Re-discovering

NSFW. A place to dig into what my kinky sides enjoy.

[freakbite]

Catching a sub watching hypno videos but pretending I didn't notice while taking note of which ones so I can watch them later too

Very subtly I'll start slipping in phrases and ideas from them into conversation, knowingly reinforcing their brainwash and making them want to drop back into an easy suggestible state for me all while playing completely innocent <3

[dolldefiler]

C/W: Somno, Anal

"I've got a secret," I whisper to you as we flick on the TV and I press a vibrator to your clit. "But you need to promise this won't change how you view me." I flick the vibrator up a notch. "Promise me." A quick kiss to seal the promise.

"I made a little game. It's like one of those Choose Your Own Adventure ones where you choose what happens next," I say as something shifts in the darkness of the black TV screen. An audible click, and suddenly light is scattered across the scene. Light from a lamp you recognise very well. It sits on your bedside table after all.

"Every night, I've... I've been filming things for this little game. Fuck... you're wet." My throat's so dry right now. In the video, I'm groping your tits, you realise. I'm pulling down your pyjamas and fondling your holes. Touching you. One hand clearly holding up the phone and the other... molesting you in your sleep. Squeezing and pinching with roughness that I usually wouldn't have when you're awake. I can hurt you a little more while you sleep. It's not like you'll feel it.

"God... I'd always begin the night like that. By groping this slutty little body of yours. How could I resist? Look, baby, now you can choose what happens." I say as three options pop up on the screen, prompting us to choose one. "Do you want to see me fuck your tits? Eat your cunt? Or do you want to see how I used your throat while you slept? Mhm? Yeah, you do? How nasty."

You can tell that it's another night. Different clothes, a different pillow cover. But you'd watch me pull my cock into view of the camera. Slapping your sleeping face lightly before grinding against your cheek. As I flick the vibrator against your cunt, you watch me gently pull your mouth open and spit in it. Again and again, until I finally put my cock in. "I was lubing up your throat for my dick. You understand, baby, don't you? I only did it because I had to," you hear me whisper.

The sloppy, icky, filthy sounds of your mouth being used blare out of our speakers. Your mouth. Used like some cheap little cum dumpster. You feel my teeth sink slightly into your neck. Hot breath swirling across your skin as you watch me slide in and out of your pretty lips, your eyes firmly shut. Soon, another prompt pops up.

"Now it's time to decide where I should fuck you. And don't worry... we can always play this game again. You want that, don't you? I was terrified you'd hate me at first, but you're such a fucking freak, I've realised you love this more than me. Anal? Or your pussy?"

You make a choice, and suddenly we're watching another video. Another night. Different pyjamas. Different bed covers. You shudder as your pussy squelches under that vibrator. How many nights had I done this to you? How many times have you been taken advantage of without even realising it?

"God... you were such a tight fucking squeeze. You were so, so tight every time I fucked your ass. Every time. Look, sweetie. Can you hear me groaning? Can you tell how much I loved it? Fucking the shit out of your unconscious ass? You usually need me to go much slower when you're awake... but at night? When you're passed out? I can go as hard and as fast as I want. I can treat your ass like it's some disposable fucking fleshlight. Just as it should be used."

On screen, you watch me pound your abused asshole again and again. You watch my veiny, slick cock thrust in and out, the dim light of the lamp casting soft shadows across the veins of my cock. Squelching with each thrust. You feel it in your cunt as you watch me spank your ass, watching it ripple. This is what it looks like when you're getting ass raped, you realise. And you love it.

"One more choice, baby. Last one and then you can cum," I say. "Where do you want me to cum? In your ass? On your ass? Your mouth? Your face? Or in your cunt?" There are more options — a lot more options — and I scroll down the list, firing them off to you. You find yourself clenching your fists and spreading your legs farther, practically grinding against the vibrator as you realise how many times I must have used you. At least.

"Your tits? That's pretty hot, isn't it?"

We watch me take my cock out of your ass, before gently turning you over. In the darkness, there's only the frantic, needy sounds of me jerking my cock over your tits. The tip of my dick slapping against your slutty chest, grazing it and leaking trails of precum.

"That's a good girl. You've played this game so, so fucking well. And you still love me, don't you? Yeah, you do. Such a good little somno pet. You were so much fun to play with, baby, and now you can cum," I whisper into your ears. "Just cum for me, baby. Cum to the sight of yourself being violated. Cum to the sight of my cock spewing cum all over those pretty tits of yours. You can do that for me, can't you? Oh fuck, baby, your cunt sounds so fucking messy right now. Holy shit, you can cum. I want you to cum so bad. Just. Fucking. CUM."

