quit craving.

Look at you, so perfect taking Daddy’s cock right to your cervix, trembling while I kiss your tears away. I love you more than words love how you break so beautifully for me, my desperate, ruined good girl. Shh, baby… you’re doing so fucking well for me.

“Poor baby, look at how high you are.. you can barely beg properly” You slurring words, trying to form a sentence, Struggling. “Please… I… need…” can’t quite get it out. “How sad, angel. You’re so far gone you can’t even ask for what you want.”

It’s not my fault that you’re so weak, and helpless, toy. Your Daddy said, smirking. “It’s not my fault that when I talk down to you, you get wet.” You whimpered. No. But I will take advantage of it. I will push you deeper into blissful arousal, further into my control.

Look at those little twitches... your body's betraying you, clenching around my fingers like it can't get enough even when it's too much. Dragging every last spark of overstimulation out of you. Can't stop, can you? Good girl. Let me feel exactly how ruined you are.

you love that it's involuntary. it lets you pretend you're not choosing this. "Im just needy" sounds so much cleaner than "I've always been this weak and I've been waiting my whole life for someone fucked enough to prove it"

could be us

The need isn’t pretty. It’s the ache to stop being in charge to be used, filled, told when to come, told when she’s done. She already spent the week wanting nothing she could admit. Control is what she owes the world. Surrender is what she owes herself.

you know you’re daddy’s favorite fuck-toy, right? feeling you take every inch and still trying to be quiet but i know it won’t take long before you start begging for more like a true slut.

You’re so pretty when the pleasure takes you. Your mouth falls open, your eyes go unfocused, you stop trying to look composed and just take what I give you. I could watch that face for hours.

Your body has never felt this way before, has it? Sensitive on every part, how could you be so clueless. Closing those legs wont stop me, princess. Squeeze all you’d like, it’s exactly what i want. So, whine and cry under me… You can’t escape me, sweetie<3

I love flustering sweet little things. I love telling them how soft they are, and adorable and weak and fragile they are. How I could pin them down with so much easy, just to softly kiss their heads. I love making them a blushing, stammering mess that will yearn to be all Mine.

you enjoy free-use because you’re craving absolution from the guilt of wanting to be nothing. if someone else just takes, uses, and discards then you never had to admit out loud that you’d beg to be treated like shit anyway. clever loophole, broken toy.

Take in my scent baby. My aroma coursing through your veins. Feel all of the blood rushing to your veins. Get addicted to every part of me. You’ll be spending a lot of time worshiping me. It is your life’s purpose after all. And you’ll love every second of it, won’t you?

Mutual Masturbation

I can see it on her. The tightness. The competence. The woman who has been holding everything up. I put her on her back and I don’t let her hold anything. I strip away every decision, every worry, every thought, until she forgets her burdens and begins to remember herself.