This blog is a sideblog for fantasies and other writings. My main is @dearbelovedstrangers, so likes and follows will come from there.
DNI
Minors, ageless blogs, blank blogs, people who don't 'believe' in consent and/or aftercare (for BOTH parties!!). You'll be blocked.
Content & Kinks
The content of this blog will mainly cover power dynamics on the D/s spectrum. Depending on the headspace I'm in, it'll differ between daddy dom/baby girl (personal fav), kidnapper/prey, Master/slave, Master/pet, and other forms that turn me on.
There will be unsafe and dark things on here. This is strictly fantasy; all play should be between adults and has to be safe, sane and consensual.
Below is a list of things I'm into, curious about, soft limits and hard limits. I haven't experienced all of them yet. For me, there's a difference between kinks I'm comfortable with in an online environment (see (O) in the list below) and IRL. Some fantasies will stay fantasies.
I'm into:
Impact play (slapping, spanking, bruising)
Breath play
Intox
Breeding
Rope play
Somno (O)
CNC (heavy on the first C)
Orgasm control (including denial)
Worship
Corruption / emotional manipulation / Stockholm syndrome (O)
Degradation / humiliation (mixed with some sort of praise of how hard it makes them - being deemed 'worthless' is not for me)
Piss play (being pissed on, being pissed in is a soft limit)
Knife play
Age gap play (to some extent, anything extreme grosses me out)
Fauxcest (only relating to father/daughter; mommy or brother are not for me. The 'faux' part is there for a reason - actual incest horrifies me)
I'm curious about:
TPE
Gun play (find it super hot but still feel conflicted for some reason)
Blood play (small amounts, in combination with knife play, no severing of larger vessels for me :))
Being shared (as punishment; I'm possessive as fuck and my ideal partner would be the same. But their need to hurt and break me by making me please someone else surpassing their want to keep me for themselves is just.. 😵💫)
Dumbification
Misogyny
Basically anything that goes against my morals & beliefs. The thought of going so far for someone that I'll disregard all the things that make me, me, is a major turn on.
Soft limits:
Vomit
Identity erasure (hot as fuck to think about, but would never become a reality)
Hard limits:
Breaking bones and/or other permanent physical harm
Scat
Diaper play
Extreme age play (like stated above, don't interact with me if you're into this)
Race play
About me
I'm a private person, so this will probably be a short-ish section. I've had both vanilla and non-vanilla relationships, and learned that my heart lies with the latter.
Kink-wise, I mostly identify as a submissive. I'm playful and can be bratty. I want to know you're able to handle me. If I doubt that you can, I have a tendency to act out. As a consequence, I lean towards sadistic dominants. I like the pain and fear they're capable of inflicting. At the same time there's also a large part of me that needs the safety and softness of a Daddy-type partner who's able and wants to take care of me.
As stated above in the kink section, I'm possessive by nature. I can also be obsessive if I'm really into someone. The smallest things can turn me off and it's hard to get back from that.
I'm a firm believer that titles must be earned, which goes both ways. Therefore I won't call you Daddy, Sir or Master - these are reserved for my future partner.
I also advocate hard for vulnerability in both subs and doms. Learning how to reassure your partner and affirm their humanity after scenes is incredibly important.
Engaging
Feel free to engage through likes, reblogs and asks! Don't worry about spam liking. I like attention :) DMs are only open for mutuals. If you want to talk to me, please make sure that you:
read my pinned. It might be long, but it's here for a reason. It also tells you a lot about me and my boundaries. If you say something that indicates you haven't read it, I won't respond. Same goes for starting a convo with "hi" or "how are you". Think of something better to say. I hate small talk, but love talking about things I'm passionate about.
don't ask for pictures. There's plenty to see on my main blog. I'm usually fine with receiving pics (consensually, don't send pics unsolicited!), but won't ask for them since that'll create an obvious imbalance with me not sending anything back. Pressuring me into sending things anyway will get you blocked.
know that I love to talk and flirt, but the probability of it turning into more are close to zero. Sexting right away is also just really fucking weird?
remind yourself that you probably only like the idea of me. Trust me, I'm better as a concept :)
Replies might take a while or might not come at all. I'm here for me, not for you, and I don't owe you an explanation. Same goes the other way around - never feel bad for holding your boundaries. I'm just a stranger on the internet and have no right to claim either your time or attention.
We're all being vulnerable on here with our thoughts and fantasies, so be respectful. If I mess up or make you feel unsafe in any way, please feel free to let me know.
Tags
I'll try to keep the tags on this blog updated since I know how frustrating it can be to be in a certain kind of headspace and then see posts going completely the other way :)
“aww, baby.” wiping your tears carefully. thumb stroking your cheek. “you’re crying already?”
you nodding shyly. hands gripping the sheets.
not stopping. not even close to stopping.
“that’s so sweet.” tilting my head. watching another one fall. catching it with my thumb before it reaches your jaw. “you’re so pretty when you cry. did you know that?”
you shaking your head. fresh tears coming.
“you are.” fingers curling inside of you. feeling you clench hard around them. watching your face crumple further. “every time.” thumb circling your clit slow. rhythmically. “i almost feel bad.”
you looking up at me. hopeful.
