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 […]
Read More“Chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga choo choo!!” “That’s too many ‘Chuggas’ I go straight for the ‘choo choo’, you only get two ‘chuggas’!” “NO WAY! There’s always eight ‘chuggas!’” That’s the oddball argument Master Pravus and me had when we were arguing over how many “chuggas” the victory train has when you’re […]
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