Pumpkin

It also lifts any expectation of him to need to be focused on me. He can reach for porn without hesitation if he needs it to focus his overthinking mind. He can continue chatting with someone on tumblr if they’re being entertaining. He can essentially ignore me until he wants to cum.

I adore the freedom and dehumanisation of it all.

Over time, when we did this last, I had started feeling like I wasn’t part of his sex life anymore. When Daddy suggested yesterday that we manage that with a list of humiliating activities that would enable me to be treated better, I wasn’t completely convinced. But I’m thinking about it now and unfff.

Imagine begging to drink his morning pee (and doing it), just for the feeling of an edge at his fingers.

Imagine begging for him to sell me to strangers to fuck, just to eventually feel his cock in my cunt for a few minutes.

Imagine offering him my credit card to pay for a date with someone else in the hope that he’ll let me cum when he tells me about it afterwards.