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@chaotickittensoul
You guys think I'm joking about the experimentation kink, but I think if I ever found out that a partner WAS taking notes on me and what I liked somewhere- I would pass out from how horny that would make me
Oh- you have spreadsheets on my preferences like a fucking weirdo? My dude, this is exactly my brand of freak, our autistic asses shall be married in the morning
lab rat sub strapped down to a table with a wand pressed up against them on the highest setting, overstimulating them, who is whining and writhing in agony and begging for mercy vs. scientist dom who is casually ignoring their pleas so they can sit back, watch, and take notes.
Babe, I just read your horoscope and it says you gotta let me piss in your ass.
I was seeing stars. The in and out, and the force with which he was hitting the sweet spot had my eyes already rolled back into my head.
"Breathe, baby" I heard his voice amidst all that fog. Sir didn't stop thrusting though.
"Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe," his thrusts were punctuated by this chant as I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, and took a deeper one in, panting almost, lost in whatever heights I had gotten taken to.
"God, such an obedient little bitch. Breathing when I tell you to. I bet you won't if I tell you not to. Will you stop breathing for me as well?" My eyes flew open at Sir's sentence. A voice inside my head was screaming at me, at him. Of course I won't stop breathing. Of course he doesn't have that power over me. Of course my body won't betray me like that.
"Don't then. Stop breathing." I could see the amusement on his face. His thrusts were slow now, studying my face closer, waiting to see how far his little fuck toy will take it.
At the pinnacle of my breath, it stopped. As if obeying was second nature. And here I was, suffocating my own self, at Sir's commands. I felt my eyes tear up, at the humiliation, at the suffocation, and I looked up at him through those tears. He was laughing.
"Oh look at you. So fucking pathetic. Not a single thought left in that brain anymore, it's practically mine to control." My breath was still held. I was getting dizzier, losing more and more of my breath with each powerful thrust.
"You can breathe now sweetheart." the smile didn't leave his face, lazily, but strongly, fucking in and out of me. I let out the shakiest exhale. Fear? Disbelief? Trepidation? Excitement? I don't know what I was feeling apart from pure bliss. "I want my fuck toy around to use for much, much longer. But I'm so happy to find out about this little trick of yours. Good pup."
If it gets too much honey, just reach over and turn it off. Bye!
Can't get the pathetic sounds I was making out of my head when I had two Bobby pins on my tongue and two each on my nipple and sir asked me to countdown from 50. The vibrator was not allowed on my clit just yet but the drool was, and it was uncontrollably dripping. The clips made sure my tongue stayed stuck out and that I was panting like a bitch, teasing myself and only that much because sir told me to. Sucking on my fingers even though it hurt my tongue and pushed the teeth of the pins more into it, because sir told me to.
If bratting out gets me into such situations, why won't I keep it up? Perhaps he has something to reconsider 🙃
kidnap me kidnap me kidnap me take me away plsss im begging no more responsibilities make me missing
Symptoms of late stage capitalism: being kidnapped as a sex toy rates as significantly better than being part of this system
Teaching me a lesson for talking back 🥺
put my legs to my chest and make me spread my pretty cunt open so you can piss right on my clit 😣💕
Just wait until I see you next…
oral fixation except it’s just wanting his soft cock in your mouth after a long day
Hadn't worked out or done any of my work today so Sir had to fix that.
Yes I did jumping jacks with two clips each on my nipples after I smacked them each with a ruler till they were red. And of course Sir doubled the number of jumping jacks because I asked too many stupid questions. And then I had to repeat the task because he asked me to countdown from 52 and not count up to it.
Yes I was dripping wet after. But because I hadn't been a good girl, that was out of bounds today.
Well, atleast I worked out :p
Sleepy sub that's just been woken by their Dom to be told to do something and following the orders automatically even though they're still half asleep
forced anything.
force me to drink water then hold my pee.
force me to edge in public.
force me to hold eye contact while i suck you off.
force me to pee myself.
force me to keep my legs open during a cunt whipping.
force me to ruin my orgasms.
force me to wear bigger and bigger plugs.
force me to lock up my cunt in a chastity belt when not in use.
force me to watch porn without touching myself.
force me to expose my tits to strangers on your command.
force me to take your cock in my mouth in public.
force me to stop wearing panties.
force me to wear your cum on my face outside.
force me to hump your leg.
force me to drool on my tits as i edge.
i am weak and horny and needy. i need your firm hand and hard cock to show me my place. you're so much stronger than me. hurt me until i learn to be obedient. form me into the perfect little sub for you.
Come back over here
Their toy now
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK yes please show me how powerless I am
I had a pen in my hand and I was sitting infront of a notebook I had in 8th grade. Few pages were empty, but now they were being filled with "Today, I was bratty, disrespectful and I told Sir to shut up." line by line. Because I did.
I did think it'd be fun to poke him around. Because I could. Because he asked "do you want to repeat that, princess?" And I did. Because he asked. And then I was filling 2 sheets of paper with the lines Sir asked me to write, 52 in total. My hand hurt a bit at the end of it. I signed them by name, that I truly did do all the things Sir was punishing me for. Atleast I can own my misbehavior and punishment, if not my pleasure.
He asked me to tear it out of the notebook and lay them nicely on the bed and then trample them with my feet. Standing on the bed, my cheeks reddened, hearing the pages crinkle. What was I doing?
I couldn't dare disobey though, Sir had warned me that if I push it too far he might choose to ignore me altogether. I don't know what I'd do if he did that.
I had a feeling Sir would make me push my face into the crumpled sheets of paper while counting down from 52. My heart raced, I couldn't believe I was about to do this. My feet were just there. But then don't I also belong near his feet? It helped when I imagined his foot pushing my head further into the sheets of paper. Why did that ease my humiliation, when it should've worsened?
Just when I thought it's done, and it couldn't get worse, he told me to shove the papers in my mouth. Took three deep breaths before I did as he asked. Because how could I not? And I showed him how stupid I looked with the papers stuffed in my mouth. He told me not to chew them or get them moist. But of course I got them moist. In fact, I was basically drooling all over them, and on the floor. Because I couldn't stop it. Because Sir asked me to crawl to the bathroom mirror.
With my mouth stuffed and my brain hazy with the urge to be good, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. What stared back at me was a dumb slut being put in her place. I slapped myself, twice. Because Sir asked me to. And because I couldn't do it right the first time, he asked me to do it again. I still remember the warmth in my cheek. Was that the slap? Or was that just humiliation? I can't tell.
It's done now, right? But Sir reminded me I'd already messed up carrying out this task. I'd made the paper in my mouth moist, and he'd told me explicitly not to. For that, he made me wet my hands. And slap myself again, 4 more times.
Cheeks burned harder, but he told me I was doing well. Nothing at that moment mattered more than being his obedient slut. So when he asked me to spit the papers out, one by one, right onto the stupid whore's face in the mirror, I did so. I looked her in the eye, and I swear she'd have done anything to please her Superior in that moment, to make it upto him, apologise.
But he was pleased. He said I did well, and made me flush the papers down the toilet, to "send my bratty and disobedient behavior down the gutter," and that I can crawl back into my bed like the bitch I am.
And I did. Weirdly content. Why did I brat out in the first place? Perhaps to get put in place. Perhaps I'll do it again. Because I can.
