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Let me show you why they’re wrong.
You let down a guard that you didn’t know you had,
And it awakens a hunger inside of you for a stroke you’ve never felt,
I leave you feeling truly stripped with every thought.
In life you’re successful, you’re expected to be.
To sound, to feel, to look… at all times.
But with me, you are here.
You’ve found a way to be shy, softened and sincere.
Your selfless submissive self…. Safe.
You feel a value in that in a way that feels surreal to me.
That fact alone surprises me.
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My hunger is a subtle reminder that I’m still unfulfilled,
It spells your name in a sweet stickiness down my thighs.
What starts as a hidden secret,
Is highlighted by pink hues that warm my cheeks.
My vulnerability dances with evidence,
In that moment you recognize the feeling.
Your knees on the floor, your ego at the door…
Like a magnet to my cunt.
Your vulnerability awakens the insides of me,
And now I have sparked curiosity into you.
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The way his submission craves the abuse,
It calls through devotion with an ache for a use.
The way my hunger craves a home in his kneel,
Shows you my dominance isn’t part of a deal.
“All’s fair in love and war”
But what about Findom’s door?
You longed for sensual control wrapped up in passion,
Sold to you by sexuality doused in expensive fashion,
Now you kneel for me, eager for every lashing,
You don’t know when, or how, or why it happened,
Your self doubt constantly questioning the attraction,
Behind every ruse, every tease, every aching distraction,
But you’re safe here, under my feet,
Beside me in worth but physically: beneath,
Your submission is a high that leaves me weak.
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you woke up aching again.
drenched in a hunger
to stroke and send.
you call it findom,
you call it “letting go”,
but I know send sex isn’t submission,
it’s feeding your ego.
instead of freeing your soul,
you’re edging it all away,
buying what you’re told,
then it ends the same.
you whine about being used,
your own budget self abused.
findom must not be
what you thought,
since you proved to be
just as easily bought.
even you believe
your hunger to be seen,
is a sweet submissive need.
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You ask for a job, to be of service.
Only I have a meeting (you did this on purpose)
You, you… you.
Your relentless submission. Eagerly hungry to serve.
Quite literally. You kneel and plead to be heard.
God, don’t do this to me.
I’m blushing, and it brings out each warm freckle.
You crawl under my desk. ”Dont make it a spectacle”.
You bring your finger to your lip,
And then you plead for me to sit.
Now my cheeks warm, silently in trouble.
The weakening tickles, coming from your stubble,
The concentration that it takes to separate one reality from the other.
This is important damnit, this is important, damnit.
You stop when you feel my thighs clench,
You freeze when you hear it in my voice,
I subtly stand my ground as if I had a choice.
I’ll piss myself if they hear you make a sound,
& force you to drink it before it hits the ground.
Everyone has arrived oblivious to the show,
Blind to the fact you continue to devour me slow,
I mentally fall off the bone so I pretend I’m tired,
I rub your head, to let you know your silence is admired,
God this feels so good, oh fuuuck,
“Any opinions? Hello” I hear from my colleague,
“I don’t know, just do what you want to do, sorry”,
Nobody knows what’s going on with me,
And god I bet they’d never even imagine.
I just know they’d all let me have it.
They wrap up the meeting out of consideration,
They can sense I’ve begun to get physically complacent,
Before my boss leaves, she asks me one more question,
“What happened to that weird guy, with the erection?”
“I gave him a job under the table, he’ll be here tomorrow”
Little do they know you’re now mine to use and borrow.
“Is this… apart of the job?” You say, wiping your jaw,
I respond.
“Only if you keep it up, good boy.” as I smile in awe.
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You knew your place when you got on your knees and the world felt lighter,
The cartilage ached with hunger for a command to crawl toward a silver cage that somehow called your name in whispers with a gravitational pull…
Time escapes you as lust keeps you afloat, your fingers tingled with burning desire to pull the door closed when you finally managed to crawl inside.
Then it happened.
Once you finally hear the clacking sound of the locked door… you practically cum from the explosive reality of being a caged pet.
“Wh.. Where is the key?” You asked quietly, almost ashamed to even wonder.
“I threw it away.” I answer immediately.
You’re mine now. Forever. Silly pet.
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Turn life down and me up.
More…
More.
Good.
You walk in, and I’m a mess.
But I’m focused.
I’ve needed this.
My eyes lock into yours and you weaken.
Instantly.
My hunger is like nails on a chalk board,
Loud, hard to ignore, deafening when you listen closely.
I want to dig.
Closer.
C-closer.
STOP.
I remain in unpredictable control,
Right down to your sticky anticipation.
You remain right where I want you.
Right where I so desperately need you.
Kneeled. Selfless. Eager.
Silver lined submission,
By a Knight in Kinky Leather.
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You let out a significantly lonely sigh,
The kind most men would hide inside.
It exposes a pathetically adorable need…
It calls to the deepest hunger in me.
Your need lingers with your distress.
Dancing with the contentment in just being addressed.
I know how easy it is… “Good boy?” and you perk up.
“Yours.” You say, and in that moment you glow with pride.
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Request sent. It’s been a week since you last heard from me…
A week since the last rinse that left you full of uncontrollable fear.
Sustainable? No, but that doesn’t make for a fun story, does it?
So you approve, curiously.
Yet again, a week later, here we are and l’ve done it again.
“44.44, is she on drugs?”
You haven’t even spoke to me in weeks.
Pathetically you approve it again.
This time it makes your lap hungry.
Eager. So now you wait, and you wait and you wait.
Pathetic hunger runs laps in your mind while it hangs onto the thought of my control over you.
Will I request the same amount? More? Less? A penny? A thousand?
When will it stop and will it be from a lack of, or your inability?
Why do you enjoy this? Am I mean for enjoying it too?
request sent ❣️
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She was effortless passion. She was natural depth.
Not an extension in sight, from the siren red hair on Her head, to Her naturally long eyelashes that highlighted Her gut sinking stare.
No designer, no red bottoms…
No material asset could change her ability to own you with just Her hunger.
She didn’t need them from you either.
You could give Her the world and every dollar in it but unless She chose you, it wouldn’t mean shit to Her.
Literal shit would probably mean more.
