r/kinkysapphics

I know I can be alot of things, but lately ive been feeling more kitty than puppy.

and i like being a kitty but im more of puppy so I guess im just half kitty I like to be a good kitty :3 meow!!!

Maeve's gentle right hand grabbed my wrist as we walked through the door, her foot effortlessly kicking the door closed with a click. Her firm grip on my wrist forcing me to turn as she backed me into the wall, my back hitting the wall wth a soft thud. Her body towering over mine. She grabbed my other wrist and held them both over my head in her right hand as her leg invaded between my thighs, placing pressure where I desperately needed it. I attempt to grind against her thigh but her left hand presses my hip into the wall making it impossible, causing me to let out a disappointed groan.

"Annalise" she whispered into my ear, the way she said my name it was a warning "are you going to be a good girl now? Are you going to let me take care of you?"

all I could reply with was a whimper, overwhelmed by desire.

"Hmm I guess you don't want it that badly then princess, you poor thing not wanting mommy's cock" she teases in that tone that makes my legs weak as her thumb rubs my bottom lip while my hands are still imprisoned.

"p-please" is all I manage to say my mind cloudy with desire

"Uh-uh baby, you gotta use your words" her hand moves from my lips down my body teasing my nipples on the way down, her hand slipping under my dress to feel the side band of my panties, fidgeting with the band.

"Mommy please, fuck me pleaseeee" I give her the fuck me eyes I know she cannot resist.

She stepped back with a click of her heels, crossing her arms and observing me in her all black power suit.

"Knees now, take off your heels too" I gently shake off my heels and kneel not wasting a second, subverting my gaze to the floor watching mommy's feet glide away. She returns placing my collar around my neck, gently moving my curls out of the way before pulling them forcing me to look at her. She then kisses me firmly before pulling away and spitting into my mouth as I accept every drop.

"That's it beautiful" her praise is my oxygen, "I knew you could be my good girl." "Arms up, I want to see you without your dress" I comply immediately desperate to just get fucked already, I feel like I could orgasm from the wind. Maeve lifts my dress off of me effortlessly, she is careful to not touch my body only the soft silk of the dress glides up my skin.

I wine with need hoping it would make her fuck me sooner, "Princess if you can't keep quiet, I will need to make you be quiet" my breath hitches, she notices and looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

I raced to apologising, "Im sorry mo...." but she cuts me off
"You're not very good at listening, are you?" I look at her confused, "I told you to keep quiet yet you spoke." She reaches into the back pocket of her trousers retrieving a ball gag, she then swiftly places it into my mouth and tightly does it up at the back of my head.

....This is getting kinda long... might write a pt2... this part was kinda vanilla lol

(TW: Mdlg vibes, no explicit consent [however as the subject of my own fantasy I can tell you it's consensual lol])

My wife comes through the door after her work day. The dinner I've made is on the table, the house smells like lemon cleaner and champagne candles, and my favorite playlist plays in the kitchen. I pop out from around the corner in my little blue apron and house slippers, wisps falling from my messy bun and a bit of biscuit batter on my cheek. I hug her and help her remove her boots and coat.

We sit at the table, and she tells me about her day in between bites of food. I try to pay attention, but her button up's sleeves are rolled to her elbows and I'm captivated by her forearms and the way they move as she eats, and I know she knows I'm noticing. I clear the table once we're done and excuse myself to the restroom.

When I come out, my favorite plushies are on the couch, fionna and cake is on the television, and the lights are dimmed and warm. I feel my eyelashes flutter. My breath stutters, and everything in my mind fades besides the song that's been rattling around in there since ten A.M. and this warm fuzzy feeling, like a hug inside my brain. My wife walks up behind me and gently grips the back of my neck. And now even than pesky song is fading away.

"Hey angel, why don't you go change into something comfier?" She gestures towards some folded clothes on the couch--my little satin nightgown and too-big fluffy sweatshirt with the little bear ears sewn on the hood. I don't have to think about it at all, my feet and hands follow her directions as naturally as my heart beats. She straightens out my hood and kisses my forehead.

I sit on my cushion in front of the couch, feet tucked under me, and sip my juice and watch my show while she brushes and braids my hair. It makes me feel electric when she takes care of my hair; every brush of her fingers against my ear makes my breath hitch, and every tug makes my thighs clench while I wonder if she tugged on purpose or if she has no idea at all what sort of a tizzy she's got me in.

