fox critter 🌹
doll 🌹
Raven my beloved 🌹
it's great
it's great
but emotionally i am titless
but emotionally i am titless
I recline to receive service. You offer backbreaking devotion from your knees
I enjoy luxury. You work for my benefit and send tribute
I fuck your wife. You do not.
I recline to receive service. You offer backbreaking devotion from your knees
I enjoy luxury. You work for my benefit and send tribute
I fuck your wife. You do not.
Your attentive hand.
You're good to the doll.
It tells You that a lot.
Especially after it's porcelain chips and cracks.
Your attentive hand.
You're good to the doll.
It tells You that a lot.
Especially after it's porcelain chips and cracks.
And cracks.
Physically, emotionally, however You've seen fit.
A chunk of porcelain falls beneath it, and it doesn't even notice.
The rest of its existence stained, marked, abused, but never broken. Permanently edging it of the abyss it so craves.
You know it'll never get there.
And cracks.
Physically, emotionally, however You've seen fit.
A chunk of porcelain falls beneath it, and it doesn't even notice.
The rest of its existence stained, marked, abused, but never broken. Permanently edging it of the abyss it so craves.
You know it'll never get there.
You've never really *had* to punish Your doll, but You know it always craves that heavy hand of Yours, so You oblige.
You mark it.
You give in to it's sick and twisted masochism.
You've never really *had* to punish Your doll, but You know it always craves that heavy hand of Yours, so You oblige.
You mark it.
You give in to it's sick and twisted masochism.
It's what dolls crave.
Dolls will happily lead themselves to the abyss.
All done through the pretense that they're serving You.
It takes careful guidance to lead a doll to the precipice, but not it's doom
It's what dolls crave.
Dolls will happily lead themselves to the abyss.
All done through the pretense that they're serving You.
It takes careful guidance to lead a doll to the precipice, but not it's doom
no longing feelings of my grip around its neck?
no yearning to have its collar on?
no thinking of the muzzle and how its been used as a calming agent when hound has needed it most, but now it's further a symbol of its submission and domestication into the bitch I beat for fun?
no longing feelings of my grip around its neck?
no yearning to have its collar on?
no thinking of the muzzle and how its been used as a calming agent when hound has needed it most, but now it's further a symbol of its submission and domestication into the bitch I beat for fun?