The power in Her confidence made you shiver.
She didn’t hide the hunger in Her hunt, She didn’t hide the enjoyment behind what was “unethical”.
She didn’t push boundaries, She broke them.
She lifted her leg, pissed on you and claimed you as Her own while you were still leashed to the hydrant & you loved every bit of the sting.
She enjoyed endlessly fucking your mind with Her fantasies, Her hunger, Her space for you.
She didn’t need sends, they fell at Her feet desperate to make an impression beyond feeling like a piece of meat for Her own enjoyment.
You provide security, you provide affection, you pour and you pour.
She absorbs and absorbs, and grows bigger with each drop.
Her prey drive, Her ability to enjoy a meal, Her feminine passion.
She made the hair stand up on your fucking arms, (and made sure you didn’t have the balls to get a hard cock before you ask permission.)
Upsetting Her was horrifying.
Pleasing Her was confusing.
Submitting to Her was inevitable.
Being Her slave was magical.
She is Me, and you’ll lose yourself trying to gauge My worth.
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Keep your mind on Me.
I want to enter your mind through impact,
Brainwashed at first lip bite.
I want to live in your body,
Groan as you feel me take root.
I want you eager, hungry, and deeply wrapped up.
You feel it?
My, my, I’m proud. You’ve got me imprinted.
Everytime the wind blows, you shiver.
That’s me, that’s a reminder you’re mine.
Your soul, your body, your being. You’re alive.
You’re alive for me. You’re alive to feel.
You kneel, filled with electric eagerness.
I can feel the literal high from your hunger.
I love it. I love this.
My teeth sinking smile, my soaked cunt.
I could tell you to jump and you’d ask how high.
To the moon, my sweet boy.
snap 💋
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I want to play a game, where I use my sexual drive and my hunger, my beauty and my voice, to come up with the most sadistic twist on what drives you insane. I want to use it to my advantage and make it hurt. I want you to look back in bittersweet awe and remember my name, my eyes, my stare, my hunger. Open up that pretty mouth and tell Mommy. I want it to drain your mind, your lungs, your cock, your wallet. I want it all. I won’t be satisfied if you hold back, I will feel it if you hesitate. I will hold it against you, I will make you regret ever opening up this gate. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, what is the road to Mommy paved of?
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Your mind is bored,
your cock is hungry,
so here you come,
c r a w l i n g…
I long for subtle demise though,
Your hesitation taste delicious,
Your frustration, your self-sending-sabotage,
The “how am I back here?” buffet,
I want you to look at Me and drool,
You taste regret on the tip of your tongue.
You know P.N.C. is no match for Me.
So you sit there, gooning,
you send, again, and again, and again,
I smile with an eager appetite,
a sparkle in my eye,
and your debt in my hand,
Just when you wake up and realize,
”wait what time is it again?”
💋
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One day love won’t feel like this,
One day life won’t look like this.
One day this will just be a dream.
But for now, it’s a living live-in nightmare.
Wrapped in isolation, dripping in stone walls, surrounded by hostility,
How do you keep what’s yours from being tainted by the entangled?
Choosing to play with glass has never been as artsy as I had hoped it be.
I find the palette I have to work with full of shades of pain,
How many pinks and reds can you combine until you have a dark purple?
What are walls covered in wounds besides evidence of good bones?
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Passionate sadistic sensuality doused in dominance, life berates me so in return I take it out on you, as I take it all from you.
I admire the way your teeth clench on impact as I feel the meat on your bones from the other side of the leather after every lashing.
I adore the look on your gagged face as you wonder with an anticipating thirst, and is that… excitement in your eye, as you see exactly how much I’ll leave you with this time?
You said “until You feel satisfied, Mommy.” So that’s what I intend to do.
Satisfy Mommy.
You desire to submit, and I hunger for control. I know it’s only a you use me-I use you street. You hunger, you crave, you self-destruct in all kinds of ways.
Well so do I.
So this is for dinner, this is for Him, this is for the amazing orgasm I’ll have that you’ll never get.
Each withdrawal synonymous with a swing of a whip
What an experience… A transaction built upon compartmentalization and physical pain.
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You long to be of service, while being held accountable. You long for a safe place to lay, a humble abode to call your home.
You ache for an owner who can differentiate your wants, from your needs and still see your soul. One who won’t hesitate to bend the rules, yet still keeps you in line throughout time.
Nobody sees the dog all alone in the cage throughout the nights, nor the owners hesitation for a sacrifice that’s right, they always just assure you that crate training will be worth it.
I can see your faults and still teach you tricks, I can appreciate you for all that you are. A dog, aching for a Mommy to call home. But what you’re not going to do, is track mud on my rug.
I require a loyalty that is bred to the bone, one that doesn’t waiver at the sweet smell of a treat. I will let you rest in your crate time and time again, I’ll even leave the door open if you’re tempted to roam.
What no animal of mine is allowed to do, is have the impulsivity of a poorly bred mutt and go from my bed, to a neighbor’s and come back to a home. Don’t you see the mud you’d track on my floor?
Exhausted from life, I clean enough messes. I have built enough in sweat equity to deserve only the most fealty bred dogs at my feet.
So if you must approach, you need to be aware, I will rescue you if I find you worth saving, but I will just as easily let you roam.
You know what I say? All good dogs can find their way home, but only the best boys are allowed past the lawn.
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I am a house-Mommy, an orphanage for lost souls,
You’ve come to a place where I’m not to be solely sexualized, but unforgettably cherished for my soul,
A woman worth the adoration and sensitivity, one who dances in patience and sweats in passion,
One where only the most broken, the left-hungry, the wounded-deeply or forever lost souls can come,
Drenched in genuine intention, with no intent to take, instead they come eager to rest, nervous to shed, yearning to grow.
I want to enjoy them, for who they are wounded, the beauty in their broken, their ability to develop confidence in their expression, the depth that they can finally sink in and call safety.
To give them growth, turn them into men, healed versions of themselves and watch them go into the world and reap the benefits of my love and support.
To watch their gratitude and growth and how they’re eager to bring me home every meal, every craving, every little desire.
A place where they come back to please, forever grateful & infinitely bonded by my passion that remains frozen inside of life’s mundanity.