“almost.” pressing in deeper. watching hope dissolve into overstimulation. “not quite though.”
you making a broken sound. hips betraying you. rolling forward despite everything.
“see.” cooed at you. “that’s what i mean. you’re crying and your hips are still moving.” curling deeper. watching you gasp through the tears. “your body just… doesn’t care that you’re overstimulated does it?”
you whimpering at my words.
“poor thing.” said with so much tenderness. wiping another tear. thumb working steadier now. “having your body give you away like that while you’re already crying.” pressing deeper. “that’s so embarrassing for you.”
you sobbing softly. from feeling everything all at once and having nowhere to put it.
“i know.” kissing your wet cheek. your temple. mouth moving to your jaw. “i know it’s a lot, sweetheart.” fingers not slowing. thumb not lifting. “you’re taking it so beautifully though. do you know that? crying and still being so good for me.”
you gripping my wrist. holding onto me.
“that’s it.” covering your hand with mine for a moment. squeezing. then going back. “just feel it. just cry and feel it.”
“it’s too much— mommy please..i can’t—”
“you can.” curling deep and holding there. feeling you clench more. “i know it feels like too much.” thumb pressing more. watching your back arch. “but look at you. still taking everything i give you. still soaking my fingers.” pulling my fingers back slightly. showing you. “crying your eyes out and still this wet for me.”
you hiding your face.
“no no.” catching your chin. turning you back. “i want to see you. i want to look at you while you cry.”
you looking at me. shy at first. giving in after being encouraged.
“there she is.” resuming. taking my time. “my beautiful girl. so overstimulated.” wiping both cheeks with my thumbs. attentive. gentle. “it’s a lot isn’t it..?feeling this much all at once.”
you nodding. another sob.
“i know.” kissing your forehead. your wet cheek. tasting salt. “that’s okay. you’re allowed to feel all of it.” fingers going back in between your legs. working faster now. thumb circling. building you back up. “cry as much as you need to. i’m not stopping.”
“why—” barely a word. “why won’t you stop—”
“because you don’t actually want me to.” watching your hips roll forward again. “see? your body knows. even when you’re crying. even when it’s too much.” curling hard. feeling you gasp through the tears. “especially then actually.”
you sobbing harder. and still. still chasing my hand.
“aww.” the fondness in my words completely genuine. thumb pressing more. “poor baby. crying and desperate and still so close.” leaning down. mouth at your ear. “cum for me. right now. cry and cum at the same time and show me how overstimulated you are.”
your body obeying before you can think about it. clenching hard. back arching. whimpering. moaning. tears still falling through all of it. hips grinding forward.
working you through every second. fingers slow. thumb gentle. mouth pressing kisses to your wet face. your cheeks. under your eyes. catching every tear.
then stilling. finally.
pulling you close. your face against my neck. your tears warm against my skin.
“you did so so good for me.” stroking your hair. your back. holding you so close. “my good girl. so beautiful when you cry.” pressing a kiss to your hair. “so beautiful all the time.”
you hiccuping softly against my neck.
“i know.” rocking you slightly. “i know, baby. you did so well.” thumb stroking slow circles on your back. “so so well.”
you relaxing in my arms.
“i’ve got you.” pressing my lips to your forehead. your wet cheek. “mommy’s got you.“
We're both planning on me pulling out, but then you slip and accidentally call me dad and before you can even realize what you said and be mortified about it I'm losing control and cumming deep inside you because it just shocked and turned me on so much that I came before my mind could catch up to my body
I collapse on top of you, my face buried in your hair, and we're both panting while the last of my cum squirts out inside you. There's this thick feeling of uncertainty and anticipation in the air, both waiting to see if the other is going to acknowledge what was just said.
That burning feeling of...I don't know what else to call it but ecstasy, from what you said...dying down in my chest a little with each exhale. And then I realize what I just did.
"Shit..." I prop myself up on my elbow and pull out slowly, and watch as my cum gushes out of you. I look at you apologetically.
But you don't look like you care. You're looking up at me with frightened eyes, absolutely mortified. We just stare at each other a second.
"What did you say..? Before I came?" Your eyes fill with tears and you try to say something but your answer dies in your throat. "Oh, baby."
I lean down to kiss your forehead softly. "It's okay, it's okay. I love you. Nothing you ever do could be wrong, not with me. You know that don't you? You're perfect. I just want to...I want to make sure I heard you right." I look at you reassuringly.
You can't meet my gaze. Your voice barely a whisper, you say "I said...I said dad." Your bottom lip trembles and you look so ashamed. My heart breaks for you.
"Oh, Angel, that's alright. That's okay. It's okay." I kiss your forehead again, then your cheek, and then nuzzle the side of your face gently. "I'm not upset, okay? Oh, sweetheart, it's okay to cry. That's right. Let it out baby. I'm here. I've got you." I tuck your face into my chest and hold you, letting you sob against me, and pet your hair soothingly while I comfort you.
Once I feel you allow yourself the catharsis of accepting my comfort and just crying all you need to cry, I kiss your head and tell you I love you.
"I'm sorry I didn't pull out baby. You just, you really surprised me and um. My body just...it reacted to what you said and I didn't get a chance to like, even realize what was happening until it was too late. Are you okay..? Can I do anything?"
You just look at me incredulously. And ask, "Your body..reacted?"