But when she ties my hair in place, gently rubs my shoulders, and slides her hands down down down over my chest to tweak my nipples, I know. I know she noticed how I squirmed, heard the half-silent whimpers. And I know she's relishing the fact that she can get me so worked up just braiding my hair.

And... And now I know nothing, now as she lifts my hoodie to flick my nipples and attach the clamps. The hoodies comes off but the gown stays on, shifted awkwardly under my boobs so my mommy can use the clamp chain as my leash. Oh, she's in a mood. I can see it in her eyes, that loving evil glint. Most days she gives me gentle orders and extra seconds for her words to work their way into my slow small mind. But today she pulls the chain without words, and I yelp and scramble to my feet to avoid being lifted by my tits.

I catch sight of myself in the hallway mirror. My knees weaken with the rush of humiliation--my boobs stretched, my nightgown immodestly arranged, my cheeks flushed and lips parted. She sees me looking and stops in front of it, wrapping my braid around her fist and tugging my head back. I look into my Mommy's beautiful eyes. I love her eyes. The color of safety. She spits on my face. Slips a finger inside my underwear. The sounds I make is half surprised, half moan.

"Goodness, princess," she murmurs. "So messy. What's got you so worked up?"

As if she doesn't know. I can't respond, all I can muster is another moan and halfhearted babbling. She cuts me off with a slap, and my eyes roll back in my head.

I don't remember how I made it to the bed, but now I'm bent over the end of it and she's attaching the spreader bar to my ankles, and now the cuffs to my wrists, and, finally, she removes the clamps. A little sob escapes me when my nipples are freed. I feel a breeze on my bum as mommy lifts my nightgown over my hips, and a sharp smack distracts me from my stinging swollen tits.

There's a pause in the sensations, and I can hear her preparing... Something. Suddenly there's a cold, wet feeling pressing into my bumhole. I start to squirm, whimpering objections, but she spanks me again--harder--and pushes the plug a bit more firmly. It's a size bigger than what we usually use, I can tell, and it's uncomfortable. A couple tears escape me as I struggle against my restraints until mommy puts her phone in front of my face. I become distracted by the video it's playing immediately. She knows it's so easy to redirect my focus, and I hardly even notice now the cold lubed metal invading me. I've become properly fascinated by my video, especially now that I've noticed it's subject is me.

It's a two minute recording from the indoor cameras mommy set up to keep an eye on me while she's at work. She's in the video, too. The date in the corner says this was filmed last Thursday, and I don't remember much happening that day, so I don't really know why she's showing me this.

In the video, mommy asks me to pick up the coloring supplies I'd strewn around the living room. I shake my head now, I stick out my tongue, I toss a crumpled coloring page and it bounces off of her shin.

And now, as the plug finally slides into place, I realize why I've ended up in this position.

(To be continued, probably 🎀)

is it possible to have a platonic dom/sub relationship? the idea interests me.. and maybe it would lead to more or maybe it wouldn’t. I don’t even know entirely what it would include; I guess non sexual touching if that’s what agreed on, maybe teasing and stuff. maybe things like getting bossed around or told what to do.

has anyone had a relationship like this?

Hii, has anyone here written their own contracts within their dynamic? Me and my gf were considering it awhile back and I was looking into it but alot of it is just men and femdoms if ykwim. I want the perspective of other sapphics.

I never actually met anyone who was into them and was wondering how common it is to actually be apart of a dynamic during sex, would love to hear your experiences:3

Cw: illegal betting ring, extreme masochism, sadism, genitalia torture, mentions of death, threatening, brat taming, impact play, bruising, dacryphilia, scent play, werewolves, monster kink, spit kink, mentions of blood, breath play, cnc, dub con, overstim, humiliation, degradation, praise, restraints

I yawn softly as I lift my head from the pillow on the couch where I took a nap. I check the time as I sit up, brushing my messy hair from my face. I groan as I see it’s about time for the stupid event my friends are determined to get me to go to. I stand up and head upstairs to get ready, deciding on jean shorts and a crop top. I put my hair up and out of my way and turn on my vanity light, taking my time to do my makeup as I finish waking up from my nap. I grab my purse and throw my vape, lipstick, and hand mirror inside. My ‘just incase’ mini bag already inside it. I spray on some perfume and wait for my friend to pick me up.