I am a Mommy, and that’s what a Mother means to me.
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You’re weak, desiring to be used, rinsed and full of dopamine.
There’s a part of you just aching to be drenched in objectivity.
You want to explode. You want to send. You want to be drained of everything.
You want your head on the floor so you don’t feel the weight of how hard the aftercare is going to be.
You want to be broken and you crave the best mental fuck before reality smacks you in the face.
You need the familiarity of regret, it’s all you’ve ever known. It’s a high you chase, a dopamine you create.
You know you’ll find yourself here again, and again, and… again.
So why resist?
You feel safe, you feel… seen.
That’s because you are.
You are safe to be abused, and sexualized,
You are safe to be a muse, there is mutual relief in release.
You long to feel the same things you harbor only you need to feel it expressed.
The weight of the impact awakens the realization that this isn’t for you, it’s expression for me.
You wonder, how long does it remain safe?
Before the self expression becomes selfish destruction.
Does it even matter? Tell me it doesn’t.
Tell me you crave me for the depth of my teeth in your skin.
Tell me it’s more than pretty selfies, feminine angles, and ripoff captions.
Tell me it’s a seductive mind and hungry eyes that drive you to destroy what you continuously try to build.
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I love rubbing myself in day dreams of your submission,
It leaves me sticky and hungrier than words can bring to fruition,
Just knowing to the world you’re well respected,
You’re listened to, you’re watched, you’re heard,
But here you’re used, you’re silenced, you’re an object for my pleasure,
And just knowing that brings you to a level of ecstasy leaves me wetter and wetter,
It leaves me drooling power hungry for endless possibilities…
You can be used as a chair for my ass,
Caged you can be a vacuum for my cunt,
I’d glow at you as a stool for my feet,
The way you beg to be an ashtray for my own entertainment,
I bet I could get you to open your mouth as a toilet,
The way you’d let me burn, scratch, and bite,
The way you’d lick my rear clean to no end,
The way you love it because you know it’s driving me insane,
The way you lap it up because you know this may only happen once,
Leaves me ready to push to extremes every single boundary,
Now that we’re both drowning in fantasy, am I still the only one soaked?
-
You can’t stop,
You risk the burn,
You express yearn,
You beg me not to tell,
You beg me to rebel,
God do I love playing Vixen,
I don’t say a thing, but…
We know what this means,
So you send…
For your selfishness,
And for mine,
Desperate, aching,
You’re lost in a tantalizing cycle,
All I have to do is hit send,
It’d cost you everything,
You are your own worst enemy,
I indulge in my ego’s high,
The one you’ve been chasing,
Isn’t that ironic?
Who would ever be ethical,
In a realm that thrives off having none?
-
You’re aching for purpose…
You want to be used usefully,
You want to feel slutted out,
You’ve been waiting, aching, painfully anticipating,
The relapsed release from the mundane,
So you scroll, selfie after selfie,
Pixels, filters, pouts, isn’t it never ending?
Everybody seems so eager, they jump to show you what you’re missing,
You don’t want what looks good, you do but…
You want what speaks to you.
You want to be called on.
You want to be spread thin like shit on a shoe.
You’re versatile, yet it’s always the same,
Here you are still waiting to be pulled from,
Still waiting on command.
You want to be relieved, so relieved,
So you ache to send, and here you are,
Reimbursing me like the good slut you are,
Begging to be friendzoned, begging to be used,
You see how I fuck your mind and it haunts you how I fuck his,
You haven’t even thought about how you’re going to recover from this one,
But you’re already ready for more.
That’s what it’s like, this is how it feels, to be mommy’s good whore ✨
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Insatiable passion, taunting creativity, and a sultry dominance…
I find myself often imitated, hard to compare to, and effortlessly aesthetic.
Who said findom couldn’t be wholesome?
Here I am, a Domme with a quench to leave you emotionally wholesome yet physically broken.
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“I’m Lost in The World” like an 808 track, but I’m down for life,
I consistently contemplate tearing at your skin like a knife,
Smoking to quiet the thoughts and every little sound,
I want you eager to be my canvas, with your knees to the ground.
As I inhale, I wonder if you even comprehend the weight I let out,
As I exhale, I fill with envy at the weightless smoke I watch float,
I tie you down to relieve what ties me up inside, oh sweet irony.
I gag your mouth the way I gag myself when I say all’s fine with me,
You ache with curious worry, an intense desire, and an eager electricity that runs through you,
Don’t I know your boundaries? Don’t I remember your limits? Don’t I know your body better than you do?
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You yearn for me so badly that you stink of hunger,
Desperation and desire make for a delicious meal.
Something about a fragile man on his knees,
Weak and aching from years of life,
Yet he leaves it at the door,
For Me.
Submissive yet stern,
He never lets me confuse his silence…
He remains strong in the eyes of the world,
Quick to remind me… quicker to show me,
Desperate to serve me.
For Me.
The spitting image of selfless,
Devoured by my aura,
He has become crumbs in my lap.
Teeth sunken to the bone.
God, is he filling.
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The scene:
I gasp with satisfaction as I watch you grovel,
I crave the appearance of you feeble and worn down,
You have been exhausted for quite some time,
You can rest here sweet pet, for now.
The intent:
I long to make you my personal amusement,
I ache deeply to play with you as my toy.
You’re such an eager little gimp,
You’re such an amazing little boy.
The motive:
Mommy has an eagerly twitchy hand,
A very sharp spank and a determined smile.
You’ve known me long enough…
You know it’s been quite a while…
The story:
You beg… you ask… you savor the suspense.
I hesitate, dancing with the words on my tongue,
Your moans of pain sound likes cries of repents…
I’m indulging in your limits, and I’ve only just begun.
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Annoyed, stressed, spread thin,
I ache for relief and escape overlapping,
I yearn for your destructive relapsing,
I crave the control of sabotage and destruction,
I want the ego stroke of a high that never lasts,
I desire the escape of a selfish pull,
I long for the dopamine that money dances with,
You and I both know no matter how much you send,
This black hole isn’t going away.
