Humiliation is something I’ve loved for as far back as I can recall in my kink journey. Sometimes I don’t even like what’s being said so much necessarily, and by that I mean- it isn’t the taste of the humiliation itself, but I definitely feel humiliated.. And yet. My body is totally getting turned on. […]
Read MoreI had just finished my tubbie and was about to slither back into my binder like snek when a certain instrument came on the music station we were playing. “Noo, I’ll cry you have to change it..!” Master Pravus didn’t change it. He knows the sound of [instrument redacted because I’m worried posting it publicly […]
Read MoreWe were having sex, and I was riding an edge for so long. So unbelievably long. A ridiculous amount of time. So so long. I’m never like that. Just right on the edge of a cum and I couldn’t. I just couldn’t cum. Master Pravus knuckle deep, drops of sweat falling on my exposed tummy […]
Read More“Food is love,” Master Pravus always has told me. “Food means love.” And I don’t understand that language because even when I didn’t use a feeding tube, I liked food but like, I didn’t find it to be a thing I used for comfort. Pleasures of the flesh, yes.. But if I was sad or […]
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