Obsessive Octave

"You're so cute, how am I supposed to hurt you?"

That's the point. I'm bait. You are supposed to look at me and see how cute I behave, how sweet and naive I am, and to want to ruin me for it. I'm a lamb for the altar, the question is if you're sharp enough to be the dagger.

Break me, I'm yours.

Corrupting an Angel

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Tags: She/Her pronouns, Empty Spaces, Angel Posting, CNC, Abuse.

- writhing with pleasure, leaking holy fluid from between her legs as she's taken. A mother panting heavily, practically drooling as she exercises her right to the fruits of her labor.

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- for mortal hands.

A maker filled with rage, taking her angel by the throat and shoving her down.

Forcing her other hand up and roughly feeling up her angel's wings, her melodic voice begging her mother for mercy and her goddess for forgiveness.

An angel twitching and- 2/3

A maker tirelessly at work creating an angel, taking a step back and viewing the beauty of their own little piece of divinity!

Reaching out to touch her wings only for her new creation to take her hand in her own, holding it in place and telling her maker that they're not- 1/3

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On the Formation of Angels.

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Tags: it/it's pronouns, magic, empty spaces.

The answer to the question "Am I being to strict with her?" is perpetually no. It will never not be no. I need it.

I want the fear of god put into me for daring to do something without permission which was perfectly fine for me to do yesterday. I need it to be unfair, and when I point out that it is I need to be punished for it.
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I need to be told "no" when I beg to cum. I need to be told "shut up" when I make stupid puns and to be punished harshly and disproportionately the instant I step a toe out of line.

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I feel like people don't know how to treat me.

People see me being all soft and cute and they don't understand that I am a thing that is designed to be mistreated. My entire body thrums with the need for structure and abused, the stricter the better.

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Bad Dog, Good Heifer: A Guide to Obedience Maintinence.

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Tags: Hucow, Dehumanization, Brainwashing, it/it's pronouns, pet play, puppy play, t4t, milking.

- explain to your mother why your sister's head was shaved bald and she had a neuroport at the base of her skull at the next family gathering.

Fucking brat.

- knew it would be difficult to keep your work brain from taking over if she was in your apartment in the state she was in. How was what happened next your fault? You tried to warn her but she knew you just couldn't say no to those sunken puppy-dog eyes of hers. Now you had to find a way to -

- pilots as human when filling out after-combat reports at home? Well that was nearly an impossible ask. So when your little sister, as scrawny and sunken eyed as she was, asked to stay with you while she recovered from her recent hospital stay, you were hesitant. You -

Taking your work home is all well and good if you're an office worker, but can be dangerous as a handler in the pilot program. It can already be difficult to slip out of the cold, calculating mindset you need to work with the bioware you do, but to view anything resembling your frail and vacant -

A flawed being, imperfect to some but unblemished in the eyes of their dominant.

An angel of a slightly different shape, but an angel nonetheless.

An angel of a slightly different shape.

A halo worn as a collar, a symbol of pride rather than a burden of inadequacy.

Wings with light gray feathers, tainted ever so slightly with impurity.

Divinity born of devotion, a being not of holiness, but of their dedication to their dominant.

Can a dykebreak girlie and a boyfake twink really fall in love?

Devotion is built to be tested. Hurt your toys. Run them into the ground, torture them, let them suffer in the hands of others. It's so delicious to watch a poor thing hopelessly devoted to you screaming for your forgiveness as they're taken against their will by someone they don't know you've sent.

- can never come to pass.

- beautiful thing, truly, to be loved. It's also incredibly inconvenient. You can look into the face of someone and know, that in a just universe your last thoughts would be processing the pure sadistic euphoria in their eyes as they snap your neck only to have to sit with the sad reality that this-

It isn't easy to express to someone who loves you that you fantasize about them killing you. Why would it be? The fact that they love you means they want to keep you around as long as possible, to experience you and enjoy your company for the rest of your days, and for the rest of theirs. It's a-

Copper creeping up my tongue, the taste of metal permeating my mouth as I look back up to you. Sweet sanguine drips from my quivering lips as my pleading gaze implores you to stop. The crack of flesh on flesh fills the air once more, the searing pain reminding me that we're only done when you are.

Carving your name into the flesh of your mutt so she never forgets who she belongs to. Tears flow down her cheeks as she begs you to stop, promises never to stray, only for her voice to die in her throat when you slap her and firmly tell her to stay still while you work.