Discipline, ritual, and attention to detail excite me. I’m a sub who thrives in structure and order, but I also enjoy being playful and provocative. Obedience and devotion are my pleasures; guidance is my craving.
I crave firm control, clear expectations, and a Dom confident enough to take the lead. I give my full attention and obedience to someone who can earn it.
I live to please and love being noticed. I respond to guidance, rules, and structure, and I crave a Dom who enjoys seeing me squirm, obey, and delight in their control. Flirtatious, eager, and fully submissive.
I enjoy the thrill of surrender and the subtle danger of obedience. Mischievous yet devoted, I respond to firmness, rituals, and psychological play. I’m here to submit fully—but only to the right Dom.
My throbbing pussy is aching for someone to claim and dominate me.
I laid on my bed and let my mind wander.
I slid my palms slowly up and down my body. Sliding my hands back up to my tits, I felt my nipples harden. I stayed there for a moment, letting the sensitivity increase. I slid my hands back down slowly to the waistband of my panties.
Soaked.
With one hand, I started massaging my clit and keeping my other hand teasing my perky, hardening nipples. Slowly. Torturously. I then started to feel the tension rise. I slid my fingers inside and started fingering myself.
I switched from my back to my knees. I began rocking my hips slowly back and forth. The way my body reacted. The familiar heat began to build inside of me. It was warm and insistent. I didn't stop it. I honestly didn't know how.
I was running out of breath, and my thoughts started slipping.
I rocked my hips harder and faster while I finger fucked my pussy even harder - pumping the wet pulsing mess like my life depended on it. I felt my core tighten as the pleasure started building up more and more until it crashed into me.
My body tensed up electrically as my legs shook violently. I rode that wave as long as I could. When it finally broke, I sat there staring into a blank space, trying to piece together what I had just felt.
And though my heart was racing, I still wanted more.
