✨Pixie✨

not moving my arms because You told me not to, wrists crossed above my head, knowing that the second my arms drop, Your touch will disappear.

keeping my legs spread wide open, laying obediently still, fighting the urge to squirm and press my thighs together as You inspect me.

going nonverbal, biting my tongue and choking back each moan or question or gasp that nearly escapes my lips, because You told me to gag myself for You.

They press kisses to your shoulders and neck, and tell you how good you feel. Every time you whimper or whine, they gently shush you and tell you that you can take it and that they’re so proud of you. They tell you to just relax, that you don’t have to think, all you have to do is keep their cock nice and warm.

i don’t ease in. i grip your hips hard enough to bruise and drive my cock deep in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt while you choke out a broken cry. that’s it. take it. your pretty walls stretch obscenely around me as i hatefuck you. fast, violent, punishing strokes that make your whole body jolt and the bed creak beneath us

“such a worthless little slut,” i growl against your ear, voice low and venomous. “crying already ? i’ve barely started and you're creaming like the desperate cumdump you are.”

i pound into you harder, the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filling the room as i use your body with zero restraint. every brutal thrust knocks the air out of your lungs. your tits bounce violently with each impact, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks while you sob and whimper like a broken doll. i wrap one hand around your throat and squeeze just enough to make your eyes roll back, fucking you even deeper, faster, meaner

“look at you. getting ruined like a cheap fucking whore. does it feel good, silly ? getting your insides rearranged while i tell you just how pathetic you look?”

i pull out only to flip you over like you weigh nothing, yank your hips up and slam back inside from behind. my hand cracks down hard on your ass, leaving bright red marks as i rail you mercilessly, watching your greedy cunt swallow every thick inch over and over again. you’re drooling onto the sheets, fingers clawing uselessly at the bed, making those stupid, cock-drunk sounds that only make me fuck you harder

“that’s right, moan like a bitch in heat. this is all you’re good for. just a warm, dripping hole for me to destroy. your brain is gone, isn’t it? nothing left but a stupid, cock-addicted slut who lives to be used and degraded.”

i reach around and slap your swollen clit repeatedly while i keep pounding you, feeling your walls flutter and clench pathetically around me as you edge closer to breaking. every degrading word, pushes you further into that delicious headspace where all you can do is take it and cry

Make them mine. Teach me to crave what I used to say I’d never want.

Talk to me like you already know I’ll say yes. Like my resistance is just a little game, not an actual boundary.

Break me, then rebuild me. Your way. Make me forget who I was before you.

"You love being a doll, don't you? You're just a toy now. You were always meant for this, weren't you? So warm and soft for me, so open and easy..."

That's your play-dead trick, the command that makes you eagerly flop to the ground wherever you are and wait in delight for me to play with your soft, relaxed body. But this time, nothing happens at first. You just wait, motionless, listening with your eyes closed for me to pounce.

But it keeps going. The ache of need grows in your core, between your legs, and you're tempted to whine or look around. It sounds like I haven't moved, I must still be standing over you, looking down at your body.

You hear me laugh under my breath and then my shoes on the floor as I walk away. You almost leap up, but the tension keeps you pinned there. Heart racing, sweat springing to your skin. Shocked, desperate, confused, needy. Yet you lie completely still, forcing yourself limp.

You hear me return, listen to the click and tap as the tripod extends and touches the ground. You try to stay calm as I adjust it, tighten the clasp to hold my camera, step quietly all around you without touching you once. You're sweating, trying not to pant. It hurts, you need to be touched so bad now. I'm taking my time.

I step somewhere between you and the camera and start speaking as it records.

"It hasn't regained consciousness yet, so I'm going to restrain it."

And then there's the sharp screech of duct tape as I pull off lengths of it, and chains rattling as I drag them closer. And when I finally touch you, it shocks your entire body, everything straining in you for more, even if this is just to haul your wrists together for tying up.

Once you're fully bound, I start to undress you, joking to the camera, "It's in for a surprise, isn't it?" And when I lean down to grope you as I shimmy your clothes out of the way, I linger by your ear.

Then you hear it. Just loud enough for you to barely hear, the faintest whisper to prevent the camera's mic from picking it up.

"Good dog. Now put on a good show for the camera."