I laugh in spite of myself. "I mean yeah baby, I came."
Your face flushes and you look away.
"Is that okay? That it made me cum?"
You shut your eyes tight and scrunch up your face in embarrassment, and nod your head furiously. I laugh at you again and kiss your cheek.
"So, are you going to tell me where that came from?"
You whimper.
And then you tell me all about this secret thing you've started fantasizing about me. You sound so guilty, but also like you're so excited to just finally get it out, to finally tell me. I listen, and encourage you to tell me more whenever you lose courage. I reassure you throughout that I don't hate you, I'm not disgusted or upset, I just want to hear more. And every time you feel ashamed I remind you that I came from it. I like it too.
You feel me getting hard again pressed against your thigh the more I hear about how you love the sick forbiddenness of it, and the feeling of being raped and being taken care of and loved at the same time. We both start getting breathy.
And I start grinding slightly between your thighs.
I ask you if you want to say it again.
And, so uncertain, looking deeply into my eyes, you whisper "Dad..." and I moan. My dick is smearing the inside of your thighs with my cum as the last of it drips out of you and onto my cock.
"Daddy..." you look up at me pleadingly, like a pathetic desperate little girl. And I moan again.
"I know princess. I know. Daddy's gonna take good care of you okay?" And I kiss you deeply, fucking your thighs, making sure my cock rubs against your clit and catches slightly on your hole with each thrust.
"God, you really do lose the ability to think like a person when you're ovulating, huh?" You whine brattily and hit me playfully on the shoulder. I laugh softly. "You just let your cunt think for you, huh kiddo?" My voice gets husky on that last word, almost like I'm fighting off a groan so I can get through it. You whimper.
"Fuck, you liked that huh? Should I say it again?" I lace my fingers with yours and pin your hands to the bed. You whine again and nod your head desperately. "You're so wet, kiddo, I can't believe someone so young could be such a slut."
Your eyes roll back and I laugh at you a little. "God..are you really gonna cum just from that? Huh?" The tip of my cock catches on your hole again and this time I push inside, making you moan and your hips buck. "You gonna cum on your dad's cock, little slut?"
You're too close to protest, you just let the degradation push you over the edge and milk my cock while you cum. I squeeze your hands tight and fuck you through it, and as your body relaxes so does mine.
"Baby...I almost came inside you again. That was dangerous." My warning is genuine, but then I smirk. "I can't get my own daughter pregnant."
You softly whisper "fuck" under your breath, and I laugh at you.
"Maybe I should fuck your other hole, huh?" My middle finger glides up your thigh, collecting my cum and yours as it goes, and then pushes slightly, just slightly, into your ass. Your cunt clenches down hard on my cock and you shudder. "Ohh, is that a yes, princess?" I slip the finger all the way in. You moan pitifully, and I smirk.
I fuck you with it, then push a second finger in and aim right for that spot that shuts your brain off. "Fuck baby, you're so tight now. Feels so good. Need you to help me lube up my cock enough to go inside your ass, okay? Cum one more time for me, baby, that should do it."
You don't answer, you just rock your hips and try so hard to fuck yourself on my cock and fingers while the weight of my body pins you down in place. I hold still, achingly still, throbbing inside you. If I fucked you I'd cum inside you again, and we can't have that. So all you get is the pleasure I'm giving your ass and that little bit of friction of the tip of my cock rubbing against your cervix from your pathetic squirming.
"Our cum makes good lube, princess. I think I could even fit another finger in." And without hesitation I push two more fingers in and make you groan and shake. "Oh baby, you took that so well. You're almost ready for my cock now. All you have to do is cum one more time for me, okay?" You don't open your eyes, you just nod and continue to fight against my weight trying to rock your hips.
"That's a good girl. I've never felt how tight a kid's ass is, I can't wait." That sends you over the edge. You clench down on my cock and fingers and cum hard.
Once you come down, I slip out of both holes and sit up for a second and spread your legs wide so I can see both holes gaping, your cunt a lot more than your ass. You whine pitifully from the sudden emptiness, and I laugh at you. "God, baby, this really is the perfect kink for us, huh? I mean your holes really are just so little, and my cock is so big. We don't even need to pretend much..." I laugh a little, admiring how much I stretched you, "Really baby, I think with this size difference this is actually how it'd feel to be raped on a big grown up cock."
Your hole flutters at this and I just stare in awe and whisper "fuck", completely in love with your body.
I press the tip of my cock against your asshole and start to stroke it. "Want daddy's cum, baby?" You nod desperately. "Call me dad."
You scream "Ah! Dad! Dad!" as I start to push inside you. I'm much thicker than the fingers I prepped you with, and it hurts. But fuck it feels good.
"Just like that baby, I'm already so close, fuck. Keep saying it. Don't stop. Let me hear you. Please baby, fuck, please don't stop."
I push in so slowly while you whimper "Dad..daddy, Dad ow! Dad! Fuck oh god..Daaaaaddddd, daddy it feels so gooooood"
I can't stop myself from groaning as I push inside you, and I grip your hips so hard they bruise.
"Fuck my daughter's ass is tight."
I push your knees to your chest and hold you there while I pound into your ass. You're trying so hard to be good for me and keep calling me dad, but it just feels so good and your mind is getting so fuzzy. Every time you go quiet for too long I give you a sharp slap as a reminder.
