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put my hands in a prayer tie before you make me worship you

Just... just make me bow at your feet. Grovel at your presence, become heavy at my knees at the mere sight of your grace, like a deity.

Take complete control of my will and desires with your pretty spiral, making my head spin with the fantasy of being your sorry footstool. Becoming your helplessly addicted slave with the help of your programming. And force me to show my newly implemented loyalty by putting myself in my place.

Please... I-I need you to see how addicted to worship I am, Master. Tell me to obey.

sit on your knees before me and pray aloud for all the things you wish to be done to you. be explicit and allow every thought to spill from your spinning mind. share the specific details from all of your disgusting fantasies. confess all the sins you’ve partaken in against my say as you fearfully look up at me.

be respectful and never break eye contact when your God is gracing you with more than just a glance. clasp your hands together in prayer and feel as the desperation grows in your gut, feel the embarrassment washing over your burning face. you wish to be showered with love from God, don’t you? to feel the warming touch of my merciful hand? … then you will worship me with firm belief that i am the God you will kneel for until the end of time. you will worship the ground i walk on as you equally do the boot i grind between your legs.

with a quick grab at your face, i’ll guide your wavering vision back to my eyes. now repeat this verse until your voice grows too weak to continue.

“my faith is undying, my loyalty forever remains, for i am yours, and you are my God.”

the need to worship your partner as your god - the urge to worship them, the ground they walk on, their body. wanting to be their loyal follower and being so graceful for being allowed to be with such an holy being. being allowed to please and serve them, and even being rewarded by their touch or worlds.

☽ Lay me down on the altar, pour wine on my body and lick it off before you tie me down. Tell me God won’t forgive me until I’ve given you my body, smile cruelly as I stutter out my answer. Let your hands roam my body before you rip away my stained white dress then grope my breasts. Whisper in my ear how worried you were about Lucifer taking me away from you, make me promise to never leave your side again before you climb onto the altar and kiss my pale skin, you told me to beg you for forgiveness. Make me believe you are god, my god. ☽

religious imagery is best when its used for gothic, vampiric, horror, or kinky shit

i may not ever have been religious but damn would i love for someone to make sure they’re the only god i’ll ever believe in.

make me worship you. make me crave for even the slightest hint of your attention, make sure each of your words is a blessing to me. make me believe i’m special while i’m actually just one of many, make me be one of your devoted little followers.

make sure i’ll never ever forget what an honor it is to be graced with your presence. make me pray to you. make sure i’ll fall more and more into your hands, all until i’d even openly declare you to be my god.

make sure that, until the day i die, i’ll worship you and you alone.♡

I wanna read smut fan fic but I’m so annoyingly critical, every little flaw is insanely distracting 🙄

Having your parents fall in love with me at the dinner table, alleviating their anxiety by assuring them that their baby is in good hands, all while you’re sitting in your cum soaked underwear after I fucked you mercilessly in the bathroom only moments before.

listen, if you’re going to pull my hair,

you’re going to have to fuck me violently.

i don’t make the rules.

craving being touched while sleepy, i want you to grope me all over while i'm so out of it that i don't even notice you doing anything until you slip a finger inside me.

I’m a slut for art. It’s so good at conveying the feeling of sex. Porn? Mid. An oil painting of a girl tied up? UNGH 🤤🤤 it just makes me FEEL things

"You talk too much," okay? So pin me to a wall with your dagger to my throat and shut me up?

hate sex.

rough touches and harsh kisses as both of you try to gain dominance. Clothes flying everywhere. Hands slipping over your body grabbing and caressing wherever they please. dark hickeys trailing from your neck down your torso. I hate yous whispered in the midst of everything, both of you knowing its not true. being fucked so hard you can't walk and your both moaning messes.

hate sex

You.

Yes, you.

I know what you want..

You want your mind played with..

You want your thoughts erased..

Mindless and blank..

You want to be molded into an obedient toy, don't you?

You want to serve, turn your brain off, and drool..

You want to be dumbed down..

You want to be left in a state or complete mindlessness..

You want your mind fucked

Don't you?

I know you do..

It's so obvious..

all you have to do is press reblog, and I'll take care of the rest..

So be a good girl for me, won't you?

You walk up to me, take your face between your palms and kiss me deep. I immediately kiss you back but the second i push into you, you pull back and sigh. “You’re almost perfect, you know?”

