holding back an amused "I love you" after someone makes a really good personal comment or joke is like making the move for your sheathed blade and stopping midway through

Hey are you okay? You’ve been fantasizing about being institutionally abused and dehumanized while hooked up to an iv drip of enough drugs to permanently prevent you from reassociating and having all responsibility taken away from you by a mean lesbian who doesn’t care about your autonomy, again.

A Doll is filled with nothing. Not just nothing, but a gnawing, all consuming nothing. And when there is nothing, it will begin to gnaw on itself instead. You must fill your Doll with love, knowing that the inner turmoil within its body will tear it up and consume it to feel it until nothing remains once more. To love a Doll, a Miss must be prepared to supply it with infinite love. A simple task, as a Miss is everything to her Doll.

"Fuck, I should stop. I should really stop, I need to stop. Oh shit, I shouldn't be doing this, fuck, fuck, fuck" voted #1 thing to hear being panted over you for the millionth year in a row and counting

"thank you for hurting me" <- top 10 hottest things you can say during sex

Going easy on a new or less experienced player at a game in order to make them have a better time does kinda turn me on. Gently guiding you towards achieving a climactic victory against me. Upon my defeat I reveal my hand to show you that I had nothing at all, that it was truly all you (having previously subtly discarded all my outs). You dance victoriously kicking and shouting. Unaware that I'm looking down on you from above, twisting my marionette piloting a little figure to play out cleaning up and bemoaning my loss. All the while i grin and watch you with hungry eyes, tasting your false victory and beckoning you in ever deeper. Keep playing, come closer, I have more things to show you. You'll have so much fun here with me. Ignore how perfectly everything lines up, don't mind the strings that hunt your limbs, you have nothing to fear in joining my performance.

Training you to lie limp like a doll, reinforcing your restraint with praise and pleasure. Any time you get too tense and start clenching and moving, I back off, gently reminding you that your job is to be a good toy, and toys don't move. You get what I give you, and nothing more. And until you ease back and calm your breathing, allowing that distant, hazy look to steal over your face, I just wait patiently, guiding you with my voice alone to melt, to relax, to be a good doll for me.

It might take a while, but eventually I can have you barely moving from the first touch to the last. The instant I start, weakness and heat overtake your body. Toys get used, toys don't move... Focusing on the refrain, you feel eager pleasure building inside you as I chase relief. So desperate to please, now brought to the cusp by lying there limp and soft. Until finally, after enough teasing and edging, you manage to finish just from being used by me. Untouched, chest just barely rising with breath, seized by involuntary pulses of tension in the release. Lying motionless, getting off only to entertain me. My perfect toy.

Gentle corruption. Corruption in a kind of soft, romantic sense, you know? Where I get to hold them and cuddle them and press them to my chest and tell them how much I love them as I drag them deeper into my embrace. Rather than being something that makes them more horny, or mindless, or completely obedient, it just makes them feel safe and lovey around me. It makes them smile so brightly when I give them attention. Makes the sound of my voice so much more appealing, makes it so staring at me alone feels relaxing, makes their cheeks go deep red when I offer to hold their hand. So they can barely contain their eagerness when I offer to hold them, and play with their hair. Corruption that's warmth, and happiness, and comfort, and love that permeates even the furthest depths of their being. Corruption that feels good, but never wrong, just safe, safe to fall into the embrace of, safe to give into, because every part of you knows that it feels right, it feels perfect, it feels like and may very well be everything you've ever needed.