The puppet master
@pptmaster.bsky.social
Dom | Gamer | 44 Biker 🏍️
Books 📚 | Kink & Art 📸
Nature lover 🌲| 18+ 🔞
I don’t show off — I corrupt fantasies, deep and filthy.
Books 📚 | Kink & Art 📸
Nature lover 🌲| 18+ 🔞
I don’t show off — I corrupt fantasies, deep and filthy.
That view is pure torment… it wakes a hunger that can’t be silenced. I’d drag you into the shadows, spread you open, and taste every forbidden fruit until your breath breaks into moans you can’t control. leaving you trembling, ruined, and addicted to the darkness I pour into you.
September 27, 2025 at 7:10 AM
That view is pure torment… it wakes a hunger that can’t be silenced. I’d drag you into the shadows, spread you open, and taste every forbidden fruit until your breath breaks into moans you can’t control. leaving you trembling, ruined, and addicted to the darkness I pour into you.
That rack of yours isn’t just tempting, it’s a curse. You bare it like an invitation, but every invitation has a price. I’d have you bound, skin marked by my claim, until every rise of your breath was nothing but a plea twisted between pain and desire.
September 27, 2025 at 5:01 AM
That rack of yours isn’t just tempting, it’s a curse. You bare it like an invitation, but every invitation has a price. I’d have you bound, skin marked by my claim, until every rise of your breath was nothing but a plea twisted between pain and desire.
Such a small mouth,
September 24, 2025 at 6:54 AM
Such a small mouth,
Mmm...
something is missing
something is missing
August 31, 2025 at 6:49 PM
Mmm...
something is missing
something is missing
I’d pull you down without warning, your back hitting the bed, breath caught. My teeth grazing your thighs, slow and cruel, as your fingers stay buried under that soaked fabric. I tease the edges.
close, but never touching. Letting you ache. Letting you beg.
😈
close, but never touching. Letting you ache. Letting you beg.
😈
August 26, 2025 at 4:13 PM
I’d pull you down without warning, your back hitting the bed, breath caught. My teeth grazing your thighs, slow and cruel, as your fingers stay buried under that soaked fabric. I tease the edges.
close, but never touching. Letting you ache. Letting you beg.
😈
close, but never touching. Letting you ache. Letting you beg.
😈
Mmmm..
Something is missing
Something is missing
August 21, 2025 at 4:13 PM
Mmmm..
Something is missing
Something is missing
Only because u asked so nicely
August 16, 2025 at 11:41 AM
Only because u asked so nicely
Let the echoes of my voice coil around your thoughts like smoke. warm, invasive, impossible to shake. Feel phantom fingers tracing up your thighs, lips grazing, teeth claiming… until you’re trembling behind that wicked morning smile no one else can read. Good morning, my captive daydream...
August 14, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Let the echoes of my voice coil around your thoughts like smoke. warm, invasive, impossible to shake. Feel phantom fingers tracing up your thighs, lips grazing, teeth claiming… until you’re trembling behind that wicked morning smile no one else can read. Good morning, my captive daydream...
First, I’d bind you to the bed, silk tight against your skin, blindfold stealing your sight. Enigma breathing through the air… my touch unpredictable. one moment my tongue teasing you slow, the next my teeth claiming you hard, never knowing where… or how deep the next wave will strike.
August 14, 2025 at 1:17 PM
First, I’d bind you to the bed, silk tight against your skin, blindfold stealing your sight. Enigma breathing through the air… my touch unpredictable. one moment my tongue teasing you slow, the next my teeth claiming you hard, never knowing where… or how deep the next wave will strike.
Just the thought of you already has me hard… imagining my tongue tracing over you, slow and deep… tasting every inch until you’re trembling. The only question is. where do I make you beg first?
August 14, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Just the thought of you already has me hard… imagining my tongue tracing over you, slow and deep… tasting every inch until you’re trembling. The only question is. where do I make you beg first?
