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I'm Jay, she/her, 21 years old, bisexual (but this is a wlw blog; men be gone), domme
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Men and minors DNI (Put your age on your blog or you'll be blocked)
✨Intro Post✨
Hey there, sweethearts~~
I'm Jay, she/her, 21 years old, bisexual (but this is a wlw blog; men be gone), domme
Asks are open. DMs are currently closed.

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she/her, 20. if i could be 🐞?
ideas..... hmm i love when posts feel directed towards someone. the emotional component is what makes it so nice. perhaps you could tell me your fantasy about a crush or some such?
Look at that, a lovely little ladybug landed on my blog! Nice to meet you, sweet thing. Yes, that emoji is all yours.
Oh you love when my posts feel directed at someone? Can you tell when one of my pieces has a muse? To be honest, I haven't had a crush since I was 11 and if we count fictional crushes then all I'd want to do to those is kidnap them from their workplace and take them to a soft cabin in nature where they can just sleep for a month and not worry about their one thousand responsibilities. But perhaps this is something I can work with, thank you for the suggestion, sweet ladybug.
Hi again Jay!!!:)
I like that emoji! I'm pretty shy and awkward at the beginning but once I get comfortable I won't stop yapping and talking random things hahaha
And I'm glad that me being inexperience and virgin isn't a barrier, I'm kinda insecure about that because I met a few girls and once they found out that I'm not experience they just lost interest on me so you know, in this dynamic I thought it would be a problem.
Oh by the way, how should I refer to you? Any title or pet name? I've searching some stuffs so I'm learning about bdsm and consent is one of the most important things so I wanna make sure I do good with you!!
-your shy little anon🫣
It suits you perfectly then 😉 I can't wait until you get comfortable and turn into a yapper.
I'll have to let you know that people around here are more inexperienced than you'd think, darling and that inexperienced wouldn't matter to a person if they're willing to be gentle and patient with you, so it's really their loss. As for this dynamic, you have to start somewhere, gorgeous. Educating yourself and being patient (with yourself and your partner) is often more important than the experience. A person might be very experienced yet has no regard for their partner's needs or pleasure, one does not make the other.
Well, you'll see people around here use miss, ma'am or mommy if they're subs and prefer to use those. You could simply call me Jay if you'd like and if you want to be extra sweet later on when we get to know each other, darling and sweetheart are totally fine to use.
Hope I see you around, my little shy anon and good luck on your tumblr adventure! Be patient, respectful and know your worth and you'll be able to have fun, sweet thing. 💋
hi miss <3
just wanted to ask how your day was going!! give you something sweet to respond to :)
xo,
@sapphic-wasteland 🐇
Hey, gorgeous
I feel like I've been giving the same answer to this question for the past week or so... my day was busy 😅 Although this one was just plain boring busy not the chaotic type.
Aww thank you for the sweet little treat in my inbox. I hope you're taking care of yourself, little thing 💋
A part of me is kinda scared to use the toy, but I'll let you know once I used it. I had been thinking about it a while and now there was also a discount (kind of a drugstore but you can buy everything; things for hair, candy, makeup etc). So I bought a dildo (silicone one and with a suction at the end; thing for putting in on the floor or against a wall I believe & plug
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That's nice. Lmao, self-help books are so real. Tried it once but gave up. Any recommendations for romance fantasy?
Good luck with your finals. You got it miss. I finished reading dear Evan Hansen a while ago & currently reading a detective book of Carla Kovach. & from time to time fanfiction
Oh I started watching recently station 19 & high potential. You? Any shows or movies that you're watching or started?
Random question: What do you need for aftercare?