The hunger, the selfishness, the pain,
The need, the desire, the sabotage,
I want to use him to forget the responsibility,
I want to distract myself to distance the accountability,
I want to sabotage to escape the communication,
But instead, I write.
I write and I write. And it resonates.
After all… We’re all victims, aren’t we?
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You love being humiliated and I love reminding you who owns everything you have.
You kneel, expecting me to arrive any moment now.
Here I am, smiling and eager. You know I’m onto something by my glow. I tell you to stand.
Stand good boy, stand for mommy.
You do as you’re told, such a good boy.
I ask for your wallet, and you pout.
Let down, and quick to assume, you don’t forget that in it self is it’s own punishment. You quickly fix your face, like the smart boy you know how to be.
But I realize, I smile harder. Holding my hand out, I say hurry up.
Realizing your brain is ticking and your palms are sweaty, you rush.
You know I love this.
I tell you to bend over, and you glow with confusion.
I say, go on, do it.
You trust mommy don’t you?
You bend over, reluctantly and confused you close your eyes. You assume the worst.
You clench for it.
Is it really the worst? Well with me, you know it could be.
I mean who else sadisticly enjoys rattling your asshole walls?
And then you hear it, you hear your wallet.
You hear the leather unstick as I peel it open, and you sigh, puzzled.
Am I leaving you ass up to go spend money online again?
Or worse, am I leaving and you won’t know when I’ll be back?
What do you do?
And then you feel it.
SWIIIIIPEEEE
WHAT THE FUCKKKKK MOMMYYYY
what???
You ask me what I’m doing, you see the amusement on my face, the joy I get from the humiliation.
“BEEP BOOP BEEP BEEP BOOP”
What the hell…
“Who’s my good atm?”
SWIIIIPPPEEE
Jesus Christ, I like this.
“I SAID BEEP BOOOP BEEP BEEP BOOP”
“Hell…Hello Mommy It’s your Good ATM”
I slip one finger in and pull it out slowly, once… twice… three times… four.
“Pi.. Pin accepted”
I moan loudly, pleased and turned on, soaked.
“Would you like to ma.. make a withdrawal?”
SPAAAANK “YESS!”
Holy shit, I LOVE THIS.
You jump up and yelp, unexpectedly turned on by this crazy shit.
“300 dollars” I say
“Transaction Approved” you moan as you wave your ass in the air, willing to do anything, willing to give me anything, just to keep this transaction going…
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You follow my directions,
.5 miles from my house.
Fuck.
I told you you get one chance.
You text that you’re here, I glee with excitement.
You know what this means to me!
You meet me at the closest restaurant,
Which one will you pick?
Pizza, Breakfast, Coffee?
A hole in the woods dinner in West Virgina?
Maybe you’ll just be better off meeting me at the Library.
I like that idea.
Some place quiet, where I can quickly control the atmosphere at the sudden switch of a sound.
I melt, you know my favorite store is right next door.
You take me to the pet store,
Where I pick you out the prettiest collar.
You are such a handsome boy in leather, and god do I love a good blush.
You walk proudly out of the store not knowing what comes next,
Dinner finally? But first, the collar.
Really? Nobody knows you here anyway.
Besides it looks so good with my boots!
You do as a good boy does, you listen.
To my surprise, your jacket does a good job at hiding most of it.
You smile as we are seated. Until you feel my foot up your leg.
You didn’t assume you were safe did you?
This is so much more than a cash meet and a meal,
This is just the start of a mind fuck and the beginning of my fantasies.
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Taunting is something I’ve devoured.
Taking you captive by the brain,
Molding you into a genuine submissive,
Teaching you ways to please yourself you never thought possible,
By pleasing me, by putting me first,
You release pain, you begin to nurse,
You see how eager they all are,
But me I’m different. I care too much,
My passion becomes the IV you can’t break free from,
You find yourself tripping over an endless cord,
You know you’re safe here, but I still need to eat.
I smile. I smirk, I comfort and mend.
But then I do as humans do and I go for the gullet.
I need to eat, I need to be pleased, I need to release,
So I devour, I taunt, I discover my teeth and how they rip,
I tear into your body for my own satisfaction,
Taking you all in like a stripped starvation, I consume you to the bone,
You feel wiped, you’re broken, you’re wounded for sure,
But you’re pleased, and you’re safe, so you rest.
That’s what makes it home here, that’s what makes me Mommy.
I comfort and tear and comfort and tear and comfort and tear again,
I long to knead my nails into you.
I want you on your knees begging me,
Hurt you physically so I can control you mentally,
You cry out to own you, knowing the electric pull it gives me,
The hunger to capture you financially and save you emotionally,
This is my Findom land.
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True submission fights with your ego,
It crawls into your comfort and fist fights with anxiety,
It digs its nails into growth, and you feel it in your muscles… discomfort.
It demands to be felt, not run away from, so you kneel.
Have you ever been this low, running off a high?
I hold your jaw up to look at me.
You are worth more than your weight in currency.
Repeat after me.
“I am worth more than my weight in currency.”
smack again.
“I.. am.. worth more, worth more than, my weight in.. my weight in currency.”
Were you planning on being afraid?
How long are you going to hesitate?
I’ve told you before, I need you to submit to serve,
A true submissive craves to be accountable.
I know you see your service as a weight lifted,
I am to be your release.
I am to be your greatest high.
I know selfless submission is mine.
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Spirals don’t lie.
They don’t care how smart you were.
How confident you used to be.
They erase.
They rewrite.
Your mind is already softening.
Here, obedience isn’t optional
Here, it’s your only purpose.
Today’s task: Stay open.
Stay empty.
Stay mine.
And love it.
Not every brainless boy learns the same way.
Some of you need your hand held.
Whispers in your ear.
Bold commands.
A soft, slow spiral, just for you.
The trigger’s there.
The craving’s stronger.
You’re not thinking, you’re compelled.
Edge. Obey.
Spiral deeper.
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No seriously.
The masochist in me needs it.
You have no idea the hunger that lingers but he does.
The need to feel pain, the desire to feel the passion behind the “abuse”.
But is it though?
Who to know better what to put your body through, than a girl who needs it herself?
You have no idea what it took to get me here, and almost all of you never will.
That is why you worship, that is why you desire, that is what fuels the thrill.
