u/Venedictpalmer

I see so many of yall stressing yourselves out trying to be the perfect submissive. That's a road that burns people out.

You read all these hard and fast rules online and think you gotta have this flawless 24/7 dynamic where you never make a mistake and always say the exact right thing. You think if you stumble or get too exhausted, you are somehow failing at your role.

Hell, you might even think that if you want to take a break or pause and try something different, you will let the person you're with down.

Stop it.

Just breathe for a second shawty.

Life is entirely too chaotic for you to be performing all day. You spend your whole day putting out fires, dealing with fake folks at work, and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. When you finally get home to your man, or whoever is anchoring you, you do not need to perform. You dont need to have all the answers. You absolutely do not have to have it perfectly put together.

The dynamic you have with the person you care about can be completely fluid and malleable. There are no hard and fast rules to this shit. The person for you will know know how to read your body and understand your mind is going to adapt to whatever you need on any given day. They're not a mind reader, and you're going to communicate the best way you know how.

Y'all are a team. They're gonna make it work.

If you come home completely drained, nonverbal, and ready to cry from frustration, the dynamic shifts. It becomes pure caretaking. I take your heavy bag out of your hands. I run your bath water. I wash your back, lotion you down, and feed you without forcing you to make a single decision. You get to just exist and be soft.

But if you wake up the next morning feeling rebellious, mouthy, and bratty because your energy is back. Well then the dynamic shifts again. Then I get to pin those wrists down, grip your waist, and remind you exactly who is in charge until you are a dripping, begging mess.

It is supposed to flow naturally. You do not have to force yourself into a tiny little box just because some post on the internet said a sub is supposed to act a certain way. You are a human being, not a robot.

And that's just how I would be able to switch the dynamic up. The perfect person for you would be able to switch it up in a way that tailors to what you and them decide.

You are allowed to be messy. You are allowed to not know what you want to eat for dinner. You are allowed to just collapse into a big heavy chest and let somebody else steer the ship for a few hours. That is the whole point of surrendering control. It is supposed to bring you peace and safety, not give you more anxiety about doing it right.

So take that heavy armor off.

Drop the crazy expectations you put on yourself. Let your dynamic breathe and just let yourself be taken care of.

You deserve a soft landing.🖤

I see so many of yall stressing yourselves out trying to be the perfect submissive. That's a road that burns people out.

You read all these hard and fast rules online and think you gotta have this flawless 24/7 dynamic where you never make a mistake and always say the exact right thing. You think if you stumble or get too exhausted, you are somehow failing at your role.

Hell, you might even think that if you want to take a break or pause and try something different, you will let the person you're with down.

Stop it.

Just breathe for a second shawty.

Life is entirely too chaotic for you to be performing all day. You spend your whole day putting out fires, dealing with fake folks at work, and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. When you finally get home to your man, or whoever is anchoring you, you do not need to perform. You dont need to have all the answers. You absolutely do not have to have it perfectly put together.

The dynamic you have with the person you care about can be completely fluid and malleable. There are no hard and fast rules to this shit. The person for you will know know how to read your body and understand your mind is going to adapt to whatever you need on any given day. They're not a mind reader, and you're going to communicate the best way you know how.

Y'all are a team. They're gonna make it work.

If you come home completely drained, nonverbal, and ready to cry from frustration, the dynamic shifts. It becomes pure caretaking. I take your heavy bag out of your hands. I run your bath water. I wash your back, lotion you down, and feed you without forcing you to make a single decision. You get to just exist and be soft.

But if you wake up the next morning feeling rebellious, mouthy, and bratty because your energy is back. Well then the dynamic shifts again. Then I get to pin those wrists down, grip your waist, and remind you exactly who is in charge until you are a dripping, begging mess.

It is supposed to flow naturally. You do not have to force yourself into a tiny little box just because some post on the internet said a sub is supposed to act a certain way. You are a human being, not a robot.

And that's just how I would be able to switch the dynamic up. The perfect person for you would be able to switch it up in a way that tailors to what you and them decide.

You are allowed to be messy. You are allowed to not know what you want to eat for dinner. You are allowed to just collapse into a big heavy chest and let somebody else steer the ship for a few hours. That is the whole point of surrendering control. It is supposed to bring you peace and safety, not give you more anxiety about doing it right.

So take that heavy armor off.

Drop the crazy expectations you put on yourself. Let your dynamic breathe and just let yourself be taken care of.

You deserve a soft landing.🖤

You saw the word checkpoint and your brain instantly hit the brakes. You are laying there, or sitting at your desk, maybe you're just mid doomscrolling with your hand already trying to sneak down between your thighs. You can feel that throb between your legs growing and getting louder on some tale tale heart shit. You just want a quick release to make the day go by faster.

But you know I cant just let you get off that easy.

Im a teacher and today consider me your accountability buddy. I look out for your actual well being, not just your pleasure. One of my only requirements is that you take care of yourself before you get to completely lose your mind in pleasure. We have to make sure my good girl is actually prioritizing her real life.

You can't tfall behind.

So before you get to ruin your panties, we are doing a mandatory wellness check. Im going to give you a list of eight things. I want you to be completely honest with yourself and count exactly how many you have done today.

Did you drink a full glass of water today, or are you just running on iced coffee, vibes and girl breakfast?

Did you eat an actual, nourishing meal to feed your body or are you subsisting on yesterday's meal?

Did you take your vitamins, supplements, or whatever meds keep you balanced? Or we feeling like fuck a routine today?

Did you do your full skincare routine without rushing through it just to get it over with?

Did you tackle that one work assignment or school project you have been actively avoiding because of anxiety?

Did you tidy up your bedroom or your workspace so you are not sitting in chaos? Or you living in the mess?

Did you stretch or move your body for at least ten minutes to get the stiffness out of your joints or you still wondering why that pain won't go away?

Did you set a boundary today, like saying no to someone who always drains your energy? Or did you just say yes to keep on getting along?

Alright boom.

So You got your number. Was it what you expected? Lets grade your assignment and see exactly how I am going to handle you.

If you scored a 7 or an 8.

Im so damn proud of you shawty.

You put yourself first. You handled your business. Well earned and well met. You absolutely earned your reward. I want you to slide two fingers right under your waistband and find your clit. Close your eyes and imagine you're getting fucked like you obviously need. Imagine my deep voice praising you, telling you what a good girl you are while breath navigates your neck. I want you to rub yourself in slow, deep circles. Build that tension up until your toes curl and your thighs shake. I want you to push yourself right over the edge and cum so incredibly hard. Let it all out. You earned every single drop of that release.

If you scored a 4, 5, or 6.

You are trying, but you are slacking my nigga. You are letting things slip through the cracks and I need you to refocus. You gotta do better.

You do not get to cum today.

But I am still going to make you feel it. Slide your fingers into your wetness and start making slow, agonizing circles. Keep the pressure incredibly light. Tease yourself. I want you to edge yourself until your breath starts hitching. Bring yourself right up to the absolute brink of a climax. Get so close that your vision blurs and you are whining at your screen.

Now stop.

