I deserve to be happy. I say as i take photos of my tits for stangers on the internet.

I get off so bad on doing what random people tell me to do. Stick out my tongue. Okay. Slowly rub till it hurts. Okay. Dont piss for hours straight. If you wish. Wear a skirt today. Sure. I just love knowing that my choices arent mine.

thinking about married men fingering me with their wedding ring on

but what if you kept spanking my clit with your crop. And I keep trying to buck and close my legs, but you've tied them down, keeping my arms untied because you find it amusing when I try and block your hits with my hands. And you're unfazed as I cry and yank my hands away, leaving you to your prize. Every smack bringing more tears to my eyes. Each time you pull away strings of wetness cling to the crop from how much I'm dripping. And what if you could see the muscles in my thighs and core clenching and trembling with each hit, but unable to fully stop the pain we both know I want coming