I furrow my brow, because i don’t know. What don’t i know?? You let go and your gentle touch leaves a void on my skin. I resist the urge to reach for you, trying not to seem too desperate. “Almost?” I’m almost afraid to ask.

“You know, I saw you and i really thought maybe you could replace her. And you’re… fine.. cute even.. but Rebecca..” you trail off, looking away, and the image of your ex girlfriend comes to my mind. Inside, a jealousy burns, but more than that, a severe disappointment in myself. She was objectively gorgeous, with a tall, slim, figure and long thick hair. Hardly thinking i look down at myself, my curves- the curves i spend years building in the gym, mousy brown hair cut to my prominent collarbones. “I just can’t stop thinking about her body..” you look back at me, up and down. “The way her tits were just too big to grab entirely” i notice mine- saggy from weight loss, noticeably smaller with stretch marks. You reach up and takes a lock of my hair between his fingers “that slutty blonde hair i could grab and control” You lightly pull on the strand, then let it go. “You’re pretty hot but Rebecca- she was my perfect little slut.”

Inside, i recoil as if i was slapped in the face. Unable to stop myself, i mutter “i want to be your perfect little slut”

I can’t believe i just said that, I’m inwardly trying to backpedal out of humiliation as you take a step away from me. “Haley i couldn’t ask you to do that.. it’s okay, i can settle for your shorter brown hair and your smaller tits”

As you step back, i find my shame take a back seat to my desire for approval. My desire to be perfect for you “no really, i was actually thinking of a change.. maybe some extensions, and going blonde!” Your eyes light up, satisfying a need in me that resonates so deep “really? You would do that?”

I nod enthusiastically. “Yes! I could do that to be your little slut” i grin wickedly and try to close the gap you made earlier, but your smile falters a little

“Well, almost…” you look straight at my tits. I don’t know what to say, a boob job seems like … a lot… but at the same time… it would be nice to have better tits… and if it helped that smile come back…

“And maybe …” i say, a little more hesitantly “i could get my tits a little bigger…” that smile comes back tenfold as you wrap your arms around me “oh Hails, that means so much to me that you’d be willing to put yourself through that just to be perfect for me”

I only hear the words “perfect for me” and i smile, dumbly.

Two months later I’m a blonde with 38DDs. A little bigger than i wanted but the way you’ve been looking at them while i recovered makes it worth it. I’m a little in debt, but luckily, you’ve been covering most of my meals (mostly salad, since we both thought i could afford to lose a few pounds) and tonight’s the night i can finally be your perfect little slut.

You kiss me, deep and spend so much time playing with my desensitized tits, grabbing and pinching at them the way i used to love.

As you slide in, you moan into my ear “i knew you were my perfect little slut, Rebecca”

“Stop crying and take it.” hot!

“Keep crying it’s getting me close" F̷̹̤̣͇̼̹͕̅̋̔͝Ū̸̢̜̦̬͂͛͊̔͘̕C̷̣̩̮̭͚̑̅̾̊̆K̸̤͆͗.

i love the idea of being vulnerable. of being exposed. force my legs open and take pictures of my pussy. pull up my shirt in public and let anyone see my tits. let random men kiss my nipples. touch my clit whenever you want. because my body is just there and begging to be used.

He has every right to demand to hear about your trauma. He should make you relive every painful detail while you stroke him, he touches you or even re-enacts it with you.

You should just be grateful that there’s something useful you can do.

Maybe if you’re lucky, he’ll even give you new traumas so you’re not such a worthless whore for a minute.

That’s right little cunt, come sit in my lap, and touch yourself while you tell me all about your trauma.

All the details, little cunt. Tell me everything.

Good girl.

Are you seriously getting turned on from being raped? I guess you are just made for taking cock. How about this? If you manage not to come, I’ll let you go like I initially planned. But if you do? Its clearly a sign that I should keep you chained up in my basement to use whenever I want.

Why are you whimpering? Oh… Oh look at you quivering on my cock. You’re coming right now, aren’t you? Did you come at the idea of being my pet? Well there’s no mistaking it now: you were made to be my personal slut

tell me ur ex was hotter, her pussy felt better, her tits were bigger, her moans sounded hotter. Call me by her name, make me cut and dye my hair like hers, buy the same clothes as her. Make me suck your dick while looking at pictures of her and fuck me while watching videos of you fucking her.