I Love It All

NSFW 18+ sometimes I write stories In a relationship Snap: damselashle999

[contradictorydamsel]

Sometimes I get a bit mesmerized by the color of bl-d. Like, I had a tear on my lip and that would have made such a pretty color for lipstick if there was enough to cover both...

Anyways, just a thought. It is pretty, but bruises are a bit more practical.

[contradictorydamsel]

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[contradictorydamsel]

Sometimes I think "I'm definitely more a brat, always gonna fight back the rules hehehehe" then I'm told to do something and almost immediately take action...so yeah.

[contradictorydamsel]

Paint me with bruises so I have something to remember all the good times.

[themasterofo]

Blind Date

You’re nervous.

“Yes, a little bit. I’ve never been on a blind date.”

I haven’t either.

“I don’t seem to have a menu.”

That’s okay. Do you have any allergies or anything like that?

“Um, no, why do you ask?”

Good. You look nice in that dress.

“Oh. Um, thank you. I-”

Listen. I’m a direct kind of guy, so I’d like you to know a few things.

“Oh. Okay. What do you mean?”

Our mutual friend. She told me a bit about you, but I don’t think she told you very much about me.

“Well, no, she wouldn’t tell me hardly anything about you. Just that she thought I would like you. What did she tell… what did she say about me?”

She told me about the things the two of you discussed, the other day.

“I… she…”

Yes. Those things.

“This is… just…”

I imagine you’re probably feeling pretty angry about that.

“Yeah, I imagine I am.”

And rightly so. That’s why I’m telling you, and why I want to be completely open and honest with you.

“But, why would she tell you about me, but not tell me anything about you?”

She thinks that you might be a woman who is interested in a particular kind of man - a man like me - but she was afraid you wouldn’t come if she was completely honest.

“So, what kind of man are you, that she was afraid to tell me?”

She believes that you are craving to be submissive.

“Oh, you have got to be joking.”

I’m not joking.

“I… where is the waiter? We should have ordered by now.”

I already ordered our food.

“You… already?”

Yes. This may be a mistake, or it might not be. If it is, it’s better to get it out and done now, but please hear me out before you walk away. If you want no part of me or what I have to offer you, then we can go our separate ways. I promise to be completely honest and direct, for better or worse. Okay?

“…okay.”

Okay. Good girl. So. I am a dominant man. What that means is that the kind of relationship I need is with a woman who is submissive-

“I’m not sure what-”

Be quiet, please. You agreed to hear what I said, so don’t interrupt again. Understood?

“I…”

Is that understood?

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Um… yes… Sir.”

Good girl. As I was saying, I need a woman who is completely devoted to my needs before and even above her own, a woman who trusts that I will fulfill her needs, as I see them. If we start down this path, and things work out how I think they will, I won’t be your boyfriend. I’m not interested in dating you. I want to own you.

If you were to give yourself to me, you would pledge your submission. Apart from any limits that you communicate to me, you would be required to do whatever I ask of you. This doesn’t just mean that you would promise to be intimate with me alone, but that you would belong to me completely. Body, mind, and soul. Those tits you made a point of showing off to me when you walked in here, that cute little mouth… that cunt, that if I’m right about you is practically leaking now, aching, begging for attention - all of it would belong to me to such a degree that you would ask my permission to touch yourself before I would ever ask permission to touch you.

“I…”

You may speak. What do you think of all this.

“I just… I don’t know what to think. I can’t believe you’re talking to me like this.”

But I’m not wrong, am I?

“I had better go…”

Sit back down.

“You can’t… you just can’t…”

I can’t what? Keep you here? Of course not. Not unless you let me.

“I’m leaving.”

That’s what you said, but you’re still sitting right here, squirming in your seat. It’s okay, don’t blush. I’m sure you didn’t even know you were doing it.

“You should stop.”

I’ll stop if you want me to. But, please, tell me it doesn’t make your cunt ache just talking about this.

“I just can't…”

Okay. I’m right about you. I know that for sure now, and I think maybe you know it, too.

“You’re crazy.”

And you’re squirming in your seat again.

“Please…”

I wonder, do you even know what you’re begging for? But I understand. This is a lot to take in and you need some time. Here’s my card. I’ll pay for the dinner. You stay and enjoy the food, and you call me, only if you want to.

“Wait…”

Following me to the coat room is a strange way of letting me know you’re not interested.

“Listen, you can’t just… you can’t come and say all those things and just- Oh! What are you doing?”

I’m just standing close to you. Next I’m going to lift your dress and slide my hand down your panties to see how wet you are. I’ll bet you’re practically leaking down your leg.