Last but not least. Take care of yourself 🫶❤️
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Awww it's alright to be a bit scared, cutie, just make sure you're in the right mindset and don't put pressure on yourself and use loads of lube. Hope you can enjoy them, sweet sunshine! (Also you're adorable, yes the suction is to attach it to the floor or wall or technically anything it can get attached to)
Oh yeah of course, a series I really enjoyed is the Cruel Prince series by Holly Black (everyone has zero morals, the female mc is bad ass and her solution to everything is murder, the male mc is an absolute simp, what's not to love) and another series that I read recently and enjoyed was Once Upon a Broken Heart (this one has the kind of male mc that hates the femal's guts and is a HUGE ass on the outside but will say "Who did this?!" in anger if he saw her hurt). Both of those are enemies to lovers btw.
Thank you, sweetheart. Oooh those sounf like such sophisticated reads for some reason, I've heard of Dear Hansen but have no clue what ut's about. How was it? Did you enjoy reading those books?
Hmmm I don't think I've heard of those shows but to be honest, I haven't watched anything new in a while. I'm currently rewatching The Gilded Age and of course I watched Hail Mary because of all the hype (which was totally worth it, such an adorable movie with stunning visuals)
Oh that's such a sweet question. It's honestly mostly just water and reassurance that the wonderful person I'm with is alright and had an enjoyable time. Snacks depend on whether or not I'll sleep afterwards (my body does not agree with food before sleep) and if this a physical rather than online situation, lots and lots of cuddles of course.

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the amount of pet names have me blushing like crazy omg >_<
so before i write anything it is the middle of the night and i am half asleep so um
yea
okay so
wait also the way you write is so mesmerizing did you know that? fucking beautiful
anyway
yes i mayyy have a lil praise kink :3 i do blush at being called... certain names... its not as intense as anyone ive ever talked to abt this stuff seems to think though, that scene you wrote earlier kind of maybe turned me the fuck on and i have been known to get people to say they're beautiful but it never seems to have the same effect on them and they just think it's weird and don't do it back its annoying (it would take a LOT to get me to say smth good about myself tho tbh)
my memory has gone blank and i cant remember what your reply said so im literally just winging it
the snack and drink think, dyou think a white monster would do? i dont eat much and i dont like eating so idk a snack to make me feel better would probably feel weird and make me feel worseee and i neverrrrr drink water i havent had water in months i much prefer pepsi and monster
(this is gonna sound kinda depressing but as hot as it is telling me i need to take care of myself and it's my responsibility, ive not taken care of myself since i was like seven so ill probably be fine. totally not fucking up my brain for the rest of my life. totally not.)
i cant take anything seriously in this headspace butttttttt i really do appreciate you taking the time to reply to me thank you <3
i cant remember what i was gonna sayyyyyyyy
im so sorry im so bad at this. um. what's your favorite song? tell me about your day :3
idk what im doing
random question... knowing what you know about me rn what aftercare would you suggest for me? like you mentioned water and a snack so that?
do i sound really rude or am i being paranoid?
see this is why i dont go on my phone at night im so sorry if you've read all this
im gonna go before i humiliate myself further
have a nice dayyyyy idk if i already said thattt if i did have a double nice dayyyyyy
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also! i did not read this because i know if i do it's all gonna get deleted sooooo uh blame typos on my shitty autocorrect totally not my fault
Oh is that so? One of my favourite things is making cuties blush. 😉 Thank you, that's such a nice compliment, glad you like my writing so much!
I'm going yo deviate off the aftercare topic because I can't ignore the fact that you seem to be surviving off soft drinks and little food which is very dangerous. I'm sorry you don't like eating, I don't know what your history is like or how your mental and physical health are but this is not the way to nourish your mind and body, little star. If you had a dear friend who had thr same lifestyle would you worry for them? Would you try to help them? If the answer is yes then perhaps you should also try to help yourself, darling, I know it's not easy but you have to learn to take care of yourself. How about you try have a cup of water everyday?
Now to the aftercare topic, a white monster would most certainly not do, sweetheart. You could have an electrolyte drink if you don't enjoy water but not something carbonated and most definitely not an energy drink. Snacks you could always ease into, it could be fruit, a popsicle if you need something cooling, something salty like goldfish or pretzels. There are a lot of options and it's not a full meal, just a little something to replenish your energy.
