astra's lair

Be a good girl for me whenever I want you. Even if you're in the middle of something. Even if you're not in the mood. Even if we're in public. Even if dinner is cooking. Even if it's a quickie in a bathroom. Even if it's going up your ass. Even if it's going down your throat. Even if you aren't wearing panties to hide the cum that will be trickling out of you. Even if your friends are in the next room over. Even if you're asleep. Even if you have to pee. Even if you just got out of work. Even if you're worried. Even if you don't think you have time for it. Even if you just did your makeup. Even if I'm doing it softly. Even if I'm being rough and forceful. Even if you're sore from before. Always be a good girl for me.

Pets are supposed to be trained

Being into degradation and cnc makes it so hard to find blogs that are actually devoted to healthy and consensual experiences and not thinly veiled misogyny, homophobia, or transphobia

Currently obsessed with locking my sub up in their cage when I need to go out, where I can always check the camera feed to make sure they're safe and well behaved. Can't have my pet getting into things without me around. Besides, a good pet should be crate trained and stored properly while I'm away, I wouldn't want to be careless of my property. Not to mention how owned and subby it makes them feel to be stored like a common object or kenneled like an animal.

Your husband stood behind you while you were setting the table for Sunday dinner. Whispering into your ear. "Remember how you said you'd rather poison yourself than cook for me?" His hand pulling up the hem of your pretty little dress.

You were his kept woman. Not a sugar baby or a mistress but more like a pet. He paid all of your bills. He provided your apartment. Your tits were a gift. You wore his name on your collar. When he wanted you, you were there for his sexual needs. He owned you, mind body and soul.