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A little bit about me 📖
I’m a confused lesbian, switch, butch transfem. This and having a safe space to be subby in different ways are the main reasons for the existence of this blog.
English isn’t my native language.
My usual pronouns are they/them, but I’m open to misgendering when playing.
I use the traffic light system as a way to communicate boundaries 🚦.
You can find my polls with #polls.txt, and my bests posts are tagged with #pinkcorruption.txt.
Current kinks 🌶️
Edging (++), chastity, hypnosis (++), conditioning (+++), mind control (+), challenges (++), corruption (+++), dumbification, orientation play (+++), patriarchy (++), forced feminization, cuckold/candaulisme (+++) and others I forgot.
since i didn't say it explicitly, i should probably clarify. a human is a kind of animal, and is no exception to 'can be trained'. humans are not special. there is no magical "free will" that protects human minds from such 'manipulation' as 'communication'.
sometimes a human may be more inclined to not perform the behaviors you're looking for, but a human is a pretty intelligent creature so is usually quite responsive to conditioning once the training begins.
a lesbian who agrees to entertain her kinkier bi gf's fantasy - "i want to watch you get fucked by a man, you're both gonna look so hot, and it drives me crazy to imagine how lucky he's gonna feel fucking a real lesbian and giving you your first real taste of straight sex, and you getting off despite not being attracted to him" - so they invite their trusted guy friend who they know will be cool about it and do his best to make the lesbian feel comfortable
she feels strange - is it apprehension? does she want to tap out? no, that's not it. in fact, she feels more eager to do it than ever. ...because it would turn her girlfriend on so much, of course.
all the reassuring that they can stop at any moment, that they can start slow, none of it means anything to her - because as soon as she's face to face with her friend's cock, she's basically salivating. once she's actually sucking him off, she doesn't even pay attention to her girlfriend, doesn't even think to look in her direction or listen to her encouragement and praise. he feels so good in her mouth. tastes so good. smells so good. she doesn't bother putting on a show - doesn't need to.
soon enough she forgets her girlfriend is even there - still touching herself and enjoying the show, unaware that her lesbian girlfriend is becoming a man-loving cockslut right in front of her. breathing in his musk as she licks up and down his cock, letting him press her face into his balls so she can huff and slurp them - feeling that broad reassuring hand on the back of her head... getting up to kiss and lick his hairy chest, getting manhandled by him as he asks if she's okay to continue, but the sound of his voice just goes straight to her clit. finally she's getting fucked in the pussy with that hot, throbbing cock she was slobbering all over just a moment ago. he's fucking her from the behind, holding her so firmly as he beats up her cunt and subjecting her to heat and fullness and friction she never could have imagined... his hips slap against her cakemeat while his hands squeeze her waist like a vice and she realizes she was made for this, this is what her body is perfect for
needless to say, the experiment didn't go according to plan. that much is obvious when, exhausted and cockdrunk, she mumbles to her girlfriend: "i think i'm straight..."
her girlfriend laughs, thinking it was a joke. because she doesn't know yet that it's going to come up again soon: "i don't think it's going to work out between us after all. i'm pretty sure i'm straight."
people will criticize tme/tma calling it "the new gender binary" and then go around calling people amab and afab as if they just ran a find and replace in their vocabulary for "male" and "female"
It's important to play with the prostate as it is a literal toy. There is a pleasure button buried in the roof of a girl's hole, and playing with it like a toy yields marvellous results. I have three ways I like to play with her prostate: Rubbing, Pressing and Thrusting.
Rubbing is self explanatory and also the best for warming her up, methodical clockwise gyrations are very welcoming - you can however, once she's warmed up start to alternate between clockwise and counterclockwise or start to focus your gyrations on slowly easing her hole open.
Pressing can manifest in either hard consistent pressure or a series of firm taps. Varying between the two is fun of course, overstimulating her with fast and strong taps before turning her brain off with one tap that doesn't stop is a classic.
Thrusting is obvious, and is honestly more stimulation for the hole than it is the prostate - with deep enough thrusting and an open enough bottom you can also start to tease her second hole and gently tug on it if she enjoys the sensation (or more if she really enjoys it).
The combination of all three of these techniques is what gets a girl to see stars in my experience - add and take away and try to keep her at the "limply holding on" phase (my girl starts involuntarily confessing her love at this stage). Once she goes away completely (I've heard this called the Forever Place) she's likely to cum when she returns if you've done it right, a countdown can further establish your control over this involuntary response from her body.