The event is off, there’s no bouncer, no bag checks, and definitely no concession stand. I sigh softly, already regretting not getting anything to eat beforehand. There’s a betting stand though, I get up on my tippy toes to peek over some heads to see if the stand has any snacks. Sadly, I see nothing. I huff as I wait in line with my friends, they’re talking about something and I’m just spacing off, it’s not like they expect me to be social. I’ve trained them to not expect much talking out of me when there’s an event over 10 people going on. I wait less than patiently as the line moves slowly, it’s loud in here and I’m ready to escape. I check the line to see how far we are from the booth.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I interrupt my friend’s heated debate on if hotdogs are sandwiches, wraps, or a new category.

“Uh… over there” my friend points to a sketchy hallway and I nod.

I walk over to the hallway, it’s grimy and smells like sweat and dirt in the hallway. There’s multiple doors, two for changing rooms separated by gender, a storage closet, and a women’s and men’s restroom. I head into the women’s restroom, despite the disgusting hallway it’s not too bad in here. not great, but not absolutely disgusting. I head to the sink and check up on my makeup, the counter being high enough that I have to get up on my tippy toes to lean over and see my makeup close up. A stall door opens and I glance through the mirror to see who it is. You come up beside me to use the sink next to me and I awkwardly get down from my tippy toes. I wash my hands and dry them off on my shorts since the paper towel dispenser is empty. I glance at you again as I leave, trying to remember your appearance for later. I awkwardly go back to the line with my friends and when it’s our turn they place their bets then we head to the arena to sit down. I sit inbetween my friends like a child and wait impatiently for the match to start, it’s a bit odd with the set up. The ring kinda looks like I need my tetanus shot after just looking at it, and the people here all kinda look sketchy. I mean I know I’m with my sketchy friends but god damn this is extreme. What the fuck did they just get me into? I see you and another fighter walk out into the ring, and I take a moment just to appreciate the beauty of you in boxer’s clothing. Your hoodie and baggy pants are no longer on and you’re wearing some shorts and a sports bra. I silently thank the lord for the view.

The match starts and a guy in a shitty ass hoodie and jeans shouts what feels like imaginary words and numbers as the fight goes on. I swallow hard as I see your muscles move with you, each hit landing with what seems like sparks. I’m definitely seeing through rose colored glasses but fuck it you’re so hot it’s sending warmth down between my legs in public. My breathing stutters as I see the person land a nasty hit on you, and it completely halts when I see your face. I force myself to take a breath and look away from that intense look on you, the feeling it’s giving me is sinful. When I look back there’s shouting and angry crowd members as you take the person down in what looks like an awful way to go. I look back away and glance at the exit as the winner is announced. I murmur something to my friends about needing to get something and leaving the musty arena. I head outside past the bouncer and head to the alleyway, it’s dark, grimy, but isn’t overran by the smell of sweat and mold so it’s an improvement. I open up my purse and take a hit of my vape, leaning my head back against the wall and sighing softly. I need to stop hanging out with these friends. I get out my phone and lazily scroll on social media while leaning against the wall, it’s better to be out here than in that fuck ass place. Time passes both slowly and too fast out here it seems, like a daze that I wish I could not be in. I hear footsteps and glance to my side, seeing you. You’re back in your baggy hoodie and sweatpants. I put my phone away and take a hit of my vape, blowing it in the other direction.

“You left early.” You pull out a pack of cigarettes and light one.

“I saw you won, isn’t that the end of the match?”

“Mm… maybe for you. Not for the rest of us.” You take a long drag and blow it out slowly.

“You really beat the shit out of that guy…” I mutter.

“Would you prefer I lost?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you put a bet on the other guy?”

“Nope, I don’t gamble.” I sigh softly.

You scoff, “Then why are you here?”

I hesitate, looking you in the eyes for a moment before looking away, “my friends dragged me here.”

“Some friends you have. Taking you places you clearly don’t like.”

I shrug softly and stay silent for an uncomfortable amount of time.

“…why be friends with them?”

“That’s none of your business” I go back to staring you in the eyes.

You groan, “dude why am I out here with you even???”

“You tell me.” I scoff.

You run a hand through your hair and sigh, “you were staring pretty hard at me earlier. Did me winning ruin that moment?”

“You going at that guy like a rabid dog definitely didn’t make you appealing.”

“Fuck I’m sorry…” you pause, “actually forget it. I don’t know why I’m apologizing. I have my reasons for doing that.”

I shrug, “I apparently am a good person to apologize to. It’s all I hear anymore.”

“Ouch. that’s gotta suck.”

I laugh, “maybe. I’ve stopped truly paying attention.”

“That’s… a way to do that.” You take another drag of your cigarette, “so, why were you staring at me?”