Knowing what I know right now, I would first remove all soft drinks from you vicinity and make you eat, little star. I'll be honest, I usually try to make sure my play partners are (mostly) healthy people and take care of themselves. If they didn't do it before they knew me then I make them do it once we know each other. So let's say you did that, you started drinking more water and less soft drinks and you started eating more and more everyday, I would definitely include water and a snack in aftercare, I would offer you a lot of praise and tell you how wonderful you were during the scene, if you need to get cleaned up I'd make you do that and then come curl up under your blanket and finally I'd tell you to take a little nap if you need it.
And to answer your question, I don't have a favourite song although I have been listenting to A Tear in Space by Glass Animals a lot recently. Usually if a song has a deep meaning and/or danceable music then I am hooked. Thank you for the lovely albeit very chaotic ask, little star.
Coaxing her into submission, gently, carefully guiding her until her brain stops working and her world revolves around me.
"It's okay, baby, you can stop thinking now, I've got you. Let me take care of you."
Slowly pulling every last thought out of her brain, until her pretty head is empty and her eyes are glassy, legs falling wide open on instinct, ready to give me whatever I want.
"There she is, my pretty girl. That's it, babygirl, just listen to my voice and let me make you feel good."
And then she's whining and moaning, no shame or embarrassment or overthinking holding her back, because in this moment she's just my wonderful little plaything, nothing more, nothing else. And I'll take such good care of her.
When she's so wet, the sound of the strap going in and out is louder than her moans
🖤 Devoted Tension
I wake to your mouth on mine.
Soft at first, almost sweet enough to be mistaken for innocent, except nothing about the way you touch me is truly innocent. Not when you know exactly what you have been doing to me for days.
Your lips move slowly against mine, warm and lazy, coaxing me out of sleep one kiss at a time, and your hand is already wandering beneath the sheets, sliding over my waist, my ribs, my hip, lingering against the warmth of my skin like you have all morning to make a mess of me.
My body answers you before my mind is fully awake.
And of course it does. Because you have been teasing me for days now. Edging me. Making me edge myself in the shower for you, sometimes while you listen, while you watch, while you guide, while you tell me when to slow down, when to stop, when to breathe, and when to go on for just a little longer. You have brought me close enough to feel everything inside me gather and tremble, then pulled me back again and again until my body has started to live in that unfinished, devoted place.
Warm and open and restless.
You know I am approaching ovulation. You know my body gets needier then. Wetter and softer. So much more sensitive, and so much easier to ruin. You know that once you start, I don’t simply get aroused, I bloom into it. I ache into it. I drip into it. I become this hungry, unguarded woman made of heat and obedience and all the filthy thoughts you have planted so carefully inside me.
Your hand slips lower, over my hip, tracing the very bottom of my tailbone, before you slide it back up again, not touching me where I need you. Just close enough to make my breath catch.
I moan into your mouth.
And you smile.
I feel it against my lips, that smug little curve of your lips that tells me you heard it, you liked it, and you are absolutely going to make me worse.
“Good morning, darling.”
Your voice is warm and rough with sleep, and it goes straight to my core.
I try to answer, but you kiss me again before I can, deeper this time, your tongue brushing mine slowly while your hand tightens possessively around my hip and pulls me closer into you. My body melts against yours with a needy little shiver and I can feel myself getting wetter just from that. Just from knowing you are awake and touching me and already thinking about what you can do to me.
Then your leg slides between mine, devastatingly slow and deliberate. Your thigh presses high up against me, firm and warm, and I gasp so sharply it breaks the kiss. My hips move before I can stop them, rocking down against you once, small and helpless and perfectly honest.
You still for a second. Just long enough for you to feel how wet I already am, and for me to know that you know.
Then you grin.
“Oh,” you murmur. “That bad already, baby?”
