Here To Scroll My Kinky Dreams

I know (apologetically)

I know (condescendingly)

It's supposed to

Good

I'm sorry

It'll be over soon

Stop whining

And it'll get worse if you don't *insert threat*

Well it wouldn't have to if you didn't *insert mistake*

You're supposed to say 'thank you'

I love hearing you say that

This is nothing, I'll show you actual pain

Get used to it

You'll get used to it

Stop lying

At least you still feel it

Shut up

Why don't you beg me to stop, then?

Can't be that bad if you're still talking

I don't care

Did I ask?

It's the only way you'll learn

i hit her a bunch with this wrench i found?

"The temperature drops so much from a high pour, it'll barely scar you." Reaching to the table behind me, pouring some into an unseen cup, and turning back with a smile.

"Are you ready?" Letting it sink in, letting them start to panic. Raising my cup high and dribbling it onto their face below. They arch and gasp and scream in shock, and then realize--it's ice water. Shivering on the ground, in tears, panting for breath, dripping wet. Eyes wide as they grapple with their terror, the threat averted for now.

"Aren't I so merciful?" I'm smiling down at them, empty cup and full kettle in my hands.

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You need a sadistic stalker dom in your life. Maybe one day, your dom gets off of work early, and lets themself into your apartment with the key they copied from a picture they took while you were in the bathroom two months ago. They wait behind your front door to ambush you when you get home. The instant your bag hits the floor, strong hands wrench your arms behind your back and manhandle you into the bedroom, hardly noticing your flailing. Your heart can't help but race, even though you quickly realize who it is. You two had been sexting for a while, and had even hooked up a few times, but you had a fight last week, and hadn't talked much since. You had hoped it was water under the bridge but...

They tie you up on the bed, forcing a thick inflatable gag past your teeth until it nestles at the back of your throat. They pump it up, beginning to pry your jaw apart, stopping just short of dislocation. A thin tube runs through a hole in the punishing rubber, tickling your gag reflex as you try to control your dry heaving, tears pooling in your reddening eyes. They just smile at you. You are utterly fucked.

Daddy is rough, throwing me into position and hitting me hard and fast until I’m a wreck. He doesn’t care about talking to me or making me repeat what I did wrong, he cares about teaching me a lesson through a bruised ass. Then he fucks me hard, calling me bad and stupid and telling me I deserve to be hurt like a painslut.

The reverse of the situation is hot too, daddy putting me in the corner crying and mommy coming back to say oh such a poor red ass. Come over here and let me see what he did to you

Wore a microthong to work today for fun and I just keep feeling my pussy bulging out on either side and it pinched my clit.

We all know I like objectifying, mean bondage.

This one starts with you kneeling on an ishidaki board, legs spread with ankles behind an upright post. You’ll be attached to the post by tight waist rope, and an armbinder pulling your elbows around the post behind you. Unable to squirm or pull away, or even really offer your shins relief.

I’ll tie your ankles down and behind your knees, just to ensure you can’t lift your legs up. From there, I’ll add a nice neck corset, nose hooks, and a tightly packed gag. I’ll clamp your nipples too, tying them to a weight in front of you. Again, no squirming.

From there, I’ll be kind and warm you up a bit. Some caning to your exposed calves, some face slaps, maybe some kicks and punches to your stomach. Maybe I’ll get a pointy stick, prodding into your stretched nostrils and sensitive nipples.

Of course, we can’t forget the opportunity to step on those cane marks and really push those shins into the board.

Once you’re sufficiently crying, I’ll tape a bag over your head and add a tube out the top so you can breathe when it’s uncovered. I’ll sit down in front of you, forcing you to make eye contact. You’ll watch me slowly light a cigarette, and carefully exhale into the tube. Your poor little bag will fill with smoke, your eyes will sting, and you’ll try so hard to suck fresh air in to clear the smoke. I’ll cover the tube, and you’ll be forced to cough and sputter and fight against the smoke for me.