When you lose the ability to speak completely I lean down to whisper in your ear, my voice husky and shaking with each thrust.
"Wanted this ever since you were born, you know that? Second I laid my eyes on you, I fell in love. Knew I'd love you for the rest of my life. Knew I could never love anyone as much as you. Fuck baby, you're so tight. I couldn't wait for this day, princess, the day I'd finally get to fuck you. I should have waited longer, I know. I know you're still too young. But I couldn't help it. Love you too much princess. And you needed it too, I know you did. You're about to come again, aren't you baby? See, you were ready. You're such a slut for a little kid. Fuck. Daddy's gonna cum too. Gonna cum inside your little ass. Fuck, yes, cum with your dad princess!"
We both cum hard, and my cum floods your ass. We both go boneless, our bodies just dead weight heaving against each other. One of the most intense orgasms for either of us, physically but emotionally too. I stay inside you as we both recover, and start pressing little loving kisses into your neck and along your jaw.
We tell each other how much we love each other, how good that was, how safe we feel together. We stay wrapped up, cuddled tight, completely losing track of time basking in the warm glow of the after. And it's not just sexual anymore. We whisper to each other sweetly under the covers, giggling and kissing and exploring this new kink together.
Eventually, when it's time to clean up, your dad picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, and gives you the most tender bath. Babying you and giving you all the love in the whole world.
You love feeling small and taken care of. And I love making you feel safe and easing all your burdens for a while.
"it's okay you can pee on dad" except you don't want to, you want to go potty where you're supposed to, everyone at school knows how, just let me go potty dad please but he has his arms around you and you beat your hands against them and kick and cry and still he has you. your legs twist one way and another to hold it back, you're begging for him to let go, shh shh you can go right here, it's okay, it's okay, he's pressing on your tummy and his fingers tickle at your sides and it's all too much, it's just too much. you feel a stream of heat soaking your underwear, your shorts, you give up and go limp against his arms, and he's whispering good girl, good girl, his lap hot and wet with you.
And you take a breath to correct him and say that, yes, it did, you remember that it did, but the words don’t come.
Because when you reach for the memory, it simply isn’t there. It’s just fluff. Pretty pink fluff and nothing else. No memory, no nothing. It’s gone. Maybe it was never there.
“Trying to remember?” He asks.
You close your mouth and you nod. You feel so small and stupid.
He puts a hand onto your waist and pulls you in against him. You give in so easily. You’re already melting.
“Silly girl, you should know that wasn’t going to work. Remembering is hard, it’s like thinking, and you can’t do that, can you?”
You shake your head this time. No. You can’t think. He thinks for you.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You can’t remember it because it didn’t happen like that, okay?”
There’s a flicker, a moment of doubt, but then that melts too. He’s right. He’s always right. He knows best and you’re just a dummy. He looks after you. You’re his. You press your head to his chest and feel safe, so safe.
“It didn’t happen like that. Say it for me,” he says.
“It didn’t happen like that,” you repeat, so quietly, but you know it’s true.
He’s stroking your hair.
“Good girl,” he says, and the words sink so happily and so easily into the fluff that fills your head.
“What’s that on your face, baby?” I look at him, questioningly. He traces around my eye, gentle enough to not hurt me. “How did you get such a nasty black eye?”
I stare at him, confused. “You gave it to me because I came home late…”
He shakes his head. His thumb presses into the bruise and I flinch in pain. “Don’t lie. No one would ever believe such a ridiculous lie. Tell me how it happened.”
“But Daddy it’s true, you hit me yesterd–” A short, hard smack to the face ends my sentence. He grabs my throat. He holds his arm back, ready to strike.
“Last chance to tell the truth.”
A tear escapes and rolls down my cheek. I hate these games. I never win his games. I don’t even know when we’re playing anymore. “I opened the cupboard door and… it hit my face?”
He slaps my face, hard. My ears are ringing and my face is throbbing in pain. He gets ready to strike me again. “I’m not convinced, are you lying to me?”
“No, Daddy, please… I opened the door and hit myself in the face. Please don’t hurt me Daddy, please.” He slaps me again, almost his full strength. I taste blood. I struggle against him and try to talk between sobs. “I opened… the… door and–” he backhands my face and I moan in pain. He glares at me, and curls his hand into a fist.
I force myself to stop crying, managing to form a sentence before the sobs return. “I opened the cupboard door and hit myself in the face. That’s why I have a black eye. Please believe me, please, please.” I beg him, my eyes swimming with tears, my head aching from his blows.
“I believe you, babygirl. Now legs apart please, I need to punish you for being such a clumsy little bitch.”
For every father there is that inevitable moment when you realize your little darling angel has lost her wings. In Stephen’s case, this happens tonight. Right now. His teen daughter has just come home. Or to be more exact, has been dumped on his doorstep. She’s been out partying with her friends, who he guesses have been the ones bringing her here and ringing the bell before they dashed, too scared to face him.
„I can’t believe this“, his wife says, looking at the passed out girl, just as shocked as he is. „She’s always been such a clever girl. I never would have suspected…“
„Yeah“, Stephen interrupts her, still having a hard time processing this image of his fallen angel.
