Bad End Route Girl

28/trans woman/Lesbian/T4T

[bodega-catgirl]

Awesome anime actually this rules

[lillihammerdown]

The first thing I noticed upon waking up is that I was not in my bed as I expected to be, with things two through six coming shortly after; I was in the back of a van, the van is moving, I was tied up, and I could see a face in the mirror that is doubtlessly aimed so you could see me while driving and that, last but not least, I recognize the face in the mirror, despite having only seen it in photos. It's you and you're staring at the road and the horror in my stomach turns to, frankly, surprise that you really went through with it. I knew you wanted to for a long time(though I always suspected you were just joking, apparently you were serious) and you knew I wanted for something like this to happen for a long time. This isn't how I expected our first meeting in person to go, but seeing the grin you flash after you noticed I was awake this seems like the best possible way it could've happened. I must've let on the joyful disbelief I held because you laughed a laugh I wasn't familiar with yet and told me good morning and despite the circumstances I couldn't help but say it back like we usually tell each other. I stare at you for a long time through the mirror, entirely uncaring about where the van is driving(right now the world is you and me and the wobbly floor of the van) and I just ask you if this is it, and you say that it is and I'm still in disbelief so I just ask when we'll get there, though I suspect it will be a long time before I know where there is, and you tell me it's not long, which is good because I hate long car rides, even if they're with you. I'm excited.

[lillihammerdown]

Liked this one for the normal reasons

[postarie]

[wintertraumaposting]

"I'd never hurt you, precious," says the gentle domme who kidnapped you and keeps you completely helpless and dependent on her.

True to her word, she never hurts you. It doesn't matter that she thinks she's protecting you from everyone else. You're much too delicate to be allowed out, or for anyone else to even see. What if they did something to hurt you? Better to keep you safely locked away.

[wintertraumaposting]

Obsession

They're going to be mine, I think, hurriedly stepping into my apartment. They're going to be mine. I discard my outdoor things in a haze, not caring that they end up in a messy pile on the floor. All mine. I hurry to my bedroom, collapsing face-first onto my bed.

"They're going to be mine!" I growl-squeak into my pillow. I feel like a pressure cooker ready to explode with how I've had to restrain my excitement all day.

One of my hands scrambles around under my pillow for a shirt, their shirt. Perhaps it was irresponsible of me to take it. I did try to take one they wouldn't miss too much. Those anxious thoughts fade into the haze of their delightful scent.

Fuck I can't wait anymore. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, forcing my mind to focus. Patience. Just a little more patience.

Breathing in their scent twists the excitement within into something more eager, more urgent. It gnaws away at the foundations of my self-control. Fuck it. The work still to be done can wait. Right now, I need to take care of something more pressing.

Reluctantly, I shift position onto my knees and bring a firm pillow between my legs. Even with my eyes open, I can almost see them helpless beneath me. I just know they'll give in once they see how happy I can make them.

My skirt falls to either side of the pillow, and I start to rock my hips back and forth. Watching them for months has told me everything I know. The types of "content" they rabidly consume and the way they buck their hips like a wild animal while doing so have informed me of what they look for in a partner. It wasn't hard to shape myself into exactly what they desire, especially not when they're a helpless subby thing, practically begging to be led, to be controlled, to be mine.

I grind on the pillow harder. After my last foray into the dating scene, I know to expect resistance. That's why preparations have taken a painfully long time. I'll spare no expense on security for my darling. Once they understand how crushed I would be without them, they'll stay. They'll be good. They'll love me. They have to.

Harder and harder, I rock my hips. My breathing ratchets up in intensity. When they see how happy they make me, they'll have to give in. It's obvious we were meant for each other. Why has it taken so long for them to see that!? Maybe I'll punish them for that, playing hard to get. Then again, they're letting me prove how devoted I am to us being together.

"Fuck," I breathe out, shuddering with pleasure. Thinking about them as I ride away feels better than any lifeless orgasm I've had. Not much longer, and I'll have the real thing all to myself. Forever and ever.