“Oh, God… please…”

Please yes? Or please no?

“I can’t…”

I’ll stop, right now, and leave if you want me to. Do you want me to stop?

“Please…”

Do you want me to stop?

“No - ahhhh… oh, God.”

There, isn’t that nice? I knew you’d be wet, but I didn’t think you’d be this wet.

“Oh, God, yes…”

You’re really squirming now.

“Please… Oh my God, I think I’m going to cum.”

No.

“No?”

No. I want you to get right up to the edge, but you’re not allowed to cum.

“Not allowed?”

Not allowed. Remember what I said about owning you. If you want that, you don’t get to make decisions about things like this anymore.

“Oh, God, I’m so close. Please can I cum?”

“Please may I cum, Sir”

“Unghhh… Please may I cum, Sir!”

No. Now, stay on the edge for just a moment more. Good girl. Just like that. Good. Now. There. That’s all.

“No, please, I was so close!”

Shhhh. Let it go now. You don’t decide whether or not you cum anymore, okay?

“But… b-but…”

Okay? It’ll be better this way.

“Um… oh, I- okay.”

Good girl. Now, get down on your knees and be ready to swallow my cum.

“You get to cum?”

Yes. I get to cum and you don’t. Knees. Now.

Good girl. That’s it. Don’t worry. Edging you got me so worked up you’ll have a nice belly full of cum soon. Then we can go back to my apartment and talk about what comes next.

[contradictorydamsel]

The sweet sweet aches left after a night of being used....I could get so used to feeling this way every day.

[wlotus]

Body Suit Hell Ch. 2

Chapter 2: Morning Nurse

Sarah awoke from the gurgling sensation emanating from her bowels. Evidently, the dense solid that she had been contending with the previous evening had converted to a liquefied state overnight leaving her with quart after quart of diarrhea trapped up inside her. Unfortunately, the liquid also caused her terribly bloated stomach to cramp even more than the solids had done the night before. Despite the pain, she attempted to remain still and silent as she lay on her back with her hands secured to her sides. She preferred to stew rather than see what horrors were in store for her next.

Each twist and torque of her abdominal muscles caused her to writhe in her bonds. She knew that she would never get to the black slug snaking deep into her bowels and lodged in her stretched rectum but she couldn’t help but try. As silently as possible, she flexed her arms and legs in different combinations but could not get the body suit to move more than an inch or two in any given direction.

Sarah also felt the presence of the dildo still planted into her sex but the barbs in her chastity belt were blessedly absent. Her clit ached terribly between bouts of rectal contractions. Eventually, her full bladder also started to complain, though all the sweating she was doing helped to curtail the water retention. She thought of crying out to see if one of the nurses would come and open her catheter valve but thought better of it.

Regardless of however silent she attempted to remain, the morning nurse eventually entered the room. She had dark red hair and a large stature; standing at least six-feet-tall. She silently worked her way around the room, checking Sarah’s monitors and vital signs. Unable to bring to mind a reason to talk, Sarah chose not to speak. That is, until the nurse produced the next penis gag for her to swallow.

“Please, can we skip today?” Sarah begged.

The morning nurse placed the gag by her mouth, as if to say, “open.” It’s smooth surface gleaned in the artificial light of her cell; a cluster of tubes came out of the base. But Sarah was at her wits end. She could no longer voluntarily open her mouth and subject her self to any more of the mindless, never-ending torture.

“Please! I can’t….”

The nurse continued only to wag the gag in front of her mouth. Sarah clenched her jaw tightly shut and squirmed her head away. The nurse soon became fed up and slammed the gag down on a nearby table. She started to rifle through the cabinets and Sarah instantly regretted her mistake.

“No no please! I’m sorry!”

It was too late. The nurse pulled out an enema bag and a long tube and began to fill the bag with water. Sarah started to cry. It was beyond imagination to try to fit anything else in her petite figure and bloated intestines. She wondered if they even pumped any volume out during the night. Sarah began to wail as the nurse connected the enema tube to her butt plug.

“Please,” Sarah began again. “She has to talk. I can’t take this anymore!” The nurse acknowledged her

After she was finished, the nurse retrieved a muzzle of sorts and began strapping it around Sarah’s head and under her chin. The muzzle kept her jaw shut and prevented her from talking.

“Good morning,” the nurse said. “Today you get an enema instead of breakfast that you will hold until the day shift nurse arrives. I was going to wait to give it to you at the last moment but because you didn’t open your mouth, I will give it to you slowly over the next couple hours.”

“MUUUHHH….”

Sarah trembled as the nurse started making her way to the valve.

“I’m only opening it a little so that you will be able to take it at a nice, easy pace.”