„I’ll carry her upstairs.“
The strong scent of liquor fills his nose when he lifts her on his arms, mixed with the scent of smoke and her.
„Please be careful. And undress her, will you. I need a cigarette.“
„You quit 2 years ago, darling.“
„And now I start.“
His wife leaves, shook to the core, so Stephens does as he said and carries his daughter to her bedroom. Anger and disappoinment are making his grip tight and his steps fast. Some hustling with the damned door – which he sort of kicks open in the end – then he’s in her room, kicking the door shut again, not bothering to be silent. It’s obvious she won’t wake up tonight. Which makes the next task oh so more difficult and bothersome.
Stephen sits her down on the bed, struggling to keep her limp body uright as he pulls off her jacket. As soon as he manages he lets go of her, her body falling back on the mattress, bouncing. It would have been funny if he wasn’t so angry. He kneels down in front of her and pulls off her high heels. The naked foot is hot in his hand, the skin soft and sweaty, some red spots on the delicate, pale skin. Being the caring father he is he forgets that he’s angry and gently strokes the bruises. Then he does the same to the other. He sighs.
„I knew this was a mistake. I knew your friends would seduce you to drink. But no, your mum said you’re old enough, you’re cleverer than that…and now here we are.“
He keeps rambling like this as he pushes up her top, his eyes catching sight of the creamy skin of her belly and her cute little belly button, which he has kissed millions of times when she was a baby. A sweet, happy, innocent girl. Not this stinking drunk…woman, he thinks when he pushes the red top over her breasts, uncovering a turquoise push-up bra. Her favorite color. He spots a little mole on top of her small but brimming right mound. That’s new. He hasn’t seen that before. Without thinking he reaches out and rubs over the dark spot with his thumb. The warm, soft skin makes him do it again. And a third time. Then he clears his throat and averts his eyes, refocusing on the job.
„Up we go!“
He pulls at her arms and she’s up again, her face resting on his shoulder as he fumbles her arms through the straps of her shirt and bra. Biting his bottom lip he pulls the shirt off his sleeping daughter. Then he opens her bra with one hand. He pulls that off, too. Not looking, of course. Instead he lays her back on the bed – more gently now – and gets up to look for her nighty.
He tells himself he doesn’t look at the perky teen tits with its almost pink little nipples when he pulls her arms up so he can redress her. He pretends to not notice the silken texture of said nipples when he accidentally grazes one of them with his knuckle as he pulls the shirt down. Yet he feels warmer than before as he opens the bottom of her too tight black jeans. How did she even get in there, he wonders and gets to stand over her, her legs between his, and pulls roughly. The fabric obeys and shifts over her full ass…taking the panties with them. Paul is met with the full sight of his daughter’s vulva. Her waxed vulva, that is. The beginning of the slit staring back at him, whispering of velvety, puffy lips. As he stares, his mouth fills with water. Her scent has reached his nose, doing its job. Stephen’s swallows down his spit as he guiltily averts his eyes and pulls the jeans down to her ankles, the panties freeing themselves on her knees.
Once again Stephen is pretending. Desperately pretending that his cock is not swelling in his grey sweat pants. He tries to not see the bulge growing as he pulls the blasted jeans off his daughter and tosses it away. He also doesn’t try to look at that - admittedly – beautiful little slit again as he pulls the silken turquoise panties up her creamy thighs.
„Jesus.“
Obviously, he failed. Due to his kneeling position he has excellent view. The panties wander down again. Stephen swallows hard – and spreads his daughter’s legs.
This. This is without a doubt the most beautiful pussy he has ever seen. Those lips, good lord, they’re perfection. Pink and puffy, the slit itself small, hiding the inner lips and the clit completely. Even if he…yeah, even if he spreads the legs some more.
„You’ll make a man very happy one day, baby…“ he can’t help but say, his own voice sounding strange to him.
„That is, if you learn to behave yourself…such a naughty, naughty girl you are. Your mom and I are so disappointed in you.“
While he speaks, his hands wander up and down her thighs. Without noticing he leans further and futher down, his fingers wandering up the insides of her thighs. His heart is drumming against his chest. His eyes dart to her face, then behind him to the door – still closed – and back to the slit.
Chewing at the inside of his cheek, he watches his fingertips sliding higher and higher, right to the top of the thighs, into the dip…
Stephen can’t help it. He pulls. Opens his daughter’s pussy up like a flower. His mouth runs dry.
Inner lips like rose petals. A prominent clit, begging for attention. And a tight, tight hole.
Before he knows, his fingertip is in it. He grunts against his tightly shut mouth as he pushes the digit in all the way. God, she’s tight. He can hardly move. And yet he does, in and out, in and out. All the way in. Staying there. Checking if she’s still sleeping. If the door’s still closed.
„God, baby…you naughty girl…letting your dad do this…let him finger you like this…“
Stephen’s blood is boiling. He feels light headed. Most of his blood is pumping through his cock. It bounces when he roughly pulls down his sweatpants, freeing the damned thing and taking it into his free hand, pressing it hard in a weak attempt to get it down. While his other finger is still inside his daughter, rubbing her walls, exploring her cave like he has any right to do so. Which he doesn’t. He knows that. Yet, he can’t blame anyone but her for this terrible turn of events.
