- queer and genderweird. sort of like if a weird little gay man was also a bisexual mommy domme. 3 years or so on T.
- switchy, bottom-leaning, in an open triad. primarily a service/toy pup and a kitten owner, but i get around wrt different kinks. big fan of bleakness and misery in my scenes.
- rack, prick, nmik, ykinmkatok, etc.
stuff i might post this blog includes but is not limited to: petplay, bondage, impact, cnc, hypno, various types of edgeplay, incest, ageplay, gore, snuff, some very light feedism, and a LOT of piss. for blacklisting purposes, several of these will be tagged with the word and a slash (ex. "piss /")
don’t interact: minors, maps, terfs, swerfs, etc. i don’t really care what you’re into unless you’re actively harming nonconsenting parties; none of my tastes are value judgements, they're just what i do and don't like.
i interact from potholefullofsoup. you can message me if you want to know my other kink socials. or if you just want to chat with lil old me :3
you can actually trick flirty tboys into letting you breed them by baiting them into a wrestling match and using your entire body weight to trap them against the ground so you can rape their greedy cunts full. nono, don’t listen to the screams for help: he’s just being a tease :3
sore-loser tboy crying and whining and pounding his fists against your shoulders while you hush him and pump another load in his achey, throbbing hole :( :( :( :( :(
one of my favorite things to do is fuck someone with a full bladder. i love watching the way their face changes when i’m inside them and i’m pressing against their bladder.
the buildup is part of it. watching them drink water. knowing what’s coming. seeing them get more and more full. fidgeting. crossing their legs. that desperate look when they ask if they can use the bathroom and i say no. not yet.
that moment when i finally have them on the bed. legs spread. already shaking. and i slide inside them for the first time. watching their whole body tense. their mouth falling open. that sharp intake of breath. not just from the stretch. not just from being filled. but from the pressure. from feeling the strap or my fingers pressing right against their full bladder.
their eyes going wide. that desperate little whimper escaping before they can stop it. hands immediately gripping the sheets. or my arms. or anything they can hold onto. trying to ground themselves. trying to adjust to everything they’re feeling at once.
i love how they’re already squirming before i even start moving. already struggling. hips shifting. trying to find a position that’s less intense. but there isn’t one. trying to adjust to the fullness. to the pressure. trying to remember how to breathe. how to hold it. how to do both at the same time.
and then i start fucking them. slow at first. just gentle thrusts. watching. learning how much they can take. watching their face for every reaction. the way their eyebrows furrow. the way they bite their lip. every time they clench around me. every time they gasp. knowing they’re fighting their own body. fighting the urge to let go.
the way they try so hard to stay still. to not move too much. because moving makes it worse. makes the pressure more intense. makes it harder to hold. but they can’t help it. their body betrays them. their hips move anyway. rolling slightly. chasing the pleasure even though it makes holding harder. even though every movement makes them more desperate.
i love reaching down and touching their clit. or rubbing where they’re most sensitive. watching them immediately tense. whole body going rigid. “no, please, i can’t if you touch there…” voice strained. desperate. but i do it anyway. slow circles. steady pressure. because i want to see them struggle. want to watch them try to hold both the orgasm and their bladder. watching their face contort. trying to decide which need is more urgent.
that first leak. fuck. that’s my favorite part. watching their face go from intense concentration to shock. eyes going wide. mouth opening. realizing what just happened. then embarrassment flooding in. face going red. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i couldn’t…” and i just keep going. keep fucking them. keep touching them. “it’s okay, baby. let it happen.”
because that’s when they really start to lose it. when they realize they can’t hold it anymore. when their body just takes over. and they leak more. little spurts with each thrust. and they’re so embarrassed but so turned on and they can’t stop either one. can’t stop the leaking. can’t stop grinding against me. can’t stop moaning.
pressing down on their lower stomach while i’m inside them. right where i know they’re fullest. feeling them tense immediately. hearing that desperate cry. watching their face crumple. watching more leak out. watching the wet spot grow. completely helpless. their body doing what it wants despite how hard they’re trying to control it.
