The Sad Me

"faster now. don’t you dare slow down when it gets sensitive."

"you’re going to keep going after you cum. no stopping. make yourself hurt for me."

"good girl… force those extra orgasms out. i want you sobbing and shaking by the end."

"aww, look at you throwing another little tantrum. how cute."

"keep talking back. every bratty word just makes me want to fuck the attitude out of you harder."

"that’s it. glare at me all you want. we both know you’re soaking through your panties right now."

"you really thought you could win this? adorable. now spread your legs like the desperate little slut you really are."

"begging already ? how pathetic. i haven’t even started taming you properly yet."

“Yeah does that hurt? Oh you poor thing it’s okay.”

“No no I can’t stop. you feel too good I promise you can take it, I promise”

“Aw your being so noisy does it feel good? No? I’m sorry puppy I really am. Just be a good boy for me it’ll feel good soon.”

“Shhh I’m not being that rough. Take deep breaths baby. I know, I know it’s a lot.”

Even though you know I'll end up torturing you with your darkest desires and anchoring them to pleasing and serving me.

Spreading their legs apart. Holding them down by their hips, or using my weight. Flipping them over to my liking, as if they’re a lifeless piece of meat. I could take them in so many different ways. I’ll /make/ them take me, even if it involves twisting them beyond human limits.