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@blxuebunii
Thinking about getting touched but like it’s violent. Disrespectful. They don’t care how it feels for you at all, because it’s all about how it feels for them, how their fingers slam inside you, how they grab you so tight it feels like rugburn. You get close to the edge embarrassingly quickly. Your hands flail around, arms straighten down, as you try to tell them to stop, feeling ashamed, oversensitive. But they just go faster and laugh. Tell you to take it. That you’re gonna fucking cum for them whether you like it or not 💕💕💕
Moral of the story… don’t complain…
Forever reblogging this…
Nice combination of mummification and breathplay
I need to be tortured like this
aww i’m so sorry sweetie, but this is only going to get worse~
I want someone to force me down and fuck me as roughly as they can. I want to be crying out for them to stop as they only fuck me harder and laugh at how pathetic i am.
"is this all that you can take slut? i havent even filled you up once yet, we are far from being done. i want you to beg for every load of cum im going to fuck into you today"
For the rest of the day (maybe longer) you can send me the meanest and most degrading things you can think of in my asks
nonsexual dominance
- ordering for her at the restaurant
- choosing what underwear she should wear
- never letting her eyes leave you
- grab her hand when crossing the street
- buckle up her seatbelt
- tie her shoelaces
- point on the ground where you want her to stand
I just really need someone to use my holes like a literal toy. Pull my cunt lips, slap my holes until they're swollen, fill them with random objects out of curiosity, spread me wide and make me regret being so wet for attention
Taken
He’s huge. Much larger than I am. His hand could cover my entire face with its size, but he decides to only cover my mouth so that I can watch everything he does without screaming.
“Your eyes look so pretty when you look at me like that,” he chuckles, tilting his head to the side to get a better look at me. “So fucking helpless.”
I’m on my knees in front of him, trembling in fear. I don’t know where we are, how long I’ve been here, or what he’s done with me so far. All I know is that I’m still fully clothed and my hands and feet are tied tightly together, irritating my skin from how unbelievably tight the rope is.
He’d kidnapped me during a casual night out. I’d had a little too much to drink and stupidly decided to walk back to my apartment all alone. It was dark and, in my drunken state, I’d assumed no one was out at the same time as me. I was very wrong. As I began to turn a street corner, stumbling over my own feet, I ran straight into the broad, hard chest of a very tall stranger. From then, everything went black.
Now, I’m in a dark room with him, no longer drunk, but I can’t remember anything between running into him on the street and waking up on the cold pavement floor of whatever room this is.
He begins to unzip his bulging jeans right in front of my face, an evil smirk spread across his unfamiliar face as I begin to cry. There’s no way I’m getting out of this. The circulation in my arms and legs has been nearly cut off by the ropes, so even if I could stand up and run away, I physically wouldn’t be able to.
His cock is freed from the cloth restraint, standing tall and wide right in front of my face. A small whimper escapes my throat as I watch him wrap his large hand around the shaft, stroking slowly whilst tapping his tip against my face. He finally removes his other hand from my mouth, grabbing me roughly by the chin to ensure that my mouth stays open when he begins to guide himself between my lips. I try to yank my head to the side, but his grip on my chin is so strong that I barely even make it an inch to the side. He laughs.
“Silly girl. You’re not getting away.”
The tip of his cock is then back between my lips and he wastes no time in gripping my head and attempting to shove himself down my throat in one thrust. Of course, due to his large size and my inability to relax and accept it down my throat, he only gets halfway down. So, he tries again, thrusting harder. This time, he’s much more successful and within a few more harsh thrusts, my nose is flush to his pubic bone. I try in vain to pull at the restraints, gagging and choking on him in the process which only makes him chuckle in amusement.
The stranger finds a hard, steady rhythm of thrusting and my throat creates a loud gurgling sound with every thrust. He’s grunting and groaning in pleasure, not a single care in the world that I’m slowly starting to lose consciousness from lack of air. It isn’t even three minutes into his abuse before I start to slip out of consciousness, the world around me going black once again.
A few moments later, I regain consciousness when he briefly takes a moment to remove himself from my mouth and step away. I collapse onto my side with a weak whimper and he laughs from across the room. Soon, he’s returning with a large needle connected to a syringe with an unknown liquid inside of it. Without a word, he crouches down beside me, grabs me by the leg, and plunges the needle into my thigh without a single moment of hesitation.
“This’ll keep you nice and compliant,” he smiles. He tosses the empty syringe to the side and then he’s back in front of me, lifting me up into the same position I was in before.