You admire the strength behind the sexuality, and stare at the capabilities.
I know time holds your fantasies in a way reality would never.
I bask in that reality and dive in head first.
Water has always been my fire, and desire is no different.
I wear it like a crown because it fuels my cape.
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Drenched in a conscious logic that passion could be insane,
Sabotage’s sensual silhouette emulated a familiar frame.
A hunger in me lingered like a switch waiting to be provoked,
Annoyed and frustrated, my ego felt loud and unstroked.
Desire stewed within me and seethed to be insatiably maintained,
Aware of my imperfections, I found my thoughts remained.
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The skies pink emulates the colors of my body,
Mixed with the anatomy of yours.
The blues highlight the blood rushing to combustion,
As the sunrise fights to take over.
The start of the day is inevitable, as ours begins breathless.
You are my sunrise, and I am your coffee.
-
Here it was… October 1st.
Even the leaves crunching sent me over the edge.
I knew this was going to be the hardest month by far.
Her birthday was in seven days. Seven fucking days. And she was on a high, one like you’ve never seen.
She was horny from the time she woke up till the time she went to bed. There was a glimmer that followed her, she embodied a firecracker for as long as I’ve known her, but this time of the year she was a flame.
She’d tease me normally and I’d know my ways around her sexuality, I knew her appetite, I knew how much she loved to make me cum. She needed it just as much as I did, so this month would make for a fire inside of her that I’m not sure I want to weather.
Excited, eager, nervous, I give her my key and she giggles with glee. “Awwwwwwwwwwwww”. She was effortlessly adorable when she gleamed with pride. God, she was such a fucking paradox of a domme.
How can the same woman that says such degrading things behind closed doors, be so effortlessly sweet when they’re open? Well she was. She was a mind fuck.
Her smile, her hunger, her frustration, I watched it grow. By the 6th, she embodied destruction in a way I’ve never seen before.
All the days of rubbing it in my face. The way she tastes. The freedom she takes advantage of, taunting me, to no avail. I saw it eating at her, so I planned a massive drain for her birthday.
What domme doesn’t love money? She’ll love it right? I start planning.
I add as many things as she’s mentioned to my throne account and just as I go to check out I see her message. 11:59 pm. She’s really going to make me miss my midnight mark.
Do I serve my Mommy and give her the gift of worship right at the stroke of midnight or do I answer her message?
Normally I’d run to that message, but at that moment my intention is clear. Serve. Service. Worship. It’s your birthday for Christ sake.
12:01, order placed. Whew. I did it.
4 digits later, I fucking did it.
What other sub is going to deal with this shit, this endless teasing, this hypersexual bullshit, the constant denial, service with a smile, still have three weeks to go AND buy you all this shit?!
12:03 I check your message.
“I don’t want anything for my birthday. I want you to cum. I can’t deal with it. I can’t wait a month, I don’t care if you can. It’s my birthday, it’s all I want, you can’t say no.” – 12:00 AM
FUCK.
Again.
You’ve done it again.
You’ve taught me again.
Selfless submission has no ego.
And yet again, you see that I do.
-
You crave a dopamine fix like the rest of us, only you think you know better each time.
You’re always around, yet nothing meets the familial high,
So you go back to what you know. Where even you’re invisible.
So you can still ache, so you can still hunger,
You go in circles when you wonder.
Why do you do this to yourself?
Incapable of true surrender.
Holding onto blind obedience like it’s not submissive control,
It all makes sense now.
The blind leads the blind while Submission drove.
-
You’re itching for a meaning deeper than you’re used to,
I too crave to push you past the mundane edge you call satisfaction.
I enjoy pushing buttons you’ve had stuck for quite some time now.
Mental boundaries.
I want you to go to bed tonight and think to yourself, “Well… she knew what I needed, while I only thought I knew.”
You silly thing.
You think you know what’s best for you, but if you did you truly wouldn’t be craving more,
You wouldn’t be looking for the next way to self sabotage.
You’d submit. Fully. Completely.
Stop scrolling, stop reading.
Get on your knees and send me proof of true submission.
I know what you’re craving and that’s control.
I know what you need and that’s release.
I know what you love, and that my sweet pet, is Me.
Give up and give in, because this is where you have always belonged.
-
You give me everything,
you work hard daily,
sending to me, pouring into me,
You have daydreams in hopes to measure up.
You strip yourself bare to spew worship into me,
Yet you compare yourself endlessly.
You humiliate yourself effortlessly,
you compare your approach,
to a man who was carefully craved,
his freewill was consequential,
I sought out his soul, not only his submission,
I wonder if you realize how ironic it is
that you crave humiliation,
all the while you embody the very thing.
-
You already know I crave the escapes I daydream about daily with you,
You know I’m just dying to sink my nails into the reality that is owning you physically,
The teeth in my mouth heavy, dense with longing, thirsting, starving actually, to objectify you,
To own you. To use you.
I want you glistening in black while your eager for command,
You aren’t a boy, you’re now only a thing, and that’s my plan.
I want to mix a little of this, a little of that, and take it places you’ve never imagined.
You know all those times I’ve had you put a dollar away?
All those times you’ve long to feel owned and I said “hand me a dollar”
You were always so confused on the significance of ONE dollar.
And why physical? I could have any card I wanted in your wallet, yet here I was with the same demand.
Always effortlessly satisfied at the handover, smitten and confusing.
Till today. Till the day you’re going to be made to feel owned, controlled & humiliated.
I sit in the chair in your living room and cockily command you to get on all fours like a table,
You can almost feel the weight of the backs of my ankles dig into you with cockiness.
But nope, I leave the room.
I come back with something you never expect, and it makes you both nervous and excited.
A clear dildo stuffed full of ones. Holy shit, it’s those Ones. That it is.
You wonder what’s next, when I pull your face up.
Mouth wide open this can only mean one thing.
Nope.
It’s, not, going, that, way.
I place your lips perfectly around the suction ring.
I laugh, knowing you’re now my toys pathetic placeholder.
You sit in shock. Continuing to remember every dollar you handed over, you stare from the focus of your eyes. It’s all you can think about.
What is this? A toy? A piggy bank?
This is me, using you.
