🖤Mazikeen🖤

🖤Owner, and very much fond of being owned :3🖤

Hi I’m Mazikeen! You can call me Maze or Mazi, or the full thing if you want me to degrade you >~<

21 years old Transfem nonbinary // switch/vers with some leaning that depends on the day

(she/they)

Huge fan of my partner @bucketofyourmoss my goat

DNI minors, TERFs (why would you be a terf looking at t4t porn???), zionists, and Cishet (if your cis and relate to a lot of my content have I got some news for you)

❌CONTENT WARNINGS❌

I’m gonna be real with you fam this blog is a horny outlet for me, so be prepared for the following things

Sadistic and masochistic yearning

Prior consent (somno, intox, dubcon)

CNC in general

Praise/degradation/humilation

Puppy and kitty play, both as pet and handler

Water sports/Omorashi

DMs and asks are OPEN :3

So I recently broke things off with this guy I’ve been seeing for a few months and as an attempt to replace the oral fixation, I picked cigarettes back up again. It’s a dubious replacement at best but it’s hard to find cute guys whose cocks I can swallow in my area, especially with the frequency that I need.

The more and more I smoke the more I think about a cute tboy, on his knees looking up at me, precious and pathetic as I take drag. Maybe I’d take the front of my boot and mash it against his cunt, back and forth, light pretty touch to unbearable pain against his throbbing tdick. From precious smile to wincing and whimpering, begging for me kick in his sensitive little thing. Then when I’m done with my Marlboro I can grab him by his neck, rip him up to my level, and press the lit butt to his cheek. I hope it scars, I hope the mark never goes away and he wears my ownership on his face for the rest of his life. I hope he bears it with the kind of pride one bears with a flag, letting it be a constant reminding of his place at my feet.

Maybe I’d discard him like that cigarette butt, throw away two faggots at once. Maybe I’d throw him down onto the hard concrete, let it scratch up his skin, bruise and cut. Then walk away and abandon the pretty thing, no leash to guide him to where he’s meant to be, a nice little collar with no one to pull it, a dumb dog without an owner.