„You’re the one who got drunk“, he whispers sternly, pushing his finger in and out of his daughter.
„You’re the irresponsible one…passed out…not stopping your dad from stuffing your slit with his finger…“
He grunts and bites into her knee.
Wetness.
On the tip of his finger. He watches it fucking her hole, panting hotly against her flesh. His face is too close, he knows that. He knows very well what he’s doing.
The thing is, though…she’s getting wet.
So, so wet.
Soon, her little pussy is smacking happily. Loudly. His finger is slick and covered in her juice. He pulls it out and pushes it into his mouth, sucking hard. The taste explodes on his tongue. He’s a lost man from here. He’s a pussy eater. His record is four hours straight, licking the pussy this pussy came out of. Fuck, this thought is so hot.
Almost hastily now he straightens to get her in position, throws her pale thighs over his shoulders and pulls his meal right in front of him.
„You’re a very bad girl, making me do this“, he pants. And then he buries his face in his daughter’s pussy. He devours her with long strokes with the flat of his tongue, spreading his spit all over that beautiful slit, sucking first on her outer lips, then on her inner. As her juices flow, so does his saliva. He’s not holding back, soils the pink flesh with it before he licks and sucks it off again, Stephen’s eyes dart up when his lips clamp around her clit and start sucking, the sight of his sleeping girl’s face only fueling his arousal. She has no clue what he’s doing. Her body is all his.
The cock between his legs bobs excitedly.
Stephen pushes her nighty over her breasts and cups them, squeezing firmly and twisting her nipples. If she’s anything like her mother, this should-
Ah, there.
With a maniac snicker does suck the juices out of her convulsing hole. Hmmm, his daughter has a lot to give.
Stephen doesn’t give her body rest. He thrusts his tongue into that clenching hole and twists her nipples, rubbing her clit with his nose. He groans when she comes again almost instantly.
„Oh, you dirty girl“, he grunts into her flesh, rubbing his face through that delicious slit. „Begging me to fuck you, to put my cock into that heavenly wet slit.
His entire body is trembling as he stands up and rips off his clothes. He needs to be naked for this.
„If your mom wasn’t there I’d fuck you all night long, dirty girl.“
He climbs on top of her, licking her body here and there, sucking on each, now red nipple, before he licks her lips.
„My drunk little whore. With that needy wet pussy.“
Speaking of which, he looks down and grabs his throbbing meat, guides it to the hot wet hole and pushes into it.
„Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re not a virgin, are you?“
The thought makes him even hornier.
„Let’s see, shall we?“
With a rough, mattress squeaking thrust, he slams his dick into that tight cunt. A hot shiver runs up his spine, the weight of this moment settling on his mind and soul. No shame. Just pure, incestuous lust for the girl he made. He kisses her forehead and her lips, then he looks down as he pulls out.
„Nope, not a virgin. Such a dirty, dirty girl.“
He pushes back into the wet heat of his daughter, closing his eyes. He loses himself almost instantly, forgetting everything around him, moaning and grunting as he fucks his unconscious child as he pleases, fast and slow, always deep. Every inch he can reach he either licks, bites or sucks into his mouth. Her nipples are raw by the time he lets them plop out of his mouth, the red so pretty on top of her pale little mounds.
And he kisses her. A lot. With his full weight on her, his hips pushing his cock into her tight hole, he opens her mouth and licks her tongue with devlish pleasure. It’s wonderful. So is looking into her serene face when he pushes in all the way.
„I’m almost there, baby. In a few minutes I’ll fill up your hungry little womb with my daddy sperm, maybe give you a child of your own…would you like that, baby? Would you like to carry your daddy’s baby?“
He grunts at the thought of her belly swollen with his child and buries his face in her neck, grabbing her hair and thrusting into his favorite girl as hard and fast as he needs to go. Not long and she comes again, milking him hard. With pure bliss on his face Stephen lets go, shooting his load into that thirsty womb.
„There you go“, he pants when he’s back from incest heaven and lifts his head, looking down at her.
„I won’t clean you. I want my cum swirling around inside you all night. I want you to feel it stick to your lips in the morning. My sweet, naughty girl.“
He kisses her all over, taking her nighty with him as he wanders down, pulling it over his head when he buries his face in her cunt one last time, stuffing his cum into her cunt, using his tongue. Her heat and her smell drive him insane. Fucking gorgeous, this pussy.
Just when he thinks he might go again, after all, his wife calls up the stairs. He shouts back that he’ll be right down, in between kissing this perfect pussy. One more minute does he dare, then he forces himself to get up, pull up her panties and put her under the covers.
He walked into his daughter’s room to see if she was getting ready to go grocery shopping.
“Hayley, are you…?”
He found her on the bed, down on her knees and elbows playing with one of her stuff animals. That wasn’t what stopped him in his tracks, though. It was how her little dress had slid down and exposed her from the waist down with out any little girl panties on.
She was totally bare.
Totally.
As in pretty little girl pussy staring at him without one tiny hair on it. Looking all soft and so touchable.
So lickable.
So perfectly fuckable.
His hand went down to his pants, stroking his hard meat as it pulse to life behind his fly. Thoughts of grocery shopping long gone as his feet moved him closer and closer to her little girl bed.
“What are you doing, baby girl?”