Sarah heard the soft hiss of the water being pumped into her guts just before she felt the sudden coolness of the water seep into her upper intestinal tract.

“Mmmmmuuuhhh…muhhhh…ugnnnnn….”

The nurse then began methodically suspending Sarah from the ceiling-spread eagle and nearly vertical-which only added to her misery. Sarah could also feel her catheter moving in her pee-hole…causing a painful pinching sensation each time it moved. Lastly, the nurse placed a rubber balloon in Sarah’s hand.

“Wondering what that’s for?” She began. “That’s the, ‘I have to pee’ balloon. You can squeeze it at any time to empty your bladder but by doing so, you’ll be injecting right back into your ass. I would’t want you to get dehydrated.”

“Enjoy your morning,” said the nurse turning to leave, then she stopped as she hesitated. In a final act of mercy or cruelty (Sarah couldn’t be sure of which), the nurse flipped the vibrator on to Sarah’s catheter tube. The morning nurse left, turning off the lights behind her.

As the blackness of the room enveloped her, Sarah felt the pressure slowly mounting within her. In the quiet darkness, the feeling was the only tether to her physical self. Soon, her stuffed bowels made loud enough noises to be heard above the constant purr of the vibrator and Sarah’s persistent howling. Without the vibrator, the enema would have been so unbearable that she wondered if the experience would cause her to go insane. Still, she couldn’t believe how desperate she was to have an orgasm as the vibrating tube bypassed her clitoris- which was still trapped in the suction tube and throbbing.

The extra liquid in her system eventually cycled its way to her bladder which inexorably filled. As soon as Sarah felt the discomfort she pumped the ball, simply glad that she had control over something. It was difficult to differentiate between the enema and the urine anyway.

Meanwhile, her mad urges to expel the huge enema hit her in waves; each caused a panicked-frenzy in her body and mind. Between the waves remained the persistent and mind numbing hours of orgasm denial torture. The pressure from the huge enema put extra pressure on her already stuffed vagina. Combined with the vibrations from the catheter, Sarah was insane with urge to touch her clit; which, of course, she was prevented from doing because of the body suit. She felt her clit throb in the back of her throat as she continually rocked her hips without any control over herself. Her loins clenched hard around the base of the dildo still stretching her.

In these moments, the shear overload of sexual pleasure overwhelmed her senses and created a state of uncontrollable euphoria…so long as her bowels didn’t spasm. The spasms came longer and longer apart but grew in intensity each time as Sarah was slowly filled near bursting. By the time the day nurse arrived, Sarah was a soaked, sobering mess.

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[witcheystuffandthings]

Starting a Grimoire📙

Ok so somebody asked for some tips on starting their grimoire so here’s this long ass post for anyone who needs it.

You do not need some big fancy notebook it can be a really cheap one or it can be online or in a scrapbook/binder

Ideas of what to put in your Grimoire

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🌌Table of contents

🌌A page about you, your birthstone, fav herbs/crystals to make it more personal

🌌Types of magick

🌌Types of witches

🌌The history of magick/witches in your country or local area

🌌About the deities you worship if you worship any

🌌Local myths/legends of interest

🌌herbs and their magickal properties

🌌 Candles and their magickal properties

🌌Essential oils and their magickal properties

🌌Crystals and their magickal propererties

🌌Gemstones and their magickal properties

🌌Runes

🌌Sigils

🌌Casting a circle

🌌Spells and how to cast them

🌌What days/times are best for casting spells

🌌Zodiac signs

🌌Moon phases

🌌Familiars

🌌Altars, what they are and what you need to set one up

🌌Moon water

🌌Sun water

🌌Banishing

🌌Binding

🌌Cleansing

🌌Grounding

🌌Spirit work, how to do it and how to stay safe

🌌Put protection sigils over the Grimoire to keep it safe and hidden

🌌Planets and their relation to magick

🌌Sabbats

🌌Witch terminology 101

Organizing a Grimoire

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🍁This isn’t needed, if you prefer the write as you go method that’s fine.

🍁For those of us who prefer to have it organized a table of contents is a must.

🍁Try and plan what your going to write down when. If it helps write down in a notebook or in your book of shadows every idea you can think of putting in your grimoire and number them.

🍁It’s ok if it’s not ‘perfect’ chances are this is your first grimoire so not only is ok its natural to make a few mistakes here and there

🍁Write in pencil if you don’t like crossing out mistakes or using tipex

🍁The key thing to remember is that it doesn’t need to look ‘Tumblr perfect’ as long as you understand it

[thelonelystray]

I may be extremely shy but if you want to fuck me in a public changing room and keep my panties afterward I will 100% do it while blushing furiously the whole time

[skgonzalezstories]

Let's watch horror movies while I'm inside you.

