princess

A collar to keep you obedient. To keep your mind safe and happy and cockdrunk enough to nuzzle my cock, your soft tongue lapping at my balls. Just a little pet with a single-track mind. A little pet that gets fingers down her throat so she chokes like a good fucking toy.

A strong hand to keep you in place, to remind you that you don't need to think. You shouldn't think. Thinking is for me. All those hard, annoying, pesky thoughts? Just let them go. Just bend over and spread your holes for me. Let your mind melt into fuzzy, warm feelings.

hold my tits instead of my waist in public

"you're too dumb to *insert thing*

such a disgusting little slut

make me lick your boots

step on my pussy

cum in my panties and then gag me with them

edge me until i cry

make me cum until i cry

make me kneel at your feet

make me your deskpet

finger me while watching tv and ignoring my cries

keep nudes of me in your wallet

stuff me with any toys you want when we go out

make me wear the sluttiest dresses

use me as a free use toy

act like im a toy and not a person

objectify me

decide what i wear

decide what i eat

decide when i go to pee

'oh god, I'm your slut, yeah, please- fuck I'm your dirty whore'

if i were to do this the first thing i’d do is teach the poor thing what insolence gets them. when they mouth off, i’ll tie them down with their legs spread and use a wand vibrator on them until they’re teary-eyed and shaking and about to cum. then i’ll pull away to their horror. they might yell, or beg, or cry, but i won’t give them what they want. i put away the toys and untie them once they’ve fallen into sullen silence. “not so cocky now, are you?”

i’d repeat this every time they act disrespectful: restrain them, drag them mercilessly to the edge of orgasm, stop. over and over and over again, no matter what they beg for or promise me. i’d keep doing it until they’ve learned to keep their mouth shut. until they’ve been conditioned to associate disobedience with torturous need.

then i’d stop doing anything at all. i won’t react when they act like an insolent brat. i won’t give them any pleasure at all. it’s even worse than edging—at least that way, they got to feel good for a little bit. now, they have no way to get any stimulation. they might throw a fit at first, sure. but eventually, they’ll learn that what they need to do is beg. earnestly, humiliatingly beg in front of me for even a second of pleasure. make them do the most degrading tasks for me, make them crawl and show off, until there’s not a drop of disobedience in their eyes.