property
noun
A thing belonging to someone, a possession
The legal right to own and use something
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While cooking Christmas dinner, I was teasing him about something only to have his voice drop as he asked me, “Why are you speaking right now? I don’t remember speaking to you first.” Just to watch my knees get a little weak and my cheeks flush. And he smirked. “I didn’t think so.”
“All it takes is a little misogynistic banter to melt you, huh?” he taunted in my ear as he groped my ass hard. I was really blushing now. “Why wouldn’t I talk to you like this - my good little housewife, hard at work in the kitchen and looking pretty, ready to be bent over whenever I want? I own your ass.”
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If you're going to reach out to me, do not assume my submission, it is given rarely. I am not yours, and you will not get the reaction you wanted 😘❤️💋
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Updating for frequently asked:
Height - 170cm/5'7"
Training - powerlifter
1RM - S 122.5kg/270lb, B 77.5kg/170lb, D 150kg/330lb
I don't sell content. This is just a bit of fun for me and nothing else.
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I'm a brainless cocksocket
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Why I like to go to concerts? That's why.
This tall ginger hunk was standing in front of me at the concert. He was so hot and he didn't lose a moment to establish his superiority over the other guys around him.
I was hard all the time and couldn't stop staring at him. But then he suddenly went all crazy and started flexing his muscles to the music. All the girls around like it. Then he noticed me standing right next to him. He grabbed my head and pressed my face deep into his armpit making me sniff on his sweaty aroma.
My cock rubbed against his rock hard thigh and I moaned shooting a load into my pants. At that moment the hunk pulled me by hair from his armpit and saw the satisfaction on my face. He smirked and led me to his pickup truck on the parking lot.
There he fucked me roughly and left with his cum dripping down from my ass.
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He’d become his Owner’s Jock.
He wasn’t sure just what moment it was that he changed from a free athlete into an Owned Jock, but he knew it had happened.
Maybe when he heard the padlock click shut locking the collar around his neck.
Maybe it was the moment he felt the weight of the chain settle around his neck.
Maybe when his Owner just turned and walked down the hall pulling him along by the chain leash.
Maybe when he was cuffed and chained to the floor between his Owner’s legs as the movie started.
Maybe it was the feel of his Owner’s hands over his muscles, squeezing, twisting, gripping.
Maybe it was his Owner’s voice ordering him to flex, to obey.
Maybe it was weeks before as they texted, messaged, and called…
Or maybe it didn’t matter if he couldn’t name the moment it happened.
Perhaps all that matter was that it had happened.
That he’d became an Owned Jock.
Became his Owner’s.
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Wanting to mark you as mine.
Six Sexy Words
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You need more than the other girls.
You need to be chosen.
You need to be dominated.
You need to be owned.
You need to be collared.
You need to belong.
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