u/Ok_Zombie_1513

Hiii,

On the surface, I am a cynical but expressive girl, with many interests - I have a fair few hobbies and I always like to pick up more. I value deep conversations and debate, and if it’s an area I’m not that familiar with I’d love for you to teach me all about it! Despite the first thing I mentioned being that I am cynical I also have a silly and youthful streak, I love cute things (I have a fair few teddies) and generally I think it’s important to be silly and happy and not worry too much about things that society can otherwise get on at you at - i.e the way you act.

As a submissive I need a deep emotional connection with someone who can get to grips with my brain, I like things dark, and everything has to have a solid psychological core to it. If I can’t respect you as a person and I don’t think you’re worthy of my admiration in your vanilla life there’s no chance I can respect you as a Dom. But that perhaps makes me sound a little bratty - which is certainly not the case. My desire is always to be an obedient girl, and I don’t mind putting my pleasure aside (to an extent) in order to please you. Degradation, protocol, heavy psychological play, are things that are integral for me.

There’s too much to get into, but yes - a harsh but guiding hand is my preference.

I can’t really put an exact label on the kind of sub I am, however if you are intrigued and are respectful and can hold a conversation feel free to send me a message. :)

P.s bonus points if you’ll play chess with me, I’d love to get more practice.

I had awoken early, as golden rods burst through the glass door. As I stretched up out of bed, I could see you were still very much asleep and I wouldn’t dare to disturb you. This was a break for you, afterall. Cracking open the door, the morning light rippled on the surface of the water, making mini suns that glimmered even more beautifully than that which hung in the sky. I trotted through the garden (if you could call it that), admiring the pond, attentively listening to the wondrous sounds of the water in the nearby stream as it rushed away. My feet would catch in the frostbitten grass, and I felt the dew spatter over them. Deciding to stop near the edge of the pond, I knelt down, my knees and shins getting damp in the process. I closed my eyes, to concentrate on the warmth falling on my face, and noticing the distant sound of geese. 

I heard a shuffling sound in the grass, but had not thought much of it, instantaneously, from my kneeling position I fell backwards onto my elbows and back and shuddered in pain. It was you, now awake, you stalked me, and waited for me to let my guard down, kicking me into the ground. A cruel chuckle escaped your mouth. As for me, I was now soggy all over, however I managed to make it back to my starting position as I recoiled from the fair kick. My eyes swelled with feeling, following your figure and gaze, as you looked out on the nearby hill, which was covered in those distinctive dried blood coloured brambles. In these moments, I adored you as much as the scenery. 

“I’m sorry, did I scare you, little one?” You teased, in a low tone. I shook my head and giggled slightly.

“Maybe a little bit, Sir,” I responded. You were standing straight, and proud, and the early sun was reflecting off you in such a way that you appeared as a demi god. The sun had accentuated your beauty beyond the status of being merely a man. 

“Come, come here, now” you beckoned and your wish was my command, I crawled over to you, stopping a foot or two away, then returned to my kneeling position, now looking up into your eyes. I could feel myself beginning to recede and merge into you. Grasping my chin, you maintained the intense eye contact. Your other hand had found itself entangled in my hair, tugging it slightly, every so often. 

“Do you want to be a good girl for daddy? Do you want to make him really happy? And show him how yourself you are?” You teasingly questioned whilst still managing to maintain a cold edge in your voice. 

“Uh huh, yes Sir, please let me show you how useful I can be” I pleaded lovingly. You had moved your hand which was holding my chin, instead, gently landing a couple of delicate slaps on my face. 

“I’m not sure you can manage, baby, do you remember the last time? It was a pretty pathetic performance. Dreadful, actually” you mocked and belittled. 

“But-daddy, you said, it was exactly what you wanted. I - I don’t understand” that swelling feeling now one of sinking, and bubbling embarrassment, nonetheless that neediness growing within me.

“Awe, little one, you’re so cute, and stupid. I was lying when I said it was good. It wasn’t good, it was terrible. Quite frankly that’s one of the only reasons I keep you around. To watch as you degrade and humiliate yourself, in your pitiful and desperate attempts to please me. Did you really believe that someone who pukes when sucking dick was doing a good job? The best job? Jesus, you not only stupid but fucking pathetic too. I need someone that’s not going to fail and get their guts all on me when I ask them to do something.” You hiss at me, pulling my hair, forcing me to keep this eye contact which I so desperately wanted to break. I could see the sadistic pleasure in your eyes. Internally I was shaking, tears gathering in my eyes, and my desire to dissolve, immense. I craved to be tasked, to prove myself, as I felt disgusted and humiliated. 

“Because I love you so very much, and I’m very patient and generous, I'm going to give you a second chance. But remember, without me you are fucking nothing. Nobody else will put up with your useless incompetence, you’re a piss poor excuse of a submissive and frankly my time would be better spent drowning you, however, because I’m so caring I’ll let you try again.” You sneered at me, moving your hands to your crotch, releasing your cock from your bottoms. You had placed your palms on my forehead and tilted my head back. I let my jaw relax and fall open, extending my tongue, showing to you that I was ready. A single tear fell down my cheek and my heart rattled against my ribs like it was kicking its way out of my body. 

Swiftly, your dick is plunging into my open mouth, and begins pushing back and forth. I let my mouth get all foamy for you, my saliva coating your cock. Initially, it's slow and easy back and forth, and only deep enough to tickle my tonsils. Your hands moved up to my hair, grabbing a fist full from the root, either side. We work in tandem, as you thrust into my mouth and I help ease your efforts as you guide my head back and forth.