slut

queer • 28• they/them

[cuterharderkinks]

used to be cutehardkinks, was deleted

sometimes on lovense or wevibe

often high & horny & thinking like a slut

In my late 20’s, 21+ only

[disgustingdegenerate]

The sound of my piss splashing into your mouth after a long day would be so soothing, don't you think? 💛

or maybe it'd just make you go feral?

[4amstalker-deactivated20240125]

Pressing a shock collar to your cunt and zapping you whenever you misbehave

[nymphykitti]

Begging you to shock me on the highest setting bc it might make you smile to see me scream and cry

[undetermined-again]

I have always wanted a shock device that is inserted into the cunt, and then the other electrode is a small spike that pushes directly onto the victim’s clit - perfect for that deep shooting shock.

[papas-house-3]

They make excellent invisible leashes for when in public with your cunt too

[stalkerdyke-2]

last night, after i raped my kid's ass, i burried myself in its cunt and settled in, kid on their tummy, head hanging off the edge of the bed. me with my weight holding them down. id found a stash of extra long matches earlier and wanted to feel it squirm and clench around me while i tapped the blown out match ends on its ass. after id collected a few used ones, i had a little idea for a game to play :3

i snapped the sticks into different lengths, held 4 in my hand, assigned each one a body part, and had my kid draw lots. after a few rounds, i could tell they were getting overwhelmed, so i simplified it. pick the shortest stick, and ill stop. or else i get to burn a special spot of my choosing. thus didnt go well for it either :((( so i sinplified it again. 2 sticks instead of 4. 50/50 chance! but my kiddo's luck was prettyyyyy rough :((( it even got its nipple burnt..... along with the nape of their neck and the back of their hand. but their flinching felt Amazing. they flinched every time i struck the match and the dark bedroom lit up. i adore the smell of matches... and i adore how their skin smells when it's singed. i told it i might even try and find a perfume for it that has the same scent, so i can enjoy the memory every now and again.

eventually though, kiddo finally guessed right and drew the short stick! good timing too, otherwise i was gonna flip it over and burn its swollen clit! i think it had a lot of fun, i'll be sure to play that game again. and Whatever they tell you, i did Not cheat 😌 im very fair at games!

[pretzelpussy]

what is your ideal clit removal fantasy? (or one of them if ideal is too hard)

it used to be this, but my tastes have changed quite a bit since then.

now, i would say my ideal clit removal fantasy is being held as a captive.

i would scream and cry and resist my new owner, and they'd get desperate.

and then, an idea. just a quick snip to correct my temperament.

so they'd drug me, load me up in their car, and take me to the clinic.

i'd wake up naked, strapped into a strange chair with my limbs restrained and my legs spread wide open.

there would be a table at my side, with a vet arranging tools on it. they would smile when they noticed i was awake.

my owner would sit in a chair in the corner of the room, watching and waiting. i would be scared and confused, having no idea what was coming next.

the vet would take a syringe from the table and push the needle into my clit. i'd cry out in pain, but as the vet pushed the plunger down, i would feel less and less until i was completely numb. and that would be the last thing my clit would ever feel.

they would position themself between my legs and pick up a scalpel. i'd start struggling, but the straps would hold me tightly in place.

the vet would use one gloved hand to push the hood back, fully exposing my clit. then they would use the scalpel to trace around the shaft, making any necessary relief cuts.

they'd set the bloodied scalpel to the side and pick up a pair of pliers. the vet would clamp them around my clit, pulling slowly and steadily.

despite the numbing injection, i would still feel a deep, sickening tugging sensation. my clit would slowly slide out of me.

the vet would dangle it in front of me, then show my owner the same before setting it down on a tray.

after being stitched up, my owner would drug me again.

and then i'd wake up back in my owner's home, and they would show me how it feels to get fucked with no semblance of pleasure, with no risk of cumming.

