Reblog To Give Your Mutuals A Weed Brownie 😄

Foreplay isn't "let me get you wet enough to stick it in you", it's "let me get you so worked up and horny you're practically begging me to stick it in". Big. Big. Difference.

Daddy likes it so you wear it. That tight little collar choking your throat, leather biting into soft flesh, the scent of it mixing with your sweat as you squirm. It’s his mark, a constant reminder of what it feels like to have his hand wrapped around your throat. You’re his toy, his dress up doll, bending under the weight of his gaze until your clit throbs just from the way he looks at you.

Daddy wants it so you do it. Knees hitting the floor, the wet slap of your tongue against his cock, spit trailing down your chin as he grabs your hair and fucks your face raw. You gag, you choke, but your dripping cunt betrays you. He’s twisting your will until you’re nothing but an obedient hole for him to ruin.

Daddy says it so you think it. His voice works its way into your skull, low and thick, whispering how badly you need this, that you live to be his filthy cumslut. Eventually it seeps in - brain melting, thoughts leaking out with every thrust until all that’s left is the echo of his words. You’re corrupted, rewired, a panting mess addicted to the filth he pours in, craving the next syllable like it’s air.

What Daddy likes, what Daddy wants, what Daddy says. It’s all for you - so you can become his perfectly broken, beautifully ruined toy, forever kneeling at his feet.