SoSquishy​{Owned}

masochist female

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INFP-T ~ I’m 5’2 with a thick, curvy build that’s all soft curves in the best ways, think lush hips, a full, rounded backside, and ample cleavage that gives me that classic hourglass shape I own with ease. My black hair’s wavy, falling around my face with bangs that hover over my hazel eyes, which always seem to have a little spark. I’ve got a nose ring that adds a bit of flair. My skin’s got a warm tone with a few freckles, and my lips tend to sit in a natural pout.

Life keeps me on my toes. I’m always hustling at work, juggling a million responsibilities that leave me buzzing with energy I need to release. That’s where my bratty submissive side comes in; it’s my perfect escape, that cheeky pushback and sweet surrender letting me unwind and just be, shedding the weight of the world for a bit. When I’m not diving into that, you’ll find me lost in my creative flow, sewing up little projects that spark joy or tending to my houseplants, coaxing them to thrive like they’re my quiet companions. I chase adventure on the trails with hiking, feeling the earth under my boots, or bouncing over rugged paths in off-roading thrills that get my blood pumping. And when I really need to melt away the chaos? I slip on my headphones, let the music wrap around me for hours, drifting into my thoughts like a private reverie where everything slows down and makes sense.

I’m all about that brat energy, loving the cheeky push against the edges with a sly little grin. I get lost in the thrill of being bound tight, feeling those coils wrap around me like a secret embrace, sinking into the pull. As someone who yields control, I chase that quiet rush of letting go, easing into it with a soft breath. My masochist side hungers for the bite of sensation, letting each sharp spark light up that inner fire. There’s a raw thrill in embracing the humiliating rush, and my devoted side pulls me toward acts of service, offering myself up with quiet intensity. That wild, hunted instinct sets my pulse racing, drawing me into the chase like an untamed game, while my adventurous curiosity keeps me itching to test new waters. It’s this intoxicating blend of defiance and release that defines my dance with BDSM.

No scat, no watersports, no animals, no age play. full stop. Nothing illegal!

A torture that does not end in death is, in the long run, the most terrible of all tortures: it is the torture of hope.

Sep 7, 2025