Valentin 22, he him. My doll and it's dollhouse. My idiot.

Wtf would you even do for rabbit play or deer play

I miss your blog so much where are you and your partner?? (The normal one)

I’ve been dreaming of a white Christmas. (Buy you a beautiful gift you’ll love, before slamming your face down on the table while I bend you over, forcing coke across your teeth and in your nose, and railing you until you’re bleeding, before cumming across your bloody cocaine smeared face. Afterwards I’ll make you spiked eggnog and cuddle with you until I can go again.)

You don’t see the brass knuckles under my gloves. That’s good, you weren’t supposed to. You’re supposed to feel them, figure out that they’re there. If you don’t get it now, maybe the bruises later will help you connect the dots. I want to see you spit out teeth and blood, cough up clots and phlegm. I want to see you hanging limp against the wall, head lolling back and forth while you mutter nonsense. I want to kill you. Put you in a coma and use you until they pull the plug. Obviously I’m taking my anger out on you. Obviously I don’t care. So I’ll take you in death, too. I’ll beat you, cut you, shoot you, fuck the mess that you leave in my hands, the guts and bits of muscle and cartilage. Until you’re nothing but a stain on my carpet, you’ll be my toy.

You’re alienating a looot of people by not letting ageplay interact with your post…

I’ve finished grading your papers, and honestly I can say I’m appalled. You sit in my class all day and do what? I’m not here for hours a day to watch you daydream about being fucked and used, while I’m up front wasting my fucking breath. You think you deserve ‘extra credit’? You think I’m going to give you more work and lessons just for it all to go to your stupid drooling holes? I think you should get exactly what you wanted. When you come in for class tomorrow, you’ll leave your bag at the door, take off your shoes and set them there too. I want you to kneel facing the board, hands behind your back, and looking up, waiting. When class begins and I’m ready to get up and speak, you’ll open your useless mouth, the one that never spoke up or answered any questions, and you’ll wait. I’ll slip my cock into your mouth, let you sit nice and pretty and keep me warm. Don’t you think that’s a much better career path for you? And make sure you make eye contact while I’m speaking, I hate disrespect.