Pull your hand away completely. You are going to sit there with that heavy frustrating ache throbbing between your legs as a reminder to finish your to-do list.

If you scored a 3 or below.

Absolutely not.

Take your hands away from your waistline rightnow. You are neglecting yourself, and a woman who neglects herself does not get the luxury of touching her pussy. Your lower half is completely off limits. Instead, I want you to take your fingers and gently pinch your own nipples. Roll them between your fingers. I want you to feel that sharp sting of arousal shoot straight down to your clit, making it throb and leak while you are completely banned from touching it.

Make it hurt as a reminder to do better.

You are going to sit in that hollow, empty ache. You don't deserve more. You'll do better next time I'm sure.

Don't be mad you earned this.

---

Whatever your score, Your homework is to reply to this post.

Tell me exactly what your score was. Tell me if you got to cum, if you are dripping wet and edged, or if you are sitting there aching with your hands banished to your chest with pain as your only respite and reminder of what to do better next time.

Grade yourself honestly.

And then get up and go take care of yourself.

I am watching you.

More importantly you are watching you.

Don't let yourself down.

You saw the word checkpoint and your brain instantly hit the brakes. You are laying there, or sitting at your desk, maybe you're just mid doomscrolling with your hand already trying to sneak down between your thighs. You can feel that throb between your legs growing and getting louder on some tale tale heart shit. You just want a quick release to make the day go by faster.

But you know I cant just let you get off that easy.

Im a teacher and today consider me your accountability buddy. I look out for your actual well being, not just your pleasure. One of my only requirements is that you take care of yourself before you get to completely lose your mind in pleasure. We have to make sure my good girl is actually prioritizing her real life.

You can't tfall behind.

So before you get to ruin your panties, we are doing a mandatory wellness check. Im going to give you a list of eight things. I want you to be completely honest with yourself and count exactly how many you have done today.

Did you drink a full glass of water today, or are you just running on iced coffee, vibes and girl breakfast?

Did you eat an actual, nourishing meal to feed your body or are you subsisting on yesterday's meal?

Did you take your vitamins, supplements, or whatever meds keep you balanced? Or we feeling like fuck a routine today?

Did you do your full skincare routine without rushing through it just to get it over with?

Did you tackle that one work assignment or school project you have been actively avoiding because of anxiety?

Did you tidy up your bedroom or your workspace so you are not sitting in chaos? Or you living in the mess?

Did you stretch or move your body for at least ten minutes to get the stiffness out of your joints or you still wondering why that pain won't go away?

Did you set a boundary today, like saying no to someone who always drains your energy? Or did you just say yes to keep on getting along?

Alright boom.

So You got your number. Was it what you expected? Lets grade your assignment and see exactly how I am going to handle you.

If you scored a 7 or an 8.

Im so damn proud of you shawty.

You put yourself first. You handled your business. Well earned and well met. You absolutely earned your reward. I want you to slide two fingers right under your waistband and find your clit. Close your eyes and imagine you're getting fucked like you obviously need. Imagine my deep voice praising you, telling you what a good girl you are while breath navigates your neck. I want you to rub yourself in slow, deep circles. Build that tension up until your toes curl and your thighs shake. I want you to push yourself right over the edge and cum so incredibly hard. Let it all out. You earned every single drop of that release.

If you scored a 4, 5, or 6.

You are trying, but you are slacking my nigga. You are letting things slip through the cracks and I need you to refocus. You gotta do better.

You do not get to cum today.

But I am still going to make you feel it. Slide your fingers into your wetness and start making slow, agonizing circles. Keep the pressure incredibly light. Tease yourself. I want you to edge yourself until your breath starts hitching. Bring yourself right up to the absolute brink of a climax. Get so close that your vision blurs and you are whining at your screen.

Now stop.

Pull your hand away completely. You are going to sit there with that heavy frustrating ache throbbing between your legs as a reminder to finish your to-do list.

If you scored a 3 or below.

Absolutely not.

Take your hands away from your waistline rightnow. You are neglecting yourself, and a woman who neglects herself does not get the luxury of touching her pussy. Your lower half is completely off limits. Instead, I want you to take your fingers and gently pinch your own nipples. Roll them between your fingers. I want you to feel that sharp sting of arousal shoot straight down to your clit, making it throb and leak while you are completely banned from touching it.

Make it hurt as a reminder to do better.

You are going to sit in that hollow, empty ache. You don't deserve more. You'll do better next time I'm sure.

Don't be mad you earned this.

---

Whatever your score, Your homework is to reply to this post.

Tell me exactly what your score was. Tell me if you got to cum, if you are dripping wet and edged, or if you are sitting there aching with your hands banished to your chest with pain as your only respite and reminder of what to do better next time.

Grade yourself honestly.

And then get up and go take care of yourself.

I am watching you.

More importantly you are watching you.

Don't let yourself down.

You saw the word checkpoint and your brain instantly hit the brakes. You are laying there, or sitting at your desk, maybe you're just mid doomscrolling with your hand already trying to sneak down between your thighs. You can feel that throb between your legs growing and getting louder on some tale tale heart shit. You just want a quick release to make the day go by faster.

But you know I cant just let you get off that easy.

Im a teacher and today consider me your accountability buddy. I look out for your actual well being, not just your pleasure. One of my only requirements is that you take care of yourself before you get to completely lose your mind in pleasure. We have to make sure my good girl is actually prioritizing her real life.

You can't tfall behind.

So before you get to ruin your panties, we are doing a mandatory wellness check. Im going to give you a list of eight things. I want you to be completely honest with yourself and count exactly how many you have done today.

Did you drink a full glass of water today, or are you just running on iced coffee, vibes and girl breakfast?

Did you eat an actual, nourishing meal to feed your body or are you subsisting on yesterday's meal?

Did you take your vitamins, supplements, or whatever meds keep you balanced? Or we feeling like fuck a routine today?

Did you do your full skincare routine without rushing through it just to get it over with?

Did you tackle that one work assignment or school project you have been actively avoiding because of anxiety?

Did you tidy up your bedroom or your workspace so you are not sitting in chaos? Or you living in the mess?

Did you stretch or move your body for at least ten minutes to get the stiffness out of your joints or you still wondering why that pain won't go away?

Did you set a boundary today, like saying no to someone who always drains your energy? Or did you just say yes to keep on getting along?

Alright boom.

So You got your number. Was it what you expected? Lets grade your assignment and see exactly how I am going to handle you.

If you scored a 7 or an 8.

Im so damn proud of you shawty.

You put yourself first. You handled your business. Well earned and well met. You absolutely earned your reward. I want you to slide two fingers right under your waistband and find your clit. Close your eyes and imagine you're getting fucked like you obviously need. Imagine my deep voice praising you, telling you what a good girl you are while breath navigates your neck. I want you to rub yourself in slow, deep circles. Build that tension up until your toes curl and your thighs shake. I want you to push yourself right over the edge and cum so incredibly hard. Let it all out. You earned every single drop of that release.

If you scored a 4, 5, or 6.

You are trying, but you are slacking my nigga. You are letting things slip through the cracks and I need you to refocus. You gotta do better.

You do not get to cum today.

