ruby ^_^

sisters whose collars click together as they kiss

girl who’s stronger than me who drapes her arm around me and starts idly groping my boobs and if i try to wiggle free she grabs them so hard it hurts and digs her nails in and whispers into my ear that i’ll stop misbehaving if i know what’s good for me

Making out with a girl's bulge through her panties <3

when the plausible deniability of "mommy" turns into "m-mom, mom, mom" >>>

you can't even sleep in bed with your sister anymore. because of grope

an unstoppable force (sub who is whining and writhing and shaking and crying because they can hardly handle any more) vs an immovable object (dom gently cooing i know i know i know in their ear while they refuse to let up)

Diversity win! Your boss who sexually assaults you and threatens to blacklist you from the entire industry if you ever try to get help is lesbian!

girls love me because i'm weaker than them and i moan when i get pushed down

I need a whiny tgirl to blast rope on my face while she profusely apologizes for cumming so quickly

kissing through panties is so 😵‍💫 idc what you got down there genuinely it's hot no matter what

your captor ruined your life by taking you.

you think.

they're weird. they have all kinds of strange rituals and routines that they follow, and soon enough you're pulled into them. your entire life is run on their schedule; it's stifling, at first, but the consistency is so much more comfortable than having to make so many choices. you occupy yourself with the tasks they've given you while you wait for their return home from work, and then your night routine starts.

you don't even realize that you've began to wait at the door of your own volition; once they see you so ready and willing, they train you to be a bit more proper. sat back on your legs, hands up in the air and curled against your chest like paws the moment you hear the door unlocking. now, you get to see them smile when they walk in the door. they're proud of your progress, and the sensation makes an uncomfortable warmth spread through your chest.

they change out of their work clothes and decompress while you start on dinner. they have a recipe book you've relied on since day one, and luckily they're not picky about your cooking skill. you've improved, you know, and that fills you with the same sick sense of satisfaction as the welcome-home-posturing. your dear captor never really talks much, but they begin to tell you extra pieces of information, little by little. trivial pieces of their daily life and happenings, and if you're lucky, maybe some news about the world outside.

and after dinner, it's time for your favorite part. they sit down on the couch and pat their lap, and you crawl up and snuggle on top of them. they embrace you and hold you close against their chest, burying their face against your neck. the little bell on your collar jingles as they press their lips against your neck, moving the smooth leather aside for access at the soft flesh. you're their lapdog, you think happily.

isn't it so lovely to be useful?