Molly Massacre
@molly-massacre.bsky.social
Did I train you to crave me?
Or did I just show you what you already were?
Or did I just show you what you already were?
July 28, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Did I train you to crave me?
Or did I just show you what you already were?
Or did I just show you what you already were?
Say “please.”
Not because it changes anything, but because I like how it makes you feel.
Not because it changes anything, but because I like how it makes you feel.
July 23, 2025 at 1:12 PM
Say “please.”
Not because it changes anything, but because I like how it makes you feel.
Not because it changes anything, but because I like how it makes you feel.
Every time you disobey,
I learn exactly where to press harder.
I learn exactly where to press harder.
July 22, 2025 at 1:57 PM
Every time you disobey,
I learn exactly where to press harder.
I learn exactly where to press harder.
I don’t need ropes.
I tie you up in your own thoughts.
I tie you up in your own thoughts.
July 21, 2025 at 1:46 PM
I don’t need ropes.
I tie you up in your own thoughts.
I tie you up in your own thoughts.
Control looks different on everyone.
On me?
It wears stilettos and doesn't ask twice.
On me?
It wears stilettos and doesn't ask twice.
July 16, 2025 at 1:12 PM
Control looks different on everyone.
On me?
It wears stilettos and doesn't ask twice.
On me?
It wears stilettos and doesn't ask twice.
Wore them all day.
Vacuum-sealed them with a smirk.
Wrapped like a gift.
Who's ready to beg for my scent?
Vacuum-sealed them with a smirk.
Wrapped like a gift.
Who's ready to beg for my scent?
July 15, 2025 at 1:57 PM
Wore them all day.
Vacuum-sealed them with a smirk.
Wrapped like a gift.
Who's ready to beg for my scent?
Vacuum-sealed them with a smirk.
Wrapped like a gift.
Who's ready to beg for my scent?
I don’t care what you want.
Tell me what you’re willing to give up.
Tell me what you’re willing to give up.
July 14, 2025 at 1:46 PM
I don’t care what you want.
Tell me what you’re willing to give up.
Tell me what you’re willing to give up.
I don’t punish mistakes.
I correct them.
You’ll thank me with your tears.
I correct them.
You’ll thank me with your tears.
July 9, 2025 at 1:12 PM
I don’t punish mistakes.
I correct them.
You’ll thank me with your tears.
I correct them.
You’ll thank me with your tears.
There’s a moment, just after the command, just before obedience, where time
slows. You haven’t moved yet—but your body has already decided. That’s the
moment I watch for. That flicker. That surrender.
slows. You haven’t moved yet—but your body has already decided. That’s the
moment I watch for. That flicker. That surrender.
June 17, 2025 at 1:57 PM
There’s a moment, just after the command, just before obedience, where time
slows. You haven’t moved yet—but your body has already decided. That’s the
moment I watch for. That flicker. That surrender.
slows. You haven’t moved yet—but your body has already decided. That’s the
moment I watch for. That flicker. That surrender.
Subspace through capitalism.
That blissed-out glow
from knowing you’re useful.
Let me show you how pretty it feels
to fund my fantasies.
I’ll make you crave the next checkout.
That blissed-out glow
from knowing you’re useful.
Let me show you how pretty it feels
to fund my fantasies.
I’ll make you crave the next checkout.
June 16, 2025 at 1:46 PM
Subspace through capitalism.
That blissed-out glow
from knowing you’re useful.
Let me show you how pretty it feels
to fund my fantasies.
I’ll make you crave the next checkout.
That blissed-out glow
from knowing you’re useful.
Let me show you how pretty it feels
to fund my fantasies.
I’ll make you crave the next checkout.
Imagine this:
You're watching me on cam.
I'm not touching you.
I'm just filling my cart,
smiling at how quiet you've gotten.
You're floating, aren't you?
Good boys don’t need permission to spend.
They just need direction.
You're watching me on cam.
I'm not touching you.
I'm just filling my cart,
smiling at how quiet you've gotten.
You're floating, aren't you?
Good boys don’t need permission to spend.
They just need direction.
June 11, 2025 at 1:12 PM
Imagine this:
You're watching me on cam.
I'm not touching you.
I'm just filling my cart,
smiling at how quiet you've gotten.
You're floating, aren't you?
Good boys don’t need permission to spend.
They just need direction.
You're watching me on cam.
I'm not touching you.
I'm just filling my cart,
smiling at how quiet you've gotten.
You're floating, aren't you?
Good boys don’t need permission to spend.
They just need direction.
My voice lingers long after it stops. I don’t just say what you want to hear—I say what you didn’t know you needed. Custom audio clips? They’re not for listening. They’re for obeying.
June 10, 2025 at 1:57 PM
My voice lingers long after it stops. I don’t just say what you want to hear—I say what you didn’t know you needed. Custom audio clips? They’re not for listening. They’re for obeying.
I won’t scream. I won’t beg. I instruct.
You obey.
Every twitch of your hand, every drop you spill—it’s mine before it’s yours.
You obey.
Every twitch of your hand, every drop you spill—it’s mine before it’s yours.
June 9, 2025 at 1:46 PM
I won’t scream. I won’t beg. I instruct.
You obey.
Every twitch of your hand, every drop you spill—it’s mine before it’s yours.
You obey.
Every twitch of your hand, every drop you spill—it’s mine before it’s yours.
My words come slowly. Deliberately. You wait for each one like a drop of honey, never knowing if the next will be cruel or kind. Texting isn’t just chatting. It’s psychological play in real-time.
June 7, 2025 at 2:40 AM
My words come slowly. Deliberately. You wait for each one like a drop of honey, never knowing if the next will be cruel or kind. Texting isn’t just chatting. It’s psychological play in real-time.
I don’t just hold keys—I hold your freedom. Every ache, every denial, every begging message hits my inbox like a prayer. And I decide if you’re heard. I decide if you’re worthy.
June 7, 2025 at 2:39 AM
I don’t just hold keys—I hold your freedom. Every ache, every denial, every begging message hits my inbox like a prayer. And I decide if you’re heard. I decide if you’re worthy.
I didn’t say you could speak. But I do enjoy the sound of desperation. That shaky inhale, the whimper caught behind your lips, the silence that begs louder than words.
June 7, 2025 at 2:39 AM
I didn’t say you could speak. But I do enjoy the sound of desperation. That shaky inhale, the whimper caught behind your lips, the silence that begs louder than words.