I roll my eyes and take a moment just to look you up and down, “why not? You’re attractive.”

“Oh yeah?” A smirk lights up your face and you move to face me more.

“Mhm.”

“Well you’re quite the pretty thing.” Your eyes scan my body, “definitely prettier than I’ve seen in awhile around here.”

“Well that’s your fault for being in a place that smells like dirt, b.o, and mold…”

Your jaw clenches a bit, “I have to do what I have to do.”

“Don’t we all?”

“Yes, so why are you making it sound like I’m lesser than?”

I laugh and roll my eyes, “sorry I’m just fucking with you,” I lean back against the wall, “though I am curious about why you’re here.”

You step closer, your hands on either side of me on the wall, “family business.”

“Ooo so you inherited a love for getting fucked up?” I reach up and my thumb brushes your busted lip.

“Not a love. If it was difference circumstances I’d enjoy this though.” You lean closer.

“And what would that be?” My voice lowers.

You pause, “…if this was a professional arena. Not…” you hesitate for emphasis, “this.”

I nod, “so… are you done for the night?”

“I can be. For you.”

“Well… I’m hungry.”

“I can make some pretty killer food… if you come home with me.”

“mm… good offer but I’d rather take you back to my place since I have this feeling your place is… similar aesthetically to this place.”

You hesitate, “okay maybe I do live a bit in the ghetto. But my actual apartment is nice, just not the complex.”

“And that’s okay but I live in a full on house…and we wouldn’t have to worry about neighbors hearing us.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you live with anyone?”

“Nope. Except my cat.”

You nod a bit and take another drag of your cigarette and blow it away from me. I smirk and move my hands up to your shoulders and wrap my arms around you, pulling you in closer to me. You groan softly, your hands moving to my hips and step closer to me. I pull you into a gentle kiss, letting you build the passion and lead it. I melt into the taste of cigarettes and chocolate. You pull back slightly to speak against my lips in a low tone.

“Chocolate?”

“Mhmm… it’s my favorite vape flavor.”

“Weirdo.”

“does it not taste good?”

“… it does but it’s still odd.”

I shrug softly and you press me back up against the wall, kissing me with the kind of intensity that is only shown in movies or pornos. I groan softly as your lips move from mine and down to my neck. I tilt my head to give you access as you keep kissing my neck, taking your time as the alleyway seems to get even darker as midnight approaches. You nip at my neck, biting me gently in a way that sends sparks downwards.

“Mmm… fuck” I mutter as I lean my head back against the wall.

Your lips keep moving against my neck, massaging out all tension and leaving me panting and letting out little swear words. You pull back and press a kiss to my forehead.

“Do you wanna head to yours?”

“Mhm… please…”

“Your car or mine?”

“I don’t have a car so yours.”

“So you have a house but not a car?”

“Duh.”

You sigh, “okay whatever.”

I smile and shrug, following you out from the alleyway to the parking lot. I shoot my friends a text that I’m going home with someone and to not worry about me. You open the passenger side door and I get in, letting you shut the door. I reach over and open the drivers door from the inside and then buckle myself up once you get in. You get buckled up and start the car, glancing over at me.

“So, address?” You hand me your open phone.

I enter my address into your maps app and set the route for you, handing it back after I’m done. You nod softly and start driving.

“This is a fairly nice car for such a neighborhood.”

“Yeah well people know not to mess with my family so.”

“So lemme get this right, you have a nice ass car, but live in a sketchy ass neighborhood?”

“So lemme get this right, you don’t have a car, but have a house?”

“Okay fair enough.” I mutter and look out the window.

One of your hands moves to my thigh and you gently stroke my upper thigh as you drive. I swallow hard as I feel myself get wet in anticipation. Your fingers work my body in a way that I haven’t felt in a while, the urge to take off my clothes getting stronger. I glance over to you to see your eyes on the road, not even seeming to be paying attention to me. The car ride is filled with tension and the sound of my soft breathing and my legs shifting to try and escape your hand. We eventually reach my driveway and you pull in and stop the car. I unbuckle and lean over, kissing you and moving onto your lap. You groan and kiss back, your hands going to my hips and pulling me closer against you. I gasp and grind down against your lap, my hands moving to your hair and pulling you in until it feels as if we might merge bodies. Your hands move to my ass, groping it and guiding me to keep moving against you needily, the proximity making my body feel like it’s on fire. I move my kisses down to your neck and you groan and move your head back, exposing your neck for me. I kiss it softly, nipping and sucking on little bits of skin. I leave a small hickey near your collar bone and pull back.

