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please can someone come do this to me??....🥰😵💫
Your head is nuzzled into my neck, gently cradled by my hand as you lay on top of me. I whisper soft words to you, but they're overwhelmingly contradicted by my harsh thrusts as I fuck into you from beneath you. "Thereee's my good girl" I say with a sickeningly sweet tone against your ear as my hips drive into you relentlessly. "You're taking me so well baby", as your pussy swallows me up and my fingers softly soothe your hair. I love overwhelming you like this. Am I being rough? How could I be? I'm treating you like my little angel. Am I being soft? Don't be silly, sweetheart. Your thighs will be shaking for the next hour or two. Turn that pretty little head of yours off for a while. Throw all of your thoughts out the window, and just be good.
Uh huh…yes
There's nothing I crave more right now than to hug a sweet girl from behind, slip my warm hands under her shirt to rub and tap her tummy with my flat palm, and whisper "I really want you filled up with me right now"
such a good boy
As a short domme who sometimes has a hard time dealing with crowded places, I often daydream about owning a big, tough, territorial puppy sub with scary dog privilege.
The perfect guard mutt out in public, standing over my shoulder with their head on a swivel, glaring fiercely at anyone who dares look at their Owner.
My devoted doggy, proudly wearing my collar around their neck, who would make me feel so safe and secure in a situation that would normally push me towards panic.
My big sweet pup, who I would take home and worship until they're a sobbing, overstimulated, mess. Tears running down their face, crying out that they can't cum again as I build them up once more.
"Hush my darling pup, you can, and you will. You're so good to me, this is what you deserve♡"
Now listen to Mummy.
I’m going to be super busy with work this week, so I won’t be around much—but you know just how much I care about your wellbeing and stress levels, don’t think for a second that my absence means you're off the hook...
So here’s what you're going to do.
I want you to make sure you relieve yourself, I want you to do cummies, but only when I say so.
Don’t let all that tension build up too much—self love is important to Mummy remember? But we have standards in this house, don't we? ...and I expect you to meet them.
I want you feeling good, not frustrated, and my poor baby struggles if he's pent up, doesn't he?? Not that you recognise it...
That little brain of yours just doesn't work...
But first, you’re going to sit there and show Mummy exactly what you do with those silly little fumbly hands. Go on—don’t be shy.
I want to watch you try and make cummies.
It’s adorable, really, how seriously you take it, like you actually know what you’re doing...
Oh and I’ll be stopping you when your breathing gets all funny and your little face goes all blushy...oh baby, you're just the cutest...
Don't worry, I'll be pointing out every little mistake, telling you to put more effort in for Mummy, setting the pace, maybe some words of encouragement—because clearly someone needs a lot of help!
Good thing Mummy’s here to teach you properly…I want 100% effort...as always.
Tell Mummy, on a scale of zero to five...how close are you to cummies?
Ohhh, only a 4.5?
...try harder for Mummy...
Faster.
Keep going baby...
That's my boy...⭐❤️
"Shoes off sweet boy," I said the moment he stepped in the door, it was late. "Phone on the shelf."
He sighed, taking his shoes off.
"Work's done, no need to think anymore, you're home."
It was an intense day, he looked exhausted- lost in that pretty little head...
"You didn't have time for lunch again", I said. Not a question. A fact.
"Mummy can tell..."
He shook his head. "My meetings ran over. I was going to, just grabbed something on the trai—"
"Shhhh", I cut in, soft but stern. "You're done making decisions. Bathroom. Now."
He didn’t argue. Just nodded, already unbuttoning his shirt as he headed up the stairs. I had the bath ready with his favourite bubbles. He paused when he saw it.
"Oh Mummy..."
“Let Mummy help you do a big boy peepee first..." —I stood behind him, my hips pressed against his back, my hands making my way round his waist, unbuttoning his fly as his trousers dropped to the floor...— "I take care of what’s mine, and you are mine." I whispered in his ear as my hands held him, his body relaxing into mine.
"Now, flush the toilet and get in the bath."
He did as he was told.
Once he was settled in the water, I sat on the edge of the bath and gently washed his face and hair, taking care to not get any soap in his eyes. I worked my way down his body, neck, shoulders, arms- washing away the day...
I watched as the assertive, directing man with never ending responsibilities slowly melted into my baby before my eyes.
He didn’t need to perform or initiate here, he needed to feel safe and protected. I took my time making sure he was clean and dry.
Then we brushed our teeth together, took my time applying baby lotion, talc, gently wrapping him in the biggest diapee I could find and my favourite tortoise pyjamas.
"Time for bed." I peeled back the sheets- he shuffled under, so sleepy...
"Come here Gorgeous boy" I whispered as I climbed into bed next to him, pulling him close to my chest and pushing his favourite dummy between his lips.
"You’ve done enough. Let Mummy take care of the rest."
Stroking his hair and covering his face with the tiniest kisses, I whispered: "I’m so proud of you, you know? You worked so hard today."
I held him a little tighter, letting my hand rest gently at the nape of his neck.
My strong, brilliant boy—peaceful in my arms, exactly where he belonged.
He was mine to guide. Mine to protect. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed to a rhythmic pace...
And now, finally, he could rest knowing he was safe, wrapped in Mummy's love...
❤️