K, 27, captor with a side of sadism -- taboo, hard kinks, all concepts posted are between consenting adults and are fantasy -- DNI under 21, ageless, MAPS/zoos/etc

Forcing them to work your honorifics into their everyday speech patterns. Listening for the words to get caught in their throat as they eek out your title, anxious and scared others will judge them, turning you on even more.

Depriving the outside world of you, because there is no other that deserves to have their senses graced with your presence.

letting them memorize every inch of your skin through worship

aching for release, pet? go on, speak. use your words, you might get what you want. look at you, so pathetic, on your knees. say please.

Take away their autonomy and use them until you're satisfied. Undo the restraints and tell them they've been good for you. Watch as the fear washes away and they bask in the praise.

breed them before they leave. watch as they struggle to walk and sit comfortably in public. it was never your intention to allow them to leave your territory without others knowing they're spoken for.

A wince every strike. A small gasp. You're told to sit still while the switch continues to strike your thighs. Only twenty strikes, five for each word you spoke out of turn. "I can't take it" wasn't an acceptable answer, was it?

Matching the rhythm of the metronome with strikes. The paddle leaves a clear imprint, the skin underneath begins to bruise, having endured thus far. The pain takes away any conscious thought, letting you bask in the peace that is brought to you by a quieted mind.

"Disgusting. Get that smug look off your face before I slap it off." x "Pretty please, mister. You know you wanna."

Thigh fucking because you've been caught touching again and don't deserve to feel them inside you.

Service pets that don't leave their owner's side.

Letting you fuck the jealousy out of yourself, giving you toy after toy, until your mind is blank and you don't remember what set you off in the first place.

Prey doesn't deserve to speak. The only thing that should be heard is whines, whimpers, moans, and yelps. Each sound music to the hunter's ears. An eventual muzzle? Or eventually snuffing the light out? The end of the chase has yet to be determined.

Faux sympathy coaxing you into a soft headspace, letting you believe you're safe, only to be begging for it to stop by sunrise.

There's no forcing you to your knees. Oh, no, that's not how it's done. Gentle hand on your shoulder, light pressure, guiding you down towards the belt, instructing you to remove it slowly. Letting the anticipation build as you focus on removing the belt and undoing the zipper.

push. push against me. make it known that you're frustrated. make it known that nothing is going right. go on, I'll wait, I have all the time in the world, and only when you're done with your fit will I give you what you want - a boot between your legs and thumb between your lips

Guiding their hands and using their soft skin to get off. Making them watch and learn so that they're better at pleasuring you without instruction. Letting them practice as you watch, correcting them and seeing the smile on their face as they slowly catch on