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You’re sitting in class when your phone keeps lighting up with their messages. At first, it’s all praise that make you smile, But then the tone shifts. They start describing exactly what they’d do to you if they were with you. Every sentence makes your thighs press together under the desk. You try to focus, but heat pooling low, breath catching at every buzz of your phone. By the time class finally ends you’re Flustered, needy, and desperate for their touch.

There’s a different kind of thrill when your dom’s hand meets your skin. The rush of endorphins when their fingers tighten around your throat is intoxicating. Like the most addictive drug. In a heartbeat, you shift from their “princess” to their “pathetic toy.” All you want is to break for them, and all they want is to watch you break.

You’re fighting him bodies crashing. He pin you down on your stomach, breathing heavy. You feel it. Hard. Pressed against you. “Seriously? Over this?” you grind on it, smirking, trying to shame them. He grunt, jaw tightening. You do it again mocking, slow, dirty. But suddenly, his hands lock around your hips. “You want to tease? Then fucking take it.” And now you’re not in charge anymore. They are.

Being tossed into the trunk of your dom’s car, the world muffled and vibrating with every turn of the wheels. You know exactly where you’re going your favorite forest. The car stops. The trunk clicks open. They look down at you with a cold smile “You have 10 minutes to run.” You make it maybe five minutes before they catch you slamming you into a tree with a hand over your mouth, blade slicing through your clothes. They press you into the dirt, the cold earth biting your skin while their heat engulfs you. just claiming. The forest echoes with your cries as they take what’s theirs, over and over, until you’re shaking, marked, and utterly ruined beneath them.

Sitting on your doms lap. His presence alone makes you needy and the moment you feel his hardness beneath you, that aching urge takes over. Without thinking, you start to grind against him slow and desperate. His hardness presses perfectly against your clit, making you gasp. Your dom grabs your hips so you stop. “Oh? Don’t stop now, Since you’re so needy, show me just how desperate you are.”

You and your dom go to a club. He leaves to go get you a drink. As you talk to a guy and dance with him your dom comes back face full of nonchalance as he gives you your drink. You drink it all in one go. As the night goes on you notice your doms calmness but you don’t think about it because your so dizzy. Your dom carries you home as the word sways then goes dark. You wake up and there’s something in you. It’s the barrel of your doms gun. You want to fight him off you want to say no but you can’t even lift your limbs or talk. “what’s wrong? you were so energetic earlier.” he says with faux sympathy as you fuck you with his gun. “You wanted to act out…” He clicks the safety off. “Now I get to play too.”

You and your dom are on your nightly call. Your talking about your current interests. He keeps responding “mhm” to prove he’s listening. As you keep talking you notice how quiet he is so you get quiet. Till he says “keep talking, pet. Im so close.”

You’re at the movies with you’re dom. you’re enjoying the movie not paying attention to you’re dom. Until you feel the vibrations inside of you. A quiet moan slips out but their hand is already over your mouth. “Careful,” they murmurs. “We don’t want anyone knowing what a needy little slut you are.”

Sometimes I like to think every bruise he leaves is a reward. Maybe it comes from a punishment but his mark on me will always feel like a reward. Even when we're fucking and he grabs too hard it's not carelessness, it's passion overwhelming him. In those moments, when he loses control, I win and the bruise left is my reward. The cuts are the ultimate reward, though. Those are deliberate little scars that whisper, 'I belong to him.'

Waiting till your dom is sleeping, then tying his hands up. When he wakes up you edge him multiple times till he's whimpering. Little did you know, that while edging him, he's been working the on the ropes. When he frees himself he punishes you by making you cum till you're a crying mumbling mess.

Introducing your dom to someone who doesn’t know him. Instead of telling them his name you tell them the name of someone he hates. He squeezes your hand and you stop talking knowing you fucked up. He barely lets the person finish talking before he’s dragging you to the car. He spanks you making you spell his name with every spank. Even while sobbing you are turned on. He makes you cum once twice a third then a fourth. Once he’s done his torture his name is the only thing you can even think of.

Playing with yourself without permission. So he tells “you can’t finish till I say so.” You immediately start apologizing but he just says “No puppies have to be taught or else they will never learn.” You’re already so close to the edge. But you wanna be good for him so you don’t finish. Getting close over and over again while he degrades you. He lets you finish while thanking him. You want to insult him but you can’t even think of one after that.

Good girl it’s ok. I’ve been called it before. Still gets the juices flowing. But good boy... “Be a good boy and do-” I’ll do it. “You’re such a good boy” yes I am. Good boy is top 10 ways to turn my brain off.

I want to brain dead after it. I don’t mean “oh I want to be fucked hard”. No I want to be fucked within an inch of my life. I want to come out with at least five bruises and some cuts. Take all that anger youve held in all week out on my body.