𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑒𝑟 🖤⛓️

Calling you a good girl while treating you like the personal little fucktoy you are to me ♡

Princess who shares an odd sense of dominance with her knight. He's her guard dog and will listen to commands – even though she needs to word them correctly sometimes, if she spreads her legs enough after one tired sigh, he'll be on his knees.

My passenger princess doesnt just ride—shes conditioned to stay spread wide, cunt already soaked, offering instant access to her Owner at every single red light. By the time the light turns green she’s shaking, ruined, rewired to crave only this—my denial, my touch, my ownership.

“Oh, plaything, feel it for me.” Your Daddy’s words sounded so good “Feel how deep you’ve sunk, and feel how much deeper you can go. Let each and every one of my words be another weight, another chain, dragging, pulling, tugging you deeper and deeper and deeper.”

could be us

“I hold the strings to your mind now, toy. I can make you dance to my tune, and as you sink deeper, I want you to feel a word, blossoming in your mind.” They tapped on your forehead. “Taking up the space where your thoughts used to reside. That word is: ‘Obey’.”

Come here, sleepy princess… Let Daddy take your soft hand and wrap it around my cock, while my fingers slip between ur thighs and rub that pretty pussy in lazy circles. Eyes heavy, body melting into mine… that’s it, baby. Feel how hard you make Daddy while I edge u into dreams.

“You don’t need to think. You just need to sink, and drift, and drop.” Your eyelids rolled back, mind switching off as their ministrations continued. “Let my hands coax you into a stupor, where I can pour my thoughts into that silly empty head of yours.”

Psychological sadism is so hot because I can only break your body once, but when I fuck with your mind, I can break you as many times as I want. Rebuild you into whatever I desire. Shape you into a whore that would rather shatter than not do what I wanted you to.

Craving soft sleepy s*x. Need their entire body weight on top of mine while I kiss her face and the curve of her shoulder, nuzzle and nibble the crook of her neck and our hands are just exploring and trying to bring each other closer <3

What do you want, hm? use your words, baby. You know I can't understand you when you're whining like that, is it too much? you need me to stop? oh, no? you don't want me to stop? well clearly it's too much if you can't even get the words out. Breath, sweet girl you can do it.

could be us

You’re not “you” anymore. You’re a pathetic hole I use when I’m bored, a mess I leave behind. I don’t even look you in the face or acknowledge you, I just empty all of my cum inside of you. And what breaks you most is how much your body agrees with me.

That’s just what I do. I make sure you can’t get this feeling anywhere else. I want you lovesick. I want to drive you clinically insane—edging & crying because nothing else feels real anymore. I want u so dependent that the second I go quiet, you start wondering what u did wrong.

Look at that, princess—my cock buried so deep it’s reshaping your pretty little tummy. Feel it? That obscene bulge pushing out every time I thrust, claiming every inch of you from the inside. No one else will ever stretch you like this. You’re mine, marked from within.

I’m such a sl*t for casual intimacy. Like yesss rest your chin on my shoulder while we're in line at the grocery store, I live for that shit.

The train’s jammed so tight you can barely breathe, let alone see who’s pressed against you in the crowd. Perfect cover for me to grab your ass hard, while you clench your jaw and fight every moan like the obedient little secret you are. No one knows… but your body already does.

I’ll edge you until your sanity fractures, darling—each whimper for mercy crushed under my merciless halt. You craved my attention? Now it scorches your soul. Hands away; you’re mine to break, not touch. I revel in your agony, and deep down, your shattered core begs for more.

I love when she begs for it “please I need you, I need it” okay baby. If you want it that bad you’re going to have to survive it. I'll bury myself inside you and go until you’re trying to crawl away from the sensation. you asked for this. so you’re going to take every bit of it.

I love being in control of her orgasms. You never know if you aren’t gonna cum for weeks or if you’re going to be overstimulated to the max. It’s whatever I feel like that day.

Every hour I train you, your mind melts deeper, that sensible girl you pretended to be slowly dissolving until all that's left is my perfect little pet — body trembling, eyes glassy, dripping and desperate for more of Daddy's depravity.