I watch your knees quiver, and your body fold and writhe while you cum, as my own jizz splatters across your tits.

"Such a good fucking girl. We'll try some of the other options next time. Would you like that?"

[freudianbimbo]

My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed. My best self is brainwashed.

[sinister-love]

What a beautiful, sunny day~

I'd love to have a pet knelt down beside me while I write, ready and waiting for a command, chained to my van so they can't escape~

When brainstorming, I'd even run my nails through its hair, a rather gentle reminder of its place at my feet~

[lil-high-slut]

I need more condescending praise in my life

“Poor thing”

“you’re trying so hard”

“you’re doing so well”

Moreeeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺

Like while I’m all fucked up and high to the point I can’t even think I need someone to say stuff like “aww look at you so cute for trying to think while your all stupid right now”

[eternaldownwards-spiral]

Get a girl who reacts to you unbuckling your belt the same way a dog does when you ask if it wants a treat.

[radicalkiwi]

Crazy that some people are just literally born being more susceptible to hypnosis. The fact that being born with ADHD or being on the spectrum just means you are more likely to be into bdsm and hypnosis is wild. “You made me into such a mindless doll for you.” Nah sweetie, you’ve always been a mindless doll, you just needed someone to show you that personally~.

[danniandlilliangohunting]

Yes. Please.

[pavlovsbimbo]

Can I have a shock collar and someone who will be mean to me with it? Pls?

[danniandlilliangohunting]

My kind of electro play.

[xxredbull-peachxx]

need to be woken up by you cuddle fucking me, both of us on our sides as you grip my hips firmly and pound deep into me over n over till i’m so fucked out and dumb i just go back to sleep, you just push me over and fuck me rougher and harder, drilling my sleeping body into the mattress

[secretlytranced]

Ok but really loving the idea of being given a 'subliminal' track to use all day and not being told what it says or what it will do... and not even realizing as it's slowly changing my mind... rewriting it in the most pleasurable ways...

[dominant-dominion]

You look so innocent for a girl who's always thinking about being filled with cock.

[danniandlilliangohunting]

This is my preferred aesthetic. Innocent, put together, sweet. And it all dissolves like the rice paper around a candy until all that's left is a needy desperate oral fixation and a need to get fucked so hard I'm already bruised just from the pounding.

[bambibabblesnootie]

Hey little doll… look at me. No, really look. Eyes up here, pretty. Good girl.

You’re shaking already and I haven’t even touched you yet. That’s cute. Pathetic, but cute.

I know you think you’re still in control. You came here thinking you could play, giggle, tease a little, then leave when it got too much. Wrong. You don’t get to leave. Not tonight. Not ever again.

Strip.

Slowly. Let me see every piece you’ve been hiding under those innocent clothes. That’s it… skirt first. No panties? Of course not. Slutty little things like you probably never wear them anymore. Top next. Bra off. Look at those tits—already hard nipples, like you’re begging for someone to pull on them. I will. Later.

On your knees now. Crawl to me. Ass up, face down, like the animal you really are. Good. Stay there.

You feel that? That’s the moment your old life ends. Right here, right now. Every thought you had about being “strong” or “independent” or “smart”? Gone. I’m going to fuck them out of you one thrust at a time.

I’m going to break you so thoroughly you forget your own name. You’ll answer to “doll”, “toy”, “whore”, “cow”, whatever I feel like calling you that day. You’ll crawl when I snap my fingers. You’ll beg to be filled. You’ll thank me when I hurt you.

I’m going to train your holes until they remember only one shape—mine. Your mouth will learn to stay open. Your cunt will learn to stay wet. Your ass will learn to take whatever I give it without complaint.

I’ll edge you until your brain melts into pink syrup. I’ll deny you until you sob for permission to cum. And when I finally let you? You’ll thank me while you’re shaking and drooling.

You’re going to moo for me. You’re going to call me Master. You’re going to leak every time you hear my voice. You’re going to wake up wet and go to sleep wetter.

And the best part? You’re going to love it. You’re already dripping down your thighs just hearing me say it. Look at you—eyes glassy, lips parted, hips twitching like a needy bitch in heat.

Say it.

Say “please break me, Master.”

Louder.

Good girl.

Now spread your legs wider. We’re just getting started.

[longmoose03]

Girls are so cute because they’re so shy it’s easier for them to imagine being raped and forced to beg and plead and cum against their will and have the confession of their desperate need for it forced from their whore mouths at knifepoint then vocalize the words “hey we should hook up”

[danniandlilliangohunting]

Absolutely. Also the chemical rush is better in option A.

