Bloodshot Eyes And Desperate Cries

Woke up thinking about sitting in someone’s lap. Damn this volunteer shortage.

Some ways to ensure I comply: Choking me until you can’t hear me say no. French kissing my pussy until I lose my voice and I can’t keep begging you to stop. Slapping me between my legs until I’m crying, then making me earn numbing cream. Forcing me down, pumping me full of your load and then only giving me a Plan B once I’ve done whatever you want me to. Blackmailing me with all of the pretty pictures I take (it’s what they’re there for)

On a roll today! Imagine trying to pull my panties down while I hold them up and fight you, begging you to stop. “No, no, not here, wait, please,” I’m whining and then you decide just to pull the fabric to the side.

Get me to agree to meet up with you at a hotel. Convince me to wear a slutty little outfit; a short skirt, a thin little cropped top with a waist chain, no panties, maybe some thigh highs to hide the bruises you’re going to give my knees. Then, choke me out while you shove your tip in me, and wait until my eyes flutter shut to shove all the way in. Fill me up until I’m leaking your cum and then take me on a walk as a reward like a good dog so you can parade me around in public after using me. Mark me up, bruise me and slash me where everyone can see and find out if any strangers will notice the damage you’ve done while I push my thighs together to keep from spilling what I’m still fighting to hold inside of me. If I do really well, maybe you can clean me up with your mouth, shove your tongue inside of me and do a really thorough inspection to be sure I’m squeaky clean for you. Take before and after pictures so you can make me famous, or so you can keep them to yourself to return to whenever you want to jerk off.

God, I would love casual condescension as a form of dominance. Asking someone to pick out what I wear for me, and having them openly disapprove of every outfit that I come up with as an option. Having them tell me again and again that I’m not doing enough but with the caveat that it will have to do because it is my very best, all I can muster. I want to give my all and be met with 40% or even less in return; I want someone to show me they love me by barely putting up with me and rubbing it in the whole while.

Need a completely psychotic, incel, loser to control my life. I’m fairly put together and confident in work/personal spaces and the idea of a stranger getting to alter or control that excites me! I need a creep/pervert to treat me like I’m just a toy or a doll. Tell me what to wear every day and what to eat- Make me complacent and compliant so that I’m easy to keep controlling no matter who you are.

Long haired old man, please save me, long haired old man… 😿🥺

I need a daddy who wants to go so above and beyond to help me succeed that it essentially becomes him pimping me out. Work me up with simple pet names and sweet nothings until I’m peeling my clothes off for you on camera and then distribute it immediately as a “surprise”. Help me “build a career” doing the only thing I’m good for. Turn me into a porn star without my knowledge, I’m certainly not going to be able to pinpoint any new OnlyFans pages if I’m not looking for them. Maybe you never even tell me about it, maybe you just wait until I start making you money to send me even smaller clothes and even bigger toys with little explanation aside from what you want to see me doing with them in my next video. Hold me to deadlines, manage and promote me online, dress me up as your own little personal doll to see what sells, like exploiting my image for your own pleasure is just a fun strategy game or a puzzle and not you potentially ruining my life.

Okay, ACAB, but Coyle is SO FUCKING FINE. Fuck the police, in this instance literally. Keep talking to me in your gravelly voice about how you’re going to make me lick your boots, Officer, PLEASE!