But I am still going to make you feel it. Slide your fingers into your wetness and start making slow, agonizing circles. Keep the pressure incredibly light. Tease yourself. I want you to edge yourself until your breath starts hitching. Bring yourself right up to the absolute brink of a climax. Get so close that your vision blurs and you are whining at your screen.

Now stop.

Pull your hand away completely. You are going to sit there with that heavy frustrating ache throbbing between your legs as a reminder to finish your to-do list.

If you scored a 3 or below.

Absolutely not.

Take your hands away from your waistline rightnow. You are neglecting yourself, and a woman who neglects herself does not get the luxury of touching her pussy. Your lower half is completely off limits. Instead, I want you to take your fingers and gently pinch your own nipples. Roll them between your fingers. I want you to feel that sharp sting of arousal shoot straight down to your clit, making it throb and leak while you are completely banned from touching it.

Make it hurt as a reminder to do better.

You are going to sit in that hollow, empty ache. You don't deserve more. You'll do better next time I'm sure.

Don't be mad you earned this.

---

Whatever your score, Your homework is to reply to this post.

Tell me exactly what your score was. Tell me if you got to cum, if you are dripping wet and edged, or if you are sitting there aching with your hands banished to your chest with pain as your only respite and reminder of what to do better next time.

Grade yourself honestly.

And then get up and go take care of yourself.

I am watching you.

More importantly you are watching you.

Don't let yourself down.

I see you.

And I ain't gonna hold you its a beautiful sight. Whether you got Them bundles, wearing your natural, a baldy, or even if you got your hair put up in your bonnet right now, i see you.

It's a small thing, you know, being seen. But as somebody who's been overlooked before, it can bring the sunshine through the darkest thunderstorm.

Maybe the thunderclouds are on your mind, though.

You just walked through the front door and I can already see the absolute exhaustion sitting right on your shoulders. You kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag on the floor, you threw your bra halfway across the room. Your pants flew the opposite direction. And you let out a deep, heavy sigh.

Damn near ancestral.

The kind that tells me you spent the entire day dealing with microaggressions at work, managing everybody elses fragile feelings, and pretending like you got it all completely together. Maybe you had to deal with that bitch at the job who’s nosy as hell, and you just don’t like her ass. Maybe a coworker is saying weird shit to you and you're debating if you should even report it or not, because you know the last time somebody tried to report something, HR tried to flip it on her. You don't want to have to deal with that stress on top of everything else you've got going on.

maybe you've adapted. You don't talk to anyone now at work. you keep it strictly business and go about yours, and they mind theirs. They probably think you got a resting bitch face. If anything, you've got resting "damn can a nigga just live" face.

The world demands so much from Black women.

They expect you to be the mule, the therapist, the fixer. the emotional labor people expect from you with nothing in return. The audacity they have to expect that from you. Those types of expectations can gnaw away at your sanity. like you gotta be bulletproof the exact second you step outside your house because nobody is offering you any grace. You spend all your energy pouring into people who only know how to take. and they take so much from us.

They mock the way we speak. They mock our culture and the way we look, trying to make us hate ourselves, and then have the unmitigated gall and fucking audacity to try to emulate us: the way we speak, our features, hell even our hair.

But you are inside now. And Im looking right at you.

Stop moving.

Dont go to the kitchen to start cooking.

I'll handle that.

Dont start picking up around the living room.

Come here.

I got you.

Im pulling you directly into my chest. Im six foot And thick like your favorite weighted blanket, so you can't hurt me. I can take over any burdens you got.

Im wrapping my big heavy arms around you so completely that you literally cant move. I want you to smell my cologne and just sink into me. Feel my heartbeat against your cheek.

Im an immovable object. Even an unstoppable force isn't Strong enough to take me away from you.

I want you to let all that hyper-independent, boss woman energy that they put on you and make you claim just so you can feel a shread of control over the narrative, take it all and just crash right into me and completely shatter.

I'm big and strong I'll hold you up.

Im taking your phone right out of your hand and tossing it on the couch.Fuck the algorithms that keep us angry. Fuck the way they show you upsetting comments that you don't need to see, and fuck the way it tries to make you feel less than when you are more.

Im reaching around your back and slowly scratching your back right where your bra was at. I know it's itchy. I know it'll be bothering you. I want to make sure that you feel some relief.

I just want to be in this moment with you. So we're going to breathe together.

Breathe in very slowly theough your nose.

I want you to imagine your lungs filling up with all the air they can hold.

And breathe out slowly through your mouth.

Exhale away all the bullshit. Everything you've been holding in. Everything that's kept your spine straight. Everything that's kept you on edge today.

Good girl. I'm so proud of you.

Let's do one more. I want you to breathe in like you want to hold every single ounce of air that you can hold in through your nose. So slow, but never stopping until you're full.

I want you to hold it calmly. Don't try to hold it until your face turns blue (well, if our faces could change colors Like that, you know 😂).

But hold it until you feel like you've had enough, and then I want you to exhale so slowly. Just close your eyes and be in that moment with me, because I'm doing it right here along with you.

Imagine you have your hands on my chest, feeling it rise and fall in time with yours, leading you, letting you know when to inhale and when to exhale.

You don't gotta make any decisions right now.

I got you.

If you got a wig on, take it off. If you got braids or locs, Im sliding my fingers in and massaging your scalp right between the parts. Im rubbing the tension right out of your edges. ill even get the oil later for a real scalp massage

"You dont have to be strong in here."

Im whispering it right into your ear so my deep voice vibrates straight down your spine.

Im going to pick you up.

I dont care if you think you are heavy, I can squat a defensive lineman, you aint shit to me.

You are light as a feather.

Im carrying you straight to the bathroom because I already ran the hot water. You see, a forward-thinking nigga like me already planned out the whole evening. I've thought of everything. You ain't got to make no decisions; you gotta just exist and be.

Im going to strip those clothes off your gorgeous brown skin and sit you down in the tub. I've already got your favorite playlist playing, and candles light up the whole bathroom. I also got your favorite kind of candy, ready for you when you're hungry.

But for now, let me pamper you.

Let's wash away today's stress.

My heavy hands covered in suds, tracing the curve of your back, working the deep knots out of your neck and massaging your thighs. I am washing the stress of the day right down the drain. You are just going to sit there and let me pamper you because you deserve to be served For once.

"People are not a monolith. We are diverse and full of multitudes."

I'm a scholar, but even I don't know who to attribute this quote to. I heard it a long time ago and I've always loved it, because I think about myself in moments like these; I always think about it.

There's this caretaker part of me who dotes over you and makes sure your wants and needs are taken care of. I might have to ask once but after that I got you. You won't have to have the fatigue of explaining something over and over again..

Then there's this dominant side to me. He's More stern, he's so certain and he makes sure his instructions are followed to the letter. He can be demanding because he believes in you so thoroughly. He always believes you will rise to the occasion as much as he believes the sun will rise tomorrow.

Suffice to say, niggas have multitudes within us.

I just lifted you out of that hot bath and wrapped you in a thick towel. You are completely clean and smelling like heaven.

