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cw: cnc/dubcon, kidnapping kink, forced drugs, crying, somnophilia, gangbang, mindfuck, extreme fearplay // content is strictly fantasy
we've talked before, about surprises. we've had fun with them before — i like the thrill, and you like the look on my face when i realize that oh, we're doing this today. we always negotiate those kinds of scenes for a long while beforehand, but we both agreed that you get to decide the when.
and usually it's my fantasies you're indulging: like when i woke up, shocked and sleepy, my holes unmistakably used; when i was tied to the bed, blindfolded, and you let people i’ll never know come in and toy with me; when you even smashed my window once, middle of the night, just to give me that sweet stab of terror before i realized it was you breaking in to pin me down — yeah. those were all mine.
the day you indulged one of your own, i didn't even know i'd be seeing you.
you said you were visiting family. there was a video you sent me of you and your baby cousin running in the park. i remember, because that's the last thing i was looking at before i felt the cloth clamping over my nose, the drug knocking me out.
the next time i woke i was somewhere else. blindfolded, tied up, chest tightening with panic, thinking: was this you?
you said you were out of town.
i could hear the footsteps. it had to be you. right?
really, try and surprise me, i'd laughed. do your worst.
god, i really, really fucking needed it to be you.
i almost whimpered when i realized the hands that landed on me were still gloved, unrecognizable. i did whimper when those hands pulled my legs open. i think i started begging when the hands started groping me without a word, cutting off my clothes; i started asking who it was when fingers forced its way inside me, finding me already slick and leaking; i started crying when i didn't get an answer, only spit in my hole.
it was your name i sobbed out as i was fucked; if that was still a question, a cry for help, a desperate wish, or a plea, i couldn't say. and then, as i was pulled closer: your low laugh against my neck. your kiss on my nose, familiar. i don't think i knew a sense of safety could flood my mind as strongly as fear until then: the relief intense as i arched into you, as you fucked me, as i came.
and your laughter, again, as it ended, our breaths mingling, and then, your lovely, lovely, perfect voice: hi. sweetheart.
Cnc where I'm only slightly overpowering you, letting you feel like you have a chance, even allowing you to break free a few times before inevitably grabbing you and pinning you down again. It's so much more satisfying to hurt you when you're still dumb enough to think you can actually escape, sweetheart. Your futile hope is so fucking delicious, I'm gonna have so much fun breaking you.
Normalise classically conditioning your gf by saying “that’s my girl” when she has a big drink of water because you want her hydrated and know she responds to praises.
In the mood to be in a sex swing, blindfolded, ring gag in, tits hanging down below, cunt stretched open and just set up in a club for whoever to use. Maybe earbuds so I can listen to music (or porn) while I'm being fucked and played with
Okay but what if you held me down while someone else fucked me? What if I screamed and cried and begged you to let me go while you murmured words of praise? What if you told me how good I was taking it, how good I must feel for the other person? What if you stroked my hair and kissed my tearstained cheeks while you kept me pinned and helpless?
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