“Please… inside or let’s get in your backseat.”

You groan, “fuck. I can’t wait. Get back there.”

I nod and move to your backseat, and you slap my ass as I move back there through your front console. You move back there too and take off your hoodie, revealing your sports bra. I groan and take off my crop top then my shorts as you take off your sweatpants. I pull you in to me by the waistband of your boxers and then pull you into a kiss. Your hands move across my body, landing on my hips. I groan softly and my hands go to your bra, my fingers slipping under it. My hands cusp your breasts and my fingers toy with your nipples as I bite your lip teasingly. Your hands go to my ass and lift me a bit too easily to wrap my legs around your waist. I groan as your fingers toy with my panties, rubbing my clit through the thin material. I groan as you slip your hand under my panties and press a finger in. I push your bra up and start kissing your breasts, letting you finger me as I suck and kiss on your nipples. I roll my tongue around one as I pinch and roll the other with my hand. I listen to the moans that come out of your mouth as I touch you, getting wetter around your fingers. I groan and grind up against you as you curl your fingers just right, sending my head backwards in pleasure as I arch my back. You take the opportunity to kiss along my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I roll my hips against your fingers needy for more. You press me against the leather backseats, they’re cold in the night but quickly heating up with our bodies. I moan and drag you up for a kiss, it’s sloppy and clearly built off lust for more. I moan against your lips, clearly getting closer, my pussy twitching and getting wetter as I feel my orgasm approaching rapidly. I ride your fingers through my orgasm, groaning and rolling my hips down. You kiss along my neck as I ride out my orgasm, making me feel heavenly. You slowly pull your fingers out after I cum and bring them to your mouth, licking them slowly and teasingly while maintaining eye contact.

I swallow hard as I watch you shift backwards, sitting back on the seat and spreading your legs. I groan and sit up, shifting to be ontop of you, I kiss you, tasting myself on your tongue. Your hand goes into my long hair and you push me down from your mouth to your crotch. I kiss you through your boxers, licking you through them teasingly. I remove your boxers then situate myself between your legs my tongue goes to your clit, circling it slowly and teasingly, sucking you just slightly into my mouth, just enough so that it’s just the clit. I salivate as I lick you, my eyes looking up at you as I’m buried in your pussy. I lick your pussy, slow and steady, my tongue is flat as I lick the full thing, from your vagina to your clit. Your fingers tangle into my hair more and moans escape your mouth as you press me down further, grinding against my face. I go back to your clit as you let out desperate moans, your grip tightening even more as you rut against my face. Your hips stutter as you clearly get close, letting out swear words and mumbling praises.

“Fuck baby, come on… mh… yeah I’m so close…”

Your back arches as you cum on my tongue. Your hips grind forward desperately as you ride out your orgasm on my face. I pull back after you finally let go, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high.

“God damn it angel, you did so well.” You sit up slightly and give me a kiss.

I hum and kiss back gratefully. Your hand gently pets my hair and I lean into the touch as you trail the kisses to my jaw. I am practically a purring cat in your hands the way I’m leaning into your touch lovingly. You pull back slightly.

“Put your clothes on. Let’s go inside.”

I nod and hurriedly put on my clothes as you put yours on, then I stumble out of the backseat as you grab your backpack and get out a lot more gracefully than me. I lead you to my front door and unlock it with my keys and shut the door behind us. I take off my shoes and flick the front room’s lamp on.

“I’m home.” I announce to an almost empty home.

My cat comes running to the front room and sniffs you, purring and full body slamming into me lovingly. I crouch down and pet her as you take off your shoes.

“What’s her name?”

“Bitty.” I say lovingly as I pet my calico.

“Shes pretty, like you.” Your eyes trail me.

I smile softly, flushing under the dim lighting. I stand up and shut off the lamp and head to the kitchen and flick on the dim oven light, guiding you with me to the cabinet as I grab cat food and fill my cat’s bowl and check her water fountain. Once I’ve done that I grab your hand and drag you to the stairs, guiding you upstairs to my room. I open my room’s door and turn on my lamp. I shut the door behind us and sit down on my bed. You follow me to my bed and sit next to me.

“This feels vaguely intimate.” You laugh softly as you look around.

I nod softly as I lean closer, “because it is… round two?”

“You’re quite horny. All sex, no talking?”

“Mmm… yeah. Take off your clothes and let’s talk while fucking.”