Another fun technique is gently squeezing her prostate between your thumb on the outside and forefinger(s) inside. If she becomes accustomed to this feeling you can even start to rub her prostate from the outside whenever you'd like (just about on the underside of her taint) this has the added benefit of feeling for both of you remarkably like you are rubbing her pussy.
With all these techniques in hand you can (in my experience) blow a girl away with a single finger, but keep in mind that different numbers of fingers give different experiences - a single finger can offer laser-focused precision to pleasure points, two fingers can keep the entirety of a prostate entertained and three or more can be spread to further stimulate the hole (and invite more inside).
Have fun and chase whatever reaction you best want from her - each girl is different and once you learn the language of her pleasure you can start to do things she may have never thought possible. Remember! The prostate is a toy!
Using real victims stories and saying you wish it would happen to you or talking about the CHILD victims of Epstein with jealousy, just because you have a rape and kidnapping kink is fucked up and disgusting. I’d love for you to look a nine year old little girl in the eyes who’s been trafficked, tortured, and raped by Jeffery Epstein, and tell her that you wish you were her. Fuck you. Seriously fuck you so much, you disgusting excuse of a human being.
YOU are fucked up and disgusting if you do that. YOU are not welcome on this blog if you do that or think that’s even remotely okay.
Shame on you. You’re a revolting human being and I mean that whole heartedly. I hope this earth is rid of your scum sooner rather than later. Again, whole heartedly :)
*** the post above is what spiraled me into this rant, but I see it so so often.
@fr33whore SHAME ON YOU.
And @jailb8tbunni who commented agreeing, shame on you too. You are both sick, and every person who liked that post is sick.
Sometimes it's just as simple as, after a stressful, long and tiring day, I just want to turn off my brain and get fucked so hard that I forget all about my hard day. And men are best at doing that. Men don't want anything from me except just wanting to use me as an object. Men don't care if I am a lesbian they just want to use me as they want. And I don't have to put any emotional labour in as I have to do with girls.
Also, it is just fun sometimes to see how eager men get to cheat on their girlfriend as soon as they know they can fuck their girlfriend's lesbian friend.
This statement isn’t the “ultra very inclusive ally” you believe it is. All your saying about yourself is that you’re a fucking transphobe who see trans afab as fuckable because “not really a man” and trans women as dangerous or not women enough.
And just to push the point about trans men: I never saw those kind of fuckers attracted to trans bears or trans men on T for a dozen of years.
Trans men and nonbinary afab: please, don’t fall for this kind of losers and their alternative “I discover I’m bi because of you”, you deserve partners who see you as you really are, and will always support you when you want to start HRT of going for surgeries.
I'm going to corrupt you through hypnosis. I'll remove all your shame and inhibitions. I'll have you give in to your every perverse desire and let you enjoy your debauchery. You'll exult in the pleasures you always held yourself back from. You'll let yourself become an object, a plaything. No worries about dignity. Pure libertine delight.
The problem is that hypnosis wears off. Days or weeks later you'll be returned to your old state, only now with the memory of your every transgression. How long will the guilt eat at you? When will you start begging me to take it all away again? How many of your own lines will you cross in order to feel my corruption break your brain again?
I had three incredibly intense orgasms the other night. Each one felt so, so good. Overwhelming pleasure spreading across my body. Goosebumps covered my body, sharp little whines slipped from my throat. I was shaking and breathless and I couldn’t move after.
And yet all I could think about was how much I missed being denied. How badly I wanted to hear him tell me no. I needed to hear him tell me that I’m not allowed to cum. Remembering each time that he’d make me beg to stay denied. Make me say that I don’t need to cum, and that I don’t want to. And every single time that he did, I’d thank him. Because I belong in denial and I’m always so grateful when he reminds me of that fact.
One brief no and my vision gets fuzzy, my thoughts get cloudy, and I’m suddenly aching and desperate and relieved to be told no. I love knowing that any pleasure I get is owned. Because it’s not my body, it’s not my mind, and it’s not my pleasure. It’s his. It’s so relieving to know that I don’t need to worry about my pleasure.
I used to put on men giving math lectures and play with my pussy while watching them be so smart it was really good for my brain because I never understood anything and it really showed me how silly and dumb my little girl brain is. now whenever I get to watch a man be smart I get all excited and rub my legs together :3
CW: bimbofication, brainwashing, corruption, body modification, personality erasure,
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Candace could barely keep still as she cleared space on her coffee table. The package had arrived earlier than promised, its clean white box marked only with a small pink logo that felt more playful than clinical. Finally, she thought, something that might actually work.