[stalkerdyke-2]

last night, after i raped my kid's ass, i burried myself in its cunt and settled in, kid on their tummy, head hanging off the edge of the bed. me with my weight holding them down. id found a stash of extra long matches earlier and wanted to feel it squirm and clench around me while i tapped the blown out match ends on its ass. after id collected a few used ones, i had a little idea for a game to play :3

i snapped the sticks into different lengths, held 4 in my hand, assigned each one a body part, and had my kid draw lots. after a few rounds, i could tell they were getting overwhelmed, so i simplified it. pick the shortest stick, and ill stop. or else i get to burn a special spot of my choosing. thus didnt go well for it either :((( so i sinplified it again. 2 sticks instead of 4. 50/50 chance! but my kiddo's luck was prettyyyyy rough :((( it even got its nipple burnt..... along with the nape of their neck and the back of their hand. but their flinching felt Amazing. they flinched every time i struck the match and the dark bedroom lit up. i adore the smell of matches... and i adore how their skin smells when it's singed. i told it i might even try and find a perfume for it that has the same scent, so i can enjoy the memory every now and again.

eventually though, kiddo finally guessed right and drew the short stick! good timing too, otherwise i was gonna flip it over and burn its swollen clit! i think it had a lot of fun, i'll be sure to play that game again. and Whatever they tell you, i did Not cheat 😌 im very fair at games!

[cuterharderkinks]

I came so hard thinking about pain play and specifically clit torture. I put menthol on my nipples and around my asshole and on the creases where my cunt and thighs meet, just so I would be extra sensitive. I had my vibrator on the highest setting while thinking about being a disgusting enough slut that someone would want to nail my clit to something.

[ftmbigbro]

The Hairbrush - play-along for ftm subs

(Words used for genitalia: cunt, pussy, clit, hole

Kinks: impact, degradation, humiliation, penetration, denial, praise, dumbification, light cnc)

What exactly do you think you're doing, young man? Didn't I tell you not to let me catch you playing with your slutty little cunt again? And yet here we are...

Are you sorry? Oh you certainly are going to be, boy. I think it's about time you get a proper punishment.

Go put on a pair of clean boxers and a pair of pants. Trust me, soon you will be begging to keep them on.

Now, fetch me a hairbrush, preferably one with a nice hard back and a long thick shaft.

Go to the bathroom and clean the hairbrush. While you clean it, I want you to think about why you are getting punished today.

Once you are done, bring the brush with you to your room. Close the door behind you and make sure we won't be disturbed while I discipline you, I am sure you'd rather avoid anyone seeing you like this...

Now, pull down your trousers but don't take them off, let them hang by your feet as you straddle the corner of your bed. This feels humiliating, doesn't it? Following my orders and getting yourself in position for your punishment, like a naughty little boy who's about to get his first spanking...

That's what you are, though, isn't it? You're a naughty boy who can't keep his hands off his needy pussy and now you're facing the consequences for it.

Start by bringing the hairbrush down on your bottom for me ten times. Make sure you don't go easy on yourself. You want to learn, don't you? Deep down, I know you want to be a good boy for me.

There you go. Very good. Now ten more. Make sure you spread them out across your bottom.

Are you done? That's a good boy. It's supposed to hurt, darling, that's why it's a punishment.

Now its time for your underwear to come down. Bad boys get their bare bottoms spanked, that shouldn't come as a surprise to you, but first we need to make sure you didn't dirty your nice clean underwear already. Go ahead and feel for any wetness that might might have seeped into them from your needy little cunt. If you feel as much as a drop, give yourself ten hard ones with the brush. You're being disciplined, you shouldn't be getting off on this.

Let those boxers hang at your feet as well as a reminder that all of you is completely exposed to me now. Straddle the bed again. Feel how your bare cunt is twitching against the fabric? Don't you dare try to grind yourself against it. I will take care of that dripping mess between your legs once I am done with your sorry little bottom.

You are going to give yourself ten hard ones with the brush for each time you've played with your pussy this week. I don't care how much it burns, you can cry and kick your legs all you want, each time you bring the brush down should be harder than the last.

