Finding my center again

i bred you in your sleep, over and over, slow and quiet, just to see how much your body could hold, now you’re waking up dazed and broken, sore little cunt leaking all over the bed, eyes glassy and empty, just how i like you

reducing a sub to "mhm" and "nu huh" so she doesn't have the words to argue when you tell her to do depraved things

once getting embarrassed starts to make you horny, you really are pretty much cooked. like, shame was supposed to be the emotion that would have saved you, and now it's also making you worse. nothing to do but enjoy the trip down, at that point.

There’s something so hot about kissing a girl while you finger her or play with her clit or whatever. You can feel even the slightest changes in her breathing when you hit a good spot, and you start to more possessively kiss her the more she’s distracted. Break the kiss just long enough to look her deep in her eyes and tell her she’s being a good girl for you, then attack her again. Don’t stop until she moans into your mouth while she cums.

Many relationships would be a lot healthier if we romanticized honest, open and direct communication instead of idealizing the idea of a partner who's intuitively in tune with your every need. You don't need someone who can read your mind, you just need someone who's willing to listen when you speak.

You deserve love now. Not once you lose weight. Not once you accomplish that thing. Not once you move. Not once you get on medication. Not once you start therapy. Not once you get that job. Not once you're more like them. Now. You don't have to earn the right to be loved. You deserve it right now, and always have.

gently choke her till you make her silly brain go all fuzzy

If it makes you wet, and if you can't stop, can it really be that embarrassing?

A relationship dynamic built on years of kink and power exchange. Plenty of late nights, whether laughing and fucking and holding each other. Gradually trying more kinky and kinkier things, dabbling in free use and sadomasochism and degradation until they become the relationship norm. Until one night you both realize one of you is completely subservient and obedient. Property in the realest sense of the word. Deciding together you're going to take that last step. All property, all the time, all theirs to decide what to do with, forever and always, in all ways. One of them stops working to focus on the other while they work from home. Locked in a collar they don't get the key for. Rituals form and the sex gets more depraved but there's also a shift to not only fuck but submit in service too. The dom decides every minute of their schedule, assigns them chores, controls the finances, decides what is even allowed in their wardrobe and how they'll be permitted to look, what they're allowed to eat and how they must exercise. Everything and every part of their body, mind, and soul controlled and decided for. The ultimate trust fall. Pretty soon, neither of them know where one ends and the other begins, intuitively obsessed and attuned to the other's needs. Just property and owner, as they always should have been.