Bitches be like, do you have an owner?
Why? Are you looking for one?
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I don’t hate anything. I slap myself when I slip, but I have so many bad thoughts. I’m such a bitch. Oh my God—have mercy. I’m not sorry. I love you. That's why I'm honest, you holy shit.
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I'm picking fights dreaming of beatings, but I'm only getting bored. Don't expect me to take a dive without a fat bribe, too.
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My lungs shatter. I can’t breathe. My eyes plead with yours, but it’s no good. I can’t stop. I'm no good. Your gaze is like a spike through my brain. I’m bleeding out. My skull is drained. My heart sends everything between my legs.
You drink it.
I’m dead.
You spit it out.
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Space swells infinitely around me. You swell inside me—into a black hole and implode.
Welcome to the center of the universe.
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I ride him until I see his eyes glaze over, siphoning his fight between my hips until he's too dumb to know I'm degrading him, too weak to punish me anyway—breaking him like a horse. He tries to buck me. I dig in with my heels, and I feel him become mine.
Like aw, you're such a desperate fuckboy. I told you not to cum, you stupid piece of shit.
He's going cross-eyed as he grins, as I use him up, as I feel him spilling over.
You just can't help it, can you? You want to give me everything you have, but what if I don't want it, huh? Take it back.
That's when I saddle his face so he can swallow his own filth. He's so braindead he just obeys. He takes whatever I give him in stride—bit and bridle, his reins inside me.
Good boy.
Normally he'd beat me fucking blind, but I know it's only because he's so easily humiliated—honestly adorable.
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ADULTS ONLY. Minors, ageless, and hateful creeps, DNI. I will block you. Nihilists are on thin fucking ice.
RULES. Don't tell me what to do. You're a hallucination, and I'm real.
PORTRAIT. Hippie scum smoking mids for a living. Grew up in the Bible Belt but left for the Big City. Heiress to the kingdom of God.
LOVE LETTERS. Hopeless romantic at the bottom of my heart waiting to be swept off my feet—but my heart is too heavy to budge. Please, restore my faith.
MESSAGES. Don't be shy! If you act like a bitch, I'll treat you like a bitch. If you act tough—well, I still might treat you like a bitch, but I'll have more fun doing it. If you'd like to hear the good Word or discuss Scripture, let me know.
WARNING. Hard kinks, violence, religion, psychosis. Don't confuse fantasy with reality. Never ever act without clear, informed consent. Don't hesitate to block me if you feel uncomfortable.
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My boyfriend read my slave smut—now he's shopping for a shock collar and zip ties. I'm so scared. What have I done?
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Ask, and it shall be given you. Seek, and ye shall find. Knock, and it shall be opened unto you—
Well, not if you knock like a little bitch.
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