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​sigh. ya know, this would be more fun for me if i drove you up to a secluded stretch of forest, gave you a crude map of nearby waterways, patted you down for weapons, and gave you an analog watch with a timer for how long your head start will be before i calmly begin hunting you. and it’s your choice, really. when i cut the duct tape off your wrists and ankles and tell you to get going, you can choose to waste your time with an attempt to subdue me, plead with me to let you go, decide you’re above participation. don’t be stupid and waste your own time, pet. i’ll end up on top of you with my fingers around your throat and all of my length buried in you while you thrash and cry regardless of what you do. there is no way out of this but i like to think of myself as somewhat kind, and so you do have some agency here. it’s up to you how you want things to go prior to my arm wrapping around your middle and throwing you against the warm earth. ripping your clothes off just enough to get inside you as you’re wondering what that ringing noise in your ears is and if the impact of skull to tree roots is enough to cause a concussion. incapacitated and soft underneath me. willing flesh begging to be torn apart and abused. yes i will ravage you, but you’ll have a choice in how i manage it, as all darling deer in my woods should

faux sympathy is actually evil.

you’re ruining me, i’m shaking, barely coherent, and you have the audacity to say “i know, baby, it’s a lot, huh?” all sweet and condescending like yeah??? obviously??? but are you stopping? no :( you just keep going, all soft and sweet, acting like you feel bad while actively making it worse. it’s sick and i need more of it immediately.

whenever i have a really severe pain flare up i always want to get beaten to a pulp. can someone please come replace the bad pain with good pain that will loosen up my muscles and turn me into a pliant, shivering, dripping mess. please

tumblr telling me i hit 50 posts within half a day of making this blog. EMBARRASSING

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while we’re cuddling, whisper how bad you could hurt me. let me know the only reason im still breathing right now is because of you

i need you to do something to me that i’ll never recover from.

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“hold still”

“almost done abusing you”

“good boy”

“you didn’t even flinch!! do i have to hurt you more to get you to squirm?”

Fuck machines as a way of brat breaking- fuck. Tying down a bratty little thing, lining up the dildo, and positioning a vibrator right on their dick. Bombarding them with pleasure, milking orgasm after orgasm out of them, until they finally break. Pleading and begging and apologizing for anything they’re told they did wrong. If they came without permission it can also be a “you wanted this, right? You just need to get it alll out of you” situation. And despite their clenching and struggling, the dildo keeps pumping into them and the vibrator keeps buzzing against their dick. It won’t stop until they learn <3