Im laying you down gently on the edge of the mattress. Im grabbing that bottle of warm body oil and shea butter lotion off the nightstand and pouring the oil into my palms.

Im rubbing my big heavy hands together to get it nice and hot, and Im massaging it all over your beautiful brown skin. I am making sure you are glowing from head to toe, rubbing that good shea butter lotion deep into your knees and elbows because Im absolutely not letting my babygirl go to sleep ashy lmao.

Im keeping you soft, hydrated, and perfect.

If youre reading this in your bed rightnow, I want you to follow along. Let my words guide your hands. if you're not alone just imagine this is a movie in your mind.

Since I am massaging that warm oil into your thighs, I want you to take your own hands and slowly rub up and down your thighs. Feel how soft your skin is. Imagine the heavy weight of my hands pressing down on you, working the deep tension out of your muscles.

Im going to kiss every single inch of you. I want to completely erase that damn job from your memory. I want to make you forget about the emails, the microaggressions, the bills, the family drama, all of it.

Tonight your only job is to receive. I am going to worship you until you forget your own name.

Slide your hand up and slip it under your panties for me. Take your middle and ring finger and coat them in your own wetness. Im parting your legs and Im burying my face right between your thighs. You taste like absolute perfection and Im going to consume you like Im starving.

Start making slow gentle circles around your clit. I want you to match the exact rhythm of my tongue. As you read this, imagine my mouth sliding over your wetness, coating my tongue . its your ultimate expression of just how Good I'm making you feel.

Im gripping your hips with my big hands to hold you securely in place. No need to Even try to run.

Speed those circles up just alittle bit. You can handle it I believe in you Just go a little bit faster for me. Press down a little harder.

I want you to feel that heavy throb building up in the pit of your stomach. When you try to squirm away because the pleasure is getting entirely too intense, Im taking one hand and pinning both of your wrists above your head. You dont have to be strong rightnow shawty.

Resist The urge

You are completely safe in my grip, but you are completely out of control. That juxtaposition is crazy but I know you're getting closer.

Closer still.

Bring yourself right up to the absolute edge. I want your toes curling and your breath hitching.Because that's exactly how I'm going to do you.

Imagine my tongue is going as fast as your fingers.

Imagine how good it will be to finally get that relief, to finally come for me: to put an exclamation point on this entire orgasmic experience.

When you feel like you are about to explode

Stop.

Stop right now.

Pull your hand away completely.

Im pulling my mouth back and just breathing slow cool air against your throbbing clit. I want you whining and begging me to put my mouth back on you. I want to hear how desperate you are.

Then Im diving right back in.

Put your hand back and rub faster this time. Im not just making you cum once tonight. A Goddess deserves more than that. Im going to edge you and break you down until you are shaking and crying from the pleasure. Im going to make you cum over and over again until your brain is nothing but pure blinding white light.

Push yourself over the edge for me rightnow.

Let it go.

Squeeze your thighs together and just melt into the mattress while you orgasm. Im swallowing every single drop of your release, humming against you while you ride out the waves.

And as soon as you catch your breath, Im going right back to work on your clit to build up orgasm number two. hell maybe three

When you are finally completely exhausted and you have given me everything,Im pulling your body right onto my chest.

Im slipping your silk bonnet onto your head so your hair stays perfect while you sleep. Im going to pull the covers up, roll us a blunt, order whatever you want to eat on DoorDash, and hold you tight.

You are safe here beloved.

You are wanted here.

The world can wait outside the door.

Let us make a home here in this moment.

Tomorrow can wait.

I see you.

And I ain't gonna hold you its a beautiful sight. Whether you got Them bundles, wearing your natural, a baldy, or even if you got your hair put up in your bonnet right now, i see you.

It's a small thing, you know, being seen. But as somebody who's been overlooked before, it can bring the sunshine through the darkest thunderstorm.

Maybe the thunderclouds are on your mind, though.

You just walked through the front door and I can already see the absolute exhaustion sitting right on your shoulders. You kicked your shoes off, dropped your bag on the floor, you threw your bra halfway across the room. Your pants flew the opposite direction. And you let out a deep, heavy sigh.

Damn near ancestral.

The kind that tells me you spent the entire day dealing with microaggressions at work, managing everybody elses fragile feelings, and pretending like you got it all completely together. Maybe you had to deal with that bitch at the job who’s nosy as hell, and you just don’t like her ass. Maybe a coworker is saying weird shit to you and you're debating if you should even report it or not, because you know the last time somebody tried to report something, HR tried to flip it on her. You don't want to have to deal with that stress on top of everything else you've got going on.

maybe you've adapted. You don't talk to anyone now at work. you keep it strictly business and go about yours, and they mind theirs. They probably think you got a resting bitch face. If anything, you've got resting "damn can a nigga just live" face.

The world demands so much from Black women.

They expect you to be the mule, the therapist, the fixer. the emotional labor people expect from you with nothing in return. The audacity they have to expect that from you. Those types of expectations can gnaw away at your sanity. like you gotta be bulletproof the exact second you step outside your house because nobody is offering you any grace. You spend all your energy pouring into people who only know how to take. and they take so much from us.

They mock the way we speak. They mock our culture and the way we look, trying to make us hate ourselves, and then have the unmitigated gall and fucking audacity to try to emulate us: the way we speak, our features, hell even our hair.

But you are inside now. And Im looking right at you.

Stop moving.

Dont go to the kitchen to start cooking.

I'll handle that.

Dont start picking up around the living room.

Come here.

I got you.

Im pulling you directly into my chest. Im six foot And thick like your favorite weighted blanket, so you can't hurt me. I can take over any burdens you got.

Im wrapping my big heavy arms around you so completely that you literally cant move. I want you to smell my cologne and just sink into me. Feel my heartbeat against your cheek.

Im an immovable object. Even an unstoppable force isn't Strong enough to take me away from you.

I want you to let all that hyper-independent, boss woman energy that they put on you and make you claim just so you can feel a shread of control over the narrative, take it all and just crash right into me and completely shatter.

I'm big and strong I'll hold you up.

Im taking your phone right out of your hand and tossing it on the couch.Fuck the algorithms that keep us angry. Fuck the way they show you upsetting comments that you don't need to see, and fuck the way it tries to make you feel less than when you are more.

Im reaching around your back and slowly scratching your back right where your bra was at. I know it's itchy. I know it'll be bothering you. I want to make sure that you feel some relief.

I just want to be in this moment with you. So we're going to breathe together.

Breathe in very slowly theough your nose.

I want you to imagine your lungs filling up with all the air they can hold.

And breathe out slowly through your mouth.

Exhale away all the bullshit. Everything you've been holding in. Everything that's kept your spine straight. Everything that's kept you on edge today.

Good girl. I'm so proud of you.

Let's do one more. I want you to breathe in like you want to hold every single ounce of air that you can hold in through your nose. So slow, but never stopping until you're full.

I want you to hold it calmly. Don't try to hold it until your face turns blue (well, if our faces could change colors Like that, you know 😂).

But hold it until you feel like you've had enough, and then I want you to exhale so slowly. Just close your eyes and be in that moment with me, because I'm doing it right here along with you.

