More from Mya

• I dream of Chewy

  July 24, 2025

  Mya had always been in control. At work, at the gym, even in her friendships—she kept her cool. But lately, that control was slipping in the most deliciously dangerous way.

  It started with the dreams.

  They came out of nowhere, vivid and raw. Every time she closed her eyes, there he was—Chewy. Her long-time crush, the man with the deep voice and smoldering gaze that lingered too long when they talked. In her dreams, he wasn’t just looking. He was touching. Commanding. Tasting.

  She’d wake up in a mess of tangled sheets, breathless, her thighs slick with arousal. At first, she laughed it off. But the dreams kept coming—hotter, more intense, more real. She couldn’t stop thinking about the way he gripped her hips, the way his mouth dragged down her neck, teasing just above her pulse before taking her with a slow, aching hunger. His voice, a low growl, always whispered her name: Mya…

  One night, the line between dream and reality blurred.

  She was deep in sleep, body already shifting with need. In her dream, Chewy had her pinned beneath him, his body heavy with lust. He spread her open slowly, savoring the way she whimpered beneath his mouth. In real life, Mya’s hand drifted down between her thighs, fingers slick with heat, stroking herself in rhythm with the dream.

  She moaned his name aloud.

  Chewy.

  The sound of it in her own voice—desperate, breathy—made her tremble. She could feel the sheets pushed down to her hips, her shirt twisted up under her breasts. Her body moved on its own now, riding the edge of pleasure, chasing that peak she only seemed to reach in dreams of him.

  When she came, it was with a shuddering cry, hips lifting off the mattress. It left her drenched and gasping, fingers still trembling from the force of it.

  And yet… she didn’t feel ashamed.

  She felt alive.

  The next morning, Mya couldn’t look at Chewy the same way. Every glance, every casual touch, every smirk—it all fed the fire. She couldn’t help but wonder: did he know? Could he feel what she dreamed of? Could he smell her desire ?

  Or was it just a matter of time before she stopped dreaming…
  And started acting. 

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• Get on your knees, you pathetic little worm

  July 12, 2025

  “Get on your knees, you pathetic little worm,” I said coolly, my voice like silk over steel.

  He whimpered in the dim light of my basement—a man who once strutted through the office like he owned it. Now? Bare, trembling, kneeling in a pool of his own sticky shame, clutching his useless little cock as if that would protect him. His eyes were glassy with humiliation. Mine were hungry for retribution.

  I circled him slowly, my robe hanging open just enough to let him ache. Satin whispered against my skin as I leaned in close, letting the scent of my power drown him. “Did you really think grabbing my ass in the breakroom was power? Trying to trade my body for a promotion?”

  He shook his head frantically, lips quivering. I smiled.

  “You begged to come over. You didn’t even hesitate. One text and you were knocking at my door like a good little bitch in heat.” I walked behind him, letting the thick, obsidian toy drag across his back. He stiffened when it grazed his spine. “You thought I was going to reward you. You thought I was going to suck your cock.”

  I crouched behind him, voice dropping to a whisper, “But I don’t serve men like you. I break them.”

  He gasped as the tip of the 9-inch toy pressed teasingly against his untouched hole. His hands clawed at the floor, breath coming in short, shuddering bursts.

  “I want you to remember this the next time you think about putting your hands where they don’t belong. You’re not in control anymore.”

  And with that, I pushed him further—not just physically, but mentally. Slowly, methodically, deliciously degrading him into the whimpering little sissy he always wanted to be.

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