pony in a plastic plane

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Touch and grope me until my cunt gets wet and drippy. Then point out that obviously it wouldn't get wet unless I was enjoying it. That it's all needy now because I'm such a desperate slut who wants to stretched around a cock.

Force your huge throbbing cock into my cunt, and make sure to tell me that you can feel me squeezing around it, my pussy greedily pulling it in. That if I really didn't want it, I wouldn't have let it fill me up so easily. But you can tell that my crying and struggling is just for show from how well I'm taking you.

Tell me it's not rape if I orgasm, because I'd only cum if it felt good, right? Then force me to cum again and again, squirting helplessly around your cock, even when I try so so hard not to cum from something like this.

Make me listen to the wet noises my pussy makes, and the moans and whispers that inevitably escape my mouth. Of course, you'd make sure to stop if I didn't like it! But clearly I do, because my body is making such slutty noises. Guess you need to keep going, since I like it so much.

"Wanting to be fat (much like wanting to be thin or in-betweeny or athletically built) isn't something I, or anyone else, should have to defend. But it is something I want to talk about more. In radical fat acceptance conversations, it's pretty much acceptable to say that you actually enjoy being fat; that you see beauty in it, that you see beauty in the fatness of others, and that you feel empowered by the way you look. In mainstream conversations and day-to-day interactions, that isn't remotely the case. If you are fat, and you are not publicly trying to "fix" yourself, you need a reason and an excuse. You need proof that you're healthy regardless. You need proof that your weight "cannot be helped." Saying you're fat because it's something you want remains more or less off limits, and certainly not something met with respect for one's choices.

I'm over it. As is the case for most people, I am fat for a few reasons. But the main one is simple: That's how I like it. Some people aren't fat because of illness or the financial burdens of "eating clean" or because their parents are fat, too (not that there's anything wrong with that). Some people just want to be fat.

Princess had a very hard day, luckily, taking captive out and beating it always improves her mood greatly. It always hopes it won't go back in...but it always just goes back in. Once she feels better, why have it around?

(sound on for Princess laughter and toy noises)

I know that's what you've been thinking. I've been treating you more like a lover. You think that because I let you sleep chained to my bed instead of on the cold basement floor that I'm going to get sloppy, that I'll start trusting you, that you'll have the chance to escape. I know how that brain of yours works. On some level you have to know the truth- you'll never get out of here.

You probably had a better chance of getting out before, when you were still a cold, crying thing in the basement, before I brought you upstairs to stay with me. I hardly cared, then, you were just another pet. A thing pretending to be a person that was just slow enough for me to catch. If you ran off or died or lost your marbles I'd just get a new one. Your cuffs were one-size-fits-all and the basement window has always been broken. You had a chance then. Not anymore. I'm more careful- you're special now. You made yourself irreplaceable.