“Playing with my little lamb, Daddy,” she said without turning to look at him.
He stood directly behind her now. Close enough that he could reach out and touch her little pussy.
God, it was so fresh and soft looking. He bet it was so tender to the touch.
He bet it would be so damn tight around his cock.
Heat surged through his dick and he unzipped his pants, reaching in and pulling out his dripping meat and aching balls.
Her mother wouldn’t be home for hours, he thought as he stroked his thickening shaft.
That was all the permission his throbbing hard on needed.
“Looks like you’re having a lot of fun, Hayley,” he murmured as he placed his knees on the bed behind her.
“What are you doing, Daddy?” she asked and turned her head around trying to look at him.
His cock head was just inches away from her bald little pussy and he caught his breath.
“Uh.. Uh, Daddy just wanted to see you playing with your stuff animal, sweetie.”
“Oh, okay.” She turned back and continued playing with her sheep.
When he was able to breathe he leaned down, looking over her shoulder and gently nudged his cock against her little pussy.
“You really love that stuffie, don’t you, Hayley,” he said, circling an arm around her waist to hold her still when she turned her head to quickly look at him.
“Uh, huh. I… I love all my animals.” She had a weird look on her face as she tried to stare at him over her shoulder as he continued to stroke his dick against her little pussy.
“Mm, well Daddy has something else you’re gonna learn to love, Hayley.”
He tighten his arm around her young body and guided his cock quickly to her tight virgin hole before his baby girl could try and fight, he plowed through her hymn and sank until he hit bottom.
Her screams of pain couldn’t break though the wall of pleasure he was experiencing through his cock. Her clenching little hole, trying so hard to push him out, was the tightest little cunt he’d ever had around his meat. Her wiggling body only made it better, especially when he started to fuck in and out of her.
“Daddy’s Hayley… so good… on my cock.” he moaned, working his dick in longer strokes between the vise like walls of her little cunt.
He found her clit between jarring thrusts into her body and rubbed. He moaned as each stroke over her little bud made the tightest pussy he’d ever felt feel even smaller around his throbbing meat.
Faster and faster he rubbed her clit, making it grow beneath his touch. Her little pussy grew wetter around his rutting cock, making it easier to impale her little cunt completely on his shaft until his balls popped against those soft, plump, pussy lips.
The ache in his gut to cum was burning him. His big hands went to her tiny hips and pushed and tugged her back and forth to meet the driving thrusts of his cock. He pounded into her stretched little cunt, groaned as the sound of it sucking around his shaft.
His eyes locked on to the sight of her little hole stretched around his shaft, seeing the mix of her blood and cunt juice on his cock just drove him to fuck harder, driving deeper. And then his cum exploded against his little girl’s womb.
“Fuck… it… deep.” He shouted, ramming his spurting cock again and again up against her womb, filling her with hot baby making seed. Watching as it coated his cock as he pulled back slammed forward once more as another jet of sperm shot out of his throbbing meat.
He fell on top of her, still jerking his hips because the pleasure of her sucking little hole was to good to stop. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep fucking her little hole. To keep pumping his cum in her and filling her soft, bald little pussy over and over.
“Daddy loves you… loves your little pussy… make Daddy feel so good,” he said, kissing her neck, her shoulders as he hunched himself inside her, moaning as her little hole twitched around him.
“Hurts… bad… Daddy,” she moaned beneath him, her hips trying to lift against him.
“Daddy, knows, little Hayley,” he kissed her neck, still pushing himself in and out of her, feeling his cock starting to harden again inside her sucking hole.
“But…mmm, but the more… the more Daddy fucks… that little pussy,” he pumped in a long, slow stroke. “God… the more Daddy… fucks that tight, sweet little pussy… mmm, the better it feels, little Hayley.”
He reached under and rubbed her clit and heard her gasp and felt her hips jerk. He stopped and started again, once more making her gasp and her hips jerk.
“Did you like that, baby… like how Daddy rubbed your little pussy,” he asked, grabbing the edge of her tiny bed with one hand and her shoulder with his other and fucking her little cunt deeply, whimpering as he bounced off her womb.
“Please… please… touch… touch my… pussy… Daddy.”
With those words, he knew that he had himself a sweet little fuck doll all of his
The thing about doing a good cnc scene with somebody is. It always feels real in a way. It feels like a hunt, the way I like to do it.
I don't like to just launch into it so I usually have a prenegotiated "starting window" sort of thing. Like, "we will lie here and chill and watch this movie like normal and at some point during the movie I will initiate the scene". Right?
And then you're just there, trying to act normal, with that constant tension there. This is going to happen to you. You can't talk about it. Every move I make, you'll tense up, only to find I'm just reaching for water.