Imagine you have your hands on my chest, feeling it rise and fall in time with yours, leading you, letting you know when to inhale and when to exhale.

You don't gotta make any decisions right now.

I got you.

If you got a wig on, take it off. If you got braids or locs, Im sliding my fingers in and massaging your scalp right between the parts. Im rubbing the tension right out of your edges. ill even get the oil later for a real scalp massage

"You dont have to be strong in here."

Im whispering it right into your ear so my deep voice vibrates straight down your spine.

Im going to pick you up.

I dont care if you think you are heavy, I can squat a defensive lineman, you aint shit to me.

You are light as a feather.

Im carrying you straight to the bathroom because I already ran the hot water. You see, a forward-thinking nigga like me already planned out the whole evening. I've thought of everything. You ain't got to make no decisions; you gotta just exist and be.

Im going to strip those clothes off your gorgeous brown skin and sit you down in the tub. I've already got your favorite playlist playing, and candles light up the whole bathroom. I also got your favorite kind of candy, ready for you when you're hungry.

But for now, let me pamper you.

Let's wash away today's stress.

My heavy hands covered in suds, tracing the curve of your back, working the deep knots out of your neck and massaging your thighs. I am washing the stress of the day right down the drain. You are just going to sit there and let me pamper you because you deserve to be served For once.

"People are not a monolith. We are diverse and full of multitudes."

I'm a scholar, but even I don't know who to attribute this quote to. I heard it a long time ago and I've always loved it, because I think about myself in moments like these; I always think about it.

There's this caretaker part of me who dotes over you and makes sure your wants and needs are taken care of. I might have to ask once but after that I got you. You won't have to have the fatigue of explaining something over and over again..

Then there's this dominant side to me. He's More stern, he's so certain and he makes sure his instructions are followed to the letter. He can be demanding because he believes in you so thoroughly. He always believes you will rise to the occasion as much as he believes the sun will rise tomorrow.

Suffice to say, niggas have multitudes within us.

I just lifted you out of that hot bath and wrapped you in a thick towel. You are completely clean and smelling like heaven.

Im laying you down gently on the edge of the mattress. Im grabbing that bottle of warm body oil and shea butter lotion off the nightstand and pouring the oil into my palms.

Im rubbing my big heavy hands together to get it nice and hot, and Im massaging it all over your beautiful brown skin. I am making sure you are glowing from head to toe, rubbing that good shea butter lotion deep into your knees and elbows because Im absolutely not letting my babygirl go to sleep ashy lmao.

Im keeping you soft, hydrated, and perfect.

If youre reading this in your bed rightnow, I want you to follow along. Let my words guide your hands. if you're not alone just imagine this is a movie in your mind.

Since I am massaging that warm oil into your thighs, I want you to take your own hands and slowly rub up and down your thighs. Feel how soft your skin is. Imagine the heavy weight of my hands pressing down on you, working the deep tension out of your muscles.

Im going to kiss every single inch of you. I want to completely erase that damn job from your memory. I want to make you forget about the emails, the microaggressions, the bills, the family drama, all of it.

Tonight your only job is to receive. I am going to worship you until you forget your own name.

Slide your hand up and slip it under your panties for me. Take your middle and ring finger and coat them in your own wetness. Im parting your legs and Im burying my face right between your thighs. You taste like absolute perfection and Im going to consume you like Im starving.

Start making slow gentle circles around your clit. I want you to match the exact rhythm of my tongue. As you read this, imagine my mouth sliding over your wetness, coating my tongue . its your ultimate expression of just how Good I'm making you feel.

Im gripping your hips with my big hands to hold you securely in place. No need to Even try to run.

Speed those circles up just alittle bit. You can handle it I believe in you Just go a little bit faster for me. Press down a little harder.

I want you to feel that heavy throb building up in the pit of your stomach. When you try to squirm away because the pleasure is getting entirely too intense, Im taking one hand and pinning both of your wrists above your head. You dont have to be strong rightnow shawty.

Resist The urge

You are completely safe in my grip, but you are completely out of control. That juxtaposition is crazy but I know you're getting closer.

Closer still.

Bring yourself right up to the absolute edge. I want your toes curling and your breath hitching.Because that's exactly how I'm going to do you.

Imagine my tongue is going as fast as your fingers.

Imagine how good it will be to finally get that relief, to finally come for me: to put an exclamation point on this entire orgasmic experience.

When you feel like you are about to explode

Stop.

Stop right now.

Pull your hand away completely.

Im pulling my mouth back and just breathing slow cool air against your throbbing clit. I want you whining and begging me to put my mouth back on you. I want to hear how desperate you are.

Then Im diving right back in.

Put your hand back and rub faster this time. Im not just making you cum once tonight. A Goddess deserves more than that. Im going to edge you and break you down until you are shaking and crying from the pleasure. Im going to make you cum over and over again until your brain is nothing but pure blinding white light.

Push yourself over the edge for me rightnow.

Let it go.

Squeeze your thighs together and just melt into the mattress while you orgasm. Im swallowing every single drop of your release, humming against you while you ride out the waves.

And as soon as you catch your breath, Im going right back to work on your clit to build up orgasm number two. hell maybe three

When you are finally completely exhausted and you have given me everything,Im pulling your body right onto my chest.

Im slipping your silk bonnet onto your head so your hair stays perfect while you sleep. Im going to pull the covers up, roll us a blunt, order whatever you want to eat on DoorDash, and hold you tight.

You are safe here beloved.

You are wanted here.

The world can wait outside the door.

Let us make a home here in this moment.

Tomorrow can wait.

The word of the day in todays lesson is indulge.

Everybody say "indulge."

Yes, you reading this post right now, say it. I'm going to need you to actually say it.

Consider it the price of entry.

If you cant say it, mouth it.

If you cant mouth it, I want you to think it.

Think it like I can read your thoughts -- because as this post will demonstrate, I can.

Peefect.

Aight, so boom, Im a teacher.

As you probably know teachers have superpowers. Think I'm full of shit?

Have you ever wondered how teachers can always tell when youre doing some bullshit behind their back. Who threw the paper ball? Who laughed at a joke their friend told?.

In this very special (non teacher)case: Who is ovulating.

I can always tell.

When you are this turned on -- when your hormones are peaking during your ovulation cycle and your body is reacting to it -- you might try to ignore the feeling. You might try to resist the urge. Maybe you decide not to text that guy with a thick curved whos no good for you. Maybe your boyfriend gets some extra attention this week, or maybe he doesnt and you find your respite elsewhere.

Whatever it is, whether you resist it or you dont, there is only one rule while reading this post.

Indulge.

I want you to indulge in how messy you are rightnow. Stop trying to be so damn proper.

When a woman is ovulating she gets this specific scent to her, this heavy sweet musk that makes a nigga want to bury his face right between her thighs. I know you can smell your own arousal. Hell, I can from here.

Breathe it in.

Im going to have my tongue buried so deep inside you, tasting you like im Kendrick Lamar dying of thrist. You'll try to run of course, your kind always do. Don't fret, Ill press My thumbs into your hips pinning you down.

