I want to be claimed.

I want a man walking down the street to notice me and just know what a kinky, submissive, bitch I am just craving a Master’s control. I don’t want him to buy my flowers or take me on dinner dates. Well… I guess I do, what girl doesn’t like to be romanced at least a little. But that comes after he just takes me right then and there. My existence as cock hungry slut who’s gooned all her free will and self respect online means I’m only good to worship his cock.

Somehow I don’t see it coming. I’m surprised, maybe even fight back at first. But before long I likely realize that it’s inevitable. That I want this. Soon I’m moaning, begging, and drooling for the monster that is in his pants. Destined to spend the rest of my life as his personal fuck pet… or at least, until he grows bored of me.

How does he take me? I have a few ideas, of course: I’ve been thinking about this for quite some time. Ultimately that’s up to you. Jogging through the park with my fat ass spilling out of too-tight jogging shorts and massive tits stretching the limits of this sports bra.

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Good evening DPP! Brittany her, presenting myself as a human today, just to shake things up but of course anthropomorphic character lovers will go to the front of the line! Leaving this post vague because I’d like you to claim me however you see best!

Kinks: Male dom, spankings, CNC/dub con, public play, out door play, pet play, leashes and collars, ‘surreal’ or ‘unrealistic’ kinks, impossibly big body parts/insertions, and whatever turns you on.

Limits: Excessive pain, gore underage, R34/celeb.