this is a bdsm/sub blog. i'm new to this world but posting my deepest fantasies. i'm a submissive slut who was born to serve. my slutty cunt is always wet, and i constantly crave cum.

1 month ago | 51,995 notes (originally from meat-cum-and-automobile)

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littleoneem:

nosolocuerpos:

NSC

Saying it again… Mmm oral fetish…

littleoneem:

nosolocuerpos:

NSC

Saying it again… Mmm oral fetish…

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1 month ago | 9,848 notes (originally from sundriedraisins)

blackleatherbelt:

exhibitionistatheart:

Belts ❤️

MINE

blackleatherbelt:

exhibitionistatheart:

Belts ❤️

MINE

(Source: sexslavedreams)

1 month ago | 5,243 notes (originally from sexslavedreams)

fuckeddaddy:

tame-the-cunt:

Any idea whats coming next cunt?

Can you guess?
hellolittledolly

fuckeddaddy:

tame-the-cunt:

Any idea whats coming next cunt?

Can you guess?
hellolittledolly

(via feminist-rapebait)

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captsacksparrow:

Yep.
1 month ago | 2,650 notes (originally from akinkymind-deactivated20110908)

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

You’ve been in my lap, fucking me, for the last hour. You’re full of my cum and soaked in our sweat. I shove you off my lap, and you hit the floor with a grunt. You’d thought it was over.
I grab a fistful of hair and drag you to the bathroom, the skin of your ass burning and squeaking across the wood floor. I’ve made you do all the work of getting me off this afternoon, so you’re too exhausted to do more than whine and yelp as I throw you against the bathtub.
I slap you in the back of the head and growl at you.
"Get your worthless ass in there, slut."
You try to awkwardly slip over the side from where you are on the tile, knowing by now that standing up will just get you knocked back down. As you slide one leg over, I take the opportunity to kick your haunches.
When you look up at me, exasperated, I shrug. “Be happy. I was aiming for your cunt.”
You land in the tub with an unladylike *thump*, and end in a sitting position, clutching your knees to your chest. Your eyes are sad… this isn’t the post-fuck cuddle you’d wanted.
"Fuck your sad little puppy face, cunt," I say as I turn on the tap.
You tense up, not knowing if you’re getting hot or cold, certain only that it won’t be comfortable. You can feel the initial burst of cold flowing around your feet and bottom. You lower your forehead to your knees, close your eyes tightly, and prepare to freeze.
You feel another slap to your head, and then a shove backward, making you topple clumsily and bump your head on the edge of the tub. While you’re disoriented, I grab your ankles and pull your crotch toward the tap, dragging your torso and head along behind.
I line you up so the chilly water is pounding into your clit, and I reach back to clamp a hand over your mouth… I don’t want you to bother the neighbors with you noisy bullshit.
As you fold your legs to accomodate the position I’ve picked for you, my free hand reaches for the handle and quickly twists the water temperature to blazing hot. You start to feel the cold sting on your pussy turn warm, and for a second, it almost feels good… until it just keeps getting hotter, and you begin to feel like your mound is being boiled.
After a few seconds of that, I return the temperature to something you can endure. You begin to calm yourself as the water beats away at your clit, and I remove my hand from your mouth. You close your eyes and try to breathe evenly, try to get into how the rushing water is making you feel.
You don’t even realize I’ve put the plug in the drain until you feel water rapidly pooling around your head. Your eyes fly open, and I lean in for a kiss. You accept it, like the needy, greedy little whore that you are. I kiss you so deeply that you barely notice my hands move around your throat, or the shift in my weight. By the time I pull my lips away, you’re pinned to the floor of the tub and the water level is over your ears.
The last thing you clearly hear me say is, “Drown for Daddy, sweetie.”
Later, when you wake up in bed, covered in the bruises you gave yourself thrashing around, your lungs aching, and mind cloudy, you only have one question for me:
"Why did you stop?"

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

You’ve been in my lap, fucking me, for the last hour. You’re full of my cum and soaked in our sweat. I shove you off my lap, and you hit the floor with a grunt. You’d thought it was over.

I grab a fistful of hair and drag you to the bathroom, the skin of your ass burning and squeaking across the wood floor. I’ve made you do all the work of getting me off this afternoon, so you’re too exhausted to do more than whine and yelp as I throw you against the bathtub.

I slap you in the back of the head and growl at you.

"Get your worthless ass in there, slut."

You try to awkwardly slip over the side from where you are on the tile, knowing by now that standing up will just get you knocked back down. As you slide one leg over, I take the opportunity to kick your haunches.

When you look up at me, exasperated, I shrug. “Be happy. I was aiming for your cunt.”

You land in the tub with an unladylike *thump*, and end in a sitting position, clutching your knees to your chest. Your eyes are sad… this isn’t the post-fuck cuddle you’d wanted.

"Fuck your sad little puppy face, cunt," I say as I turn on the tap.

You tense up, not knowing if you’re getting hot or cold, certain only that it won’t be comfortable. You can feel the initial burst of cold flowing around your feet and bottom. You lower your forehead to your knees, close your eyes tightly, and prepare to freeze.

You feel another slap to your head, and then a shove backward, making you topple clumsily and bump your head on the edge of the tub. While you’re disoriented, I grab your ankles and pull your crotch toward the tap, dragging your torso and head along behind.

I line you up so the chilly water is pounding into your clit, and I reach back to clamp a hand over your mouth… I don’t want you to bother the neighbors with you noisy bullshit.

As you fold your legs to accomodate the position I’ve picked for you, my free hand reaches for the handle and quickly twists the water temperature to blazing hot. You start to feel the cold sting on your pussy turn warm, and for a second, it almost feels good… until it just keeps getting hotter, and you begin to feel like your mound is being boiled.

After a few seconds of that, I return the temperature to something you can endure. You begin to calm yourself as the water beats away at your clit, and I remove my hand from your mouth. You close your eyes and try to breathe evenly, try to get into how the rushing water is making you feel.

You don’t even realize I’ve put the plug in the drain until you feel water rapidly pooling around your head. Your eyes fly open, and I lean in for a kiss. You accept it, like the needy, greedy little whore that you are. I kiss you so deeply that you barely notice my hands move around your throat, or the shift in my weight. By the time I pull my lips away, you’re pinned to the floor of the tub and the water level is over your ears.

The last thing you clearly hear me say is, “Drown for Daddy, sweetie.”

Later, when you wake up in bed, covered in the bruises you gave yourself thrashing around, your lungs aching, and mind cloudy, you only have one question for me:

"Why did you stop?"

(Source: littlemizzriley, via fullholes-emptyhead)

1 month ago | 2,213 notes (originally from littlemizzriley)

twistedtamed:

She’ll feel you inside her for days after this.

twistedtamed:

She’ll feel you inside her for days after this.

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sultrysteamystacy:

Why does nothing make my pussy wetter than the combination of humiliation, fear and objectification? 
I can’t stop dreaming about being tied up and abused as little more than fuckmeat. 

sultrysteamystacy:

Why does nothing make my pussy wetter than the combination of humiliation, fear and objectification? 

I can’t stop dreaming about being tied up and abused as little more than fuckmeat. 

(via sirsplayground)

1 month ago | 1,375 notes (originally from sultrysteamystacy)