Once again, he’s shoving his large cock into my mouth without a single regard for my comfort, immediately setting a brutal pace that has me gagging and gurgling uncomfortably. A few moments pass with my weak struggles and I begin to feel my arms and legs lose all feeling. I am still fully conscious, but the muscles throughout my entire body cease to work.
“Mmm, it’s starting to hit now, isn’t it?” He asks, continuing to fuck my face steadily. He watches me completely stop struggling after the drugs find their full effect and then takes his cock out of my mouth. “Now, it’s time for some real fun.”
He unties my restraints and wastes no time in ripping my clothes to shreds as I lie there unable to move. Then, he easily scoops up my body with one arm and tosses me onto a mattress in the corner of the room that I’d been too occupied to notice before. His large hands situate me onto my back holding my thighs open and pushing them up towards my chest. He rubs his saliva soaked cock between my bare pussy lips, a disgusted chill trickling down my spine. I begin to cry again, tears falling down my cheeks as he continues to rub himself against me to build suspense. He does this for several long minutes, grunting quietly at the feeling of my skin against his and the sight of my small, helpless body lying there for him to use as he pleases.
When he starts to push his cockhead against my little virgin hole, my cries begin to grow louder. Even just the tip of him is tearing me open painfully. He leans over me and grabs me by the jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“I want you to look at me as I tear you apart. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry.”
He thrusts his hips forward with a harsh jolt, forcing his head past my poor little opening, tearing me mercilessly. He didn’t care that it hurt, in fact, he wanted it to hurt. He wanted to see me sob pathetically from his own inflictions.
As he begins to brutally take my virginity, slamming his hips into me over and over again, my limp body being pushed further up the mattress from such force. He takes my ankles into his hands and pulls them up into the air, holding them together with one hand as he pounds me. Tears continuously flow from my eyes, blurring my vision of his body above me, destroying me forever.
“You’re,” thrust, “mine,” thrust, “forever,” thrust. He smirks as he thrusts at a brutal, unforgiving pace, the tip of his cock painfully slamming directly against my cervix. His hand falls from my ankles, causing my legs to drop limply to the side before he lets his hands fondle and grasp at my breasts. His hands are bigger than them so he can easily grasp one of the full flesh mounds in the palm of his hand. He’s squeezing them so hard that I can feel the bruises forming already, causing a weak sob to fall from my lips.
“Aw, does that hurt?” He asks with feigned concern. “Too bad.” He violently slaps his large hand against my breasts, immediately leaving a bright red handprint, and once again, causing me to cry harder. He laughs harder, slapping them again and again as if I’m his own personal punching bag. It’s clear that I’m nothing but a toy to him.
His thrusts begin to grow sporadic, indicating how close he is to cumming and I whimper again. His groans are growing louder, his deep voice sending fearful chills down my spine. He’s going to cum inside of me and I have no way of stopping him.
He thrusts harder and faster, jolting my body again and again until one last thrust sends him to his climax. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears rolling down my cheeks in silence as I feel the warmth of his release filling me to the brim. He cums for several long minutes, thrusting every few minutes to ensure he’s getting every last drop out.
“I’m gonna fill you up just like that every single day,” he hums once he finally finishes cumming, pulling himself out of my raw, abused hole. “Now, I’m gonna fill your other hole.”
He roughly turns me onto my stomach, spreading my cheeks open to expose my puckered, tight asshole. He spits onto it, taking his thick thumb and spreading it around the skin as lube. He positions himself over me and, again, wastes no time in pushing himself into my virgin ass. I’m still crying helplessly from the pain, trying to prepare myself for his thrusts. But the thrusts never come. Instead, I feel a warm stream of liquid begin to fill me. He’s pissing inside of me.
“My own personal urinal and fleshlight all in one,” he mutters, filling me and filling me with his hot piss until he’s fully satisfied. Then, he’s pulling out of me, quickly replacing his cock with a plug in my ass before he’s gone, leaving me filled to the brim and crying on the dirty mattress.
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kinda new to this whole writing thing so let me know what you think ;)
Orgasm Games
You don't really enjoy simply allowing me to masturbate and orgasm, where's the fun in that? So you only allow me to orgasm in difficult or exhausting positions. If I suffer through it, it's worth it, if not, why give me the pleasure?