My eyes flutter closed, and I sink into a horny jumble of thoughts about them. "You're gonna--fuck--gonna love the way I treat you." I make no attempt to restrain my voice or hide the dripping need. "You'll be mine. Mine! All mine!"

I'm so close. I bring their shirt to my face and breathe their intoxicating scent in. Flashes of all the twisted things we're going to do flutter through my mind. By the time the climax hits, I've lost control of my legs. I ride and ride and ride the pillow, longing for them to be between my thighs.

The orgasm forces through my body, Their shirt catches my greedy moans and desperate drool. Still, my legs rock back and forth, dragging out every last drop of pleasure. When my twitching at last calms, I collapsed onto the bed.

"You'll be mine..." I drift off into a happy haze, still breathing in their scent.

[wintertraumaposting]

Calling you to cuddle up to me on the couch and putting on a home movie of the day I took you. While I much prefer you as you are now, docile and *mine*, the fight you put up in those days was what endeared me to you. What made me want to keep you. What made me *need* to own you.

My fingers absently glide over your collar, settling into your hair. They scratch in small, rhythmic circles just the way you adore. Despite the flickering television showing scenes of your kidnapping, my eyes stay staring down at the prize in my lap. I can imagine each moment from the sound alone. You are infinitely more fascinating.

I wonder what goes through your head as you stare towards the screen. Do you even register that person as you? Are you confused why I'm showing you this scary tape? Do you feel like thanking me for taking you away from whatever came before? Are you wondering where that burning need to escape, to struggle, to fight for your life went? No matter I suppose.

You're *mine* now.

[ijwt-art]

All tuckered out

[holyrituals]

My purpose on earth is to give oral

[amiyayuri]

@7783__

[hnty026]

(#リコリス・リコイル ちさたき - P_RIXYのイラスト - pixivから)

[mayunie]

2014

[stellanix]

okay so like. exhibitionism, but instead of showing yourself off, someone else is stripping you and showing you off, like a prized object

[nonepronounwithlefthorny]

Since you've been going permalocked, I took this habit of blindfolding you during your clean-up unlocks. At first you were soooo embarassed, losing all control to what was done to your sensitive parts was a lot for you. But you accepted, because I told you that it was what's the best for you, and since you are so sweet, you believed me.

Then you got used to it. When I said the word, you'd just close your eyes and open your legs. I didn't even need to blindfold you anymore, you're such a docile pet, I know you would never want to disobey me. You even started to appreciate it. I was not doing anything sexy, just taking care of you, but that was a nice moment of trust and intimacy, and you always ended up feeling more relaxed at the end of the session. We would casually chat, about anything but what we were doing, and that became a pleasant moment of our daily life.

Months pass, and the effect of long term with them. You're becoming more submissive, needier too, but also more at peace with your fate and happier. Then you realize something. You cannot recollect when was the last time you saw your parts uncaged. Actually, you're not even sure to perfectly remembering what your parts look like, too. And did the cage changed them? Did it shrink? You're not sure. Now, when you picture yourself, it's always with the cage on. It has become a part of you, your identity. You always see yourself with it. Intellectually, you know that there is something trapped inside, denied. But physically, your sense of self has integrated the cage, to the point you could as well call it your parts. After all, it twitches and leaks when you're aroused, and that's all a denied pet like you may ever ask of it. At one exception, maybe.

You love your parts, now.

[transcockiness]

taking a girl's cage off to put your warm wet mouth on her clit, flicking your tongue on the tip, licking her cute cock until she's squirming, taking her whole soft clit in your mouth and bringing her to the edge before pulling your mouth off, giving her puffy desperate clit a little kiss, then replacing the cage, leaving her needier for release than ever

op is a transmasc nonbinary lesbian. no d-trans blogs allowed

[cumfilledkiwi]

Why can't I live in fantasy porn land where I can lose my cage keys and then just be trapped in a cage forever it sounds so hot

[travestito]

^ how it feels boymoding without a bra in 30c weather