“you can’t hold it, can you? poor thing. feels too good. too much pressure.” watching them shake their head frantically. tears forming in their eyes. overwhelmed by all of it. “i’m trying so hard…” voice breaking. “i know you are, baby. but you’re going to let go for me anyway.”
fucking them harder now. purposefully. deliberately. making it impossible to hold. each thrust pushing against their bladder. each movement forcing more out. watching them completely lose control. leaking continuously now. not just spurts anymore. steady. making such a mess. sheets getting soaked. too far gone to care anymore. just needing.
and the sounds they make. those desperate whimpers. those embarrassed moans. the wet sounds of me fucking them mixed with the sound of them leaking. the way they say “i can’t stop” over and over like they need me to know. like they need permission to lose control. like they need me to tell them it’s okay.
the way everything is more intense for them. every thrust hits different. deeper. harder. because of the pressure. every touch overwhelming. their clit so sensitive. their whole body more sensitive because of the fullness. because they’re right on that edge of too much. because every nerve is on fire.
watching their thighs shake. their stomach muscles tense and release. the way they arch their back. the way they can’t keep their eyes open. can’t focus on anything except the sensation. the pressure. the pleasure. the humiliation. all of it mixing together.
watching them get close to cumming while they’re still leaking. still losing control. their moans getting higher. more desperate. body tensing in that specific way. “please, please can i cum now?” and making them wait. making them hold that a little longer. fucking them through it. touching them. pressing on their stomach. watching them struggle with one more thing. watching them try to hold their orgasm while their bladder has already given up.
and then finally. “cum for me, baby. let go of everything.” watching them give in so easily cumming while they’re still leaking. while they’re still making a mess. orgasm and relief hitting at the same time. their whole body convulsing. shaking. moaning so loudly. completely overstimulating them. more intense than it would be normally because of everything else. because they’re so full. so desperate.
working them through it. not stopping. letting them feel every second. watching them ride it out. watching the mess get bigger. watching them completely lose themselves in it.
the way they look after. hair messy. face flushed. tears on their cheeks. embarrassed. vulnerable. immediately trying to hide. to curl up. to cover the mess. and me pulling them close. “hey, you’re okay. you did so well, baby.”
needing to be held. needing to be told they did well. that they were good. that the mess doesn’t matter. that i wanted this. that i loved watching them lose control like that. stroking their hair. their back. grounding them. bringing them back.
that trust. letting me push them there. letting me make them lose control. knowing i’ll take care of them after. knowing i wanted this. wanted them exactly like this. vulnerable. overstimulated. completely at my mercy.
if you’re reading this and getting turned on. if your heart is racing. if you’re squirming. if you’re thinking about what it would feel like. the pressure. the fullness. the struggle. the inevitable loss of control. fuck. i want that for you.
want to watch you try to hold it. watch your face when you realize you can’t. watch you leak. watch you get embarrassed. watch you get more turned on because of the embarrassment. watch you completely lose control while i fuck you. watch you cum while you’re still making a mess.
because there’s nothing hotter than someone trusting you enough to let themselves be that vulnerable. that overstimulated. that completely at your mercy. that willing to let go of control because you told them to.
sweetheart, come here. get on your knees, my love. there you are, that's a good pet... unbuckle my belt. you heard me right, don't make me repeat myself. good, well done, now unbutton me. it's okay, I'm not gonna make you do anything, i promise. trust me, okay? pull my pants & briefs down, go on. there, good job... now watch closely.
don't look away. look at how thick & hard you make me. i don't want you to touch, just really look. watch me fuck my fist, baby. fix your eyes on what you do to me. I'm starting slow even tho i rly don't want to, know why? bc i have restraint. in fact, I'm showing a lot of restraint right now. instead of my fist it rly should be your tight little hole, shouldn't it? don't look away. look at what you make me do. this is on you. this is your fault. you should be grateful I'm only making you watch.
fuck, I'm actually close, you're just so fucking pretty. come closer. see how much precum I'm leaking? do you see how bad i want to put a baby in you? say "thank you for not raping me, sir". say it louder, you eager little slut. that's right, this is not rape. I'm just showing you what you fucking do to me, I'm not raping you. but i am going to cum all over your pretty little face, oh my god. close your eyes, baby, come here. I'm gonna coat you in my fucking seed, you're so lucky, you're so fucking lucky it's me doing this. fuck, i should kill you for making me go this far... you sick little thing...
there we go... oh, you look so, sooo good glazed with my cum, baby angel... you're such a good pet... no, i didn't get any in your hair, see? still soft & unsoiled, just like the rest of my pretty baby...
thank you for being so good for me, let's get you cleaned up <3
look, just bc you know what i like to see girls wearing doesn't mean you should dress like that around the house
shouldn't have told you? i only did bc you caught me jerking off... you said the only way you wouldn't tell mom & dad is if i showed you what i was looking at. so whatever, fuck you
so what if it gets me off? that's not what you're supposed to be thinking about anyway
no, it doesn't get me off when you're the one doing it, idiot. i only look at girls my age that way.
no, i'm not hard. & no, you can't check!
get off me!
no, fighting you is not making me harder! what do you mean, you can see my bulge thicken? where did you even learn that word?
stop that! don't fucking touch me! get off my lap or i'll fucking kill you. i'm serious right now. get off me, dude. stop grinding on me.
why are you smiling like that?
you're giving me those crazy eyes again... just what do you think you're doing?
