DominantDeerThing

let me grope you in public. let me grope you, feel you up, squeeze you, show you off to all the strangers around us. let me do it, let me. or better yet, don't. make it fun for me

Waking up from a drug induced sleep after a date to find yourself tied to a bedpost. Your first thought would probably be to panic, but why? You aren't bound tightly, just enough to keep you in place under the covers. Like the way an owner ties their dog to a post before stepping into a grocery store, a secure hold that says "You'll be okay, just stay here until I get back." Really think about what you gain from struggling and possibly escaping. Leaving the warm sheets and the dedicated captor for what? Work? Bills? Family stress? It's natural to feel a twinge of guilt for the thought of staying and forgetting everything else, but it's better if you just relax and settle back into your new bed.

hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.

I can’t help but think I sound a bit like a serial killer when I desire something… telling a cute boy how much I want to hurt him… how much I’d love to see him in tears… how I’d pierce every part of his body with needles if he gave me the chance… and yet sweet little things still offer themselves to me so willingly. Does it not scare you at all? What id do to you if I had the chance? 🖤

owning toys you know are too big for you is just asking for me to force them inside of you

imagine being sat at the edge of the bed, being denied for hours while your denier is knelt between your legs, just kissing the insides of your thighs. not touching where you need, only letting out soft breaths to make your tdick throb. watching them be so close making you throb and drool, but never actually pleasuring you.

Gods I want to do this to my pet. Make them beg for hours