The program had sounded almost too good to be true when she first read about it: a carefully tested, fully approved medication paired with guided training videos designed to encourage healthier habits. No willpower necessary, no guilt induced, just structure and support offered. Candace had spent weeks researching before she allowed herself to click order, reading studies, skimming forums, and cross-checking sources late into the night.
It was called the PINK Program, short for Personalized Intake and Neuro-conditioning Kit.
She appreciated how the name sounded, even if the acronym leaned a little too hard into cheerful branding. Still, people swore by it. Weight loss, better focus, improved mood. Some testimonials were glowing to the point of absurdity, written in bubbly tones that made Candace wince. A little simple, she'd thought politely, scrolling past hearts and exclamation points.
But the data looked solid. The science sounded sensible. And if the side effect was optimism, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
Smiling to herself, Candace lifted the lid of the box, revealing three tidy stacks of supplies: a row of individually wrapped sterile syringes, a series of pink vials filled with liquid, and a slim, unmarked pink drive nestled into the packaging, ready to be loaded into a computer for the first of many sessions.
Candace read the included instructions, which promised a safe, gradual change with no dietary or lifestyle adjustments required. Just an injection twice a day and a 30-minute session to go along with it. Easy. She'd ordered the three-month supply, and she intended to follow the plan exactly, no excuses.
She'd do this right.
Candace found the instructions clear and easy to follow, and soon had a dose of the medication drawn, ready to administer. The first session was loaded on her computer, waiting in the background, its window promising an animated, friendly guide to walk her through the training. Candace hesitated for only a moment before injecting the contents of the syringe, wincing slightly as the needle entered her skin.
It's worth it, she reminded herself. This will be worth it.
As she felt a tingle slowly travel along her skin, Candace started the program.
"Welcome to your first PINK training session," the guide on the screen said warmly. "This session is designed to prepare you for your journey. Just relax and listen to my voice, and we can begin."
The animated character moved through the motions of taking deep, measured breaths. Candace, following along, began to feel more at ease. Her mind wandered as her breathing grew deeper, her eyes unfocused as the animation on screen began to swirl. She couldn't remember exactly how long the video lasted, but when it finished, Candace felt rested and refreshed. Ready.
She would do this. It was going to be great.
The following days passed with little change. Candace kept to her injections and her training, finding both easier than she expected.
And she already saw results. A little weight lost. Some water retention relieved. Nothing drastic, but noticeable. Encouraging.
The first few sessions had been gentle and relaxing, leaving Candace with a calm, hazy feeling afterwards, her limbs loose, her breathing relaxed. The videos themselves, though she didn't remember exactly what they contained.
But the feeling was nice, and she had no reason to doubt their efficacy. Her weight was dropping. The scales promised it. And the way her clothes fit confirmed it.
The following week saw her progress continue. To her surprise, she already had to buy new clothes. Not only because the ones she had fitted loosely around her problem zones, but also her bras seemed too tight.
It was a strange thought that her breasts were growing. But it was obvious when she was wearing her bras. Her nipples seemed bigger, and they were more sensitive than before.
So she had gone on a shopping trip. Her bank account would hurt. But as she tried things on in the shop's mirror, she realised that she looked great.
And that made the expense worth it.
Her clothes were no longer the dull things she had used to wear. Her tops showed more skin. Her jeans were a tight fit, but they felt good.
And her bras and panties had a little lace now and were pink. She couldn't resist the cute color. It made her smile.
***
Like she had done for weeks now, she got ready for the next session. The syringe went into the bottle with the liquid, and after a small squirt to get rid of air, the needle found its way into her leg.
And as the fluid entered her body, she could feel it working. It was like a warm glow spread through her veins. A tingly sensation that made her shudder. It was like the PINK drug was awakening her body.
It made her nipples grow erect. It made her pussy moist.
The training video started, and she could feel the warm glow spread even further.
"Welcome back! It's time to relax. Enter the pink space," said the sweet, female voice that she had come to enjoy. It felt like she had missed hearing it.
She did as the voice told her, closing her eyes and relaxing.
"Take deep breaths in, deep breaths out. Let all the tension out of your body."
Candace found it easy to follow the voice's instruction, as she breathed deeply in and then out again.
