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You'd be terrified, trying to grab at my phone. Threatening me. But it's hard to be intimidating when you're flushed red and dripping precum in a pair of tiny pink panties. Voice cracking and trembling all over. You're so adorable ❤️

The video is on the cloud by this point. I'm not giving it up. You have no choice but to do what I say unless you want me sharing it with everyone we know.

Your ex included.

So I'll have my fun with you. Have you wear a pretty thong of your own under your work clothes. Make you condition yourself by only letting you get off to the porn I like. You'll worship my pussy, hump my leg like a dog in heat, take all sorts of incriminating photos to appease me. You're gonna make such an excellent porn star, baby.

And then one day... I'll be done with you.

I'll let you watch as I delete the evidence. Let you check to make sure it really is gone. I'll give you a little peck on the cheek and you'll never have to worry about me again.

And you feel... relief, right? Because that's what you wanted. For all the scary threats to go away. For me to leave you alone. You justed wanted to go back to your regular normal life and forget about this nightmare.

But you find yourself touching yourself every night to memories of me. The humiliating things I made you do. Nothing feels as good as my cooed praise and callous touch. You miss me like a fucking limb.

I'd hardly be surprised to find you at my door the next morning, prostrate on the ground in a pair of panties I'd left behind, begging to be my fuck toy again.

No one understands you like I do, darling.

I lower myself onto your face slowly, taking my time, watching as you look up at me with a mix of anticipation and obedience. Your hands rest lightly on my thighs as you open your mouth eagerly and your tongue immediately parts my folds.

You moan softly beneath me as I rock my hips gently against your mouth, guiding you exactly where I want you.

I reach down, tangling my fingers in your hair, holding you in place as you work to please me. Your tongue licking and swirling, desperate to earn my approval as you suck on my clit softly.

“Good job” I murmur, my voice low, and I could feel your response in the way your tongue quickens, flicking over my clit.

I lean forward slightly, pressing down harder against your mouth and you react quickly, your tongue moving with desperation, sending shivers through me. Your nose brushes against me with every movement, adding a teasing friction that makes my thighs tremble as I ground myself against your face.

You moan again and I tug on your hair, tilting your head just enough to make you hit the perfect angle. Your hands stay where they were, gripping my thighs, making me gasp.

“Don’t stop” I whisper and you obey without hesitation, your tongue moving faster now, sucking on my clit with more intensity, your mouth completely devoted to bringing me pleasure.

I tilt my hips slightly, adjusting the angle, and your tongue follows effortlessly, finding the exact spot that makes my breath hitch. Your tongue grows more confident, dragging along my folds before circling my clit as I moan for you.

Looking down at you, I could see the flush on your cheeks, the wetness glistening on your lips and chin, your eyes half lidded with focus, the sight sending a rush of heat through me and I roll my hips harder, your tongue never faltering as you adjust to meet my every need.

“You look so pretty like this” I say, my voice shaky as your hands hold my thighs firmly to keep me steady.

I grip your hair tighter, encouraging you and you latch on more hungrily, sucking and licking in a way that sends sparks shooting through me.

“You’re such a good boy” I gasp, my words broken by a moan as the pleasure overwhelms me. I rock my hips against you, grinding harder now, and I hear your muffled moan that sends another jolt through my body.

Your tongue licks with an urgency that matches my own, our moans growing louder as I move faster, grinding myself against you, letting you feel how close I am.

“You make me feel so good, love” I say between moans and my thighs clench around your head, moments before I cum all over your face, screaming your name. My body shudders as you draw out every wave of pleasure and your hands loosen on my thighs as I collapse against you, utterly spent.

When I finally look down at you, I notice your swollen lips, your flushed face glistening and your expression full of satisfaction.

My fingers in your hair loosen, shifting instead to stroke gently along your damp forehead. I lift my hips to ease off of you and I take a moment to admire how dazed and hazy you look.

I reach down, tracing my thumb over your bottom lip, watching as you instinctively part your mouth for me.

THANK YOU ALL FOR 1K FOLLOWERS!!

Here's my voice reveal, finally! Enjoy me reading out the Kinktober prompt I did for Stockholm Syndrome where I describe exactly what I'd do if you were my sweet little captive. Hopefully the accent isn't too big of a shock.

Maybe I'll read more out in the future if this is well-received 👀

TW - abduction, dubcon, manipulation, gaslighting

Choosing what he wears everyday

Fixing up his appearance and tidying up his hair

Ordering food for him and deciding what he eats

Feeding him the last few mouthfuls of food

Telling him to come here and pointing to a spot on the floor

Putting your hand on him to lead him places

Making him do chores for you

Bathing him

Telling him "no" in a loving voice

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Dahlia core 💌

Thankfully, it wasn't six pictures of Ash Ketchum. Otherwise, I'd fucking die or something.