I smile against your mouth because there is no point pretending with you. There is no coy little lie I can offer when my body is already slick and eager against your thigh, when every part of me has been waiting for this, wanting this, holding itself open for you.
“Mmm, yes,” I whisper, and I watch your eyes darken.
You like that. You like the honesty. The shamelessness. The way I don’t hide my need from you, especially when you’ve spent days making it grow and flourish.
Your thigh shifts beneath me, just enough to drag friction through the slick heat between my legs, and my breath stutters into something soft and broken.
“That’s my girl,” you say. “Already so wet for me again.”
Your hand slides to my waist, holding me there, keeping me impossibly close against you while my hips start moving in small, desperate rolls. I can feel how easily I slide against you. How warm I am. How much of me is already coating your thigh. There is something obscene and beautiful about it, something so deeply intimate that it makes my whole body soften into the pleasure instead of pulling away from it.
You made me this way. And I want you to feel every single bit of it.
“I love feeling you like this, babygirl,” you murmur, voice low and pleased. “Making such a mess on Mommy’s thigh already.”
The sound that slips from my lips is pure want. No shame. No apology.
Just need, hot and open and utterly yours.
“That’s your fault,” I breathe, and your smile turns wicked.
“Oh, I know.”
Your thigh presses higher and my whole body jolts.
“I know, my princess. Mommy made you this needy.”
And god, yes. You made me like this. You took my arousal and stretched it over days until it stopped being simple want and became something constant. Something simmering under my skin. Something that wakes before I do and answers you before I can even think.
You made me edge until my legs shook. Made me stop when I was close enough to fall apart. Made me lie there, wet and aching and unfinished, my mind hazy and my body begging for release.
Your fingers slide beneath my chin and tilt my face back up.
“Have you been good for me, babygirl? Did you save yourself for Mommy?”
I nod too quickly, too eagerly, because the answer is already burning on my tongue.
“Yes, Mommy.”
Your eyes narrow slightly, amused.
“All of it?”
My body pulses against your thigh, desperate and aching and so wet I want you to keep noticing. I want you to feel what you have done. I want you to understand that every slick little movement, every needy sound, every tremble under your hands is proof of how well I have obeyed you.
“All of it,” I whisper and your expression softens with satisfaction.
Because yes. I saved it. All of it.
Every orgasm I wanted and did not take. Every filthy little almost. Every time my hips lifted into my own hand and I had to pull away with a frustrated groan. Every night I lay there throbbing, restless, soaked, so full of need I could barely sleep.
“That’s my good girl,” you murmur. “Keeping yourself wet and needy for me. Letting it build. Letting yourself get this desperate instead of taking what you wanted.”
I moan for you then, because I want you to hear what your praise does to me. I want you to know how deep it lands. How it spreads through my body hotter than touch. How being called good while I am soaked and grinding against your thigh makes the whole ache inside me turn molten.
Your hand slides down my back and pulls me harder against your thigh.
Then your fingers slip lower, over the curve of my ass, slow and knowing, slipping between my thighs from behind until they find me bare and soaked for you. You’re not rushing, not taking anything. Just touching me there, feeling how swollen and wet I already am.
The pressure makes my eyes flutter, and the sound that leaves me is shameless.
Pure want.
Because there is no hiding from you now. Not with your thigh pressed high against me, not with your fingers resting against the soft, aching flesh between my legs, not when my body is opening for you so easily, so hungrily, as if it has been waiting all morning, all week, through all these endless days of edging and unfinished need, just to be felt by you.
“There you go,” you whisper. “Show me how bad you need it.”
My hips rock into you again, slow and helpless, grinding against your thigh with a wet, aching need that I have no interest in hiding. I am shameless with it, shameless because you are the one who made me this hungry, because this is not desperation without meaning.
This is obedience made physical.
This is devotion, slick between my thighs.
“That’s it,” you say softly. “Use Mommy’s thigh, babygirl. Just a little. Let me feel what I’ve done to you.”
“God….Mommy,” I breathe, and the words come out like want itself.