Hope your morning turns out as hot, wet, and dripping as you look right now… the kind that soaks through and leaves you aching for more before the day even starts... 😈
August 14, 2025 at 12:55 PM
Hope your morning turns out as hot, wet, and dripping as you look right now… the kind that soaks through and leaves you aching for more before the day even starts... 😈
That perfect, juicy mark of a bite, followed by a slow, hungry suck around that gorgeous nipple… tasting you, claiming you, until it’s red, swollen, and begging for more attention.
August 14, 2025 at 12:48 PM
That perfect, juicy mark of a bite, followed by a slow, hungry suck around that gorgeous nipple… tasting you, claiming you, until it’s red, swollen, and begging for more attention.
Mmm...
Something is missing
Something is missing
August 14, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Mmm...
Something is missing
Something is missing
I’ll always be there to slip under your skin, twisting through your thoughts until every breath tastes of me.
August 14, 2025 at 3:25 AM
I’ll always be there to slip under your skin, twisting through your thoughts until every breath tastes of me.
Shame I’m not in front of you now… I’d have you on your knees, eyes locked on my big cock, tasting me slow at first, then forcing my cock deeper into your throat, holding you there until your body trembles for air. Every sound, every shiver, reminding you exactly who owns you.
August 14, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Shame I’m not in front of you now… I’d have you on your knees, eyes locked on my big cock, tasting me slow at first, then forcing my cock deeper into your throat, holding you there until your body trembles for air. Every sound, every shiver, reminding you exactly who owns you.
A whip in your hand, deciding how much trouble we r all really in..
August 14, 2025 at 2:55 AM
A whip in your hand, deciding how much trouble we r all really in..
Mmm...
Something is missing...
Something is missing...
August 12, 2025 at 11:09 PM
Mmm...
Something is missing...
Something is missing...
In my world, you wouldn’t get the choice. I’d have you bound and spread, taking you slow until you’re shaking, then merciless until you lose count of your orgasms. Begging for it to stop while every part of you still craves more. broken open and marked as mine.
August 11, 2025 at 8:07 PM
In my world, you wouldn’t get the choice. I’d have you bound and spread, taking you slow until you’re shaking, then merciless until you lose count of your orgasms. Begging for it to stop while every part of you still craves more. broken open and marked as mine.
Your pictures make me crave diving into the heat between your thighs, tongue worshipping and tormenting, tasting sin itself until you’re nothing but shivers and broken moans… but one thing I don’t get, why the look of shock in your eyes??
August 11, 2025 at 4:48 PM
Your pictures make me crave diving into the heat between your thighs, tongue worshipping and tormenting, tasting sin itself until you’re nothing but shivers and broken moans… but one thing I don’t get, why the look of shock in your eyes??
Let me ink filth into your mind. tongue tracing every dirty verse across your skin. Each word pressing your thighs apart, each line a slow lick over soaked heat… until you’re trembling, needy, and shamelessly fucking your own hand for more..
August 11, 2025 at 10:33 AM
Let me ink filth into your mind. tongue tracing every dirty verse across your skin. Each word pressing your thighs apart, each line a slow lick over soaked heat… until you’re trembling, needy, and shamelessly fucking your own hand for more..
I’d keep you on edge from the second you wake… hands and mouth everywhere but where you’re desperate for them. One moment soft, addictive pleasure… the next a sharp sting. You’d beg to know what’s coming next. but I’d never let you
August 11, 2025 at 10:26 AM
I’d keep you on edge from the second you wake… hands and mouth everywhere but where you’re desperate for them. One moment soft, addictive pleasure… the next a sharp sting. You’d beg to know what’s coming next. but I’d never let you
I’d drag the feather over every curve, slow and cruel, until your body arches half-asleep from the teasing. Just when you start melting into it
my teeth claim your flesh, hard, marking you, dragging moans from your throat as I take what’s mine
my teeth claim your flesh, hard, marking you, dragging moans from your throat as I take what’s mine
August 11, 2025 at 10:14 AM
I’d drag the feather over every curve, slow and cruel, until your body arches half-asleep from the teasing. Just when you start melting into it
my teeth claim your flesh, hard, marking you, dragging moans from your throat as I take what’s mine
my teeth claim your flesh, hard, marking you, dragging moans from your throat as I take what’s mine