Obsessed With That Face Tops Make When They Accidentally Discover A Weak Spot Of Yours Or A Kink Of Yours

yes i have a praise kink. yes i get embarrassed about being praised. yes this means you should pin me down and hold my face in your hands so i can't get away when you praise me

nothing pisses me off more than men that think they can dominate me. i’ll make you cry on my strap, bitch.

I wanna go to my room and find him stomach flat on the bed surrounded by rose petals, ass up like a good boy and looking back at me with his pretty bedroom eyes

Strong sub. Big strong subby puppy. You’re only able to pin him down when he lets you. You didn’t win dominance over him, he gave it to you. Tied up in restraints that only keep him down if he doesn’t try to struggle. And he doesn’t try. He trusts you, he relinquished himself to you, he lets you get him out of his own head, you couldn’t physically overpower him if you tried, but he lays under you nonetheless. I think trust is pretty damn hot.

Have me ride you while youre playing games with your friends. You dont try to hide it, theyre pretty used to it by now, hearing your moans as i rode you. Until one of them asks to see. With a grin you turn your webcam on, yanking my shirt up to show off my tits bouncing. A collective groan comes from your friends as you grab my hips and thrust into me. All i can do is hold on and moan as you rail into, my tits bouncing everywhere. You put your headset on me so i can hear your friends jerk themselves off to you bouncing me in your dick, theyre all telling me how hot i am, how good my tits look, how they cant wait to rail my tight little pussy. I moan and egg them one, playing with my tits and rubbing my clit for them until i cum all over your dick, clenching down hard you. You stand us up and toss me into your chair before pounding away at me. When you cum you fill my pussy and point the webcam at it so your friends cans see your cum leaking out of me.

poor worn out prince, your parents, your monarchs, send you out once again to fight in their place, to send aid to your neighbouring kingdom, you fight so hard and you do win but you feel your exhaustion weighing down on you as your vision blackens. when you awaken you do not recognise the room you are in, though it is just as ornate as your rooms back home, it is unfamiliar, someone opens the door at seeing you awake says she must leave to tell the queen you have awoken. ah, that is it then. you’re ally, the queen of your neighbouring kingdom must have brought you back here to heal up… though… why? you are not badly wounded, your own men could have brought you home, and seemingly she has wanted to be notified the moment you wake up. you have no time left to ponder as the door reopens and she enters the room. she smiles when she sees you and your heart flutters in your chest, more so when she tells the servant to leave you both be. she frowns, sighs, and walks over to you, sitting on the edge of your bed, 

“oh you poor sweet thing”, she tells you how she’s seen you taking so much responsibility on your shoulders, how your king and queen seem to use you, hide behind you, she’s out there with her soldiers and they stay safe locked up in their castle and send you out in their stead, her hands curl in the blankets, clenching, as she mutters almost to herself about the way she has seen them treat you when they think no one is looking, the jokes they say about you, “how can they not see what a precious boy they have in front of them?”, she turns back to you and gasps, you hadn’t noticed you’d started crying, “oh hush” she says and pulls your head to her throat “would you let me take care of you, my little prince? let me convince you to stay a while? for you deserve so much more than you have been given”

that evening you send a letter to your parents, telling them that you are safe but do not feel well enough to travel back home yet and that you’ll return once you are healthy. a lie of course. but this queen fills you with such warmth in your chest, shows you such affection, that you already feel needy for it. within just a week you’re preening under her praise, which she is most generous with, almost squeaking the first time she called you a “good boy”, she seemed to have been doing it more since, asking you to help her with things, asking her to accompany her as she walks around her gardens, and calling you a good boy when you say yes, apart from when you reluctantly tell her you don’t feel up to it and expect scorn but are only met with yet again another “good boy, it’s okay. i’m proud of you for telling me. you are allowed to say no, you understand? what i want more than anything is for you to feel comfortable”

in two weeks you know you should head home, you know you can’t hide from your family forever, and if you were to stay what would happen? you wouldn’t want your parents to get angry enough that they’d start a war with your queen… oh gods you called her ‘your queen’. whether it is unproperly or not, you head to her chambers and knock on her door, she answers, surprised, but then smiles and lets you inside. “i cannot stay” you tell her, unable to look at her. “why ever not? do you not like it here”, you let out a wet laugh “that is the problem, your grace, i like it here far too much”, try as you might she is… good at convincing you, though she does not say much, she does not tell you she has plans of how this will all work but.. she gets closer, cupping your cheeks in her hands, “you could stay with me, not just stay here but, you can would with me. i would keep you safe, i would keep you cared for, i would keep you loved”, your knees touch the edge of the mattress, not realising you’d been backing away from her, she pushes a little and you sit, “don’t you want to be my good boy?”

