What If Submissive Obsessive Stalker Bf

i love pathetic subs as much as the next dom, but give me someone who actually wants to play.

give me a dom who actually wants to participate in the “breaking” part of dombreaking. one who will actually stand their ground, who won’t fold immediately when they’re met where they’re at. i promise the tension is 90% of the fun.

GAME TIP: It would forgive you eventually. Maybe even thank you.

Genuinely one of my prides is that even with my type being 'Nervous wounded animal who never grew past the terrors of childhood' so many of my subs feel comfortable relaxing, trusting, and unmasking around me. I have a big family and I love that I can be a home for all my kids.

Snuff is literally not problematic

lesbian puppy girls :3

(she/her for Magna🦊🪄)

(She/her for Tammy 🐺🏳️‍⚧️)

never kill yourself there's trans people who will be your sibling or parent incestuously

head includes suckin ur balls n makin out w ur asshole btw

cant stop thinking about being a predator at the mercy of prey.

muzzled, hands roughly tied behind my back, remote controlled vibe pressed up against my cock that the prey can control. choke collar chained to the wall down low near the floor so that i'm forced to sit, trying to stand up or get at the prey causes me to suffocate myself.

they're still clearly terrified of me, but the intoxicating power starts to get to their head. they start out at a safe distance, raising and lowering the vibrations and watching me pull at the restraints with snarls low in my throat. eventually they'll start to develop a good rhythm and i'll start to be more focused on the blood rushing between my legs. my single minded predator's focus will start to blur at the edges and lose clarity. i'm still growling, but there's a note of desperation and breathlessness that wasn't there before.

maybe seeing me start to subtly hump upward emboldens them even further. getting closer, reaching out a tentative hand and skittering fingers up my sole. maybe my bark of laughter would cause them to jump and scramble away, thinking i had finally gotten free and now i was coming for them. or, maybe, their eyes light up as they take in the sight of the very thing that they were terrified of huffing and squirming and visibly weakening under their influence. despite guttural growls of i'll fucking kill you, when i get my hands on you i swear to fucking god, i'm going to tear you to pieces as soon as i get out, theres nothing really stopping them from reaching out and roughly scraping their nails across the ball of my foot. if they did, they'd be rewarded with laughter that betrays just how badly that's turning me on. they can stay there to get moans interspersed with the giggles, or of they're feeling really bold they can venture upwards to my armpits...

knowing that if i was out of restraints they would be helpless to stop me from doing whatever i pleased, that they're so much subbier and still unraveling me, that they're torturing me as revenge for every ounce of fear predators have put into them, that they're going to seize this opportunity to the fullest because it may never happen again.

knowing that when i do eventually get out of this i am going to eat. them. alive.

who wants to teach me how to kiss while saying stuff like "poor thing you're shaking" and "nice and easy kiddo" and "open up for me"

we need more cutesy fake-innocent doms. giggly, hair-twirly, "but puppyyyyyy i wanna playyyy :3" with a shock collar remote in its hand