[contradictorydamsel]

Will you cover my eyes? I get scared

[contradictorydamsel]

Something I wrote after a dream. Feeling romantic.

--UNEDITED--

An ‘I Love You’

I was looking out the window, a sea of lights below indicating the city. But, up here, in the clouds, it was dark. Every light off, the dead of night, but sleep was the last thing on my mind. I turned my gaze to the window, not through it, but the reflection. Indirectly staring at the man in the chair, thinking of how we got here, and where we were going.

As if he could sense my gaze, he looked up, eyes locking onto mine in the window. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t even turn around, as my heart rate picked up speed. He slowly rose off the chair and stalked toward me. His gaze, although indirect, was searing and my core heated as I held it, the promise in it.

He stopped right behind me, his reflection towering over mine. My stomach was fluttering with nerves and excitement, my breath uneven as I tried to stay still, as if simply enjoying the view. His hand moved to my ass, rubbing and groping, through my dress. My breath hitched at the sudden contact as my body reflexively tightened. He started lifting the dress, resting his hand on my bare ass, smirking at finding no panties undeath. I smiled back, feeling as if I surprised him for once.

His hand moved, cupping my pussy, then his fingers gliding over it oh so lightly. I shivered and moved down slightly trying to get more friction, but he was too smart and moved with me. I bit my lip, pleading with my eyes as he continued to tease me. And then he thrust two fingers in, fast and hard and sudden, before pulling back out slowly.

My eyes became unfocused, a blur of lights below, as he pumped his fingers in and out. My knees bent, trying to follow as he left a feeling of emptiness every time he pulled out. My hands reached out the steady myself on the glass as he continued to pick up speed. Legs already shaking and my insides aching for the release that was building. My breaths became heavier, little groans following as I got closer. And right when I was about to fall over that glorious edge, he stopped completely, holding his fingers up and licking myself off.

I tried to turn around, to protest at his sudden disappearance, but two hands gripped my hips and pushed down slightly. Telling me to stay put. I opened my mouth, but shut it right away, wanting to know what would happen. I felt him move, and then his head was pressed right at my entrance, but he was teasing me. He just held it there, the tiniest bit of pressure that felt like he’d slide in, but he kept it out. I groaned in frustration, trying to grind back, to make him fill me. My eyes moved back to his in the window, begging to just please keep going. Our gazes locked, he smirked, and he filled me with one thrust, all the way to the hilt.

My eyes slid closed, as I braced myself on the windowsill, opening my legs to get better stance. I pushed back against him thrust for thrust, moans turning to screams as he drove into me over and over and over again. It felt like I was floating, orgasms riddling my body as my legs turned more into jelly. I felt a tap near my eyes and pried them open, coming down from the high as he slowed his pace. I went to turn my head and say something in confusion when he reached up and stuck a finger to my lips. No words. Then he moved my chin back to our reflection, his gaze traveling up and down, mine following. Watching us come together, my chest heaving. I reached behind me and gripped the back of his neck, looking into his eyes. I could read the command there, don’t look away, hold my gaze. I nodded once, to show I understand, and he started back up.

My eyes turned hooded as I struggled to keep them open, wanting to lose myself back in the bliss. But I held it, we stared into each other’s eyes, our souls as we continued panting, groaning, and everything in between. I held that stare like a lifeline, the one thing keeping me tied to earth was this man, and I was the only one to keep him tied too. It was intense, personal even. It was intimate, and in the middle of another release shredding its way through me, I understood. Words weren’t enough, we showed it the only way we knew how. Fucking each other dry.

He moaned, as if knowing I figured it out, and sped up. His thrusts became erratic, matching my heavy breathing. He finished, pushing into me, filling me completely, as he moved more, trying to get as deep as he could. He pulled out, eyes hooded to match mine, both of us spent from the rawness of energy we just shared. I turned, finally and looked him in the eyes, the real ones. I held my hand on his cheek as he reached for me. We stared at each other, eyes searching, and he pulled me in for a kiss. A searing passionate kiss, one that claimed me, heart and soul. A confession, one that confirmed everything. I put all my passion back into it, agreeing and confessing myself. We didn’t need words, the experience said it all, we were each other’s worlds. He broke the kiss, and stared down, eyes soft as he whispered what we both knew, “I love you”.

[skgonzalezstories]

I love how you say "make me" like I actually won't do it.

[contradictorydamsel]

I say "make me" so you hold me down and make it hurt 😏

[violent-rape-fantasies]

If you saw a girl sitting at a library table at night, alone, and with no one else around, what would you do?