... wow, you're getting rly warm... i mean, you rly shouldn't be doing this but i guess technically you're just grinding on my thigh... & you're doing that all on your own. i'm not doing anything.
no, i'm not your fucking toy. no, i'm not.
i mean, i could push you off. i'm just scared of hurting you.
no, i mean really hurt you. i'm a lot bigger than you. fucking idiot.
... you're rly not gonna stop, are you? you know, i can feel how much harder you're grinding on me. does it feel that good?
fuck, i can feel your cunt soak thru your tights. are you seriously not wearing anything else under your skirt? no, i don't want to see. fuck you, i'm keeping my eyes shut. i'm not gonna look.
... god, you look a little out of it. is that--are you drooling? i can't fucking believe you're doing this rn.
you're not gonna cum on my thigh, are you?
shut up about how hard i am, why are you so fixated on that? you should see yourself. you're breathing rly hard & you're getting rly red.
no, you can't cum on me, what? are you insane? you're lucky enough i'm letting you do this much already. this is pretty gross as is.
no, i'd never touch you like that. you're the family's baby. this is pretty sick... but i mean. i love you. & if it feels this good for you... might as well be with me. at least i know i won't hurt you.
guess now we both have secrets from mom & dad, huh?
you sound really desperate. could you even stop if i told you no? look at your little hips go... you're gonna grind right thru that pair... well, i guess i can get you a new one. maybe thicker ones.
shut up, i'm just saying. you're the one who's getting that close to cumming on my thigh. this is really not supposed to be happening. dad would lose it if he knew i let you do this.
please? wow... i've never heard you sound like that before. maybe if you say it again, just like that. no, sorry. no, it's too messed up. we have to stop.
you can't? you have to. you have to!
ugh, whatever, fine. go ahead. cum as hard as you like, see if i care.
fuck, you look really pretty when you cum. & you're holding onto me so tight... you poor thing. i guess you really needed that, huh.
no, i shouldn't fuck you next. you're so sick in the head... just leave me alone, idiot. you've riled me up enough. go change into your pajamas or something.
get out, you've had your fun.
no, you can't watch me jerk off! you're such a freak... just get out of my room!
make you?
you know what. i'm done. you want it that bad, fine.
lay on your back. & spread that fucking cunt for me.
one thing that you must remember about me is that i am fiercely independent and i love being alive and i love being alone and i love making all of my own choices and there is no world where i could possibly be happier as someone's captive. which is the whole point
for many people it seems the appeal of being a captive is that they hate their current life and hate making choices and hate being on their own. which is fine nothing wrong with that. but for me even if my life was a million times better under the care of a captor, i value my own independence so much that i could never enjoy it. the thought of losing so much of my ability to chose is viscerally horrifying and the visceral horror is the fun part
Seattle folks can get their own crucifixes turned into floggers by Violet Leather Co - for everyone else they'll be available once I drop the first batch of ready to order crucifloggers, hopefully in the next month or so!
remember: you can humiliate your sub by looping a collar around your own neck & placing the end of your leash in their hand. ask them if they feel in control & watch them wobble as they struggle to make sense of what's happening. are the roles being reversed? force yourself inside them before they have time to rly consider it & encourage them to pull on the leash as much as they want. it won't help them feel any less confused but it will be comforting to wrap their hands around something as you desecrate their insides. tell them you're just doing what you know they needed you to do, that they're in charge even if the only sounds coming out of their lips are incoherent mumbles & whines. remind them they own every inch of you as you breed them full of your cum.
& when you're done tie their wrists together with your leash. you're chained to each other. you belong to one another. you won't ever let them forget it.
hearing them say, "i can't believe you're making me do this. this is so gross." as they press their nose against your bulge & take huge whiffs of you, rubbing their face all over your briefs & tonguing at the pre leaking thru them <3 <3 <3