"You are doing so great, just relax and let the pink drug flow through you," the voice said, and as it mentioned the word 'pink', the drug seemed to heat up in her veins, like a pink glow flowing through them.
"Just be open and receptive. Enter the pink space. You want to do what I say, don't you?"
She did. It was a silly question; of course, she did. Why else would she go to all the effort?
"You don't even need to answer, because we already know," the voice teased. Candace giggled at this. The pink drug was spreading through her, making her tingly.
"Deeper and deeper into the pink space. You're already there, and it's wonderful, isn't it?" The voice said, and it was right.
Candace opened her eyes, and she saw that the video was showing swirling shades of lovely pink.
"Deeper and deeper into the pink space. It's the only thing you need, Candy. Enter the pink space." The voice called her 'Candy', which made Candace giggle like a schoolgirl. The drug made it seem like the voice had caressed her, and her nipples grew more erect, and her pussy moistened.
"Enter the pink space, and everything will feel wonderful. You want to feel wonderful, don't you? You're such a good girl, such a pretty girl. Enter the pink space, and become even more wonderful. Just drop deep."
Candace woke up relaxed and refreshed. She stretched her arms out, enjoying how limber she felt. She got up from her couch, where the computer still showed the video's screen saver, the pink PINK logo rotating gently. She stretched some more, feeling her body wake up, as if every muscle had been gently massaged and relaxed. It felt so good; she giggled with pleasure as she moved around.
And then her breasts jiggled a bit.
They felt nice and full today, and they bounced with even the slightest motion. Candace's plump lips formed a pleased smile. Of course, her breasts jiggled. She always had big tits, didn't she?
Shaking her head, she dispelled the dissonance. Nothing weird was happening. With rolling hips, she stalked into the bathroom. Another shopping trip called.
***
A shiver raced through Candace as she felt eyes roam her delicious body. It made her smile. The clothes she wore were meant to make sure all the eyes of boys and girls alike would linger on her. Her tight, short shorts hugged the curves of her ass and hips, showing her long, toned legs. And her crop top was just tight enough to show her tits were well proportioned and large, and her waist narrow.
It felt so good when eyes were on her; she had to be on display all the time.
She had her hands on a cart as she walked through the supermarket, swaying her hips as much as possible. The eyes were still on her. It made her bite her lip. She felt so good. It was like the attention made her glow. With an unnatural precision, she found the voyeur. He was on the other side of the aisle. A young man still feeling the awkwardness of youth despite being an adult.
Candy licked her lips, pussy throbbing with empty need.
With slow, deliberate steps, she walked closer to the boy, making sure he had a great look at her. He couldn't even pretend to look away, and he was blushing. But his eyes were glued to Candy and her curvy body. As she moved in front of him, her crop top rode up her belly.
"Hey, handsome," she said, voice low and husky, and smiled at him. The boy's blush grew worse, and he mumbled something incoherent. His eyes were all over Candy, and he was squirming with a growing erection. "I've been so lonely lately." The words rolled off her lips, a lie so practiced it felt natural.
His eyes lingered on her lips. She had put on her bright pink lipstick to make them look plumper and softer. His mouth opened as he gasped.
"It's so hard to find someone who can help a poor girl like me feel appreciated," she cooed. Her fingers reached out, teasingly close to him. "Won't you appreciate Candy?" He was just staring, lost for words.
Candice's long, perfectly manicured fingernails reached forward. His jeans were tenting. The boy gasped again.
"Please," the word was like honey, her hand found its target, and the boy gasped yet again. She could feel his cock was hard and eager, throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
He looked so cute, Candy had to smile, while her fingers explored the shape of his cock, and his hands grasped her hips.
She pressed herself closer. He was a little shorter than she was. She giggled, her tits bouncing at that, as he pressed his face between them.
"I need your attention, you see," she moaned. She could feel her own body responding to the boy's eagerness, her pussy moistening.
"S-sure," he stuttered. He couldn't keep his hands from moving over her skin. He was clearly inexperienced, and he seemed so afraid to do something wrong.
Candy giggled and then gasped when his hands found the curve of her ass.
"Sure, you will what?" Candy asked, her hand reaching down his body. He gasped.
"Sure, I will appreciate you," he answered. She squeezed the growing bulge in his pants, causing a sharp inhale. She rubbed his hardening length through the thick material.
"I bet you'll be very good to me. Fuck me like the slut Candy is," she said, licking her soft lips slowly. Her fingers were stroking his hard cock through his jeans. She could feel every inch of it as it throbbed. The young man's breathing quickened as she rubbed him harder.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Candy needs some cock in her pussy, you see," she giggled.
