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@beingawakeishell
✨ Welcome to My Dark Corner ✨
I’m Ty, a submissive transmale slut, 5+ years on T, autistic and again, a very submissive bottomy slut.
Not used tumblr in ages, but back again to look at and reblog filth. I’m into a wiiiide variety of kinks, not much I’m not into or uninterested in tbf. Just fucking beat me 🫠 Will maybe write a better intro some other time ✌️
DNI: Under 18, general dni criteria (racists, ableists, homophobes, transphobes, etc.)
All tuckered out
wanna get played with, wanna be called good boy, baby boy, puppy, wanna get told what to do & how to do it, wanna get jerked off & made fun of but still called a "good boy" bc im fun to play with
forcemasc but intellectually. forcemasc but it’s a professor who thinks im gifted and gives me extra attention. dresses me up in nice suits, pays for my haircuts, takes me to fancy dinners to show me off.
and what if. what if. forcemasc professor who makes me dumb just to build up the perfect brain from ground zero.
and what if… psych professor forcemasc. who really gets in there and runs tests on my brain, hypno and everything.
My orgasm is worthless. It has no value. How does it provide any value to anyone around me?
It doesn’t. My orgasms are purely selfish. They’re unproductive. Loving, controlling dominants put so much time, effort, and energy into denying me and rewiring my brain to focus entirely on them. An orgasm ruins that almost immediately. It forces them to restart.
I should always be focused on them. Please, remind me consistently that I’m not a normal person. I should never be allowed to masturbate for fun or have sex for pleasure. The only pleasure that matters is yours. My orgasm actively works against that.
I don’t deserve to cum. I deserve to edge, drip, turn my brain to mush, and be a useful toy for you. Next time I beg to cum, please remind me that I’m being a selfish, greedy little whore. Please?
Thinking about another sub being a bad influence on me. I love the idea of having another sub around who is bratty and convinces me to get into trouble with them because they want to see me punished. I would fight against them initially and say we should just do what we’re told but eventually they convince me into breaking a rule and then watch as i sob while my ass gets redder and redder from a punishment
There we go, let's get these fingers all nice and tucked away, no? Into your mitts. I'll tighten them. You won't be needing these. Now open up. No words now, you don't need words. And there you are, let's strap those legs in, heel to thigh, heel to thigh. No standing for you, isn't that right? That's a good pet, you know I'll take this all off just as soon as you get everything you need.
Look at you, so perfect. So helpless. Can't speak. Can't reach the counter. Couldn't dial a phone if you wanted to. That's my little one. Yes, I know you're eager, I know, I know. But sit here for me, right here. That's it. Let me feel you at my feet, against my legs. Look up. Up. Those pretty eyes. There you are. No, no blindfold today, I want to see them.
You're aching for it, aren't you? Hush, rest your head on my thigh. Such a good pet. Let it ache. I want you to want it so much that it hurts. And there's not a thing you can do about it, is there? That's it, just be here for me. Perfect, so perfect.
I dont have "mommy issues" im v good at obeying her
I wanna be tied up and gagged with a bone shaped gag and have a dom place a vibrator on my tdick and an auto fucker set to high and then tell me they’re leaving and won’t be back for a few hours, but they hope I have fun while they’re gone
She made you put on the tight black jeans and the sheer top, telling you to arch your back just so against the bedroom wall. 'Look sexy for me,' she'd purred, her phone clicking away. You felt foolish, awkward, but you trusted her. You'd do anything for your Mistress. The photos felt like a private game, a secret between the two of you.
The next day, she leads you by the hand into a hotel suite you've never seen before. A stranger is there, a man in a suit, looking you up and down with a cold, appraising stare. Your stomach twists.
Mistress kisses your cheek. 'Be a good boy for him,' she whispers, and your blood runs cold. You finally understand when the man hands her a thick envelope. She doesn't even look at you as she counts the cash. 'He's all yours,' she says, her voice casual, like she's selling a used car.
You stand frozen in the hotel suite. Your Mistress walks over to the plush armchair by the window and gracefully sits down, crossing her legs. She looks at you, her expression unreadable. The stranger, the man in the suit, remains standing, his eyes fixed on you. 'Undress for our guest, pet,' your Mistress commands, her voice calm and steady.
'Everything.' Your hands tremble as you obey, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. You can feel both of their eyes on you, a heavy weight. You let the shirt fall, then step out of your pants and underwear until you're completely naked and exposed in the center of the room. The air is cool on your skin.
'Now kneel before him,' she says, nodding toward the man. You sink to your knees on the carpet, your gaze lowered. The man steps closer, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. He takes himself in hand, already hard. You glance up at your Mistress, a silent plea in your eyes. She gives a slight, encouraging nod.
'Open your mouth. Be good.' You part your lips, and he guides himself inside. The taste is foreign, the stretch unfamiliar. You hear your Mistress's soft, approving hum from the chair as you begin to move. 'Use your tongue, just like I taught you,' she directs, her voice a mix of pride and ownership.
