Learning that someone jerked off to you

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Learning that someone jerked off to you
Genderfluid perverts have access to the little-known and mysterious "sapphic dykebreaking"
Its where you rape a lesbian until she starts liking girls instead of girls
What if I kidnapped you and raped you daily but treated you like a scared caged animal the whole time. Constantly offering you affection and gentle coos to try to encourage you to not be scared of me, even as I nightly hold your trembling body underneath me hard enough you can't wiggle away from me as I use you to get off. And every time after I cradle your face and smile so warmly as I lick away your tears
Want to ignore some CNC kink bitch's safeword in the middle of a "scene." Watch the gears turn in their head when they say it again, louder, not processing the fact that they went from being "raped" to actually being raped. You said you have a rape kink, isn't this what you signed up for? No? You just wanted to roleplay it? Too fucking bad. You shouldn't be getting off to those thoughts if you can't handle the real thing, you dumb bitch. Now come on, just enjoy getting raped like you fantasize about, won't you?
[480p video taken in a dim room, there are still tear tracks on my face while I hold up a double peace sign] I cconsent...
"hey, it's okay... don't cry... it's just the tip, baby, i promise." as i place the point of my knife right below your sternum.
Okay, now swallow. There you go, very good. You'll start feeling it a bit right away, but it'll peak in a few hours. Of course we'll do something about it later, but first I want you to try and go about your day! I want to watch you stumble around, lightheaded and confused as the need in your core grows and grows. I want to see your eyes glaze over, your hands tremble, your breath turn ragged, as the heat builds between your thighs. Won't that be so fun? No, absolutely no touching until I say so. Now go on, try and do some of your little chores or something. I'm going to enjoy watching you fall apart. Wow, dizzy already? Cute.
slip your little girl some molly then spend the next six hours fucking her into an incoherent non-verbal puddle and watch in real time as you rewire her brain chemistry to make her internalize that no one else will ever make her feel as good as Mom will.
My love for daughters is pure and righteous and just. Even when they don't want it. Especially when they don't want it.
there’s two potential ways I’d like a pet to behave.
There’s the hazy-eyed drugged-out empty thing, who lives in a foggy world in its own mind. Comfortable and sleepy. Docile and sedated. Kept calm by its own fuzzy mind and memories. It doesn’t know it deserves better. It doesn’t know it’s been dehumanized or even was once a human. On some level it knows it’s being kept, but the idea of resisting is so distant and uncomfortable that it’s just easier to stay in the cage, no matter how secure it actually is. This pet barely feels the pain, jolting it only momentarily from its haze.
Then there’s the clear-eyed, pissed-off but entirely broken pet. It knows exactly what’s been done to it. It knows it’s been degraded and dehumanized. It knows what it once was, knows it doesn’t deserve that treatment, and would bark and bite if it still believed it would help. It’s docile because it’s given up, but that doesn’t mean it accepts it. It does what it needs to do to survive. Maybe it fears me, but it will protect me anyway. The life it had is gone, the option to get away is gone, and it will at least fight to keep what it has, no matter how much it hates it, hates me for what I’ve done to it.
I’ve kept you empty for a long time now. I’ve let you be hazy and sleepy. But I miss those wild, angry eyes. So you’re gonna come out of your calm and foggy world, okay? I’m going to make you realize what I did to you.
love the idea of a captive finally managing to escape, only to willingly return to their captor in defeat. they escape, only to realise that captor was right - it's dangerous out there and they cannot make it on their own...or maybe it's just that there really is nothing for miles, noone to call and no way to return home. maybe it is cold, maybe they are injured, or hungry. whatever it is, they realise it just isn't worth it. maybe it's not even a conscious decision, a weighing up of the pros and cons...maybe they are just so tired, so cold, they start walking back without even thinking about it...because deep down, they know that captor will take care of them, know that captor can fix this...
Better yet, when they return to their captor's home like a kicked puppy, with a tear-stained face and a bloody leg, captor isn't even angry. they don't even bother with a punishment, for they can see their little captive has recieved punishment enough...they will never do that again. instead, the captor talks kindly to them and carries them back inside, into the warmth and comfort of their home. captor mends their injuries and offers a warm meal and a bath. perhaps they chastise captive a little bit, reinforce the idea that they are not capable of caring for themselves...that the world is too big and too dangerous for them, they need captor.
it’s really important to have multiple victims so the most recent one can see what you’ve done to the others and know that’s going to be her soon
The best part of mother/daughter incest is being told that my mother had me for her own gratification. That I was born to be her toy, perfect for her.
genuinely love the thought of a mommy that's maternal even during sex
her laying my head on her chest as she's playing with my body because the pleasure is too much. "relax baby, mommy's got you. Focus on me"
her reminding me of our safe word when we've had a particularly strenuous scene "How you feeling hun? you can always say the word if you want mommy to stop okay? i won't be mad"
wiping away my tears when i'm completely dazed from my third orgasm "you did so well sweetheart, mommy is so incredibly proud of you. You look absolutely divine like this"
"shh shh mommy's just cleaning you up okay? don't want her little girl to be all yucky"
giving you a cute little spiral for you to fixate on while I gently tie up the rest of your body together with a series of intricate ropes and knots. Don’t worry about that rope pulling tight between your legs, cutie, just focus on that spiral for me <3
mom who embarrasses you around your friends by being cuddly and touchy in a way that's vastly inappropriate for someone your age so now all your friends call you a mama's kid and alienate you from all the social groups and cliques and now that you don't have any friends your only available shoulder to cry on is, you guessed it, your mom
actually, mom who destroys your social life so thoroughly that she's the only person in your life who likes you, so much so that she homeschools you so now you can be with her 24/7 and not those mean other kids! and mom who makes sure you know you don't need a job or anything like that to stay with her, mom'll take care of you and love you no matter what. and you don't even really need your own room, do you? you always sleep in her big comfy bed, held in her warm, loving arms anyway, might as well move you into her room. you don't even need a partner, your mom loves you more than anybody else ever could, and you struggle to imagine having sex with anybody but your mom, who knows you so well, who knows exactly how to use her body to make you shiver.
there's no escaping her, your mom who has done everything she could to make sure you're all here, isolated and sheltered and protected you from the world just so she and she alone could molest you daily <3
"Mom where do babies come from"ing my way into her whipping out her cock and making me a young pregnancy statistic