Finished? That's my good boy. You took that spanking so well for me. I bet your ass looks so pretty and red for me now. Go ahead and snap me a picture, if you are comfortable doing so, I'd love to see that aftermath with my own eyes.

Oh you thought we were done done now? Have you forgotten I promised you we'd deal with your cunt next? Stand up. Have a look at that wet spot where your pussy has been pressing into the sheets. You clearly need to be disciplined a lot more...

Get fully nude for me and get on the bed with the hairbrush. Don't be shy, spread your legs wide, let's have a look at that dripping cunt. Don't you dare touch. Can you feel how it's pulsing, begging for attention? It's getting harder to think clearly, isn't it? You're such a dumb little slut for me. See how desperate I've got you to touch yourself... Bring the brush down on your clit ten times for me. You mustn't forget that this is a punishment, darling.

Ten more, harder. That's my good boy. It hurts, doesn't it? Lets do ten for that needy little hole as well. It's just begging to be filled up, isn't it? Maybe we should fill it then.

Take the handle of brush and start pushing it into yourself. Keep going until it's all the way in, then pause for a second. Oh this is very much still part of the punishment, don't you worry. Isn't it humiliating that the same hairbrush that was just used for spanking your ass and pussy is now being used to fuck your hole? But this is what you wanted, isn't it? I want you to start fucking yourself as hard as you can. There you go, that's good. Faster. If you want to cum, you are going to cum fucking yourself on this brush like a desperate little whore, is that understood? This is what you wanted all along, isn't it? Feel how your brain is completely empty, your only purpose right now is to be my obedient boy. Feel how the orgasm is building up. You're such a good boy for me, are you going to cum for me like this? I bet you are. Look at yourself, such a needy whore, fucking yourself so well for me. Are you close, boy? Are you going to cum hard for me? Go ahead, you have my permission.

Cum.

That's it, that's my good boy. You've done so well for me. Thank you.

Now, I want you to take some time to relax and return to the real world. Have some water, have a snack, watch a comfort video on youtube, whatever you need to return to your regular headspace. My DMs are always open if you need more from me.

Xoxo

Ftmbigbro

[slavecunt]

put your cigarette out on my clit

[pet-hole]

can’t stop thinking of an old man pumping my clit up and tying it off so it’s so swollen and sensitive…and then putting his cigarettes out on it

bonus points if he keeps my holes open and uses them as his ashtray (which he should)

[darkpersonalwasteland]

loooove your post about sewing your pussy shut. it's one of my all time favourite niche kinks! i love the idea of you laying on your back with your ankles chained to keep your legs spread wide apart so i have a great view of the way your poor hole just won't stay closed after i forced it to take a big clutch of silicone eggs. and we can't have that, can we? your eggs might fall out! it's okay. you can't help having a naughty pussy. everyone needs help sometimes so i'm going to help you be a good incubator 🥰 the needle i use is large and thick with a deep curve because it's meant for upholstery, but you're basically furniture so close enough, right? i measure a length of thread against my arm just like i do when i sew normally, thread the needle, and tie a quilter's knot far larger than normal at the end. then comes the fun part: you hear the bed creak and then suddenly you feel something sharp prickling against the lips of your pussy. you can't help but squirm knowing what comes next, so i slap your thigh and remind you i'm helping you. you want to be good, don't you? you know what happens to bad boys, don't you?