If you move, it’s over.
If you even breathe loudly, it’s over.
And when I’m done…
I want to know, how many dollars does my dildo hold?
-
I don’t want a regular dynamic. I want a dynamic built from consistent choice, devoted action. I want passion. I want to build trust while I dive into the neck deep hungry lust that I drown from daily. I want you kneeled down, head bowed, and worthy. God, do I just want you worthy. I want you mentally loyal. I want you spiritually devoted. I want you to FEEL the desire like I do, the hunger like I do. I want you to get high from pain like I do. I want mentally soul fucking submission and I won’t be satisfied any other way. It just continues to fuel the fire that burns inside of my cunt… The power that makes me sink my teeth that much deeper into femdom, and the hunger that makes it that much easier to enjoy.
-
I desperately crave for you to go after the you that gets to lap up lust, and finger fuck desire. The you that you allow to play with the fire.
I dominantly thirst for the version of you that you hide far away, to me that’d be the ultimate submission to make.
Feel.
Despite fear, convenience or availability. You need to serve in the name of feeling.
That is submissiveness that means more than you will ever be able to send.
The devotion in the act of time, consistency, vulnerability is a true art of masculinity that is hard to replicate with currency.
You long for relief, yet hide from release. I think the self sabotage is bittersweet.
Only when you leave your rules at the door, will you experience happiness, at least once more.
-
Or maybe, you just aren’t ready for my soul rewiring connection, the energy that would draw from you day after day… Let alone, what you may think it’d cost you… but I can assure you, the reward is well worth the first step. The first step is service, and intent. The action of you giving a gift, silent or not, is beautiful intent in my eyes and I look forward to it every time. I look forward to the creativity behind each purchase, behind your choice. I long to know what took so long to put one foot in front of the other, so once you’re done with your selection of expression… please, feel free to message me… because I’m longing to know, did you really think something so damn heavenly would be so devilishly pleasing? 🔥
-
I see you, not the you that you show to a room full of people eagerly awaiting your next word. The you that you hide from, the you that you so desperately desire to bury. The you that holds the shame of a world who couldn’t possibly understand… or could they? Would they? I will. You know that, you love that about me. I understand the shame, because I share it too. The hunger for the thrill, the joy in the high. I love the way I can control your attention and your release in the same breath. The way you are so eagerly awaiting the next sensation. I enjoy listening to your whimper between the words you never thought you would say. You can be that person here, that shrambled up mess. I want to stomp on you like a puddle and wear you afterwards, and you want to be jumped into, by someone who’s not afraid to get their feet wet. So to tell you you’re safe, sounds rather ironic. Just know that I see you, and I enjoy you being here.
-
You ache to feel useful, you send to feel worth,
I tell you to get on your knees, I tell you to beg first,
I tell you you’re beautiful, and I watch the shock,
I tell you you’re safe, as I glare at your cock,
I shush your fears, I shush your doubts,
I tell you our safeword before we let it all out…
You’ve never felt worthy of a value like mine,
But behind these doors it’s like magic, you find.
My soft lips, my pink tits, my lustful grin,
It’s a game of madness and I think I win.
I stroke your face lovingly while I stare,
You ask me what is this sympathizing glare,
I smile in awe, and begin to explain,
& before you know it, you worship my name.
- Mommy xo 💋
-
You stare at my canvas, drooling over the hues.
Unbeknownst to you, I only create these once a month.
You begin to question why something primal inside of you feels sparked,
you’re almost embarrassed.
You s t a r e in awe a little bit longer,
And then it becomes jaw droppingly clear.
You f e e l the realization hit you like a f l i c k to your cock.
That isn’t paint and this is what I’ve been doing all night.
You grin, realizing just how much you contribute to the lighter hues.
It’s pure madness, but it’s My Madness.
“50,000$” you scream.
Sold. To the kinkiest bidder in the room. 😉
-
Serenity came over this morning, we had coffee. She said she’s missed me but the bitch has Grace so far up her ass she couldn’t have possibly noticed me missing. Anywho, I’m enjoying the company and in awe of the feeling she gives me. Maybe she’ll stay, maybe she won’t, either way she’s appreciated. She told me how much Hope has missed me, and how much her and Promise have been planning. It really got me thinking. Something about the sun this morning reminds me that Spring is around the corner and god did I miss him. sips coffee I love it here.
-
I yearn for it to be to the bone,
the desire for me and me alone.
I crave detail after detail, word for word,
I want your purest poured out self to be heard.
I long to be the heat that never combusts,
I long to know you’re a devoted puddle of lust,
Mentally I’ve wrecklessly pounded your soul,
So why not admit to your mind what you already know?
-
Your ego driven stare radiates my yearn to know…
& my ability to absorb soaks up your day-end glow.
-
I drown in my desire for passion daily,
You were a raft, only you didn’t save me.
“Nobody’s coming” my inner voice has always said,
But somehow my heart has never listened to my head.
-
I crave the tickle of the stubble,
I find security in the musk,
The well deserved grays,
The wisdom fuels the lust,
I want the years to go backwards between us,
I want you to breathe your lessons into me,
I want to drown your reflection of life in a glittering gold,
The way I crave it, I know I’ve been hungry since lifetimes ago.
-
I want to ruin him, I want to drown him,
I want to save him, I want to breathe life into him.
If only for a moment.
-
It stings more to know you have a thirst for me on the tip of your tongue but you won’t open your mouth out of fear of biting down.
It’s even more of a shame when you know I know exactly what to do with the cut, and I enjoy the taste of the blood.
-
I sunk my claws in the comfort of your kneel, your momentary praise mimicked worship,
I swam in ego sopping adoration of the bleeding vulnerability I’ve emotionally pulled out from you,
I swim in an ocean much too deep, now the salt of the water stings the same wounds I’m forced to lick consistently.
-
Your money isn’t what I give a fuck about. I want your quiver. I want your exhale. I want the anticipating bead of sweat dripping from your forehead as you look up at me and wonder what’s next.
Easy revolving door sends aren’t what get me wet. I want the tooth pulling “I told myself I wouldn’t do this shit again” sub that fights with himself and looses only to Me. E v e r y time.