Your fingers flex at my hip.
“That’s it, babygirl.”
“Mo-Mommy….I need it.”
“I know.”
“I…I need it so bad.”
“Shhhh, I know, babygirl.”
Your calm voice nearly destroys me. The way you can hold me while I unravel against you. The way you can make me filthy without making me feel humiliated. The way you can watch me soak your thigh and still look at me like I am something precious.
Your mouth brushes my ear.
“But you’re going to keep saving it for Mommy for just a little longer, aren’t you?”
My whole body tightens. The need inside me surges so sharply that I almost cannot answer.
You smile against my skin.
“My precious, needy girl.”
I let out a helpless little sound and rock into you again, harder now, much harder than I should have.
“Answer Mommy, princess.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes. I’ll save it.”
“For Mommy?”
“For Mommy.”
“Even when you’re this needy?”
“Yes.”
“Even when you’re making such a mess on Mommy’s thigh?”
I moan, my hips stuttering against you.
“Ye-Yes.”
“Even when you want to cum so badly you can barely think?”
For a second I am nothing but heat and friction and obedience fraying at the edges.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Your hand comes up to stroke my cheek, so tenderly.
“That’s my perfect, special girl.”
And somehow, that is the filthiest part, isn’t it?
Not the wet slide of my body against you. Not the needy sounds I give you so freely. Not even the fact that I am grinding shamelessly on your thigh in the soft morning light, soaking you because you kissed me awake and my body remembered who it belongs to.
It’s the fact that you can make me desperate, make me messy, make me ache so badly I feel hollowed out by it, and still call me perfect.
Still make the waiting feel like worship. Still make every unsurrendered orgasm feel less like denial and more like an offering.
So I keep moving against your thigh, trembling and soaked and obedient, while you kiss me slowly and lazily, and let me ruin myself only a little bit more.
Not enough to cum. Just enough to make the need worse. Just enough to make me feel all the orgasms I have saved for you gathering low in my body, warm and heavy and waiting.
Because I do not only obey the waiting anymore.
I crave it.
I need the ache of keeping myself unfinished for you. Need the heat of it building, gathering, deepening. Need the sweet, filthy devotion of holding back what belongs to you until you decide to take it.
Because they are yours.
And I am too.
your posts are always hot af but so *tender* too and thats what hooks me deep
You're too sweet. Thank you, little anon, l'm glad my hot af and tender posts have you hooked deep. 😉 It seems the yearner in me has a strong hold and won't just let me write pure, unemotional smut.
Perhaps you should come back with suggestions for me to write? I seem to be out of ideas these days, and any other of my lovely anons are welcome to do that too
Oh and perhaps tell me your pronouns and age if you'll come around with more sweet compliments (I'd like it very much)

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Hello Jay, I'm new around here and woah...I'm speechless with your writing. I'm actually virgin and discovering this bdsm dynamic so I'm quite lost but also intrigued and curious (is bad that I'm inexperience? I don't know if that's important for you)
Btw I'm 21 years old and my pronouns are she/her, I want to claim an anon, can you choose any for me?
(my gosh I'm too shy for this hahaha)
Hello, sweet little shy thing
Welcome and thank you very much, I love making pretty girls such as yourself speechless with my writing. Very glad you're enjoying them, gorgeous.
No, sweetheart, being a virgin or being unexpereinced don't matter to me (nor do they matter to most people here, you'll find that they actually make you more desirable to some 😉). It's perfectly alright to be lost as long as you take your time to learn about BDSM and how to be safe and respectful in this space then you're quite alright in my books.
Thank you for sharing your age and pronouns. Hmmm I think 🫣 would be perfect seeing as you're now my shy little anon. What do you think?
Hi miss,
I wish you a fabulous Wednesday (or what is left off it)
Do you still play guitar? If so, what are you currently learning?
Same with reading, what genres do you like to read?
Anything (fun) planned upcoming days?
