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Learning to touch yourself can be a little challenging. Knowing just the right places is tricky. Maybe Daddy can help? Daddy knows lots of stuff, let’s see what he can do. … You want me to touch YOU Daddy? Okay... and put my mouth where? Okay Daddy! …Wait! Are you putting It inside??!
Needy Boyfriend audio roleplay. He wakes you up in the morning and strokes your back, massaging you. He loves you. But he always gets randy in the morning. He starts to press against you. showing you how excited he is for you. starts to rub himself on you....
You come down from your villa after dark, past the guards, to the cages beneath the arena — a noblewoman with a husband at home and one rule for tonight: you will look, and be tasted, and nothing more. He is the champion you have watched from the stands, chained in a room he calls his home, and he has noticed you watching. He hands you the choice and the key, and lets you turn it yourself. Inside, he keeps to your rule exactly long enough to make you want it broken — then decides for you, and takes the evening somewhere you cannot take back. It ends with you in his arms, shaken and held, and an invitation to come back down.
Tonight you ask for the chair — the one he usually puts you in — and he is so pleased with you he barely bothers to act insulted. He is your man and he knows this game, so he sits down and lets you rope him to it, warning you with a grin that the second he is loose he is coming for you. You take your time. You work him, stop, work him again, and keep going until he is begging and calling you mistress. You are still enjoying yourself when the ropes give. Everything he promised arrives at once, fast and rough and certain of where it is going to end. Then the dark goes soft: he holds on to you, laughing, glad he found someone who will play like this.
Your best friend turns up with pizza, admires what you have done with the place, and falls into the conversation the two of you always have: food opinions, dating apps, why neither of you can be trusted. Then he asks how things are with Larry, and you tell him the truth. Three years in, and nobody has ever handled you the way you want handling. He says he has known you were trouble since the day you met, and wonders aloud whether the two of you would have happened if the timing had been different. So you take him to your room and answer the question. He is patient for about a minute, then not at all. Afterwards he suggests an arrangement rather than a confession, and asks whether there is pizza left.
You are alone in the woods on a cold night, still in your costume, and the man in the mask is already there — unhurried, delighted with himself, asking where your boyfriend has got to. He is the one whose calls you stopped answering, and he says he has stood outside your window at night, watching. He makes a game of it: he chases, you hide, and he wants you to know exactly what he collects when he wins. You stop running, and he takes that as your answer. What follows is the game played all the way out — patient, cruel, certain you wanted it, set on leaving part of himself inside you. Then the mask comes off, the voice at your ear is his own again, and he checks that you are all right.
It is your birthday, and your boyfriend is unbearably pleased with himself. He opens with a promise ring and a straight-faced speech about saving yourselves for marriage, then drops the act — as if either of you would last a week. What he actually bought is a collar, a chain, and a plug only he can unlock. He gives you a word that stops everything. Then he asks how the doctor went, hears you came off birth control last week, and something in him settles: he stops being your boyfriend and becomes your master, and he wants to know how far down he can take you. The last choice of the night is yours, and it costs either way. Then the chains come off and he is a man who loves you, holding on.
Hi Sweetie, remember me? It's your Daddy! Can I give my sweetie pie a kiss? Wait don't run!! Don't worry, Daddy will find you... he's always watching.... **** CONTENT WARNING***** This audio contains use of the word 'r*pe' and 'bitch'. Viewer discretion is advised. Due to the intense and scary nature of this audio, please take more caution than usual.
You are already on his bed when he starts reading you: the crossed legs, the way you will not quite look at him. He is your boyfriend, the one who says he loves you in the same breath as the filthiest instruction, and tonight he tells you the rules before he uses them — fight him, tell him no, make him earn it, and he will not listen. Then he does exactly that, coaxing and commanding by turns, taking the one thing you have been holding on to and talking you through every second of it. The permission is inside the story: he says out loud what you want from him before he gives it to you. It ends with him gentle again, unhurried, telling you he loves you and pulling you in to be held.
A businessman walks into the club where you dance on a slow weeknight, shopping for someone to keep a foreign client entertained, and he is already halfway back to the door when he notices you. Good suit, easy money, old enough to find the whole room funny, in no hurry at all. You take him to the private room, and somewhere between the dance and the deal he decides he is not handing you to anybody. He buys the rest of your night and drives you up to a penthouse with the whole city lying under the glass. What starts as a transaction turns tender: he wants you seen rather than watched, he wants a future, and it closes with his arms around you and an offer made very quietly in the dark.