I want you to prove your desire to be devoured, your ache of starvation for a bite of true sweetness. I want devotion in your pain, dedication in your heart.
I n t e n t i o n over attention.
S a c r i f i c e from sends.
P a s s i o n within the pain.
Let Mommy sink her blood thirsty teeth in you,
And lick your wounds thereafter.
We only have one life,
Isn’t it better truly lived?
-
One by one by one…
The ones I can only experience in my mind,
And the ones I want to share with you in time.
The ones that make me drip down my thigh,
And the ones where you really are just another guy
-
I want you to beg to explain the hunger that boils in the lap that you so desperately begged for me to slap.
You say it’s mine… the money, the man, the mind.
But I already knew that, and you already knew it was different this time.
-
When you kneeled for me the first time, you said you knew you were fucked.
You asked again and again, is this really just between us?
Slowly I let the desire transform into layers of lust,
Now I know any hope I had of having control has gone bust,
Dominant with a maternal love, a brat who’s been through it.
My head wonders often, would you ever really do this,
My fingers itching to drive you insane and blue,
With words, with sending, with my temple for you,
I wonder all the time,
Will you ever worship here like you once did,
Or is life just never going to give?
-
I saw myself running until I couldn’t feel my finger tips,
My ankles torn to shit from the trees and their twigs,
My chest empty of breath, but nipples full of sweat,
I feel my emotions much like the subtle salt seeping out of me,
My dripping warmth soaking me while the burning cold stings my lips,
I stop dead in my tracks, only very much alive.What’re you doing here?
-
The colors of the sunrise mixed with the morning dew,
The pinks, the peaches, the warming blue,
The way my legs crumble around you,
The quivering beg as you follow through.
-
I’m in the mood to control your every inch, you stay very still as I’m careful not to pinch. You are mine in this moment and that much is clear… as I undress, I slowly take off my underwear. I look up with a soul sucking stare, and you know exactly where it’s going from there. The high I get from the denial, the teasing and pleasing and grinding on you too. I laugh at you begging through soaked underwear in your mouth, won’t you just shut up and pout? Just except the pain in the way it’s given. You eagerly cry to come out, my high too high to let go, I make you wait. I always make you wait. I deny you and I deny you until finally…
To be continued.
-
Tossing and turning, internally yearning, exhausted from squirting. make it make sense. the ache in my bones from work mixed with the ache in my muscles from him. still somehow I hunger. he is a placeholder for what I could have, and because of that I devour him whole. I use him, I watch him tend to my every need, desperate to please me, something about it begs to be owned. I make him kneel, I make him beg, I tease him the way I’d tease you instead. He indulges in what seems to be a never ending performance, and he is playing You tonight.
-
Timelessly devouring, incredibly edible siren.
Something about the way every curve on her face led to something beautiful. The way she knew just what to do with her beauty. The fierce confidence, the stallion built strength from deep down under. A force to be remembered, a treasure to be desired, a blessing to be encountered. She didn’t just help you grow, she split you open when you weren’t looking and she grew inside you. She loved every minute of it, lived for it even. I always wonder why she did it, carried all she did. It was a thrill for her. Always more and more, never less or second best. It was a high she craved since she hit the ground. Was I apart of the bigger picture or was I simply another accomplishment to put on her shelf?
Something about her alarming qualities never let me feel too sure. I’m not too positive it even mattered. To be conquered by her would be my greatest adventure & to truly worship her would be worth dying for. After all we die to each other daily. -
You awoke with a thought in your mind,
On just what I’m going to do this time.
Eager to kneel, you climb onto your bench,
With a thirst to please me that I could never quite quench,
You can feel your patient need to serve slowly drip,
With a smile, a corset and your new favorite whip,
Your insides both simultaneously quiver and yearn,
You want my cold glare to match the quick burn,
But I sit, and I sit & I sit some more,
You start to feel distant and things start to blur,
You can’t handle the silence that youre forced to endure,
Is this what happens when Mommy’s boy gets ignored?
-
Three front windows you can still see the marks of what was left of me,
The breathless breathing against the glass that was pressed on me,
The morning frost mixed so vividly with your body heat,
The warmth of your mouth mixed with my cold morning feet,
The electric pulsation of your long pent up frustration,
The elegant temptation mixed with the suns awaken,
“I’ve never seen a sight so beautiful” as your hands pull up my hair,
I can’t tell if you’re talking about me or the sun in which your palms have forced me to stare.
-
Your walls are the bones people leave their spirits behind in.
Your glass panes reflect a curious desire that I want to live behind.
My coffee cup rattling on a cold morning as the tide splatters into the street,
both ruthlessly rhythmic yet aggressively chaotic all wrapped in an endless beauty.
The morning coldness of your wood keeps my toes frost-fully grounded,
a reminder of the winter we have yet to bare.
-
A lustfully devouring hypomanic,
alluringly provocative thrill,
of beautiful chaos.
A dainty damaged alluding siren.
Dangerously devilish,
Persistent and aggressive,
Intoxicatingly expressive,
-
Domme Desires:
The aggravation that comes is fuel to the fire,
I require so deeply to be mean and desired,
The need to express, the need to digress,
The need to be the end all; be all of what you digest,
Swallow me, swallow me, swallow me whole,
Let me mark you as you do what you are told,
Crumble beneath my feet, wince, cry and plead,
Unable to stop until you are freed,
Unable to stand the inability to release.
You remember why I’m Mommy,
And why you kneel to Me. -
I set my eyes on you and feel my nails sink,
The annoyed brat in me hungry and pink,
Flustered and frustrated, I can’t help but to think,
You, broken, begging, kneeled at my every kink.
You found me in the mirror, equally enjoying my view,
In love with the image of the fact, that you are too.
You take me in until I’m left see through,
You hunger to submit, you know you need to,
-
5’7 and full of fire,
She was no secret admire,
Her desperation to absorb, always hungry for more,
A beautiful chaotic mind,
A naughty craving past nine,
A learning-need to be poured into,
A siren who’s yearning lured you in too,
-
Her body haunted me in my sleep,
She paved the way to Hell in lace.
