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getting you high, watching you settle into the couch all relaxed. then noticing you shifting after just a few minutes. squirming slightly, pressing your thighs together. “you okay, angel?” you nodding but face already flushing red. me smiling because i already know what’s happening. “let mommy check something, sweetheart.” sliding my hand into your underwear. you already soaking wet. pulling my hand back to show you my glistening fingers. “aww, look at this, baby. every single time you get high. look how wet you are already.” you hiding your face, embarrassed. “i can’t help it—” “i know you can’t, sweetheart. poor baby.” cooing at you condescendingly. “your body just responds like this when you get high, doesn’t it?” stroking your face gently. you whimpering softly. “please touch me, mommy.” your voice small, needy. “oh, so now you want mommy to touch you? even though you’re so shy about how wet you get?” you nodding desperately. “please.” “tell mommy why you’re so wet, princess.” “because i’m high and i need you—” your voice embarrassed but honest. “aww, sweet thing. you need mommy to make you feel good?” you nodding eagerly. “yes, please mommy.” sliding my hand back between your legs. “my poor baby. getting so wet and needy. can’t help yourself, can you?” starting to rub slow circles on your clit. you gasping, hips moving immediately. sliding two fingers inside you easily. “look how easily mommy’s fingers slide in, baby. you’re soaking for me.” you whimpering, embarrassed but so turned on. “aww, is my baby shy?” cooing at you. “it’s okay, sweetheart. mommy thinks it’s so cute how wet you get when you’re high.” pumping my fingers slowly. “now be a good girl and fuck yourself on mommy’s fingers.” you immediately starting to move your hips, grinding down on my hand. “that’s it, baby. such a good girl.” your face flushed, mouth open, completely lost in it. continuing to work my fingers inside you while you grind. “poor baby couldn’t even wait. had to ask mommy to touch you right away.” you moaning softly. “doesn’t it feel so much better when mommy does it, babygirl?” you nodding, unable to form words. curling my fingers to hit that spot inside you. you crying out. “shh, baby. i know it feels good. but you have to be quieter for mommy.” you trying to muffle your sounds, still fucking yourself on my fingers desperately. “that’s my good girl.” stroking your face with my free hand. “such a needy little thing. getting so wet just from being high.” you whimpering at the condescending praise. “aww, you like when mommy talks to you like this? when i tell you how needy you are?” you nodding, embarrassed but so turned on. “my sweet baby. mommy loves how responsive you are.” pumping my fingers faster now, thumb finding your clit. “keep going, sweetheart. show me how badly you needed this.” you moving frantically now. “there you go, baby. such a good girl for mommy.” you getting close, movements becoming erratic. “that’s it, sweetheart. you’re doing so well.” you moaning louder, almost there. “cum for mommy, baby. be a good girl and cum.” you immediately falling apart, clenching around my fingers. “there we go… good girl, you’re doing so so so good for me.” working you through it gently. “mommy’s got you, honey.” you shaking, completely wrecked. finally slowing down. “such a good baby. you did perfect.” pulling my fingers out slowly. you whimpering at the loss. pulling you into my arms. “aww, my sweet girl. all tired now?” stroking your hair. “mommy made you feel so good, didn’t she?” you nodding against my chest. “that’s my baby. my good little girl.”

