Today was so sweet—my kids painted me little flowers and called me their 'favorite teacher'... but now my mind won’t stop drifting to how badly I wish someone would ruin that perfect image. Pin me down, call me a worthless slut instead, and make me cry while fingering my tight little cunt raw. Fuck, just imagining my mascara running as I beg for more humiliation makes my nipples ache. Why does being treated like trash turn me into such a needy, clingy mess afterward? 🥺💦 (Also, yes, I kept their paintings—I’m not a total monster.)