you can’t stop the sound that escapes you and your suddenly so embarrassed that you think you feel tears pricking the corner of your eyes, “oh my darling” she swipes at your tears, leaning down over you, and presses her lips against yours. you don’t know where to put your hands, wanting to hold her, or rather wanting her to hold you, nervous of touching the fine fabrics of her gowns. she pulls back and chuckles, takes your hands and places them at your sides, “let me take care of you, just lie back, let me take care of everything”. your mind is a blurry haze as she pulls you clothes from your body, fingers trailing the hem of your undershirt, looking to you, asking whether you would like it on or off, you knowing now there is no answer which she’d prefer other than your honest one, whimpering as she removes the last cloth with covers your cunt, throwing a hand over your face, “aw, is my little prince shy?”, only getting more whimpers in response as her fingers slide up and down your dripping boy pussy, watching you squirm as she slides one finger inside, “ah, there you go. that’s what my good boy needed all along, wasn’t it? don’t you worry about a thing. just rock back against my fingers, that’s it. you’re doing such a good job, lovely. just let mommy fuck you with her fingers.”

you never do end up returning back home.

[pov character is a trans man, dni if you’re not attracted to men. dni minors and ageless blogs]

fucking be nice to your dommes, they're just as traumatized and messy as you and need to be loved and supported for it

I’d like to see you asleep in the corner at a party and slowly pull down your pants. My friends start giggling as your glistening boypussy gets revealed. I squish your lips between my fingers and feel your tdick harden. I take out my phone and zoom in on your little boypussy. My fingers dip into your hole so easily. A few other people start jerking off, but I get to use you first. Why even put my cock in your hole? The humiliation of you having your bare boypussy out is much more stimulating. I cum creamy ribbons that drip into your boypussy’s folds, making sure to zoom in and get a good recording to show all your friends who missed it later. You wake up to a beer bottle being shoved into you.

I got way too drunk at your party. Everyone kept giving me drinks just to see how dumb I was when drunk. I curl up in the corner of your sectional and fall asleep quickly. When you find me, my ass is hanging out of the throw blanket I wrapped myself in.

I don’t even stir as you undress me, tossing my clothes into the gathering crowd, never to be seen again. You take your pictures and videos, letting other do so too as you stroke off to my exposed boypussy.

With your hot, sticky cum all over my crotch, I moan as the bottle gets shoved inside me. You have to move it in and out a few times to get it slick enough to go in deeper. My boypussy is already so wet, as if i was turned on by what you were doing to my sleeping body.

As you push it in deeper, I wake, moaning at the rigid glass bottle raping my tight little hole. I’m panicking inside, but I’m so drunk my body is too heavy to fight back. My arms flail at you, but others come to grab my arms, putting their cocks in my hand.

As if by instinct I start stroking them, and my hips move to fuck back against the bottle in no time. You’re all still videoing and taking pictures, calling me a good little whore and slut.

I cum on the bottle, my juices leaking out around it. As you finish with me, others get in line, shoving their cocks or other objects inside me to rape me over and over.

In the morning, the guys that stayed over instead of driving home wake me up by taking turns fucking me. They all pull up the videos they uploaded of me being used last night, forcing me to watch as they rape me again. And I, being the whore that I am, cum while watching it all.

i didn’t know objectification was a kink! i thought i was just Being A Sub. thank you for answering and introducing me to it i’ll definitely look into it and maybe someday bring it up (im a shy whore) 🥰

Objectification is a little more than just being submissive. It's very much a de-personalization of the submissive, making you more of a vehicle for the dom's pleasure than an active participant in the scene. It's a specific dynamic that often needs specific aftercare as well, but it can be really nice for knocking you out of your head.

Do you enjoy being a toy, or having your dom ignore you while they use you? You might have an objectification kink! Do you enjoy the idea of being treated like furniture? You might have an objectification kink! And if the idea of free use seems appealing, but you want there to be a little bit of a non-con element to it as well, you might have an objectification kink.

DOMS NEED AFTERCARE TOO!!!

Tell them they did good

Remind them they didn’t hurt you and that you are mentally ok

If they did hurt you tell them how much you enjoyed it

Tell them you felt safe in your scene

Make sure they hydrate and refuel with a little snack if they need it

Thank them for fulfilling your desires

Cuddle them, pet them, hold them

If either of you safeworded discuss why you did so and how to prevent it from progressing that far in the future

Relax! Watch a movie play some video games together! Don’t just leave or ask them to leave afterwards…doms are not just sentient sex toys