#slavemelody

My muse has taken a potion that makes them younger! Send me ⍟ plus a number and my muse will respond to yours as that age.

The human rolled over on the stiff cot, sitting up to stretch out her newly-sore back before opening her eyes. It was only then that she realized she was somewhere else, somewhere she certainly shouldn’t have been. “Fuck, where—?” Georgia started to herself before hearing someone else breathe nearby and catching sight of a woman evidently sharing the cell with her. 

send me ☼ and i’ll bold all those that apply to your muse:

Send “What do you want?” for a repressed, unconscious, or otherwise unspoken desire that my muse holds involving your muse.

Send me a 🍕 and my muse will guess your muse's pizza order

Finley stroked down the girl’s spine, eliciting a whine in response. The girl was bound on her knees in front of them and blindfolded. They always found the element of surprise that added to be immensely pleasing. She whined again as Finley turned up the vibrator’s intensity.

Melody was writing under even their light touches, and Finley had to admit they were affected as well. She was so cute when she begged. They could feel

“P-please master...” She begged. Finley could tell she was close.

Send me a !!! and my muse will pay your muse a compliment.

Send me ❄ for drunk texts.

Georgia: have u oever even been drink

Georgia: you might be cooler if u  were

Georgia: and are you  arvirgin or not????

Georgia: probably nt anymore here and that sucks but