Lauren♠️ (Nivel 7) mail warning

Switch - 5’ 7” - blonde - athletic build
I really like competitions. Down for bets and need someone who is going to talk dirty.
I’m bratty and i won’t submit easily. That being said if you say and do the right stuff i can be yours. If i win I like to play with you a bit afterwards and make you beg. If i loose I will be very open to whatever you want.

While this doesn’t happen often I can be a bit of a snowbunny 🐰 however I haven’t encountered any dominant enough to beat me.

Special: If you are interested then you can challenge my bf Josh. If you beat him then i will rp with you for a game. If you beat me and then decide to fight him and win then you can add something to either profile description.

I love being teased with porn, feel free to send teases to me anytime!

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For TWR/Classic

BREAK ME
manage to make me cum with all bars maxed (before the action is played) then my mind will be broken. I will stop fighting you and will become your subby fuck toy for the rest of the game, following all your commands.

BEAT ME
My main kinks are humiliation so whoever wins, don't hold anything back!

BREED ME
I also like breeding: boys and futas, creampie me to knock me up!

Kinks - degradation, bondage, teasing, bullying, spanking, wedgies, humiliation, pegging
Turn offs: Anything br, medical related
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Notable Games:

Fear Inoculum: I lost to Master Fear three times — each time the same: collared, marked, owned.
I wore his collar like a scar, his mark burned just above my thigh — a constant, humiliating reminder of my submission. But after months away, I trained, healed, and finally tore both off. I was ready to redeem myself. Confident. Defiant. Free. Until I faced him again.

This time, he didn’t play. He crushed me — my body, my will, my pride — all broken beneath him. I moaned his name before I even realized it. No fight left. No dignity. No escape.

I begged him to have mercy on me, but he ignored my pleas. He wasted no time collaring me again, slowly. There was no doubt in my mind now about my rightful place: I am nothing more than his bitch now, to do as he pleases with me.

He made me crawl to the mirror, point to the collar, and say it aloud: “I belong to Master Fear.”