you settle, but your breathing is shaky. you're in the middle of breathing in deeply when i return to what i was doing and force the point of the needle through your outer labia - my left, your right. i laugh at the way your deep breath turns into a choked, spluttering cry and guide the curve of the needle through the hole i've made in your flesh. it's brand new, so it glides smoothly until i'm passing the eye through and it's the thread's turn. it catches. of course it catches. you need to wax thread to stop it catching on fabric fibres, never mind your wet, bleeding hole. i tug the thread through every time it catches, slick and shiny with your blood, and it seems to take an eternity before the knot is pressed snug against your skin. i tug again for good measure then, satisfied the knot will hold, move on to piercing the other side of your pussy lips. your thighs tremble, but you fight the urge to struggle away from me wonderfully. it's okay, you can cry as much as you need to. be a good boy for me and you can sob your heart out if you want, alright? the needle piercing your labia doesn't hurt any less the second time. actually, it hurts worse. the site of the first piercing is already flushing a beautiful red and swelling is sure to follow. with the nearby tissue irritated, the second piercing is just that fraction more painful. but it's the thread being forced through that really hurts. it pulls on the site of the first stitch, especially when i pinch your pussy lips together and pull the thread taut so they meet. the instant i let go, the eggs spreading your pussy open immediately push them apart. no matter. it's nothing more stitches can't fix. i keep going, slowly and meticulously sewing your pussy closed just like i would a burst seam. it's called a ladder stitch, i tell you, magnanimously ignoring your shuddering sobs. it's remarkably similar to the actual techniques used to close up wounds. isn't it neat, how science and fibre arts intersect? yes, i guess it is worth crying about.

every now and then i have to use a rag to mop up your blood. it's flattering that you're so wet for me, but i'm trying to work here! i pull another stitch taut, humming with satisfaction that the bulging hole caused by the eggs is getting smaller and smaller. there's only about 2cm left to go before you're completely sewn shut. isn't that nice? i pat your tender, swollen vulva with the bloodsoaked rag, then get back to work. it could take a minute, it could take hours - time has stretched out into something unreliable for you - but i'm soon pulling the second last stitch through your labia. just one more, then we're done. you're such a good boy, resisting your naughty pussy like this. the sensation of the needle sinking into your flesh has dulled by now, but you scream when i dig the tip into the middle of your clit and press forward with all my strength. your clit resists, so feeding the curve of the needle through is a challenge, but i do it. just like the other stitches, i pull the thread taut. then i pass the needle beneath the thread to create a loop and pull it through to anchor the final stitch with a knot. you scream your head off the entire time. honestly, you're so dramatic! we're done. aren't you happy we're done?

HOLY. FUCK.

this is so lovely and detailed omg. I love the idea of stitching my pussy shut but I don’t think I’ve ever lingered on the idea for long enough to realize how painful it would be for how long, mostly the end result of being smooth and closed. It would be agony and it would be incredible.

The final detail of using the clit to anchor it closed it *chefs kiss* thank you so much ahhhh

[puttanasfondatadentro]

[punchdrunkkiddo]

“Yknow kid, I think I’ve had just about enough of that fucking mouth for a while. Go fetch me my needle and thread.”

eyes widening in fear already, obeying immediately cause I know I’ve pushed it this time and continuing to argue is going to make this so much worse

kneeling in front of you, offering you a rather large needle and some thread with shaky hands, placing my hands behind my back after handing them over. looking up at you with pleading, sorry eyes, whining, but not speaking. knowing anything else is talking back and maybe if im reaaally good now you won’t—

my thoughts are silenced by your grip on my cheeks, giving me a rough kiss before forcing the needle through skin. immediately im whimpering, digging my nails into my palm to ground myself enough to stay still for you, tears already beginning to flow down my cheeks. You slowly and methodically working your way across my mouth with the needle, ignoring my whines as you sew my mouth shut.

“There baby! My docile little doll, fucking try talking back again and you’ll stay like this for a week.”

[wiggly-piglet]

It’s about half two in the afternoon, we had food and have already fucked twice today, but i’m now resting in the guest bedroom having some quiet time. I’m not leaving until tomorrow morning so we still have plenty of time and i’m in no rush. However i should really have considered how addicting my noises are, how desperate my body makes you, how much you Need me. If i hadn’t had my headphones on, maybe i would have heard you come in? i did think it was odd that you moved the mirror before i came for this visit, but if it was where it typically stood then i would have noticed you holding the rope that i brought.