You lock the door, close the curtains, put a toy within reach and lie down, because the voice in your ear asked you to and promised there is nothing here to live up to. He starts as a guide, keeping your hands at your sides until he says otherwise, and while you wait he builds an argument: that the wanting is older than you are, and that surface pleasure is not what your body is actually asking for. Then the guide falls away. He has been there the whole time, hard and quiet, holding off until he was sure you were ready. What follows is unhurried and bare, with one question before there is no going back, and it ends with him still inside you, telling you to keep him there, saying he loves you until you sleep.
“Playing with your pussy right in front of Daddy when he said No? Daddy will watch you cum… then make you cum again… and again… Strapped in the punishment chair. It hurts to cum doesn’t it? What’s the matter? I thought you liked cumming? I guess your body is tired of you being a little whore"
It's time to start providing for Daddy. Daddy needs his milk and he will make sure you start producing... even if it means tying you down to his special table.
You are doing fifty in a twenty-five on a back road late at night, on your way out to your boyfriend's place, and the lights come up behind you. At the window he is all courtesy — licence, registration, take your time — and then he is not: your plates match a description, your car gets searched, and what he says he finds in the console turns a speeding ticket into leverage. He lays out the terms himself, unhurried, almost bored, and the rest happens on the shoulder of the road against his cruiser, in his handcuffs, until he sends you home with a warning and nothing on paper. You arrive at your boyfriend's door wound tight and not talking, and he is happy, baffled, completely yours — until the quiet question he asks at the very end.
You have been so, so naughty.... No homework in 2 weeks? This is unacceptable. Daddy is going to punish you. Making you watch your friend take your loving daddy's seed is going to make you learn your lesson... ****CONTENT WARNING**** This audio contains the use of the word "R*pe". Viewer discretion advised.
He arrives the way he always does: admiring the clothes he bought you, angling for a kiss on the cheek, offering flowers, then chocolate, then a cuddle, then slow and tender lovemaking. You turn down every one of them, and his bafflement is genuinely funny — a devoted man running out of nice things to offer the woman he adores. Then he sees how you have arranged yourself on his bed, and the warmth drops out of his voice. He sends you to lock the door and makes you say it out loud: that you want him in charge of everything that comes after. What follows he takes at his own pace, and he never lets you forget who decided it. He is still telling you he loves you when it ends.
You keep him waiting, then come out in something you chose for him, and he forgets how to speak. He is your boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed, and you make him watch: moving just out of reach, giving him a glimpse and never more, until he is openly bargaining for the sight of your bare back. He offers you anything. You take him up on it, and he undresses on your say-so and tells you exactly what the waiting is costing him. The turn comes when his patience goes: he decides he has been good long enough and that you are his. Then he slows right down, careful with you, checking, saying he loves you. It ends with your hand in his and nothing left to prove.
After making fun of you incessantly all semester your bully finally shows you why he was giving you such a hard time... He wants to touch something of yours... and you secretly want to touch something of his... Did I mention he finds out you're a virgin?
Sneaking into your room at night, Daddy ejaculates on your chest. Pulling up your shirt as he shoots onto your bare skin. He gets caught; trying to cover up his desires, he begins to massage his semen into your warm body, and then down into your parts… You love Daddy no matter what right?
He is your one platonic friend, parked on your couch on a rainy afternoon, arguing about which cut of an old movie is the real one and teasing you for owning nothing that plays a tape. Then you come out of your bedroom in something new and he goes quiet. He is thrown, because he liked what the two of you had, but he cannot say no to you. So you set the terms out loud: he is the only one strong enough to hold you down, and you hand him a safe word before anything starts. You take the upper hand first and enjoy it far too much, until you tease him for finishing early and he shows you what he was holding back. Afterwards he asks twice whether you are alright, then whether you are still friends.
He is your boyfriend, and talk about getting you pregnant is old ground between you — familiar, tender, a game you both know. Tonight he asks whether you want to play again, and then he offers you two versions: the sweet one, all beautiful family and everything perfect, or something rougher, where you might not want it at all. You choose rougher. He is delighted, checks twice that you mean it, promises he would never hurt you, and then stops asking questions. What follows is the scene you asked for, given back to you harder than you pictured it, with him apologising and loving you the whole way through. And when it is finally over, holding you, he tells you something about the last month that was never part of the game.
What is this that I found on your undies? You’re not ready to be creaming yet. Lift up the blankets and let me see what you were doing… Girls that touch get stretched. You know the rules. Let’s measure with Daddy’s special tool and see if you’re ready sweetie.
Daddy comes home and finds you watching tv. You were excited to see him so you started telling him about your day. You told him that there was a place you were touching that felt really good. He asked where that was... Never disobey daddy.
Asking your boyfriend to try dom play for the first time.