[corruptedbyhim]

This post is for the cocksluts.

Because, believe it or not, cocksluts are an underappreciated phenomenon. People throw the term around as if it just means someone who likes cock, or enjoys getting pounded by a hard cock from time to time. That's not it. A cockslut is someone far more specific and far more interesting than that. A cockslut is someone whose brain has reorganized itself around cock so completely that the fixation has become a personality trait.

A cockslut thinks about cock the way other people think about breathing. Constantly, involuntarily, and with a low-grade panic when it's been too long. Your brain has a dedicated background process running at all times, exclusively concerned with cock, and it can't be closed, and it doesn't minimize. It just sits there, humming quietly behind whatever you're supposed to be focusing on, reminding you that you'd rather be on your knees with your mouth full.

You know yourself. You know that when you see their hands, your brain skips immediately to imagining those hands wrapped around their cock. You know that grey sweatpants aren't just a meme for you, they're a genuine hazard. You've lost track of conversations because they adjusted themselves, and your entire cognitive function redirected to the two-second glimpse of the outline of their cock. This isn't something you chose. You didn't wake up one morning and decide to be like this. It's always been in you, and at some point you stopped fighting it and started feeding it.

Now it's all you can think about when you close your eyes at night.

A hard cock, the shaft thick enough that your fingers wouldn't quite meet if you wrapped your hand around it. The head swollen and smooth and flushed that deep, urgent shade that means it's been hard for a while. That means they've been thinking about you, or someone like you, someone who'd appreciate it properly. A bead of cum forming at the tip, catching the light before it slides down the underside along that prominent vein you want to trace with your tongue. The weight of it. You think about the weight constantly. How heavy a hard cock feels in your palm, that dense, warm solidity, how it twitches against your hand because of what you did. Your touch specifically.

You want cock in your mouth the most. That's the thing about cocksluts. Most people think it's only about penetration. About getting fucked. And sure, you want that too. But the mouth is different. The mouth is devotional. You want your lips stretched around the shaft. You want to feel the head hit the back of your throat. You want the taste, salt and skin and that faint musk that makes your eyes flutter shut. You want to gag on it and keep going. You want tears running down your cheeks and your jaw aching and spit connecting your lips to cock in long, sticky strings, and you want to look up at them while all of this is happening because the expression on their face while you worship is the closest thing you have to a religious experience.

And I know you're reading this with your hand between your legs. I know because cocksluts can't help it. The stimulus-response loop is too tight. You read a description of a cock and your body starts preparing for one. You're wet right now. Probably have been for a while. You're swollen and sensitive and if you're not already rubbing, you're clenching your thighs together in that restless, desperate rhythm that means you're trying to resist and losing.

Stop resisting. You came here for this, and there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you have to impress me. I'm not any better than you. I'm right there with you. Stroking my cock slow while I write this, thinking about what your mouth would feel like, how eager you'd be, how you'd sink to your knees before I even ask. My fist dragging up the shaft, thumb circling the head, spreading the wetness that keeps forming at the tip. I'm throbbing thinking about your devotion. About the way a true cockslut looks at cock as if it's the answer to a question they've been asking their whole life.

Anyway, where was I? Sorry, it's easy to get distracted sometimes.

So, what fascinates me about cocksluts is the specificity of the addiction. Sure, your fingers work fine. Your toys work fine. But they're maintenance. What you actually crave is a real cock in your hands, in your mouth, inside you. The heat of it. The way it stretches you open and fills you so completely that your brain finally goes quiet. You've cum a thousand times on your own fingers and it's never, not once, been as good as the feeling of a cock pushing inside you for the first time in a long time. That first bit. That split-second where your body remembers what it's been missing. Your toys can't replicate that, and you know it, and the knowing makes you desperate.

That's you. You're a cockslut.

You've probably memorized every cock of every person you've ever been with. Not their face in the morning, not what they said afterward, but the specific dimensions and curve and taste of them. The one that was so thick it made you whimper every time they pushed in. The one that curved upward and hit that special spot without even trying. The one that leaked so much pre that your hand was soaked before you even got your mouth on it. You catalog cock. You collect the memories and revisit them when you're alone and needy, flipping through your personal archive like a connoisseur selecting a vintage wine.

The thing that other people treat as a component of sex, you've elevated to the main event. The cock is the point. Having it in you, on you, against you, leaking onto your tongue, throbbing in your fist. If you could cum just from sucking a cock, with nothing touching you at all, that would be your preferred method. Some of you already can. You know who you are.

