#fearplay.

Thinking about eating out a stab wound… Flattening my tongue against it and feeling your pulse drum against me as blood pumps out of your new hole, close my eyes and listen to you whimper and cry while i spread your skin apart with my fingers to force my tongue inside.

I want to keep you in a tiny room in my basement, chained to the floor. I want to watch you frantically scramble to press yourself to the farthest wall when you hear the doorknob start to turn. I want you to instinctively cover your head with your arms and cower for me. You’re so sweet, my little rabbit. You drive me absolutely crazy, acting all fuckable like that. I mean, you’re practically begging for me to hit and fuck you at this point. You know how it makes me feel when you act like that.

I want to bind your ankles together with some rope and hang upside down by them on a meat hook. Graze my knife over your sternum and laugh in your face as you thrash and beg “no no no no”! You’re so lively, it’s so exciting, I can’t help but play with my food a bit, you’re so fun and squeal so loud for me! My perfect little lamb, I’m really going to enjoy this.

Thinking about dressing my sub up real pretty, taking them out to the bar, using them as bait to find a new plaything to drug and take home while I ignore them for the rest of the week ❤️