Of course, the rope wasn’t too necessary for its typical use, you had thought ahead and restraining me seemed easier After step one. Between the moment the rope passed into view and the moment that you pulled it tight around my neck, straddling me as i lay on my front, i didn’t have time to react but to try to feebly grab at it. Your pull tightened, unrelenting, we both knew how strong you were; the only reason i was even trying to fight back in my position was panic. It was a couple of minutes of thrashing and choking later that you had what you needed, i was limp in your arms. The rope had left a Particularly pretty red line around my throat that would absolutely bruise beautifully. Making sure not to wake me, you started on step two.

My eyes opened slowly with rising confusion, followed by panic when i recognised the situation. Soreness was all over my body, but what caused me the most distress was the sound of cars passing by on the road in front of me coupled with the feeling of wind against my bare skin. I had been stripped -naturally- and taken outside, arms and legs folded and wrapped in the caution tape we used before, only this time much tighter. I was placed on the swing seat in the back garden, rope used to secure me to it, leaning over the back so that my helpless ass was clear and visible. It had taken me a few seconds to realise my situation, though the headache from the prior asphyxiation wasn’t clearing.

You started with some distance. a solid two or three meters behind me, certainly out of line of sight. You had me in full view, could see my genuine but ineffectual attempts at escape and pleading. I didn’t even notice you were in the garden with me until the first whip crack. Not the sort that would come from a cute toy, a genuine, dangerous bullwhip. It arced cleanly through the air, cutting it as easy as it cut my exposed ass. A red welt appeared on my left check which swiftly started to bleed, and i cried out with everything i had as the breeze stung at the torturous sensation. You were kind enough not to let me stew in the pain though, and a second crack came just as sharp -if a little harder- as the last. A second cut, this one on my right cheek. Another scream from deep in my sore throat was making its was out before the third crack, and the fourth. Over and over. Every few cracks you’d step forward and swap for a different ‘toy’, a smaller one, a sharper one, until you were stood right next to me, could smell the blood dripping from my ass and hear the sobbing pleading that was muffled lightly by blood from where i had bit my tongue.

The next step was to grip me by the hair and pull. Having pain from both ends of my body at the same time startled me, and it wasn’t too hard to drag me across the cool grass over to nearby the hose. You took it from the wall and turned it on, ignoring the desperate whimpers and pathetic but cute kicking to spray me down, washing the blood from my scarring ass. A couple minutes of washing done, and you sat me up, wrapped my collar far too tight around my throat and attached the chain to a tree, too high up for me to reach with my arms restrained. Then, you went inside to smoke.

I could see the cars driving past, occasionally saw a person looking towards me, but nobody stopped, nobody listened. Your neighbors were too familiar with my screams already and they couldn’t differentiate between joy and fear in them. I cried for hours, then sat shivering and still, waiting for anything. Eventually you came outside and i had to stop myself from being thankful. I knew none of this was what we had done before, nothing like it. I had safeworded a thousand times at least and you just told me to stop barking. Being dragged indoors by the collar wouldn’t convince me that you’d decided i was a person again, especially not when you dragged me into the toilet with you.

A couple of years later and you saw the news: ‘missing persons case abandoned’, and scratched behind the ears of the fat pet under your desk, knowing it wouldn’t recognise the picture the news used, not through the new piercings, tattoos, layers of good feeding and hard abuse. I was still fighting, but it barely felt like it at this point. Wouldn’t be too long before you could train me to start making money from your clients. What a cute pet.

[slavecunt]

piss on my face. make sure you get it in my mouth, nostrils and eyes. waterboard me with your piss and piss onto my denied cunt

[submissivequinn2]

Make it hurt 💋

[angel-in-your-basement]

In the mood to just lay on my stomach and let someone stretch my ass out. I want to whimper and fuck myself back on their fingers until they decide I’m ready to take their cock. I want them to praise me while they slowly force every inch inside my ass. I want to be pressed into the mattress and fucked deep while they pant in my ear about how good it feels. I want to be an anal sex toy and be rewarded by them filling my cute little ass with cum.

[naughtylilkittenxx2]

Always in that mood