Rb To Give A Flower To The Person You Rb This From

what if i kissed you on your little forehead and called you a cutie pie? what then?

One more “🥺” out of you and you’re getting whatever you want

atta girl don’t stop you’re gonna cum to my voice again aren’t you? god it turns me on so bad knowing you’re a pathetic wet mess addicted to listening to me jerk off for you

Subs who aren’t used to being touched so they squirm and whine and let out little gasps while daddy makes them feel things they didn’t know they could feel. Struggling to keep quiet while being shown what they’ve been missing out on

I need carrying around a stuffed animal friend to be normalized

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

Need to be put in subspace and roughly played with and gentle praise in my ears. God I can't take it anymore I need to submit somehow

Reblog to give me forehead kisses

need someone to give me an orgasm! i always squirm away from myself!

Friday afternoon

Your shoes were killing you. You’d been on your feet all day. Meeting, after meeting, after brain-rotting meeting. The sandwich they’d fed you was mostly tomato, and you had to pick it apart to take off the things you didn’t like. You managed to escape before Boring Manager Rob could ask you to work a bit over. Life is a drag from 8:00 to 5:00. Everyone drives two cars on Friday it seems.

But… on Friday afternoons? On Friday afternoon’s you’re Daddy’s for three whole days. You come home and throw yourself into their arms. No more work clothes - only pajamas, or onesies, or a t shirt. No more undies - only diapers, and MAYBE a pull up (if you’d earned it). No more responsibilities - just Daddy’s attention. This was freedom. This is who you are.