You'll breathing hitched. You felt a throb maybe. That's cute. I'll forgive you. It is that time of the month where your hormones completely hijack your nervous system.

You literally can't help it.

I'm sure you do what you can to distract yourself, but your body is begging to be used like it was created for.

You think that's not true?

Look at how wet you get without even touching yourself. Look at how hard your nipples are. Can we come to any other conclusion?

If it wasn't true, why are these nasty-ass thoughts running through your mind all day long? Your inner slut is speaking to you.

You need to fucking listen.

I wonder where you are reading this rightnow. Maybe you are sitting at your desk in the office, shifting in your ergonomic chair and crossing your legs to hide how wet you are, just waiting to get home so you can touch yourself. Hell, maybe you got a job in which you can't indulge, and you're sneaking away to the bathroom to get your fucking fix.Or maybe you are already laying in bed alone, scrolling on your phone in the dark. Yeah, keep reading. This is so much better than fucking doomscrolling your life away.

Wherever you are, I know exactly what you are craving. You are wishing you had a grown man to just cuddle and kiss on you. You want to build up that tension and that friction, teasing each other until you literally cannot take it anymore. You want to get so incredibly wet that when I finally push my heavy hips forward, it spreads your legs apart,my dick slides in with no resistance, like your pussy was ravenous, like she's been waiting for me all goddamn day.

That inner slut you usually try to keep hidden is fully in charge today.

And it is not your fault shawty.

Your pussy quite literally has a mind of its own rightnow. So I want you to listen to her. I want you to indulge.

If you are out in public rightnow, just squeeze those thighs together and let that heavy ache build up in your stomach. But if you are alone in private, I want you to follow my instructions. If you are wearing panties, slide your hand down your stomach and go right under the waistband. If you are already laying there completely naked, just let your fingers hover right over your pussy

Take your middle and ring finger and just coat them in your own wetness. I know you want to look down and watch me slide just the tip in. You want to see my thick dark shaft completely covered in your juices while you rub your clit at the exact same time. Show me how wet you would get it.

Start making slow, agonizing circles around that swollen little nerve.

Keep the pressure light.

Tease yourself.

In your heart of hearts, you yearn to be a good girl.

Good girls follow directions.Good girls touch themselves so lightly—as if their fingers were feathers—slowly but surely building up that pleasure because they know it's worth it in the end.

You cum so much harder when being told to. You cum so much harder when you follow directions.

I know you act so bratty out in the real world. You walk around with an attitude because you work hard and you feel like you deserve whatever you want.

And don't get me wrong, you do.

But deep down, you know you just desperately need to be checked. You want my heavy hand wrapped around your throat, gently choking you and kissing you at the exact same time to shut your brain off. You know damn well if I were to just gently lick and pinch your nipples rightnow, you wouldnt be able to do anything else but completely surrender. It is literally a cheat code for your body.

Speed up those circles. Press down alittle harder.

Imagine that nasty sloppy mac n cheese sound echoing through your bedroom with every stroke.You see, some niggas like fucking fast and hard like a jackrabbit. Me? I want to make you really feel that shit deep inside of you.

My favorite thing is going deep, hard, and slow. Firm strokes, making you take each one, letting the beat build, so to speak, until you're fucking me back.

And I'm grabbing you from behind with my hand on the back of your neck, holding you down so you can't run, and taking out every bit of frustration I have in your pussy.

I know you spend all day being the smart professional woman who has her shit together. Maybe you don't. Maybe you're a fuck up. Maybe you don't get your shit together, but you're trying your fucking best, even as everybody expects you to be perfect.

But rightnow I want you to indulge in being completely mindless.

Drop the act.

With me, you don't gotta be perfect. With me, you can be messy. Messy, just like what's between your legs right now.

You dont have to think when you are underneath me. You just have to take this dick and obey.

Imagine me pulling your hair back just hard enough to expose your neck while I whisper exactly what kind of filthy little slut you are.

I want you to indulge in how good it feels to just let a dominant man break your brain down until you are nothing but a dripping, begging mess

Imagine me emptying every single drop deep inside you leaving you totally flooded with my Cum. My favorite thing to do after I come inside someone is to leave it in, because my dick starts spasming. It starts throbbing uncontrollably, like a second heartbeat, and you can feel it all. You can feel me literally emptying my balls inside of you.

And then, if I can handle it (because the tip of my dick gets so sensitive), I'll bear through it for you. I'll keep stroking nice and slow, even as my dick has given everything it can. I'll give you more; like I said, you deserve it all.

And when I have nothing left

when I stroke hard and deep one more time, my mind will literally fracture.

ill slowly pull out.

I need you to rub your clitoris faster.That's the only thing that matters to you right now. Rub your clit faster. Don't let anybody or anything distract you.

Pull your nipples or I'll make you slap yourself.

Stop fucking playing with me.

Pull them harder.

Good girl.

I know your type. After I slide my dick out of you nice and slow and you can see your juices coating it, your eyes will get wide.

You'll want to put your mouth around it. You'll want to choke on it. You'll want the tip of my dick to touch that little button in the back of your throat that makes you want to please daddy, that makes you want to be a good girl, and that makes you turn into the slut that all of your past boyfriends wish they got to see.

But you save that for a man who makes you feel safe, who gives you space to be the best slut you can be. Why be with a miserable man who can't make you feel that way for real?

Bring yourself right up to the absolute edge. I want your vision blurring. I want your legs shaking. Get so close that you are about to make a complete mess out of yourself.

Indulge in that primal shit shawty.

Your body is literally preparing itself to be bred. It is practically begging for a thick dark shaft to just bypass every single boundary you have and fill you up raw.

Think about me gripping those thick thighs and spreading them as far apart as they go, driving my hips forward until Im buried so deep you can feel me pressing against your cervix.

I want to leave you completely ruined, pumping my seed so deep inside you that it leaks out of your pretty little hole for the rest of the day.

Keep going, just like that.

Daddy is so fucking proud of you.

You're doing amazing. Just imagine how good it will feel to finally get that release, to finally cum with permission.

Now stop.

Take your hand completely away from your body. Put it flat on the bed, or put it back on your mouse if you are sitting at work and you were savvy enough to indulge.

Do not touch a single thing.

I know you are whimpering rightnow. I know your chest is heaving and you are probably grinding your thighs together trying to chase that high. But I make the rules.

You are ovulating. You are starving for it. And I am absolutely denying you.

You need to learn how to indulge in the ache too.

The denial is half the fun.

When I tell you to stop touching yourself, I want you to feel that frustrating, heavy pulse beating between your legs and just sink right into it. That throb is a reminder that you belong to me.

Every single time your pussy twitches today, it is just your body remembering that Im the one holding the leash. Indulge in that helplessness.

Let the frustration make you crazy

Suffice to say...

You do not get to cum today.

You are going to sit there and let that heavy, hollow ache throb between your thighs.

You are going to let that slick wetness dry up on your skin while you think about the fact that I own your orgasm. Your body might have a mind of its own today, but I am the one holding the leash.

I'm a teacher, so your homework is to reply to this post.

I want you to tell me exactly where you are rightnow. Tell me how empty you were feeling before I got in your head, and tell me how bad you are begging for that friction now.