A whole day of edging, denial and isolation. As soon as you wake up, you blind me, gag me, and bind me inmobilized on bed. You start touching me and see how I struggle and moan through the gag. You know me well now, you know exactly when I'm starting to reach the point of no return, so you very expertly and suddenly stop before that happens. I whine and shake my whole body (not that that means much). You go away, and once every hour you come back and do the same. Touch me, edge me, and then leave. At the end of the day you finally let me cross the edge.
Whenever I am all of the following at the same time, I'm allowed to orgasm: gagged, blindfolded, with mittens on that don't allow me to use my fingers, with pants on. This sounds like something that would happen a lot, but that's not really the case, since one of my rules is to not wear clothes inside.
You restrain me spreadeagle facing down on the bed. You put two six-sided die in my mouth and tell me to spit them in front of me. Which ever number adds up, that's the amount of times I must orgasm before you'll even think about releasing me. You stay by my side, maybe working on your computer, so you can count each time.
I don't like pain. So you put me in a painful position, knowing it doesn't really turn me on that much, and tell me you'll let me out only once I've managed to orgasm. The longer I take, the more painful it gets, the harder it is to reach it.
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Outnumbered
Thinking about having a polycule hangout where they're all in cahoots against me. At the beginning it's just some light teasing, a couple light-hearted mocking jokes. Then when I try to say something one of them interrupts me 'Nono, you're not going to defend yourself. Understood, toy? Now go get us some drinks. Being the wine and some water.'
Blushed (and with my head feeling a little heavy), I quietly go to the kitchen and bring back some glasses, the wine and the water.
Everything continues like nothing happens. My owner pours me a glass of wine. I know that means I'm supposed to drink only that, and empty the glass. However I only start suspecting when no one else seems to be even reaching for the wine. But my suspicions quiet down after I finish my second glass and my owner starts pouring me a third one.
I realize more and more they're mocking me. "Are you alright? I thought you had a strong metabolism, what happened?" I don't refrain from complaining, probably the alcohol uninhibiting me.
"Hey come on I'm perfectly fine, look." I stand up from the couch and balance on one leg while lifting an arm, oh wow I actually am alright, the subbyness must be making me feel more drunk than I actually am.
"Yeah, you're right, you can still move. Don't worry, that won't last long."
I don't have time to take in the threat when I feel an arm suddenly grabbing my neck from behind and holding me tightly. I try to resist but they're too strong, and I'm not exactly in the best shape possible right now. One of them holds grabs an arm and another the other and they each start wrapping my hands in bondage tape layer after layer, until I no longer have use of my hands.
My owner stands in front of me and commands "Tongue out."
I try resisting, close my mouth tight, struggle but can't get free from the headlock.
"Tongue out, or they'll choke you until you pass out and wake up chained outside with no clothes while I spend the weekend at my parents."
I keep resisting, they nod at the one behind me and I start feeling the headlock getting tighter, I start to feel more and more lightheaded. Fuck this is for real. Would they actually do that?
I put my tongue out. They place a clothespin on it, immediately I feel a rush of unbearable pain. It's THE clothespin, the strong one, I can barely bear it for a few seconds normally.
Everyone let's go of me and sits back down.
I desperately try to remove the clothespin but my fingers have been rendered useless by the tape. My whole face hurts, the pain emanating from the incredible pressure my tongue is under. I try to plead at them with my eyes, kneeling, whining. They all kind of laugh, like I'm some pet desperately seeking attention, doing some trick.
"Oh, me? I'm not going to take it off no way." one of them tells me.
"Come on, it's barely been a minute. Oh wow are you crying? That really is strong isn't it, poor thing."
Tears are starting to run down my face. Finally I hear.
"If you want that off, you have to drink all this bottle." my owner is holding another unopened bottle of wine "you'll do it right here in front of us. If you spill any you'll lick it off the floor. We don't care how long it takes, only when you're done we'll see about releasing your tongue from that thing. In the meantime, we'll be having the rest of the bottle you had already started drinking."
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Fun things they don’t teach you in sex ed.
Talcum powder has asbestos in it. Has for years. Leave it be
This is all FAR more useful education than ‘Having unmarried sex while female makes you a dirty slut’ .
There are a lot of male folks who follow me but don’t know these things. It’s good to know all of this! Just as your partner should want to know about the intricacies of your plumbing, you should care about this.
Spreading this for general health tips.
for trans guys who haven’t transitioned yet and even then
Boosting all this because its scary how common most of these misconceptions are.
If you as a man finds this gross or unnecessary either you dont care about woman’s health or arent mature enough to be WITH a woman. Sorry
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Happy birthday cunt