I would ask if she wanted to be walked back to her place, so she didn’t have to be out alone at night.

On the walk home, I get to know about her.  Ask her what she was in the library so late reading, what kinds of interests she has, what she’s studying for the pure joy of knowledge and learning.  Where she comes from originally and what brought her here.  What the last good work of fiction she read was.  What big dream she had to give up because circumstances came knocking.

Once we reach her place, I see her in safely from the sidewalk.  She’d pause at the doorway and ask if I wanted to come in.  I’d decline, of course; it’s too late, time for me to be getting home - maybe I’ll see you around.  I wave as I turn and walk away, leaving her wondering if she should at least give me her number or something.  Too late, too much hesitation - I’m gone.  She closes the door and locks it behind her.

Some time later, she’s roused from her sleep.  Did she hear a noise?  Or was it just her dream that woke her?  Half-asleep, her head sinks back into her pillow, unaware that I’m in the room, watching her.  Waiting for her to fall back asleep.  I quietly slip my belt off my pants and move to the side of her bed.

I grab her head by a fistful of her hair and yank it up off her pillow.  The pain wakes her immediately, but she’s too disoriented to and confused to do anything but flail.  I loop my belt around her throat and squeeze it tight, the buckle digging into her neck as it cuts off her air and tightens against her carotid.  The other hand comes back down on the back of her head, this time smothering her into her pillow.

It only takes a few seconds before the flailing weakens and turns into mere twitches.  I let go of the belt, letting it loosen just a bit, as I unzip my pants and take out my cock, forcing her legs apart.  She moans, half-conscious, feeling my fingers inside her wet little cunt.  Violence is hard to understand when you’re not expecting it.  When my cock slams into her from behind, she squeals until I tighten the belt again, strangling the sound in her throat as I start pounding her with hard, deep strokes.

She knows that it’s me.  She knows I walked her home to find out where she lives.  She can barely remember my name, and my face is a blur in her memory.  When she tries to look back, she only gets hit in the face, hard.  Not that she would be able to see anything in the complete darkness.  I tighten the belt more, lifting her body straight off the bed with the force of it, until her body goes limp.

I let her in and out of consciousness.  I love hearing her strangling noises, feeling her body go limp and unconscious then tighten back up when she comes to.  She wakes up with my cock buried in her cunt, then passes out again.  The next time she comes to, I’m tearing her tight little virgin asshole open.  The next time she regains consciousness, she can feel my cum coating her face and taste it in her mouth.  

In and out, again and again, for the entire night, catching only snippets of my abuse of her body.  The last time she wakes up, the belt is no longer around her throat, it’s around her wrists, pulling her back against me as I furiously pound her ruined pussy and fill it with my cum.  She can feel it filling her up.  She can feel I’m not wearing a condom.  She starts to struggle, but my hands close around her throat.  She tries to claw at my hands, kick at me behind her, but my fingers squeeze harder, digging into her trachea.  Her resistance weakens.  She passes out again.

By the time she wakes up again, it’s well past noon.  She’s had multiple missed calls from work on her phone.  She scrolls through the worried texts from her coworkers and friends absent-mindedly as she looks at the dark bruises encircling her neck in the mirror.

She takes a long, hot shower.

She gets out and lays naked and wet on top of her comforter for a while, just staring at the ceiling.

Then she puts on one of her favorite outfits and walks to the library.

[ineeditdirty2]

Wishing the library was open this time of night…

[sweetpetwhxre2]

"you're so cute" okay?? why am i not chained up in your basement then??

[contradictorydamsel]

I always appreciate how much you support my blog. Maybe I should come find you and your tight little asshole until you fucking cry to thank you. ;P

I'll leave the door unlocked then ;)

[skgonzalezstories]

Reblog this if you want scary threats and/or degradation in your messages or inbox.

[werewolvesandsexfiends2]

Let’s play a game.

Your best friend is tied up in the next room. I’m going to take that tape off your mouth long enough for you to make a choice. You can either stay silent, or tell me to take her instead.

I’m going to give her the same choice.

If you both stay silent, I’m going to leave you both here untouched.

If you tell me to take her and she doesn’t say anything. Not only am I going to rail that bitch right there, and make sure you hear all of it, I’m going to bring her with me to be my own personal little piece of fuckmeat. I won’t touch you at all, but you’ll never see her again. I’ll do the same to you if you stay quiet and she tells me to take you.

If you both tell me to take the other, I’ll fuck you both but I’ll leave you here with your holes dripping my cum and knowing that you both betrayed each other.

Think carefully before you choose.