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Thank you, darling
Oof it has been a while since I've picked it up, if I'm being honest, life is too busy right now but the last song I was trying to play was Only by RY X. It's very soft and the song has such a calming timber and soft vocals that it makes me want to pull someone close to me and never let them go.
Oh I actually enjoy a very wide genre when it comes to reading, I've read and enjoyed almost everything (except self-help books, still trying to figure those out). During my university days when I am already reading too much scientific things and am tired of real life, I tend to go for romance fantasy, especially enemies to lovers, that genre has my soul.
I unfortunately have my finals coming up soon so nothing fun planned but I might go out for a cup of coffee today and study in a small bookshop that has that option.
What about you, sweet thing? Have you been reading anything recently? Or perhaps watched a new movie or show? Have a nice day, sunshine, and take care of yoursel. 💋
fucking her from behind as you pound into her like you’re manhandling a wild animal, thrusts uncoordinated, grabbing a fistful of her hair and her head back to make her look at herself in front of the mirror, drool dripping from the side of her mouth as all she could mumble is subconscious giggles.
now thats a need.
this is wlw, men dni
I want to be the reason you feel safe being soft again.
hii okay so wow i wasnt expecting such a detailed reply, thank you!! it makes a lot more sense now <3
i think its so cool about the dom and sub space thing, how it can do that to someone after even a short scene its awesome
id so happily give aftercare to a domme, id get really shy and nervous but id still love to do it, asking if shes okay and saying how much i loved it and how much fun i had and pouting if she doesnt drink enough or something, it would be amazing, but i dont think ill ever be able to ask for aftercare for myself, i cant even think of what i would want
as for how it makes me feel, just normal. it feels like i just did some gay shit and now im sitting on my bedroom floor thinking.
is it really supposed to feel that good? ive only done real life stuff a couple times, its usually online so i dont know how much of a difference that would make but is feeling numb afterwards genuinely bad?
this is starting to feel like a therapy session so no pressure to reply or anything and have a nice dayyy :3
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Of course, this is a very important part of bdsm and while yes, my reply was detailed, there are still a few things I didn't mention so I believe it would be really beneficial to you if you read more into it from multiple points of view.
You're very sweet being so eager to provide aftercare, little star, any domme that gets to play with you is a very lucky one. But you should now that you need to ask for aftercare too, it's your responsibility to take care of yourself and put boundaries and basic needs so that the domme can then take over and do their work right. It's not an optional thing or something that you can ignore. If you're unsure what you need, start with the simple, basic things, have some water with you and a light snack. Before playing tell the domme that as aftercare, they should remind you to drink and have a snack and if you find that you need something else after you're actually done playing then you'll mention it then.
Would it be right to assume you like praise, sweet thing? That's another thing you could ask the domme to provide; let them praise you once you're done, you also deserve to hear how well you did and how good your submission made the domme feel. If you'd like to feel safe and desired as a person not just a sexual partner (especially if it's a long time play-partner who you have a bit more of an emotional connection to) then it's also 100% fine to ask for that.
This very much applies to online play too, sweet thing, you need aftercare in these situations too! Personally, I will always ask anout what kind of aftercare a sub needs before engaging sexually with them in an online setting and I ensure that she will provide it too because while yes, online isn't as intense as a physical session would be, it still takes a toll. A person still craves that softness after the intensity and often times roughness of a scene (especially if degradation or overstimulation is involved).
I'm so sorry you feel numb after some of your sexual encounters, angel, it saddens me that you feel that way. It's not bad per say but it's not good either and it's definitely not what we're aiming for in terms of a bdsm session. I won't lie and say it doesn't happen, it does, especially if either one of the people have past trauma or are still trying to figure out their sexuality or anything related to their pleasure or even if their mind simply decided to shut down and just float in a whirlwind of overthinking or unpleasant thoughts. However, usually, if a domme and sub have good communication and have set a good foundation of rules and expectations then that numbness can be avoided more often than not and it can instead be replaced by a very beaitiful feeling of happiness and satiety and this wonderful sense of warmth that you can't elsewhere.