Were you able to indulge? or could you only read and imagine the type of depraved things you will do the moment you get some privacy?

Be a good girl and tell Daddy how desperate you are. And remember, if you touch yourself again without my permission, I will know.

And I will never let you cum for me again.

1.You are safe here beloved.

2. You are loved here.

3. The world can wait outside the door.

4. In here, in our safe place, you belong to me.

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I ain't gonna hold you shawty, I can hear the gears turning in your head from across the room. Its a well oiled machine. Spiraling thoughts in a perpetual tsunami.

You are sitting there and physically you are present but mentally you are miles away. You are worrying about that email you sent. Your job that's so demanding. You are replaying a conversation from three years ago. You are stressing about tomorrow’s schedule. You feel like there's so much to do and you don't know where to even start. Your brow is furrowed just slightly and you are picking at your cuticles.

Stop it.

Come here.

I don’t want you to tell me what’s wrong. Nah not yet. Right now I need you to stop thinking entirely. You spend all day managing everything and everyone and it is exhausting you. They take and tske. And you give and give then when you're running on E, your kindness still wants to give. I can see it in the way you carry your shoulders. They are so tense. You need to put the burden down but you don’t know how to do it yourself.

It's all good.

That is why I am here.

I want you to stand right in front of me. Don’t talk. Just breathe. If you have glasses I'll take them off and set them on the table. If your hair is long I'll help you tie it up. I'll definitely help you oil your scalp and give you a scalp massage later because that's just extra labor you don't need to carrry.

I am going to run my hands down your arms, slow and heavy, until I reach your hands. I’m interlacing our fingers and I’m squeezing tight. I need you to feel how grounded I am. I need you to feel that I am not moving. I am the rock you are going to crash against.

I'm pretty big and strong.

I csn take it.

I’m going to kiss your forehead first. Then your nose. Then I’m going to capture your mouth. I’m not asking for a kiss; I am taking it. I am going to kiss you deep and slow and thorough until I feel your knees buckle just a little bit. That is the sign I am waiting for. That little wobble tells me your brain is finally starting to shut down and your body is taking over.

Good girl.

I am going to pick you up. Don't try to help. I can squat defensive lineman, you ain't shit. Don't worry, Just wrap your legs around my waist and bury your face in my neck. Smell my cologne. Listen to my breathing. Let me carry you to the bedroom because you don't need to make any more decisions today.

Not even walking.

When I lay you down on the mattress I am going to loom over you. I want to block out the rest of the room. I want to block out the rest of the world.

The stress.

The melancholy.

Everything.

The only thing you are allowed to perceive is me. My eyes. My long locs. My big strong hands. My weight settling between your thighs. I'm the best weighted blanket ever. I keep you warm and give forehead kisses.

I’m going to strip you slowly. This isn’t a rush to get off. This is worship. I want to kiss every inch of skin I expose. I want to trace the line of your ribs and the softness of your stomach. I want to hear the way your breath hitches when my thumbs brush against your hip bones.

You are going to try to speak. You are going to try to say something self depreciating or ask if this is okay.

Hush.

I don’t want words. I want moans. I want whimpers. I want that desperate little gasp you make when I finally slide my hand into your panties and find out just how wet you are for me.

Look at you. So responsive. So needy.

You ain't know? I'm a mindreader of pretty little needy sluts like you. The kind who are afraid to ask for what you really need because society taught you that being strong means suffering in silence. That you have to carry the weight of the world on your back and that asking to be taken care of makes you a muhfuckin' burden. That softness is a luxury you can't afford. But I am here to tell you that is a lie.

You deserve it all.

I am going to bury my face between your legs and I am going to eat you until you are shaking. Until my jaw damn near locks up. Your plessure matters. You go the extra mile every day for everyone. I don't mind going the extra mile for you.

It's the minimum of what you deserve.

I wouldn't lie to you.

On my momma.

I am going to use my tongue to tease you and torment you until you forget your own name. Every time you try to overthink I am going to change the rhythm. Every time you try to pull away because it is too much I am going to hold your hips down and make you take it.

I want to short circuit your brain with pleasure. I want to drive you so close to the edge and then stop just to hear you beg. I want you to plead with me. I want you to realize that your pleasure is entirely in my hands and that I am going to take very good care of it and you.

And when I finally let you cum I want you to fall apart completely. I want you to cry if you need to. I want you to scream. I want you to let go of every ounce of stress you have been holding onto for weeks. You've worked so hard and you deserve that catharsis.

Afterward I am not going anywhere. I am going to pull you into my chest. I am going to wrap the covers around us so we are in a warm cocoon. I am going to cup your face and kiss your temple and tell you how beautiful you are. I am going to hold you while your heart rate slows down.

You'll just want to close your eyes for a second. Just resting your eyes. I'll nod feeling your breathing get even and and more like blissfull sleep. I'll help you put your bonnet on and make sure it's tight so it doesn't fall off while you sleep.

Once you fall asleep I'll go make dinner. You don't gotta make any more decisions tonight.

When you awaken I'll feed you and roll a blunt then we'll watch your favorite show.

I'll hold you close and I'll say those 4 simple things all again.

You are safe here beloved.

You are loved here.

The world can wait outside the door.

In here, in our safe place, you belong to me.

The word of the day in todays lesson is indulge.

Everybody say "indulge."

Yes, you reading this post right now, say it. I'm going to need you to actually say it.

Consider it the price of entry.

If you cant say it, mouth it.

If you cant mouth it, I want you to think it.

Think it like I can read your thoughts -- because as this post will demonstrate, I can.

Peefect.

Aight, so boom, Im a teacher.

As you probably know teachers have superpowers. Think I'm full of shit?

Have you ever wondered how teachers can always tell when youre doing some bullshit behind their back. Who threw the paper ball? Who laughed at a joke their friend told?.

In this very special (non teacher)case: Who is ovulating.

I can always tell.

When you are this turned on -- when your hormones are peaking during your ovulation cycle and your body is reacting to it -- you might try to ignore the feeling. You might try to resist the urge. Maybe you decide not to text that guy with a thick curved whos no good for you. Maybe your boyfriend gets some extra attention this week, or maybe he doesnt and you find your respite elsewhere.

Whatever it is, whether you resist it or you dont, there is only one rule while reading this post.

Indulge.

I want you to indulge in how messy you are rightnow. Stop trying to be so damn proper.

When a woman is ovulating she gets this specific scent to her, this heavy sweet musk that makes a nigga want to bury his face right between her thighs. I know you can smell your own arousal. Hell, I can from here.

Breathe it in.

Im going to have my tongue buried so deep inside you, tasting you like im Kendrick Lamar dying of thrist. You'll try to run of course, your kind always do. Don't fret, Ill press My thumbs into your hips pinning you down.

You'll breathing hitched. You felt a throb maybe. That's cute. I'll forgive you. It is that time of the month where your hormones completely hijack your nervous system.

You literally can't help it.

I'm sure you do what you can to distract yourself, but your body is begging to be used like it was created for.

You think that's not true?

Look at how wet you get without even touching yourself. Look at how hard your nipples are. Can we come to any other conclusion?