Ash/H/"Æ" Core 💀🤘

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I could be wearing my nice fluffy pjs.

Or a nice leather outfit.

Or a slutty little skirt and crop top.

Or even jeans and a flannel.

as i return to face him, my gaze falls between his legs. with a small smile, i bend down, placing gentle bites along the smooth, round muscles of his ass. he lets out a shaky breath. “so hard already,” i purr. “so ready for me…we will see whether you deserve to cum for me tonight, sweet one. would you like that?” “yes, goddess,” he breathes.

“good.” i pause, allowing his anticipation and apprehension to build in the silence. then, in a smooth, deliberate motion, i raise the paddle and strike the left side of his ass, hard. his hips jerk at the impact. one. after a few moments, i deliver a similar blow on his right. two. carefully, calculatedly, i begin increasing the force behind each blow. three. four. five. six. he prides himself on his pain tolerance; and while no sound escapes his lips, his face is reddening, and his hands clench the chain connecting his handcuffs to the headboard. he draws slow, steady breaths as he struggles to remain in control. seven. eight. nine. i relish the sight of the angry red marks spreading across his skin, and the way his eyes, already shut tight in concentration, squeeze more tightly as he flinches from each blow. ten. eleven. twelve. thirteen. pausing, i lean down and stroke the side of his face. his eyes open, and i see they are filled with tears. “so strong,” i murmur. “you are doing so good for me…and the more vulnerable you are, the more of your pain you give me, the more pleasure i will consume you with, sweet one.” gazing up at me, he nods. “it is all right to cry,” i whisper, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye.

he whimpers at the fourteenth blow, his muscles taut. i allow the pauses between each stroke to grow longer, to allow him to adjust to the increasing impact…and to prolong, and savor, this connection between us. fifteen. his strong hands pull desperately at the handcuffs. i adjust my grip on the paddle’s handle, preparing to intensify the ensuing blows. sixteen. seventeen. squirming now, he yelps each time the wood connects with his skin, his tears flowing freely into the sheets. eighteen. nineteen. twenty. a small sob, barely audible, escapes his lips. several moments pass.

“we will stop there,” i say softly. he is breathing hard, his legs trembling. carefully, i unbuckle his ankles, kissing the backs of his shaking thighs, noting as i do that he is harder than ever, his tip wet. i place a pillow under his midsection, guiding his hips downward until he is flat on the bed. buckling on my strap, i straddle him and lean forward to plant soft, lingering kisses up his back, my long hair brushing his skin. reaching his face, i press my lips to his temple, his skin still wet with tears. “you make me so proud,” i whisper, turning on the vibrating dildo affixed to the strap.

Like please use me like an object

Mommy's personal sex doll who can't talk, see, or move

You could do anything to me that you wanted, and I couldn't say no or beg to stop. Tease me as much as you wanted and leave me waiting because I'd never be able to tell when you'd touch me

I'd be laying there one minute with you teasing my cock, and then the next minute you're sitting on my face and I'd be surprised every time

Fuck, you could even do nothing and just leave me laying there whimpering while you touch yourself and make me listen to your moans while im not able to do anything

It'd be even hotter if I was gagged with mommy's cum soaked panties and I had handcuffs that bit into my wrists

I'm mommy's good little fucktoy

I can just imagine going out to a bar with her as she wants you to meet her friends and show off what a good boy I am.

She goes off to the bathroom and whilst shes gone one her friends get a bit close and touchy with me, praising me for being so well behaved.

My mommy would come back and see the interaction, immediately putting me on her lap in front of her friends playing with my hair.

"that was very naughty."

I'd get confused looking at her with nothing but fear, I don't ever want to make my mommy upset,

"you shouldn't be letting anyone else touch you but mommy darling you know better."

My brain would go fuzzy when her hand grips my jaw, I don't even care about the people around us, I just want to prove I'm a good boy.

When we get home mommy can use me however she wants, play with her toy and remind me I'm all hers.

"look at that, see the way your body reacts naturally to me, you're all mine baby boy."

"god look at this, your prince parts are all sticky sweetheart, was it all the attention from mommys friends?"

I'd shake my head rapidly of course it wasn't.

"what if mommy made you sit on her fingers in front of her friends show them all the noises and reactions you make for me, show them how truly good you are for me."

Just wave at him across the room and summon him to you

And he eagerly comes over to you expecting some attention

And then just tell him you were just making sure he would obey