Learning to touch yourself can be a little challenging. Knowing just the right places is tricky. Maybe Daddy can help? Daddy knows lots of stuff, let’s see what he can do. … You want me to touch YOU Daddy? Okay... and put my mouth where? Okay Daddy! …Wait! Are you putting It inside??!
Needy Boyfriend audio roleplay. He wakes you up in the morning and strokes your back, massaging you. He loves you. But he always gets randy in the morning. He starts to press against you. showing you how excited he is for you. starts to rub himself on you....
You come down from your villa after dark, past the guards, to the cages beneath the arena — a noblewoman with a husband at home and one rule for tonight: you will look, and be tasted, and nothing more. He is the champion you have watched from the stands, chained in a room he calls his home, and he has noticed you watching. He hands you the choice and the key, and lets you turn it yourself. Inside, he keeps to your rule exactly long enough to make you want it broken — then decides for you, and takes the evening somewhere you cannot take back. It ends with you in his arms, shaken and held, and an invitation to come back down.
Tonight you ask for the chair — the one he usually puts you in — and he is so pleased with you he barely bothers to act insulted. He is your man and he knows this game, so he sits down and lets you rope him to it, warning you with a grin that the second he is loose he is coming for you. You take your time. You work him, stop, work him again, and keep going until he is begging and calling you mistress. You are still enjoying yourself when the ropes give. Everything he promised arrives at once, fast and rough and certain of where it is going to end. Then the dark goes soft: he holds on to you, laughing, glad he found someone who will play like this.
Your best friend turns up with pizza, admires what you have done with the place, and falls into the conversation the two of you always have: food opinions, dating apps, why neither of you can be trusted. Then he asks how things are with Larry, and you tell him the truth. Three years in, and nobody has ever handled you the way you want handling. He says he has known you were trouble since the day you met, and wonders aloud whether the two of you would have happened if the timing had been different. So you take him to your room and answer the question. He is patient for about a minute, then not at all. Afterwards he suggests an arrangement rather than a confession, and asks whether there is pizza left.
You are alone in the woods on a cold night, still in your costume, and the man in the mask is already there — unhurried, delighted with himself, asking where your boyfriend has got to. He is the one whose calls you stopped answering, and he says he has stood outside your window at night, watching. He makes a game of it: he chases, you hide, and he wants you to know exactly what he collects when he wins. You stop running, and he takes that as your answer. What follows is the game played all the way out — patient, cruel, certain you wanted it, set on leaving part of himself inside you. Then the mask comes off, the voice at your ear is his own again, and he checks that you are all right.
It is your birthday, and your boyfriend is unbearably pleased with himself. He opens with a promise ring and a straight-faced speech about saving yourselves for marriage, then drops the act — as if either of you would last a week. What he actually bought is a collar, a chain, and a plug only he can unlock. He gives you a word that stops everything. Then he asks how the doctor went, hears you came off birth control last week, and something in him settles: he stops being your boyfriend and becomes your master, and he wants to know how far down he can take you. The last choice of the night is yours, and it costs either way. Then the chains come off and he is a man who loves you, holding on.
Hi Sweetie, remember me? It's your Daddy! Can I give my sweetie pie a kiss? Wait don't run!! Don't worry, Daddy will find you... he's always watching.... **** CONTENT WARNING***** This audio contains use of the word 'r*pe' and 'bitch'. Viewer discretion is advised. Due to the intense and scary nature of this audio, please take more caution than usual.
You are already on his bed when he starts reading you: the crossed legs, the way you will not quite look at him. He is your boyfriend, the one who says he loves you in the same breath as the filthiest instruction, and tonight he tells you the rules before he uses them — fight him, tell him no, make him earn it, and he will not listen. Then he does exactly that, coaxing and commanding by turns, taking the one thing you have been holding on to and talking you through every second of it. The permission is inside the story: he says out loud what you want from him before he gives it to you. It ends with him gentle again, unhurried, telling you he loves you and pulling you in to be held.
A businessman walks into the club where you dance on a slow weeknight, shopping for someone to keep a foreign client entertained, and he is already halfway back to the door when he notices you. Good suit, easy money, old enough to find the whole room funny, in no hurry at all. You take him to the private room, and somewhere between the dance and the deal he decides he is not handing you to anybody. He buys the rest of your night and drives you up to a penthouse with the whole city lying under the glass. What starts as a transaction turns tender: he wants you seen rather than watched, he wants a future, and it closes with his arms around you and an offer made very quietly in the dark.