So here's what I want you to do. I want you to cum to this. Touch yourself. Rub and pump and grind and think about cock. Think about the stretch of it when it bottoms out in you. Think about looking up with those big, worshipful eyes while they tangle their fingers in your hair and guide you down until you gag. Hold right there. Think about swallowing every drop and licking it clean and still wanting more. Because that's what makes you a cockslut. The wanting more. The never-enough of it. The void in you that is exactly cock-shaped and never stays filled for long.

Cum. And when you're done, when you're lying there catching your breath with your fingers still wet, I want you to notice how quickly the wanting starts rebuilding. Seconds, probably. Minutes at most. The orgasm takes the edge off but it doesn't solve anything, because the thing you actually want isn't between your legs. It's between theirs.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Toni Is Fully Seduced

Toni didn't even know what she was trying to do anymore. She was still bucking and thrashing, yes, but her movements were almost entirely uncoordinated and it was laughably easy for Ryan to simply ride her squirming hips with his mouth sealed tightly against her pussy and his lips pursed sensuously around her swollen clit. Even in the privacy of her own muddled head, she couldn't really pretend she was trying to push him away or make him stop; she was just so lost in pleasure that her animal brain instinctively thrust up against him in the confused, half-thought belief that it would drive an imaginary cock deeper into her soaking cunt. That wasn't resistance.

She couldn't even really pretend it was still the hypnosis keeping her trapped in this state of flailing, whimpering passivity. Ryan had stopped talking ages ago, finding other things to do with his mouth, and even though Toni was tightly focused on the white-hot pleasure in her clit she couldn't exactly say that was a form of trance. Or if it was, it was the same kind of trance she sank into whenever she had really fucking amazing sex and that just meant Ryan was right--she really was a horny little slut who needed to be fucked more than she needed to think. And remembering those words, and the pulsing throb of arousal she felt when she nodded vacantly and peeled away another layer of clothing, was enough to keep her trapped in a web of pure unadulterated lust.

Another orgasm struck her, and again Toni felt like she could almost picture her mind and her will and her independence draining straight down her spine and right into her pussy for Ryan to lick away; it was the same description he'd given her earlier, back when he was still talking to her while he fingered her needy cunt, and Toni had to admit she no longer knew where his words ended and her mind began. But she also knew that if she tried, if she really tried as hard as she could, she could shake off the lingering spell of his hypnotic induction and reassert her own sense of self… but if she did, he'd stop going down on her and Toni couldn't imagine actually wanting that. Her body wasn't going to give this up until she was limp and wrung-out and sated.

She wondered what Ryan would do to her, once he'd finally given her so many orgasms that she was nothing more than a ragdoll on his couch. Would he wake Toni up with a smile and kiss her with lips drenched in her own musk? Would he finally release the arousal that he had to be feeling right now, jacking his precum-slick cock until he splattered her tits with his jizz? Or was this only the beginning of some insidious plan for her? Toni could picture him sitting down next to her limp body, caressing her forehead and murmuring irresistible hypnotic programming in her ears, and she wished she could say that didn't make her cum all the harder when her next climax hit. This wasn't her fantasy, but it was better than the fantasies she'd had before this night.

Whatever his plan, Toni could tell she was going to find out soon--her hips were slowing, her thrashing becoming more and more feeble as her body exhausted itself with pleasure. Her mind was slowing down too, embracing the drowsy lethargy that lay at the end of all this orgasmic bliss, and all she wanted to do was let Ryan lick her fully into limp, exhausted indolence. And then, she hoped, he would do it to her again the very instant she recovered.

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[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Shock collars don't always need to be worn on the throat. Unwind it a bit and it will easily wrap around your thigh, or upper arm.

So today I'm going to wrap it around your thigh. We'll use the longer prongs for this, so there will always be contact no matter how much we walk about. The longer prongs will hurt more, of course. Metal does not forgive and those points will dig in and serve as a constant reminder of what's between your legs.

From there, it's a perfect correction tool for a forgetful or bratty sub.

Speak without being spoken to? Zap. Close your legs? Zap. Meet my eyes? Zap zap zap.

You hear the click of the button a split second before you're bitten. One moment to know you've displeased me and you're going to be corrected. Then the shock hits. You'll give a cute little jump and pray no one noticed.

[pr3ttypunisher]

i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.

you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.

you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.

“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”

you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”

pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”

my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”

thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.

“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”

you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”

you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”

“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”

bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”

sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”

pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.

“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”

curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”

you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”

“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”

both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”

“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”

bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”

pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.

“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”

you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”

pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”

“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”

you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.

you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”

holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”

you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”

you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”