princess

I need a controlling, authoritative t-boy husband. Guy who makes full use of the sex slave status that comes with being a patriarchal wife. He makes me lick his shoes clean when he leaves for work in the morning. Every evening he makes me jerk off his dick to vent out the stress while relaxing in the hot bath I made for him. He keeps me naked while I make his dinner using me as jerk off material.

*batting my eyelashes at you* I get wet and dizzy and stupid from being hit and in that easily suggestible state you could get me to do almost anything even or especially if it's demeaning and embarrassing. by the way

(Flirting) i won't tell anyone you hit me

You can scream and cry all you want, but the neighbors will just think you’re having a tantrum. And as your parent, I can deal with that how I see fit.

the goal is to be covered in tattoos He picks, to only wear clothes He loves to see me in, to exclusively request haircuts He’s chosen for me, to consult the collection of makeup looks He likes when i’m getting ready in the morning. i want every inch of my body to reflect His influence. the color of my painted toenails. the length and color of my fingernails. i want to lose my ambitions to his desires for me. i want to forget what i wanted and be consumed by my need to be what he wants. theres a couple things i’d like to keep ahold of— my love for writing, my desire to live on a farm, my love for nusic and dancing, my passion for exercise— of course, but i want him to replace most of it :)

where are the armpit freaks at

she let me hit because i cornered her in the alley and didn't give her an escape route

i experience horniness in a far more childish and whimsical and pure way than you