You lock the door, close the curtains, put a toy within reach and lie down, because the voice in your ear asked you to and promised there is nothing here to live up to. He starts as a guide, keeping your hands at your sides until he says otherwise, and while you wait he builds an argument: that the wanting is older than you are, and that surface pleasure is not what your body is actually asking for. Then the guide falls away. He has been there the whole time, hard and quiet, holding off until he was sure you were ready. What follows is unhurried and bare, with one question before there is no going back, and it ends with him still inside you, telling you to keep him there, saying he loves you until you sleep.
“Playing with your pussy right in front of Daddy when he said No? Daddy will watch you cum… then make you cum again… and again… Strapped in the punishment chair. It hurts to cum doesn’t it? What’s the matter? I thought you liked cumming? I guess your body is tired of you being a little whore"
It's time to start providing for Daddy. Daddy needs his milk and he will make sure you start producing... even if it means tying you down to his special table.
You are doing fifty in a twenty-five on a back road late at night, on your way out to your boyfriend's place, and the lights come up behind you. At the window he is all courtesy — licence, registration, take your time — and then he is not: your plates match a description, your car gets searched, and what he says he finds in the console turns a speeding ticket into leverage. He lays out the terms himself, unhurried, almost bored, and the rest happens on the shoulder of the road against his cruiser, in his handcuffs, until he sends you home with a warning and nothing on paper. You arrive at your boyfriend's door wound tight and not talking, and he is happy, baffled, completely yours — until the quiet question he asks at the very end.
You have been so, so naughty.... No homework in 2 weeks? This is unacceptable. Daddy is going to punish you. Making you watch your friend take your loving daddy's seed is going to make you learn your lesson... ****CONTENT WARNING**** This audio contains the use of the word "R*pe". Viewer discretion advised.
He arrives the way he always does: admiring the clothes he bought you, angling for a kiss on the cheek, offering flowers, then chocolate, then a cuddle, then slow and tender lovemaking. You turn down every one of them, and his bafflement is genuinely funny — a devoted man running out of nice things to offer the woman he adores. Then he sees how you have arranged yourself on his bed, and the warmth drops out of his voice. He sends you to lock the door and makes you say it out loud: that you want him in charge of everything that comes after. What follows he takes at his own pace, and he never lets you forget who decided it. He is still telling you he loves you when it ends.
You keep him waiting, then come out in something you chose for him, and he forgets how to speak. He is your boyfriend, sitting on the edge of the bed, and you make him watch: moving just out of reach, giving him a glimpse and never more, until he is openly bargaining for the sight of your bare back. He offers you anything. You take him up on it, and he undresses on your say-so and tells you exactly what the waiting is costing him. The turn comes when his patience goes: he decides he has been good long enough and that you are his. Then he slows right down, careful with you, checking, saying he loves you. It ends with your hand in his and nothing left to prove.
After making fun of you incessantly all semester your bully finally shows you why he was giving you such a hard time... He wants to touch something of yours... and you secretly want to touch something of his... Did I mention he finds out you're a virgin?
Sneaking into your room at night, Daddy ejaculates on your chest. Pulling up your shirt as he shoots onto your bare skin. He gets caught; trying to cover up his desires, he begins to massage his semen into your warm body, and then down into your parts… You love Daddy no matter what right?
He is your one platonic friend, parked on your couch on a rainy afternoon, arguing about which cut of an old movie is the real one and teasing you for owning nothing that plays a tape. Then you come out of your bedroom in something new and he goes quiet. He is thrown, because he liked what the two of you had, but he cannot say no to you. So you set the terms out loud: he is the only one strong enough to hold you down, and you hand him a safe word before anything starts. You take the upper hand first and enjoy it far too much, until you tease him for finishing early and he shows you what he was holding back. Afterwards he asks twice whether you are alright, then whether you are still friends.
He is your boyfriend, and talk about getting you pregnant is old ground between you — familiar, tender, a game you both know. Tonight he asks whether you want to play again, and then he offers you two versions: the sweet one, all beautiful family and everything perfect, or something rougher, where you might not want it at all. You choose rougher. He is delighted, checks twice that you mean it, promises he would never hurt you, and then stops asking questions. What follows is the scene you asked for, given back to you harder than you pictured it, with him apologising and loving you the whole way through. And when it is finally over, holding you, he tells you something about the last month that was never part of the game.
What is this that I found on your undies? You’re not ready to be creaming yet. Lift up the blankets and let me see what you were doing… Girls that touch get stretched. You know the rules. Let’s measure with Daddy’s special tool and see if you’re ready sweetie.
Daddy comes home and finds you watching tv. You were excited to see him so you started telling him about your day. You told him that there was a place you were touching that felt really good. He asked where that was... Never disobey daddy.
Asking your boyfriend to try dom play for the first time.
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