Using two fingers of each hand in their mouth to pull their head back while you fuck them from behind. Make them drool all over and forced to pant like they're in heat.
Concept: forcing them to kneel outside naked on a cold winter day, waiting until their whole body is violently shaking and then pissing all over them while telling them they should be fucking grateful, that I'm willing to warm them up so selflessly and generously.
Oh, how beautifully they tremble while hot wax slowly drips down onto their skin, creating a path of red along their body and covering all their most sensitive areas. A fake sign of modesty, considering the way they clench and tremble between their legs, with every drop of burning liquid meeting their already heated body. Once in a while, my fingers brush over the uncovered, naked areas, overly sensitive due to the lack of stimulation, and I can work myself up by the way their body meets my touches, how they arch their back and sigh, how they wordlessly beg for more, finally for more.
Intoxication where the sub is high or inebriated is great, sexy, amazing, orgasm-inducing, don't get me wrong.
However... Them being the sober one, the clear one, the fully conscious one - all while I've had a pull too many on that joint or a drink too much, and I grab them a little rougher than I usually would have, grope them - their chest, their neck, their crotch, their ass - pull them into my lap and grind them against my bulge, hold them still, blow the smoke into their face while chuckling, being more aggressive and more assertive and more direct than I typically would have been around our friends and in public, tip-toeing around that specific line, pushing them around, making degrading comments, whispering dirty, vulgar things into their ear that leave them flustered and rubbing their legs together, gently bullying them.
All of that before telling them that I gotta take a leak - and muffling their sweet noises of pain, shame and pleasure, when I rail them against the wall of the bathroom stall until they're sore and overstimulated, and I'm at least a bit more sober after a third orgasm.
It's very cliché, but you know what I crave? Spending my evenings in my study, warm, dimmed lighting all around and soft music playing in the background, talking to a few acquaintances on the couch in front of me while we enjoy a whiskey on the rocks or a glass of wine together - and then there's you: dressed in tight, slutty lingerie, either placed on my lap or on all fours on the ground, your ass plugged up nice and tight, and I'm holding the leash attached to the custom-made, expensive collar around your neck, only occasionally granting you my attention - maybe a hand patting your head or my fingers brushing over the side of your body, maybe even in between your thighs, teasingly.
Everyone in the room is aware of your presence, but barely look at you and certainly, no one is bothered by the way you press yourself against my legs or my upper body, by the way your hand gently caresses my chest, my thighs, my shoulders. You're just a nice accessory, a pretty thing to look at, just another expensive piece of art in this room - and just mine, mine, mine.
I think it's a damn hot concept to train a sweet little puppy sub to hold their piss until their bladder is full and aching, have them scratch at the door, whining loudly, to signal me that they need to go out and then watch them piss all over themselves in the garden, but being too focused on the sweet relief to actually feel half as humiliated as they should.
Oh, yeah, but changing what pet names you use for them according to how they behave?
When they're panting and rutting into the air and licking your boots clean with their drool while on all fours - good little puppy. When they're acting up and being bratty and cocky and challenging you with that arrogant grin on their face, pushing you and pushing you and testing limits and desperately wanting you to react - spoiled prince/princess. When they're sucking you off or eating you out with that empty-headed, satisfied, lustful, stupid look on their face and putting all their energy into it, covering their whole face in your juices and their drool and their tears and their make-up - pretty little whore. When you're mounting them, fucking into them with all your face, and they move against you and begging you to go harder and cum inside of them, begging you to fill them up, begging you to breed them, yelling your title - cumdump, fucksleeve, fleshlight, fuckdoll, personal womb. When they're on their knees for you, obedient and willing, looking up at you with big, innocent eyes and gladly opening up their lips to take in your thumb when you let your fingers brush over their jaw, smiling, giggling - beautiful angel. When you allow them to fuck into you and they desperately try to follow your orders, follow the pace you're dictating and the directions you're giving, and they hold onto the ropes they're tied up with, whining, begging, moaning your title while trying to pleasure you properly - pathetic excuse for a sex toy. And when you're both out in public and they make slight, playful remarks about your dynamic, well hidden and subtle, and they chuckle and gasp when you grab their waist, pull them in closer - darling.
Love when brats are like "Maybe I'll just find another dom then who gives me what I want" with that stupid, pouty face, as if they don't know damn well that no one could possibly compete with me in any way, shape or form, with the way I own them and treat them; as if they don't know that they're easily on their knees for me with barely as much as a snap of my fingers if I so wanted them to, and as if they don't know that they're my fucking property, always were and always will be.
Wearing heavy rings to our first date so I can truly show you how much I like you by beating you up in the parking lot after dinner.
idk i think my sub should watch me sleep and get so horny that they have to fuck me right there. they can’t wait any longer. i wanna wake up to my whining pup about to cum for the third time in a row just from fucking their Mommy <333
what if i got us tickets to a ballet—nice, dark seats in the back, where no one would see—and fingered you the whole way through 😳😳
whats the matter baby?
aw you’re not feeling good? having bad thoughts again, hm?
that’s okay, darling. let me come empty that pretty little head of yours.
i’ll do all the thinking for you.
I want a partner to notice when I'm a stressed over-worked mess and gently take over for me, take over my mind, bliss me out and fuck all my worries away, trance with me soft praises and the promises of relaxation, love, and bliss. Taking me down deeper until I am a whimpering overwhelmed and adored sub for them. Taking over, making me feel safe, making me reach levels of pleasure only available by fully letting go for them.
The next day, I want to pepper my partner's face with dozens of kisses, overload them with all my gratitude as I kiss their hands and look at them love-drunk and probably still in subspace. No words, but looks and soft kisses and tender giggles. I want my dom to know how much love I have for them
Rb if you agree
BREAKING NEWS: a cute femme laying on her tummy in a t shirt and no pants while I pepper kisses up the back of her thighs and she grinds her hips into the mattress and makes a mess while I eat her like I'm starving
Beat them up so they can enjoy that stinging pain when you piss on them afterwards.
the urge to ride your sub until both of you are just so blissed out neither of you can think straight, all you want is each other <333
concept: me sitting on the bed while you kneel on the floor. i’m holding the end of your leash, tugging a bit every time you whine, pulling harder each time.
“you sound so pathetic baby. what’s the matter? not getting something you want?”
you whine louder.
“sounds like you want me to keep pulling on your leash. what, do you like the rush it gives you? does it hurt? how cute. let me show you what real pain feels like.”
leaving you pouting, i walk over to our stash of toys and pull out a paddle. your eyes widen as i stand above you.
“kneel.”
you whimper but oblige. you crawl on the bed and onto your hands and knees, ass in the air.
“you look so pretty like this, darling. i cant wait to see you with tears streaming down your face.”
one sharp swat. two. three.
your ass starts to get redder. i start hitting harder.
four. five. you feel your cunt growing warm as you get even more wet.
six. seven. tears start welling in your eyes.
“p-please, Miss—” you stutter.
“whats that? you know mutts don’t talk. they bark.” a couple more even harder swats. eight. nine.
you let out a moan that fills the room. i grab a hold of your leash and yank it. “shut the fuck up, mutt.”
you bite your lip with obedience as a surge of pleasure rushes through your body, causing your back to arch.
ten.
pov: u call me pretty boy at least one (1) time (it works better if im actually comfortable w/ you)
[they/he rn]
Your pretty face would look so much better covered in your blood. We should test that hypothesis, shouldn't we? I'll even help you with my fists - and afterwards, I'll fuck you in front of a mirror, so you can get a real good look at your own, bloody, roughed up image, hm?
