Have Another Sip Little One. I Didnt Ask How Much You Had, Did I? Dont Worry Ill Watch Over You. Now,

Have another sip little one. I didn’t ask how much you had, did I? Don’t worry I’ll watch over you. Now, spread your legs properly, let me check something. Aww why are your panties this wet baby? Does drinking makes you all needy? Does it feel empty and achy? Yeah? I can help you

They never throw me a bone to chew on all i get is cock to suck on >:((

craving more orgasms from him; begging him to let me cum.

“please, i’m so close. please let me cum!”

getting his permission, “bark for me when you do.”

finally letting go, feeling myself go over that edge, barking for him when i do.

“woof! woof! woof!” panting and whining between barks, and then-

it’s not there anymore; that tingly good feeling. i start to whine and whimper, feeling my cunt clench on the open air. i feel my clit throbbing, left without a toy to throb on.

i whine; he takes my toy from me as i bark, ruining my orgasm.

“nooo!” i whine, him holding my legs open; not allowing me any further stimulation; not allowing me to give myself any further stimulation.

i keep my hands to myself. i know better, i know to be good; allowing myself to feel the burn and ache of a ruin for him.

through my haze, i manage to let out a single plea: “please.”

“please what?”

“please let me cum!” i whine, the desperation in my voice painfully obvious.

he laughs, coming closer to me.

“what do you mean? i did let you cum.”

i don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling. i can feel how much he loves to watch me suffer. i’m not oblivious, he knows what he’s doing to me.

“i mean a full orgasm!” i whine.

“oh? you should have been more specific then.”

i whine again. all i can focus on is the dull ache between my legs, the ache that he gave me, the ache that i’ve been begging for.

the room is now filled with my pleas, begging him to let me feel an orgasm; a full orgasm.

“again.”

i begin to plead once more, “how do i know it’ll be a full one this time?”

i can feel him smiling again.

“you’ll never know if you don’t try.”

i whimper.

“again.”

desperate to feel a full orgasm, i place the toy on my sore, needy clit once again; being left to constantly chase those few fleeting moments of pure bliss, never knowing if they will ever come, and thanking him anyways.

Every ‘dom/daddy’ is like “I want a sub” until :

- They believe in consent.

- They’re alternative.

- They want pleasure.

- They want a break.

- Sub drop.

- They don’t shave everywhere.

- They don’t want to explore all their fantasies.

- They don’t want to devote their life to you.

- They want alone time.

- They don’t want to do videos and pics 24/7.

- They aren’t horny 24/7.

- They have mental health issues.

- They aren’t conventionally attractive.

- They don’t ‘fit’ the body standards.

- They don’t like a certain kink/fetish.

Be careful who you are talking to! Make sure you communicate with your dom/sub and set boundaries and have a safe word!!

Stay safe 🤍

I think rough, nasty sex in haunted locations is a severely underrated activity, and I'm not afraid to say it.

Sorry that I saw your happy trail and bush and moaned a little. It will happen again.