azalea

touching myself with my tongue out while i think about grinding against His boot while moaning “Daddy” out loud >>>>

cnc? that’s not what i want, that’s not what He wants. there’s no safe word when He’s taking His frustrations out on me. He’s using me so hard i can’t breathe, He’s bigger and stronger. i’m trapped the only thing i can do is cry and beg for mercy while He abuses me. my tears only make it better for Him.

i love my friends so much, we’re so close and they’re so sweet! they love groping me and telling me how pretty i look all dressed up for them! i just bought a bunch of new outfits, i can’t wait for our next hangout ❤︎⁠

if You aren’t mean to me how am i supposed to know You care?

it was so stormy last night the power went out. i’m so glad i gave my neighbor a spare key. He left me a leaking mess. i was high when He got here, He kissed me and said something about having another edible. next thing i know my face in on the floor hips in the air while He kisses and licks all over my pssy, my body felt warm and relaxed until embarrassment hit. i tried to push away but He grabbed hips and mumbled “you don’t get to say no to me” against my thigh. all i could do was whimper, before i knew it He was pumping inside me promising he was wearing protection. then the sound of pictures being taken and Him slamming into me before I could protest.

“my daughter is fine.” ma’am i’m clicker trained

gave my neighbor a spare key for emergencies, He’s a really nice guy. He came over last night to check on me, we drank together and watched a movie. i don’t remember much but i think we had fun, i woke up a leaking drooling mess with a text saying how good i was for Him. can’t wait for Him to come again ❤︎⁠

i love when a Dom is being cruel in a controlled, teasing way. unfortunately that gets in my head immediately. especially when They enjoy watching me struggle to stay composed and i think They’re the hottest Doms because They’re also the ones who don’t need to raise their voice to be intimidating. one look, one sharp comment, a hand on my chin, and suddenly i forget even my own name as i melt under Their touch

i love dressing up. thinking about being looked at, the thought of looking pretty enough to be groped gets me so excited

i want to get so high i can’t think for myself, i want You to take me even if i don’t want it, i want to be absolutely ruined. i want to be a broken mess to mold into the perfect toy, even if i cry and beg i don’t want it to stop. when i say i want You to have Your way with me i mean it in the most disrespectful way. i want You to use me, break me, just absolutely destroy me. i want You to force me into things i would never do, i need You to make me beg and cry while i’m under You, mind so foggy i don’t completely understand what’s happening. i want to be pumped full, every hole stuffed. completely Yours without a single way to break free.

melting for someone who talks down at me with that condescending tone and tells me i’m being difficult just to turn around and adjust my attitude for me