I Want To Be So Desperate I Can't Even Form Coherent Sentences Whilst You Tease Me. I Want To Be Tied

"Sit. Stay. Down. That's right, good pup. Now, play dead." You laugh and lay back with your eyes closed. Thinking it's a joke. The way you sprawl out under me makes my cock twitch.

There's a long pause, longer than any other. It's an off key, absent kind of sound.

Lifting your head up a bit, only to be pressed back down firmly into position. "Down. Stay-" You try to peek an eye open but my hand doesn't alleviate from your face. "I said: Stay."

You keep your eyes shut, confusion trickling like cold water down your spine. My breathing turns heavier as I run my hands down your body, "that's it. Good. Stay just like that- you're doing so good."

You freeze. Not moving a muscle as I pry your limp legs apart. Looking up from your pretty little cunt to your slack face, eerily still–you almost look like you're sleeping. Almost– and back down.

I'm bottoming out inside you before I can process the vapid desperate motion. Barely enough thought to pull your panties around your ankles. Holding you down by your head as I growl and quiet you. "shhh, that's right. Don't make a sound. Play dead. playdeadplaydeadplaydead, pup. Fuck- dead things don't whimper. They don't react, shush now."

While I violate you, I feel the dead weight of forcibly relaxed muscles clench and grip my thick cock. The tension and discomfort in you palpable. But your little head is spinning, it feels so good. You have to be a good doggy while you lie there and just take it. Doing exactly as your told. Each thrust jostling you, and you can't even scream. You can't move. You're dead. You're dead and I'm using your holes to jerk off.

A sick twisting in your guts tells you that you're going to cum from being used like snuffbait.

I tell you that too.

Right before I fill you up and clamp a hand over your mouth so you can't breathe and ruin the immersion of the moment for me. I want you to play dead a little longer.

No bro it's not sexual bro I'm just humping you playfully to assert dominance im totally not trying to slam my hard cock into your slippery pussy so hard I bruise your cervix man I swear and im definitely not thinking about knotting your tight puppycunt and shooting my litter deep into your pathetic womb man I'm not like that man its just playful and innocent :3

forcefem is like: "youre gonna wear mommys skirts, okay sweetie?"

and then forcemasc is like: "look within yourself. is this what you want? are you okay with living with this body, for the rest of your life? are you okay with letting yourself feel locked away? let yourself feel free. run away with me, we don't have to let your parents know, we can take back the years we missed out on."

Your owner fucking you in front of a mirror.. knowing how fast you get emberassed, and then forcing your head up to look into your own drooling pathetic face.

You know its ok to want to be looked after no matter who or what you are. Nothing against any of the identities im about to use as examples i promise

But you dont have to be a little for me to hand feed you. You dont have to be a doll for me to dress you. You dont have to be a pet for me to wash and brush your hair. You dont have to be submissive for me to bathe you. Or a bottom for me to brush your teeth. You can be dominant and i can still hold you tight and whisper in your ear that everything is going to be ok. You can be a top and i can still run my fingernails up and down your back as you relax into my arms.

There are no restrictions on wanting to be loved and treasured and cared for in any way that makes you feel good

something something throat training and breathplay

Pushing my cock to the back of their throat as soon as they let their lips softly part and holding them down on me.

Seeing their eyes softly glaze over as they struggle for breaths and try not to gag, looking up at me and silently begging me to let them up to breathe.

Once their body weakens and I can see them verging on passing out, I pull out, letting them gasp and cough for air, only for them to open their mouth wider for more, and I do it over and over until they pass out on my cock.

something like that yeah

extra points if they claw at me desperately and leave marks on my thighs and stomach

There's something so erotic about ripping or cutting clothes off. You don't even have to get them all the way off, just enough so you can get to my holes.

Why don’t you come be a cowboy with me now. Don’t gotta sorry about nothin’ but being a man