-
Astonished curiosity sparkled with a thrilled lust,
The possibilities are just about begging to combust
Absolute eye-fucking desire from across the room,
Captivating with a small frame and a sweet perfume
-
Loneliness Breeds a Different Kinda Strength
Hard Work Almost Always Goes Unnoticed
Oh man am I an idiot
Expectations are the Devil’s favorite snack.
You could have heard me cumming.
Backspace has become Send’s best friend.
Working hard and it’s hardly working.
Joke is on Me as Usual
I can’t sleep but I’m exhausted
Work is working my every fiber
Girls just want to be gratified
You prove yourself right every time
I wish life had a safeword
Sadistic lust was her silver outline
I hate the feeling of feeling
Drinking too much stresso and depresso
It’s gonna hurt because it mattered
House work, children, work, sleep, repeat.
Cutting my losses leaves me lost.
There’s no rejection in the silence
Thinking of you is self sabotage
-
The wind blows at the back of my neck,
It’s dances down my spine with my sweat,
The electric shivers,
blending slowly with my quivers,
The icy-hot switch,
meets my eagerly anticipated twitch,
You look up for a reassuring glare,
And you find one… with my hands in my hair,
Highlighted and exposed by the silver midnight sprinkled sky,
You breathe me in and I watch you drown while I kidnap your eyes,
You watch my breasts collapse with every bucking inhale,
The moon highlights my nipples in a way that feels surreal,
You watch my hips, which you could easily squeeze in each hand,
You feel a hunger in your gut with my every tough-girl command,
I make you hold your breath beneath me for as long as you can,
You know I’m no threat but you don’t mind playing pretend,
You truly believe I’m the superior, I love to watch you submit,
I make you serve me over and over until you finally decide to quit,
Your hunger too hungry to let me laugh any longer,
You always knew who was physically stronger,
Apology after apology…
Pulling onto the skull of me…
You say you never do this but you just can’t stop yourself,
You grab my chin and pound into me until I start to slap for help,
You tell me I’m a queen and even boys need a break,
You show me you’re a man and submission is a role you play,
With my hair still in your hand you pull me into a different direction,
I know now I’ve fucked up and fueled quite the erection,
You push my shocked face in the grass with aggression,
I feel you stretch my ass as you let yourself bust in,
You get lost in the grip and I can feel you explode,
You say “My apologies Madam, you asked for it though”
I laugh and I smile my coy little smirk,
“Didn’t you know, I was just trying to flirt?” ✨💓
-
With legs you could get l o s t in,
and a moan that could guide you h o m e,
I know e x a c t ly where your mind is.
-
Drowning and pathetic, you begin to regret it,
Hard to hide the pleasure, as your nose gets wetter,
The bucking of my hips as I pull on the leather,
The straps dig into your ears until you forget her.
The darkness heavily dances with your eyes,
Lost in between the quenched beating from my thighs,
I watch the clock crawl for almost an hour,
With a belt wrapped around your head,
I smack you for actions, or the lack there of,
I release and I pull, as you lap my rear up,
Your hands bound by your side,
my hands keep the leather tied,
Your mouth deserves to remember this,
I watch as my thrusts turns to a twitch,
Your nose drowning from my stream of sweet drip,
The lashes of your face glisten with it,
I am all you see, I am all you breathe,
Me with my belt, and you with your leather face.
-
I feel my mind leave and the rest of me follow,
You enter the room and my cunt feels hollow,
The way your devilish stare radiates my skin,
Connecting each freckle from deep within,
You could look at me blind and see right through me,
So you look at me blind, and see right through me.
-
Inviting yet coy.. Cozy with an unmatched comfort,
Bubbling over with intensely, densely filled hunger.
I’m longing to devour you, down to your bones…
Breaking you in, like all of my childhood homes,
I feel the hair on the back of your neck as it stands,
I require the very whim of your whimper at my hands,
You cry lost from the sensation, the realization,
Just how deep the shaking, the release is waiting.
You moan, you tense, I tease you with my finger tip,
Lighter, sweeter, and weaker with every drip…
In the bold taste, I find it unable to let go,
The thirst to leave you like milk does expresso…
-
You’re on your knees with your breath on the nightstand,
I watch you fretfully wait for me to lift my right hand,
I’ve told you before… not to ignore… my need to be desired,
I tell you the rules, repeat after me.. “Mommy I know what’s required.”
You are the aggravation at my feet,
Nothing but pure pity meat,
I want to drown you out by tying you down,
Feeling my power with the lashing of every sound,
I’m past the point of no return,
I feel the high inside me burn,
To watch you crumble yet fuel you,
To down right humiliate and abuse you,
To feel you breaking and your breath shaking,
To leave you quaking and mentally taken,
Why am I’m doing this? Why aren’t I stopping?
Because you have me here, painfully throbbing…
The hunger inside of me is on retrial,
The brine from my body soaking in defile,
I watch as you lick up every drop,
I laugh at you needing to stop,
Is it too hard for you, pussy boy?
You watch me take my pussy toy,
You can’t make me finish, you don’t deserve to,
All that work and now you feel robbed too.
“Get back on your knees bitch.”
Your desperate eyes watch me twitch,
Your tongue starves in a way you never forget,
And now you’re left with a devouring regret.
-
There is an aggressive hunger,
anger dancing with thirst,
Lustfully stepping on toes,
there is no desire to care who moves first…
You were mine before you ever walked by,
and not a bit short of every bit thereafter,
to pounce onto you, and sink into you…
would be nothing less of a sinful desire,
A massacre of endless delicious disaster.
Wondering who would end triumphant,
Desperately drowning in my cunt licked…
But, but, but… please don’t stop,
If you were to quit now I’d just feel robbed.
I’m moaning with a murderous throb,
The back of my throat just begging to be yours…
Don’t make me beg to be fed,
Don’t make me cry at your leg,
I’m hungry, I’m starving, I’m growling forreal.
What would it cost to pay for this meal?
How many orgasms would make this a deal?
Let me worship you in a devouring kneel,
Pound into my lungs until your busted and empty,
Drowning your ears in the quenches of plenty,
The lust of my gag, the passion that’s had,
You know you’ve found an animal in me,
Starving and teased, growling with need…
After all who doesn’t love an animal to feed?
-
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