Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, my darling.
It’s hard for me not to fuss sometimes about myself and the way I look. But sometimes he takes pictures of me and leaves them on my phone. And I have to stop and look at my body and all its bumps and curves and marks and think the whole thing is kind of a little more than the petty stuff.
Now imagine my surprise and jealousy when I text Sir saying I’m almost done with finals (done nowww)
and he texts back saying he had three girls tied up on his couch last night.
Lucky dog.
Where all the girls who wanted to dress up all pretty and be like princesses end up.
HMPH.
Sweetheart, remember that time you broke my cocktail glass?
It’s not my faultttt. You made me squirm.
If this doesn’t fix your squirmies, then I don’t know what will.
Humph.
The Man’s trying to keep me down. Telling me my squirmies need to be fixed.
Me and my squirmies aren’t going to take this sitting down.
“Good morning, sweet doll. Did you sleep well?”
Um hi I had this in my drafts so I guess it’s a really good thing we’re dating then.
At least he admits it.
She wasn’t permitted to talk that evening, he told his guests, but was allowed to answer their questions with a card that read “Yes” on one side and “No” on the other.
Forced to keep her legs open, she could feel the room fill up with the smell of her dampening cunt spread on display as they stared at her and asked about the blushiest things.
Hi can you please get more kinky friends soon.
For reasons.
I love it when we do work together, sweetheart.
Literally just thought this was a photo of me you up and reblogged for a second.
I was like oh wow I don’t remember taking a photo with a book
oh wait lol that’s not me.
She sort of smiles like my girl, who wants to be my porcelain doll.
Oh my gosh but if I could dress like this all the time and have pretty teacups and ugh what do I have to do to make this my life.