thorough pussy inspections before sex becoming our ritual. you, naked on the bed, waiting. me taking my time. “spread your legs for me, baby. let me see if you’re ready.” you obeying immediately, thighs falling open. me settling between your legs, just looking first. appreciating the view. “such a pretty girl.” my hands on your inner thighs, stroking gently. “stay still for me, sweetheart. need to do a proper inspection.” starting slowly, deliberately. one finger sliding through your lips, barely touching. just tracing, exploring. “let’s see how wet you are.” running my finger up and down, gathering your wetness. you already squirming slightly. “still, baby. i need to check thoroughly.” continuing those touches, feeling you getting wetter under my attention. “good girl. responding so well already.” sliding my finger more between your lips, separating them gently. looking closely, examining. “so pretty, baby. look how wet you’re getting just from me touching like this.” circling your clit lightly, watching you gasp. “sensitive here?” you nodding, trying to stay still like i asked. “good to know.” moving lower, finger circling your hole. “let’s check how ready you are inside, sweetheart.” pushing one finger in slowly, so slowly. watching it disappear. “so tight, baby. good girl.” pumping gently, feeling your walls. “you’re gripping my finger so nicely.” adding a second finger carefully. “let’s see if you can take more.” pushing both in, curling them slightly. “that’s it. taking my fingers so well.” you whimpering, hips wanting to move. “stay still, baby. i’m not done inspecting yet.” continuing to pump my fingers slowly, expertly. feeling every inch of you inside. “you’re so wet, sweetheart. soaking my fingers.” pulling them out to look at them, showing you how they glisten. “see? look how ready you are.” pushing them back inside, deeper this time. “let me check a bit more.” curling them up, finding that spot. you gasping, trying hard not to move. “found it. good.” rubbing there deliberately, watching your reaction. “you’re doing so well staying still for me, baby. such a good girl.” adding a third finger, stretching you. “need to make sure you can take what i’m going to give you.” pushing all three in slowly. “that’s it. open up for me, sweetheart.” you whimpering, so close to begging. “almost done with the inspection, baby. be patient.” fucking you slowly with three fingers, feeling how wet and ready you are. “perfect. you’re absolutely perfect.” pulling my fingers out finally, you whining at the loss. “inspection complete, sweetheart. you’re ready for me now.” you looking desperate, needy. “such a good girl being patient through all that. now you get what you need.”

making my femme cockwarm my strap while i rub her clit slowly. “be still, baby. show me you can be good.” rubbing steadily, watching her shake. feeling her press against my fingers instinctively within seconds. light slap to her clit every time she moves. “aww, you moved already? that was fast.” her whimpering, embarrassed. “i know, sweetheart. you’re just so needy you can’t help it.” cooing sympathetically while continuing to rub gentle circles. catching her grind down on the strap, trying to get more. another slap. “look at you, so desperate. can’t even follow simple instructions, baby.” her crying softly, frustrated with herself. “poor baby. you want to be good but your body won’t let you, hm?” stroking her face with my free hand while the other keeps working her clit. feeling her lean into my touch again, unable to stop. another slap. “there you go again, baby. so pathetic, you can’t even last a minute without needing to move, huh?.” cooing at her gently. watching her struggle, knowing she’ll keep failing no matter how hard she tries.

pressing a vibrator against you. holding it still while you soak through your underwear and try to grind against my hand to get more friction. holding your hips down. "stay still for me, baby." feeling you shake against my palm. feeling how wet you are even through the fabric. pulling the vibrator away right when your breathing starts getting shakier. watching you clench desperately around nothing. watching a tear slide down. "aww." pressing the vibrator back right where it was. "not yet, baby. you'll know when."

I asked your stuffie whether I should give you a break or keep using the belt, you know. I thought you two were friends, but... well, it gave me some fun new ideas. You might want to talk to it after we're done.

fingering my overstimulated femme so fast, she’s hiccupping through her sobs. “that’s it, cry harder baby. wanna see you completely destroyed.” three fingers deep, curling with each thrust. “look at this mess. you’re dripping everywhere, crying everywhere. so fucking pathetic and I love it.” she tries to close her legs but i force them open. “no, you’re gonna take it and cry pretty for me.”

need to fuck a femme in front of the mirror, grab her by the jaw and force her to keep her eyes on me while i stretch her open with my cock. use my other hand to circle her clit and watch her lose her mind while i turn her into my own fucked out plaything

two fingers in her mouth, playing with her tongue while i fuck her slow and deep. pulling them out to slap her cheek hard enough to startle her eyes back open, smearing the spit already streaked across her face from previous reminders. "uh-uh, eyes on me. you can do it, baby. keep them open." sliding back through her parted lips, deeper this time, smiling at how hard she fights to keep her gaze on mine as she chokes around them.

i get so soft for subs with heavy praise kinks. the ones whose whole body responds when i tell them they’re being good. who get more turned on every time i say “good girl” or “good boy.” who love asking for permission to cum because hearing “yes you can, baby” is what pushes them over the edge. the ones who love being talked through it gently, who need me to guide them verbally. “keep going, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing perfect.” who need constant affirmation, who get off on being told how well they’re doing, how good they are, how perfect they feel.

Love teasing subs with my strap… Just resting it against their face before a blowjob. Or slapping it against their cunt, rubbing it between their folds,, just slightly pushing into their hole before immediately pulling out. Watching them get more and more desperate.

Studying would feel so easy with a good boy under my desk. I’d stay stuck on a paragraph of a long time but at least I’d have a tongue inside of me