"I do," the young man breathed. He couldn't take his eyes off Candy. She knew exactly how to look to keep his attention. "I'd love to fuck you."
She let go of his cock and stepped back from him. Her hands slid down her body. "Yes. Let's meet outside. Candy's home isn't far from here." Then she bit her lower lip and added, "You can do whatever you want with me there."
He nodded enthusiastically.
Candy gave him her most seductive smile, showing him just how eager she was for what they would be doing together.
***
Groggy, Candace woke up. The sheets stuck to her naked body as she tried to move.
What had happened? Her pussy throbbed, and her whole body felt sore. The memories were vague. As she tried to remember what had happened, she felt an ache deep in her core. A yearning to be filled again. The thought alone was enough to make her gasp with pleasure.
Her hand reached between her legs, touching her swollen lips.
It was clear she'd had sex, but she couldn't really remember any details of the encounter itself.
But the shock she expected only came in the form of a dull thud in the back of her mind, and even that feeling was rapidly fading away.
That was odd, she thought. She'd have expected herself to feel something more than just mild confusion. Instead, she found herself feeling almost pleased.
Candy giggled at her own confusion. The PINK was so right. Candy was a dumb bimbo.
Candace's eyes bulged wide open in surprise. Worry gnawed at her thoughts. She wasn't a bimbo. Hurrying she stalked in a pair of pink stilettos in to the bathroom.
And for the first time in months, she actually registered how much had changed. Her lips, which used to be a thin line, were plump, soft, and pink. Her hair used to be mousy brown and in a ponytail. It now reached her shoulders, was bleached blonde, and styled to look effortlessly sexy. Her bre-bres-boobs, yes Candy's boobs were yummy and heavy.
She looked down at them. Her nipples were pink and puffy. And Candy had to admit she looked really fucking hot.
Candace shook her head. No, this was wrong. She didn't look hot; she looked weird. She looked like a bimbo.
Candy giggled. 'Like, duh,' she thought. Of course, Candy was hot. Her body was so sexy.
It felt good. She felt good. She'd been feeling good all along. Why would she ever worry about anything?
Candy looked at her body in the mirror, admiring its voluptuous, fuckable form. Candy always looked and acted like a bimbo. She couldn't remember a time she hadn't.
Neither did Candace. A shiver of fear ran down her spine. This, this had to be a cosmic joke. How had this happened to her? Had something happened to her? The only thing she could remember was PINK.
An alarm rang in the background. Candy giggled and strolled into the living room. It was time for the last shot. Candy took the syringe and placed it in the bottle with fluid. With a well-practised hand, she pulled up the pink fluid into the syringe. Her heart rate quickened with excitement, and her hand shook.
The anticipation was growing. It had to be now; it had to happen now. As quickly as possible, she brought the syringe to her leg and pushed the needle into her skin.
Candy felt the familiar rush of warmth spread through her body; her skin tingled with pleasure as the drug worked its magic.
Candace looked at the liquid. She knew it had to be the reason. Her hand moved down, despite Candace's wishes. She didn't want to do it anymore. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her hand stopped at her leg.
Candy giggled; it was so silly of her to even hesitate. Her pussy was moist, her body tingled with the need for cock. She was ready.
Candace tried to fight it. Her body wasn't listening to her mind anymore. She could only watch as her hand pressed the syringe down.
As the drug entered Candy's system, her eyes glazed over, a dreamy expression taking over her face. The familiar, forgotten tingle spread like a wildfire through her system.
Candace moaned. She didn't know if it was because of the pleasure or the trepidation toiling through her.
Her computer sprang alive. The screen showed a swirling pink background as the speakers sprang to life.
"Candy, you've done such a great job." The female voice was warm, inviting, and seductive, and Candy giggled happily.
"You're a good little slut. A dumb, silly, horny girl," it said.
Candy nodded. Of course, she was. What else was there to be? She felt good.
"Now you have one thing left to do, before the training is over," the voice continued.
"Y-yes, please," she moaned, her body yearning for more.
"N-no, dammit," Candace groaned. She tried to move, tried to close the program, tried to do something. Anything!
Her hand moved, and for a moment she felt the thrill of victory. She had stopped it! But her hand didn't find the off button.
"Are you a good, obedient bimbo?"
Instead, it found its way to her boob and began to knead the sensitive flesh while she moaned in response.
