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👶- I want you to have my baby(ies)

🍼- I'd drink your milk

🚼- I've already picked out baby names (add here)

💝- Our child will be the product of our love

👄- I want you screaming as you're flooded with my cum

🪺- I want to make a life and family with you

👣- We would make cute children

🤱- You breasts should be swollen with milk for feeding

👯- I'd love to give you twins (or more)

🏃‍- Let me hunt and breed you for sport

🥚- You're getting stuffed with eggs

🖍️- I want to draw on your baby bump

🐖- We need you plumper for the (inevitable) baby

🐳- You should be bedridden with my child(ren)

🏭- You would be a perfect baby factory

🍯- Your womb is mine to use as I please

🪢- Tying you up so you can't get away from my virile seed

🐣- I can't wait to help/watch you give birth

you tell me to bend over and stick me ass out. i protest, even as i follow your instructions. you flip up my dress and pull down my panties. it’s humiliating in the best way possible. my cunt gets a little wet. my ass is already loose and relaxed from getting used earlier, so it’s really easy for you to slide the plug in. it feels so nice to have my hole filled. 

when it’s in place, you pull up my panties, pull down my dress and give me a pat on the ass. from start to finish, the whole thing took less than couple of minutes. idk, there’s something so hot about unexpected, casual dominance like that. 

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aggressive posture readjustment, your wrists being held against your lower back until you're stood properly, like a proper man

He hates me at first and cusses me out with a number of slurs, unable to recognise me as the man I am. But then I strap him to a chair and blindfold him. No gag - I want him to scream later. For every complaint and protest, for every slur and insult, I'm going to add a tiny plastic clothesline clip to his body. First the nipples, of course. Then, I start tracing my fingers over his skin to ascertain his most sensitive spots. I want him to surrender to the pain first. If he's stubborn, I'll hover a clip over a patch of skin and release it at the same time as I give his cock a little tongued kiss.

It's simple. He can end this torture if he submits to me, that is, he addresses me correctly as sir and his superior, and begs me to make him cum. I expect his entire torso to be full of clips before that happens. That's ok by me, though. Watching him squirm and scream from the pain is just as enjoyable as seeing him lay down his stupid chauvinism and beg for daddy's mercy and attention. Weren't you calling me a faggot just a moment ago? Look who's the fag now... he's just a little boy looking for release in my hands.

Either way, I'm edging him through the cascade of clipping pains and ruining his orgasm whether he asks for one or not. I'll film him making a mess of himself and threaten to post it to the public if he doesn't agree to be my personal painslut manservant.

- @bear-den-xxx ❤️

He makes you take off your shirt and binder long before you need to, and he openly leers at you.

We discuss your body like you aren't even there, and ignore your quiet, pathetic attempts to "correct" our she/her pronoun usage. You're sitting there with your tits out in a public shop, why would anyone use male pronouns for you?

The piercer takes a long time lining up the piercings, drawing and redrawing lines on your nipples, staring at your body in the full-length mirror, pressing and pulling on your sensitive skin. He keeps making comments about how you have the perfect shape for this, and I agree.

He gets much closer to you than he needs to during the piercing, making sure your dangling arm, which he ordered you not to move, is rubbing against his crotch.

You let out some beautiful noises when he finally does it, hot tears rolling down your cheeks. The piercer makes it obvious that he's hard as he moves around to the other side.

You gasp and whine when he does the second, and he leans back to look you up and down again. We both agree you look beautiful like this. He warns that you definitely can't wear your binder for several weeks, and I nod too. Definitely no binder, and probably no bras either. Everyone should be able to see your beautiful tits and their new jewelry through a tshirt.

but hey, sure. i'll let him convince himself he isn't really that gay, let him come up with excuse after excuse. and at the end of the day, when his useless cock twitches even harder every time i praise him for being a faggot, i won't say a damn thing about it. bite my tongue, let him keep believing. i'll help him indulge in that little fantasy of his. of ours.