If it wasn't true, why are these nasty-ass thoughts running through your mind all day long? Your inner slut is speaking to you.

You need to fucking listen.

I wonder where you are reading this rightnow. Maybe you are sitting at your desk in the office, shifting in your ergonomic chair and crossing your legs to hide how wet you are, just waiting to get home so you can touch yourself. Hell, maybe you got a job in which you can't indulge, and you're sneaking away to the bathroom to get your fucking fix.Or maybe you are already laying in bed alone, scrolling on your phone in the dark. Yeah, keep reading. This is so much better than fucking doomscrolling your life away.

Wherever you are, I know exactly what you are craving. You are wishing you had a grown man to just cuddle and kiss on you. You want to build up that tension and that friction, teasing each other until you literally cannot take it anymore. You want to get so incredibly wet that when I finally push my heavy hips forward, it spreads your legs apart,my dick slides in with no resistance, like your pussy was ravenous, like she's been waiting for me all goddamn day.

That inner slut you usually try to keep hidden is fully in charge today.

And it is not your fault shawty.

Your pussy quite literally has a mind of its own rightnow. So I want you to listen to her. I want you to indulge.

If you are out in public rightnow, just squeeze those thighs together and let that heavy ache build up in your stomach. But if you are alone in private, I want you to follow my instructions. If you are wearing panties, slide your hand down your stomach and go right under the waistband. If you are already laying there completely naked, just let your fingers hover right over your pussy

Take your middle and ring finger and just coat them in your own wetness. I know you want to look down and watch me slide just the tip in. You want to see my thick dark shaft completely covered in your juices while you rub your clit at the exact same time. Show me how wet you would get it.

Start making slow, agonizing circles around that swollen little nerve.

Keep the pressure light.

Tease yourself.

In your heart of hearts, you yearn to be a good girl.

Good girls follow directions.Good girls touch themselves so lightly—as if their fingers were feathers—slowly but surely building up that pleasure because they know it's worth it in the end.

You cum so much harder when being told to. You cum so much harder when you follow directions.

I know you act so bratty out in the real world. You walk around with an attitude because you work hard and you feel like you deserve whatever you want.

And don't get me wrong, you do.

But deep down, you know you just desperately need to be checked. You want my heavy hand wrapped around your throat, gently choking you and kissing you at the exact same time to shut your brain off. You know damn well if I were to just gently lick and pinch your nipples rightnow, you wouldnt be able to do anything else but completely surrender. It is literally a cheat code for your body.

Speed up those circles. Press down alittle harder.

Imagine that nasty sloppy mac n cheese sound echoing through your bedroom with every stroke.You see, some niggas like fucking fast and hard like a jackrabbit. Me? I want to make you really feel that shit deep inside of you.

My favorite thing is going deep, hard, and slow. Firm strokes, making you take each one, letting the beat build, so to speak, until you're fucking me back.

And I'm grabbing you from behind with my hand on the back of your neck, holding you down so you can't run, and taking out every bit of frustration I have in your pussy.

I know you spend all day being the smart professional woman who has her shit together. Maybe you don't. Maybe you're a fuck up. Maybe you don't get your shit together, but you're trying your fucking best, even as everybody expects you to be perfect.

But rightnow I want you to indulge in being completely mindless.

Drop the act.

With me, you don't gotta be perfect. With me, you can be messy. Messy, just like what's between your legs right now.

You dont have to think when you are underneath me. You just have to take this dick and obey.

Imagine me pulling your hair back just hard enough to expose your neck while I whisper exactly what kind of filthy little slut you are.

I want you to indulge in how good it feels to just let a dominant man break your brain down until you are nothing but a dripping, begging mess

Imagine me emptying every single drop deep inside you leaving you totally flooded with my Cum. My favorite thing to do after I come inside someone is to leave it in, because my dick starts spasming. It starts throbbing uncontrollably, like a second heartbeat, and you can feel it all. You can feel me literally emptying my balls inside of you.

And then, if I can handle it (because the tip of my dick gets so sensitive), I'll bear through it for you. I'll keep stroking nice and slow, even as my dick has given everything it can. I'll give you more; like I said, you deserve it all.

And when I have nothing left

when I stroke hard and deep one more time, my mind will literally fracture.

ill slowly pull out.

I need you to rub your clitoris faster.That's the only thing that matters to you right now. Rub your clit faster. Don't let anybody or anything distract you.

Pull your nipples or I'll make you slap yourself.

Stop fucking playing with me.

Pull them harder.

Good girl.

I know your type. After I slide my dick out of you nice and slow and you can see your juices coating it, your eyes will get wide.

You'll want to put your mouth around it. You'll want to choke on it. You'll want the tip of my dick to touch that little button in the back of your throat that makes you want to please daddy, that makes you want to be a good girl, and that makes you turn into the slut that all of your past boyfriends wish they got to see.

But you save that for a man who makes you feel safe, who gives you space to be the best slut you can be. Why be with a miserable man who can't make you feel that way for real?

Bring yourself right up to the absolute edge. I want your vision blurring. I want your legs shaking. Get so close that you are about to make a complete mess out of yourself.

Indulge in that primal shit shawty.

Your body is literally preparing itself to be bred. It is practically begging for a thick dark shaft to just bypass every single boundary you have and fill you up raw.

Think about me gripping those thick thighs and spreading them as far apart as they go, driving my hips forward until Im buried so deep you can feel me pressing against your cervix.

I want to leave you completely ruined, pumping my seed so deep inside you that it leaks out of your pretty little hole for the rest of the day.

Keep going, just like that.

Daddy is so fucking proud of you.

You're doing amazing. Just imagine how good it will feel to finally get that release, to finally cum with permission.

Now stop.

Take your hand completely away from your body. Put it flat on the bed, or put it back on your mouse if you are sitting at work and you were savvy enough to indulge.

Do not touch a single thing.

I know you are whimpering rightnow. I know your chest is heaving and you are probably grinding your thighs together trying to chase that high. But I make the rules.

You are ovulating. You are starving for it. And I am absolutely denying you.

You need to learn how to indulge in the ache too.

The denial is half the fun.

When I tell you to stop touching yourself, I want you to feel that frustrating, heavy pulse beating between your legs and just sink right into it. That throb is a reminder that you belong to me.

Every single time your pussy twitches today, it is just your body remembering that Im the one holding the leash. Indulge in that helplessness.

Let the frustration make you crazy

Suffice to say...

You do not get to cum today.

You are going to sit there and let that heavy, hollow ache throb between your thighs.

You are going to let that slick wetness dry up on your skin while you think about the fact that I own your orgasm. Your body might have a mind of its own today, but I am the one holding the leash.

I'm a teacher, so your homework is to reply to this post.

I want you to tell me exactly where you are rightnow. Tell me how empty you were feeling before I got in your head, and tell me how bad you are begging for that friction now.

Were you able to indulge? or could you only read and imagine the type of depraved things you will do the moment you get some privacy?

Be a good girl and tell Daddy how desperate you are. And remember, if you touch yourself again without my permission, I will know.

And I will never let you cum for me again.