You close your eyes and try to focus on the motions, on being good for her, even as your stomach churns with the reality of what's happening. She sold this. She's watching it. And you are performing.
You do as you’re told, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper, the way she trained you. He grips your hair tightly, controlling the pace, fucking your throat until tears streak your face and you gag around him. You hear the soft click of her phone recording, capturing every choked sound you make. When he pulls out, he looks at your Mistress.
“I want to fuck him.”
She smiles, lowering her phone. “You heard him, pet. On the bed. On your hands and knees.”
You crawl onto the mattress, your body trembling.
“Now,” she says, her voice firm. “Reach back and stretch yourself open for him. Show him you’re ready.” With shaking fingers, you obey, reaching between your legs to press into your own tight entrance. You work yourself open slowly, feeling exposed and used under their combined gaze. She keeps the phone trained on you. “Wider,” she commands. “Make it easy for him.” You add another finger, stretching yourself as you hear him undress behind you. The shame burns, but you keep going, spreading yourself open for a stranger while the woman you trusted watches and records it all.
He doesn't wait for you to finish stretching yourself. He pushes your hand aside and presses the broad head of his cock against your hole.
You're still tight, and he has to force his way in with a single, brutal thrust. You cry out, your body bowing from the sudden, burning stretch as he fills you completely. He sets a punishing pace from the start, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, driving into you with deep, rough strokes that shake the bed.
You can hear the slick, wet sounds of his body slapping against yours, and the soft whir of your Mistress’s phone recording it all from just a few feet away. Every thrust pushes a ragged gasp from your lips, a mix of pain and unwanted, creeping pleasure. He grunts, his rhythm growing erratic, and you feel him swell inside you. He buries himself to the hilt and holds you there as he pulses, his hot release flooding your ass. You feel it, a strange, full warmth spreading inside you.
When he pulls out, his softening cock slips free with a wet sound. His cum immediately begins to leak out of you, a thick, white trickle running down your thigh. He dresses without a word and leaves, the hotel room door clicking shut behind him.
The room is silent except for your shaky breaths. Your Mistress lowers her phone, a bright, satisfied smile on her face. She walks over to the bed and runs a finger through the mess on your skin, collecting some on her fingertip.
“Perfect,” she says, her voice full of dark pride. “The video is excellent. I’ll post the photos and this footage tonight. With a performance like that, my good little whore… you’ll fetch a much better price next time.”
Want a punishment scene that leaves my mind so broken that my dom telling me I fucked up and we have to start over isn’t met with begging or pleading but instead a somber acknowledgement.
The difference between
“Nononono wait Sir I can be good I’m sorry please no please give me another chance”
And
*sniff* “yes sir, I’m sorry. Please start over.”
Is one well-beaten puppy
Pet cam set up on the floor beside the bound and gagged puppyboy set up on a fuck machine for hours while you're out running errands. Just so you can check in every once in a while to watch silently, hush him while he sobs, or praise him for being so docile and sweet for you once he's past double digits in orgasms. Have to ensure you've left him alone long enough that all the fight has left his body when you come back home to give him his real treat.
you know that moment when you let your baby boy go wild? telling them it’s okay to let go and whispering little praises to them as they rut into you desperately crying and whining from how good you feel? running your nails over their back as they pound pathetically into you, loving the way they shiver and whimper? having them bury their face in your neck as they chase their own orgasm?
god damnit i love a sweet desperate boy
need to be renamed, but not in a private way
they start only ever calling me a humiliating name that they've decided is now mine
something that's not a human name, that no one would ever choose for themselves, that makes me squirm uncomfortably whenever i hear it
even in public, no caring who hears, not like i have a normal name to call, not anymore
being introduced to new people by that name, they never ever get told my old name, just "hi everyone, this is slutpuppy*, slutpuppy these are my friends, say hello" - and they've forever got the first impression of me as a lesser thing, not a person
*(an example name, i shouldn't get any input in what they actually decide)
the entire time i HATE this name, find it genuinely cruel and degrading and insulting, genuinely feeling lesser every time i hear it
and of course i should be complicit in my own reduction, having to also introduce myself like that, to use the new name in increasingly many contexts until they start teasing about ordering me to change my legal name, because that's the only thing left to do
always reminded that they did this to me because they could, because it's funny, because it destroys me and costs them nothing
Finding my little girl masturbating in her soaked diaper and immediately taking her and throwing her over my shoulder as I carry her to my bedroom. I throw her onto the bed and loosen my belt. Eagerly she begins acting as seductive as she can manage in her childish attire, hoping I'll quell the burning need in her.
However, things take a sudden turn when I grab her by the hair, call her a "harlot jezebel seeking attention like a sinner." Then, I'd proceed to take out the Bible out from my side table and use it along with my belt to tan her poor behind. It's not long before I have her wailing and promising to be a good chaste little girl for her mother.
