I think I’d simply loose my mind, would be so hard not to disobey 🔥
You know how dog owners train their pups to wait for their food until they use their release word?
Imagine doing that with your sub. You could fuck yourself in front of them. They’d already be drooling, so eager to get a taste, but they wouldn’t be allowed to do anything. They can only watch as you make yourself cum with a toy.
And when you’re finished and they did as they were told, they’d get their reward.
“Does puppy want a treat? Yes? Open up.”
And then you could shove your toy down their throat, finally letting them get a taste of your pussy, since they’ve been so good. Such a well-behaved little pup. 🥰
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Why is this just so hot… this has proper got me needy 🥵🥵
**Minors, do not read or interact. This story is 18+ and NSFW. It contains aspects of CNC. Consent is everything!**
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My little girl, on the floor, on her tummy, so sweet, so irresistibly cute.
Coloring her favorite character, Bluey, while occasionally glancing up to watch her show on the TV.
Goldfish crackers in a bowl, apple juice in her sippy cup.
Lost in little space.
The episode ends. You continue to draw, full concentration, your tongue comically sticking out of your mouth.
I’ve been sneaking glances at you all afternoon, trying to focus my attention on my laptop. Deadline looming.
You’re finally visiting mommy to celebrate your 22nd birthday. We both needed this weekend.
Oh, how I love having you here, caring for you, watching you enjoy yourself, oblivious to the outside world.
But I can’t wait any longer.
I have plans for you tonight, my sweet little one.
“That’s it, babygirl, please turn off the TV and put away your crayons. Show mommy what you’ve drawn.”
No answer.
“Babygirl, listen to mommy…”
No reaction.
“Babygirl…”
“Just one more episode, mommy.”
You grab a handful of goldfish, shove them all in your mouth and continue to color. Kicking your legs gently behind you on the floor humming along to the title tune, while chewing messily.
“No, young lady, you’re done for now.”
“No.”
“What was that?”
“I said no.”
There’s a pause while I slowly stand up.
You suddenly realize what’s happening, and your body tenses up.
I turn off the TV.
Your awareness heightened, you seemingly turn back to your drawing. But it’s no longer your main focus.
“Put it away.”
“I haven’t finished my picture.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I-I’m not d-done.”
I love how you stumble over your words.
Your crayon is no longer moving across the page. Why is that, I wonder?
“Put your work away, babygirl. Now.”
My voice falls half an octave, you clearly recognize the change in tone, and a gentle tremble runs through your body.
“But mommyyyyy…”
I take a few steps towards you.
“Put. Your. Drawing. Away.”
You gently shake your head.
I move to stand over you. I accidentally? brush my foot against your side, pushing your dress up, revealing your pink, flowered panties.
“Stop, mommy, you’re messing up my drawing…”
“Put it away.”
Pause.
You breathe heavily now.
I wait patiently.
“M-make me.”
There it is.
It’s funny… you think you know what’s coming.
But...
I bend over, grab a big fistful of your long hair, and I pull you abruptly to your feet as crayons and goldfish fly everywhere.
Your squeal reveals how unprepared you were. I’m delighted.
“Oooow, mommy, you’re hurting me!”
“Good.”
You scream as I pull you behind me across the room.
I yank you into the bedroom and fling you onto the bed like a ragdoll. I push your face into the sheets, straddle you, and roughly pull your panties off.
You whimper. I grab your hair again and pull your head towards me.
You gasp.
Fear? Excitement? Both?
I lean in close and snarl.
“How fucking dare you disobey me, you filthy little whore?”
“P-please, mommy, don’t hurt me.”
I grin.
“M-mommy, I’m sorry!”
I can’t keep back a slight chuckle.
It’s too late to be sorry now, little lady. You’re in for an evening you’ll never forget.
I plan to leave my marks on you tonight.
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