Have a nice day too, gorgeous.

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Uhm,.I might have bought 2 new things. 🙈🫣I still have to try out the vibrator but plan on doing it these days
Also I hope you had a lovely weekend
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Oh? Little sunshine has been busy hmm. Care to tell me what those things are? And you're still to try your vibrator... I do hope to hear how that goes, pretty thing. 😉
Thank you, sweetheart, my weekend was a bit chaotic but that's fine, nothing too bad.
We're sitting on the floor, your body naked and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, back resting against my front. You can feel every inhale and exhale, the movement of my breasts, how hard my nipples have gotten, how turned on I am by the sight in front of me.
Your chest rises and falls with each breath, eyes fighting to stay open, trying so hard to follow my command and watch how I ruin you in the mirror. You can't turn your head away, one of my hands is wrapped around your throat, thumb coming up to rest against your jaw, forcing you to look forward, to watch me as I slowly circle your clit, so slow, it's almost painful.
A gasp escapes your lips when I brush my fingers against your slit, then you whine when I push just the tips inside before quickly pulling them back out, using your filth to make your clit wet.
"You look so good, bunny," I whisper against your ear, pupils blown wide and mouth grinning in that way that let's you know I'm starving and ready to feast.
"Mommy," you whine, breathless and small, both of your hands grasping mine, not moving them. You're not trying to encourage or stop anything, you're not trying to push them against you, you know you're not in control here, you just need to feel me, need to anchor yourself to something as your mind floats away.
"Such a pretty sight, aren't you, bunny? Legs open wide, dripping so much you've made a little puddle of desire, I can feel your clit throbbing against my fingers, pet," I softly bite your ear, trapping the soft skin between my teeth as you gasp then moan, trying to close your legs. "Poor thing, can't close your legs, bunny, can't look away, has mommy got you trapped?" I kiss down your neck, feeling every noise vibrste against my lips.
"My pretty bunny, aren't you, baby?"
You whimper, legs shaking against mine, trying to fight them. But you can't do much but squirm against me, not when I've hooked my legs on yours, forcing you wide open.
You moan low in your throat, nodding as your eyes lose their focus, your hold on my wrists softening. A sharp slap echoes in the room followed by gasp and your eyes shoot open. I keep my hand on your cunt, letting the warmth radiate to you, soothing the sudden sting of my palm.
"Answer me, bunny."
"Yes, mommy."
Another slap reverberates and this time your moan is loud and keening.
"Yes what, bunny?"
You try to shake your head, a blush colouring your cheeks as you look elsewhere and my hand immediately comes down again; loud and wet. You choke back a whine, body writhing against mine for just a few seconds before you give in.
"I'm your pretty bunny."
"Mmm, yes, you are," your hips move, trying to grind against my hand before I pull it away, "So beautiful, aren't you, bunny?"
This time you whine so low and pathetic I can't help but chuckle, your hands moving to cover your face.
"No, put them down."
"Mommmyyy."
I answer you with two more spanks, adding a third when you don't move fast enough. You yelp at the last one, breath stuttering as a few tears gather in your eyes.
"Answer me."
"I- I am."
Your eyes are locked on mine in the mirror and you know I'm waiting for you to say the full statement. My hand moves and you immediately jolt, expecting another spank but this one isn't fast. I wait for you, wait to see if you'll say what I want you to say. Let you relax fully against me before I strike again.
You sob as another spank lands, body shaking now as you finally give me what I want.
"I'm beautiful, mommy, I'm beautiful."
"There we go," I smile and my fingers finally move to your hole, two of them pushing in without warning. Your body arches and thrashes, sobbing and whining and thanking me as I give you what you've needed this whole time. Walls pulsating around my fingers as I thrust inside you, clit throbbing against my palm.
"My good girl, you're always so gorgeous and perfect for me."