You roll your eyes but take off your shirt clothes infront of me, letting me watch as I take off my own clothes and lay back. I admire your body in the dim lighting as you move ontop of me, capturing my lips in a soft but firm kiss. I slowly lean back, leading you further on top of me. Your hands move to my thighs, gently groping them. I whimper and spread my legs further, you groan and move down to kiss my thighs.

“Ya know, the look you gave me while I was fighting… was not one of pure disgust…” you kiss my inner thighs in a way that makes me want to push into you.

“Mmm… maybe I like the way you look during it. Just a bit.”

“Just a bit?” You laugh softly.

“Just a bit.” I guide you to my pussy, “now please?”

“Please what?” You kiss just an inch off of where I need you.

“Please eat me out…” I whine pretty pathetically.

You laugh softly and slowly kiss to my clit, finally giving me the sweet sensation I need. I grind against your face as you eat me out, my hands gripping the sheets in desperation. You move my legs to your shoulders and I whine as my thighs tighten around your head. You growl against my pussy, a deep reverberating sound that sends vibrations right where I need them. My mind goes fuzzy on the details of it instead of truly thinking about how a human makes such an animalistic sound. My hips grind up against your face as I cum on your tongue. You let me ride out my orgasm on your tongue and slowly move back.

“Mm… you taste wonderful.”

I breathlessly pant as I lay back, my legs falling apart uselessly. You scoot up and kiss my neck gently.

“Mm… I’m sleepy.” I mutter.

“Wanna go to bed?” You gently rub my hips with your thumbs.

“I need to showerrrr”

“Then let’s go shower.”

I sigh dramatically and you get up and pick me up princess style. I smile softly and poke your jaw.

“Ooo… I didn’t know me pouting would get this… might have to pout more.”

You roll your eyes and carry me to my bathroom and set me down. I start the shower and get in after it heats up. You enter after me and I pin my hair up and start washing my body. Your hands take over, washing me carefully. I lean into your touch like a needy pet, letting you wash me clean. I rinse off my body and wash my face as you wash your body then rinse off. I shut off the shower and grab my towel, drying off while tossing you a clean towel. Your eyes stay on me as I do my skincare routine, once I’m done I take my hair down and yawn softly, hanging up my towel and opening the bathroom door.

“… you just walk about nude after a shower?”

“Duh.” I say as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

You scoff and follow me to my room. You drop the towel in my dirty laundry bin and I get my pajamas on as you put on your boxers from before. I put my decorative pillows behind my silk pillows and get into bed, scooting over and letting you move in next to me. I move into your arms and rest my head on your chest. My eyes flutter shut as your hand gently pets my hair, I let myself soothe into your touch until I eventually fall asleep with the sound of your heart in my ear.

The next morning I wake up before the sun and nuzzle your chest, listening to the rise and fall of it. My body stays relaxed into your gentle embrace, part of me yearning to stay here and sleep for longer. The other part knows I need to get up. I sigh softly and slowly sit up. Your eyes open and you sit up.

“Awake finally?” Your eyes scan me.

I nod softly, deciding it’s too early for speaking. I get up and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee as you lay back in bed and check your phone. I come back and pick out my outfit as you message people back.

“I have to get going soon.” You groan.

“Mm… why?”

“Family things…” you run a hand through your hair, clearly frustrated.

I shrug, “fine with me. Do you want coffee before you go?”

I pull on my clothes as you get up and grab yours to put on.

“Uhh… no. It’s best I get going now. Before I leave let me get your number.”

I nod softly and take your phone and input my number and save it under my name. You take your phone back and put it in your pocket. Your hand moves to my throat and you pull me into a passionate kiss. I kiss back, letting you guide me into a state of submission. Once you pull back I look up at you with blown pupils.

“I’ll text you sweetheart.” You promise.

I nod softly and guide you downstairs and then out of my house, I watch you pull out of my driveway and then go down the street before I close my door and feed my cat. I pour myself coffee and sit on the couch, falling asleep before I’m able to drink my coffee to wake up.

Around noon I wake up and see your messages.

Hey… I enjoyed last night.

Sorry if this is weird but I’d like to take you out on a date

Just let me me know if you’re interested

I read the messages over and over, typing out a reply before deleting it and setting my phone down. I yawn and stretch, going
to clean up the house as a distraction.