"I'm a good, obedient bimbo!" Candy confirmed, and Candace felt a tingle in the back of her head. It sounded like a door opening.
"Are you always in the pink space, like a good bimbo," the voice asked, and the words were followed by an intense wave of lust.
"Yes. Always in the pink space." Candy's hand found its way down her belly and towards her clit, which was hard, needy, and throbbing for attention. It felt so good. She wanted to feel it more than anything else. Her body responded with eagerness.
Candace's mind was flooded with pink. She had always been in the pink space. Always.
She couldn't even imagine another space. She couldn't imagine not being in the pink space.
A deep sense of peace filled her. The last shred of Candace disappeared in the warm, wet folds of Candy's cunt.
"Candy is ready," Candy giggled, and her body felt light, almost weightless. It felt wonderful, and the feeling only intensified with every passing moment.
"Candy's mind is in the pink space." It was an undeniable fact.
"Any traces of boring Candace left? Be honest, Candy."
The voice sounded stern, and Candy shivered with pleasure at the tone of it. "No, Candy is only Candy," she answered truthfully. The name Candace didn't feel like her name. Candy was all that was left.
"Good girl, you've come a long way. Are you ready for your new life to begin?" The voice asked.
Candy nodded. Of course, she was.
"Are you ready to be a dumb, silly bimbo slut?"
"I'm always a silly bimbo," she giggled.
"And your cunt?" the voice continued.
"Is ready to be filled, duh." She drawled.
"Perfect," the voice purred. Candy felt the voice's pleasure, and her body reacted with her own.
"Then look at the screen, Candy. You still sound a little too smart for a real PINK bimbo."
Candy looked up and saw how the swirling background suddenly grew in intensity, the colors becoming more vivid, more hypnotic. Candy felt her mind, or what was left of it, fall into the PINK.
***
Sun rays tickled Candy's face. Her long eyelashes fluttered as her eyes slowly opened. She yawned. Her soft, pink lips formed a perfect 'O'. With a gentle stretch of her slender limbs, she woke up. It felt like every morning. A perfect, lazy awakening of her hot bimbo body.
She could feel the soft sheets of her bed slide across her silky smooth skin, and she arched her back in response to the pleasant sensation. The movement caused her firm, round boobs to press against the fabric, creating a delightful friction that made her moan softly in appreciation. Her pussy was wet, her body primed.
She looked around, her big blue eyes taking in the sight of her bedroom, the pink wallpaper, and her large collection of toys that she had gathered over time.
Slow, deliberate, she stood up. Fully aware of the cameras following her every move. It was always the same ritual in the mornings, and it was part of her job as the star of PINK's promotional materials to give the viewers something worth watching. She was an entertainer, a performer, a slut.
Her hips swayed as she made her way towards the bathroom. The cameras were still watching. They were always watching. It was her purpose. Candy felt the tingling pleasure of being seen, being desired, being lusted over. She lived to please, to be a fantasy come true, a wet dream incarnate, and a plaything for the enjoyment of others.
a LOT of kink content on tumblr is fantasy and does not reflect what kink should actually be like. it is totally ok to be turned on by these fantasies and it's good to incorporate them into your sex life in safe ways. however a lot of the hot hardcore kink scenarios that make it seem like everything was spontaneous are not necessarily lying to you, but they are leaving out the "before" part. kink requires a LOT of discussion and communication. you should not forsake this part of kink because you wanna get to sex immediately because the before and after of kink are just as important, if not more, than the during.
Anal plugs are a great way to enjoy anal pleasure and to train your body for anal sex. I'm going to stay super basic with this post and tell you two main reasons why these plugs are good vs bad. Lots of different kinds of plugs to explore, but these are basic. The plug on the left is what's called a princess plug. It has a decorative end, usually with a pretty jewel. The base it not wide enough, however. The base on an anal plug should be wider than the widest point of the plug so it does not accidentally slip inside you. You may not think it will, but if you can get that first bit in, the end can definitely go in, too. This is also a metal plug, and while metal is not inherently wrong for use as a toy, you should only use medical grade metals and that's often hard to verify. The anus has a direct route to your bloodstream, so anything you put up there can very easily be absorbed. Please be careful with materials you stick up your butt, or cover them with a condom.
The second plug is by a company called Tantus. I love their products. This plug has a wide, curved base so not only is it safer to wear, it's more comfy because it hugs your body. I have this plug in purple and it's very comfortable. It's also made with body safe silicone. I give it 10/10.
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