Around midnight when I’m deep asleep the sound of scratching at my window wakes me. My cat wakes up and hisses at the window, her tail puffs up and she lets out a low growl. I sit up rapidly and look out the window, right outside the window is an odd looking wolf. I freeze, the wolf’s eyes are staring into mine, they’re oddly human looking. The wolf snarls and paws at the window again. I swallow hard and scoot back, my cat still attempting to be big and tough. I grab her by her scruff and pull her into my arms, slowly getting up from my bed and walking backwards with my cat held protectively in my arms. The strange wolf paws at my window further and of course my stupid ass forgot to lock my window so when the wolf paws upwards at the window, it opens. My cat growls more and I quickly move out of the room with her and shut the door. I toss my cat in the room with the key in the deadbolt and lock it quickly. I stand outside the door, hoping if the wolf sees me it won’t care about her. The wolf of course gets my door open and snarls, staring me down. The wolf moves closer and I step back, my back against the wall. The wolf growls low and warning as it moves closer and smells me. I shiver and shut my eyes, trying to not think about it. I hear the sound of bones popping and snarling, a sick sound that almost makes me gag. I flinch when I feel a very warm hand touch my cheek.

“Open your eyes.” your voice comes through.

I open my eyes, tears streaming down my face as I sniffle.

“You ghosted me.” Your hand slips down to my throat.

“I-I…”

“Shut up. You’ve seen what I am now.” Your hand tightens around my throat, “I should kill you.”

More tears come down my face and for a second I see pity in your eyes.

“But I can’t.”

“W-why…”

“I said shut up,” that deep chilling growl comes through again, “but if you must know… you’re my fated mate. and you just ghosted me. I can’t kill you, but I can punish you.”

I whimper as I look into your eyes, crying pathetically as you hold me by my throat. You let go of my throat and grab me by my arm and drag me back over to my bed and toss me on it. You slam my door and lock it before going to the window and shutting it and locking it properly. Your jaw is tense and as I slowly stop crying as much I notice your eyes are different, they’re animalistic. The full moon shines through my window illuminating every move of you. You move on-top of me, your muscles shifting with every movement as you crawl on-top of me like a predator hunting its prey. You take off my nightgown and toss it to the side. Your lips come down to my chest and when I think you’re just about to kiss my body, your teeth sink into me. I gasp out and attempt to push you away. You pull back, the bite mark forming into a bruise quickly from your jaw force. You flip me over and drag my hips up so I’m in doggy, then you grab my wrists and hold them with one hand so tight that it feels as if I might bruise. You glance around and see my handcuffs peeking from my nightstand’s drawer. You open my nightstand and see my full set of toys. You first handcuff my hands behind my back before riffling around in my drawer. You let out a little chuckle and pull something out.

“This’ll work.”

I feel my dildo press against my entrance and squirm. You pull it back and move down, your tongue going to my vagina. I whimper and attempt to squirm away but you pull me back, licking me in a way that arouses me a bit too much. You pull back and press kisses up my spine. Your lips ghost my ear.

“If you need me to stop, say red. Yellow for slow down. Green for keep going if I ask okay?”

I whimper as I feel the dildo press against me again. I nod softly in acceptance and you press it in, I squirm and spread my legs to let it in easier. You start fucking me with the dildo and I squirm as it hits every spot in me that I need to feel way too good. You lean back a bit to view my pathetic state as you fuck me with the dildo. Your hand comes down hard on my ass. I jolt and attempt to squirm away but you just grab my hair and push me into the mattress and fuck me at a more rough pace with the dildo. I whimper as you lean down and bite my shoulder, your teeth sharp and your jaw too strong for my sensitive skin. Despite the pain I can’t help but see stars, the mix of pain and pleasure melting into pure pleasure. My pussy makes lewd sounds as you fuck it with the dildo, my pussy getting wetter to accommodate the dildo along with in response to the too good pain. You let go of my shoulder and growl, letting go of my hair and slapping my ass again. At this point my mouth is partially open as I drool onto the sheets. My legs trembling from the force of your possession. You slap my ass again, harder this time, leaving an angry red mark. You lean over me, your chest pressing against my back, your free hand snakes around to my front and grabs my nipple hard, pulling it so hard that I feel the pain shoot through my body. I whimper as you twist it just right to make me see stars.

“Fuck… are you a masochist? Pathetic.” You growl and pinch my nipple harder.

I shiver and shake my head, “n-no… stop…”

You groan and bite my shoulder, the bruising force of your jaw mixing with the dildo hitting my cervix painfully, and being amplified by the sensation of your fingers pinching and tugging at my nipples. The smell of you mixing with mine like you’re marking me as your property, and your weight pressing me against the mattress in a dominating way. I sob out as I cum on the dildo, embarrassingly moaning nonsensically.

“Pathetic.” You mutter and kiss my spine.

I rest my head against the bed as you slowly pull the dildo out. Just as I’m about to relax you flip me over and slap me across the face, I gasp as my cheek lights up red.

“We’re not done.” You spread my legs and I whimper as you pinch my clit.

I squirm a bit as you pinch me just enough that it stings but not enough to hurt too bad. You groan and kiss me possessively, your hands moving to my thighs. Your nails dig into the skin on my thighs as you kiss me at a bruising force. You pull back and grab my jaw, making me open my mouth. You spit in my mouth and make me swallow.

“Goddess… you really are perfect for me. So masochistic that you’re just taking what I give you.”

I whimper, my cheeks stained with tears, my brain no longer able to focus on anything for too long.

“You almost done? Color?” Your hands stroke my thighs gently.

I take a second before mumbling out, “green… keep going…”

You let out a breath, your eyes filling with an animalistic lust. You lean down and kiss me, you grab the dildo and press it into me again, taking your free hand’s thumb and pressing my clit hard. I whine as my clit gets tortured, my mind fuzzy with pleasure even with the pain. You kiss my neck and leave possessive hickies and kisses across it as you fill my pussy while overstimulating my already too sensitive clit. It hurts in the sweetest way that makes me want to beg for more but also for you to stop. You groan and pull back from the kiss and remove the dildo and your hand from my clit. I pout at the loss but you just move down between my thighs and bite down hard on my inner thigh, when you pull back it’s already bruising quickly. My eyes are flooded with tears when you move your mouth’s attention to my pussy, your tongue coming out to lick me just right to have me melting at your embrace despite all the punishments you’re giving me. I sob out as your hands push my legs apart, your nails digging in as you eat me out. I squirm and as your wet warm mouth makes me see heaven I’ve yet to see from even the most honest prayer. I sob out as I cum on your tongue almost instantly, you let me ride out my orgasm on your mouth and when I finally slow you pull back.

“Mm… now let’s see if my punishments were affective. Are you mine?”

“N-no.”

You slap me across the face hard, and my head snaps to the side. I whimper as I look back at you, my cheek bruised and my bottom lip quivering as I cry.

“Let’s try this again. Are you mine?”

I shiver a bit, “y-yes.”

You smile a bit and kiss my forehead, “there we go. Now was that so hard?”

I shake my head, still crying and shaking a bit. You pull me up easily to sit up and uncuff me. Your hands gently rub my red wrists and you kiss them so tenderly. You gently wipe my tears away.

“You okay?” Your eyes stay on mine, they’re normal again, less animalistic.

I nod a bit and you gently go to the bathroom and grab a warm washcloth and clean me up.

“Where’s your first aid kit?” You gently wipe between my legs.

I gesture to under the bed and you get up and get it out from under the bed. You take your time patching me up, carefully bandaging any accidental scrapes or cuts, and putting ointment on all my bruises that you caused. When you’re done you grab me some pajamas and dress me. You kiss my head gently as you pull the covers over me before releasing my cat from the other room. You check on her gently, petting her and making sure she’s not too spooked before coming back.

“You did so well baby.” You hand me my waterbottle from my side table and watch me drink.

I nod softly and hand it back when I’m done. You set it down and lay next to me, you pull me into your chest and kiss my head, your biceps wrapping me in a protective embrace.

First ever post on anything on reddit and idk where to start. I came out last year as a lesbian to most people in my life. It's been so too long since I've had any kind of even slightly romantic/sexual interaction with anyone and it's really starting to get to me. The NEED to submit is overwhelming sometimes and I just cry because I don't have anyone. I've been on the dating apps with no luck, talking to people for months otp and through text but when the time comes to ask if they want to go out it's crickets or they backtrack and apologize. I live about an hour from the closest major city with a lesbian bar, money is tight and the city I live in has no queer anything (red state). I feel so isolated. I'm 27, about 5'7" and plus size (size 18/20), alternative fashion sense more fem leaning. I don't lead with my being a submissive, unless their dating profile is sex forward. I just needed to let this out somewhere and I hope this is the right place to do that. Thank you to whoever reads this and understands 🫶🏻 I can't be the only one.

Edit: Thank you to the people who have commented in support so far, and the people who have been nice when DM'ing me. Yes I'm looking and open for a domme but DO NOT DM me expecting complete submission in the first 10 minutes of interaction without knowing anything about me 🚩 I may be new to this but I am not new as a sub.