I'll pause the movie to go pee. You stay there. You have to stay there alone, in the dark. Am I going to do it when I come back? Is this starting the scene? Am I going to come back with something, something to hurt you or restrain you? Am I going to keep acting normal, pulling the thread of tension tighter? What will I do to you? When will I do it? How will I do it? Don't talk about it. You can't stop it.
aw, you want me to hit you, angel? okay, are you gonna say please? are you gonna kneel for me & nuzzle my knuckles like a good pet? go on... kiss the hand you want me to hurt you with.
dad telling you, “let me use you a little, yeah ? just a little” but it turns into them emptying multiple loads inside you, leaving you gasping for air with your legs shaking and twitching at any contact, and the inside of your thighs forming pretty blue and purple splotches from their rough grabbing
I’d love to film porn with someone someday . But it has to look really old and scary and bad quality and it has to be too problematic to be posted on any normal websites and it has to make everyone who watches it feel really gross and bad abt jerking off to it. You have to yell at me and slap me while I’m already sobbing and bleeding at your feet. It has to just look irredeemably cruel and stomach turning. Or it’s not fun. And the location has to look really good too. Like somewhere nondescript and dirty like there’s no possible way I could be there on purpose. And it has to seem like I don’t know what I’m doing or what’s happening or what’s going to happen
The first time I rape you, it'll be in a room with TV screens on all four walls, dark and silent.
The second time, there'll be one screen playing the video of the last rape on loop, and you'll stare at it on your hands and knees as my cock pushes into you.
The third time, you'll have to watch yourself get raped while watching your first rape - all while the first time plays just the same in the background.
I wonder what you'll be willing to do to get out by the time you find out the ceiling and floor are screens too.
It's such a dirty thing to do. It's gross, and it seems so wrong to open your mouth for piss. But at the same time it's such a huge turn on for the both of us. And it would make me so happy to have a piss slut of my own. Just as it would make my piss slut in training so happy to be a urinal for me.
I'll start with baby steps. The nasty, nasty piss porn from online is hot and all, but the intensity and overwhelming sensation of the real thing is a whole other story. The first step is for the apprentice urinal to hold my cock when I pee. Feeling the flow of it, sensing the vibrations through my cock as it comes out. Maybe even feeling the heat coming off of the warm stream. Next step is to dip one's fingers into the stream and feeling how warm it is on the skin. It's just like hot water, but at the same time it isn't. It's my piss marking my piss whore's skin.
The obvious next step is to mark more than just my piss pet's hands and fingers. Their entire body should be my target. I'll move my hot stream around as they shower in it, encouraging them to revel in the utterly submissive feeling of letting another person's urine cascade all over their body. I'll tell them to welcome it, to take it all with eagerness, and instilling in them that it's a privilege to be marked like this. Then, once the basics of the golden shower are appreciated, when it's a pleasurable and intense act of servitude, I'll aim the stream upwards. I'll let my urinal doll know that not even their hair is sacred. Neither is their face. All of it should be properly baptized in piss before the training is complete.
When taking piss all over their body, face and hair is normalized, only the final part of training remains. A urinal is mean to flush down all of the piss its given, and not leave a mess. But for starters they should taste it while I let them know just how good they'll be if they learn to not only lap it up, but swallow and savor it as well. Keeping them edged, pleasured and horny as they taste the degrading saltiness of it on their skin. Trying my best to instill associations of lust, submissions and obedience when the taste hits their tongue. Following up the initial first tastes with small, manageable mouthfuls. Swallow after swallow, until the words piss and drink, drink and piss always come in pairs. When my bladder is full, it should be an instinct to want to serve me. To want it inside of them, to be my vessel and to serve as my relief.
When my piss drinker is finally allowed to call themselves a piss drinking slut, the real fun begins. So many ways to drench someone. So many settings and scenarios one can serve as a urinal in. Not only that, but there are more holes than just one's mouth that can be filled with piss...
The sound of her sobs of pleasure are etched into my very soul. When I close my eyes, I can see her bound body, writhing, shaking, breaking under unfathomable pleasure. She’s been burned into my soul and now I own her.
My pretty girl was a bit of an impulse buy. A very, very expensive purchase seeing as I wasn’t expecting to jump into a bidding war but something inside of me just needed to have her when she came onto screen during the auction. And I’ve never been someone who tolerated being denied what I need.
It was easy enough to arrange her transportation to me. I would’ve gone to pick her up myself but that would’ve wasted precious time and I couldn’t stand to wait any longer to play with my new toy. She’ll learn to be so grateful to be owned by someone like me, someone with the means to buy her the very best things.
And I’ve already begun to spoil my girl. After finalizing my purchase, my next course of action was to buy the very best accessories for her. The most beautiful collar, welded onto her neck by an expert I paid to ask no questions, the purest titanium piercings for her precious little clit and nipples, all of which is going to let me completely remold her brain into my perfect girl. Everything was seamlessly done with no delays. It’s amazing what money can get when you know how to use it.
And now, she’s finally here, still drugged unconscious from her procedures and her travel but in my grasp. She’s even more beautiful in person, her face relaxed in sleep and body soft and warm, accented by the special bits of jewelry that make her explicitly mine. She’s finally where she belongs, splayed across my bed, looking like a goddess. I have every intention to keeping every single inch of her to myself.
I can barely contain my excitement as I wait for my girl to wake up. I settle onto the bed next to her, running gentle fingers across her skin and watching the goosebumps erupt on her flesh in response to my touch. I can’t stop myself from letting my fingers dance across her pretty tits, flicking across her nipples softly. The tightening of her nipples makes my mouth water and I can’t hold back from letting my fingers pinch and pull gently. The sleek metal bar running through each nipple is beautiful against her skin and I can’t wait for her to be awake and responsive to all her new adornments. Only the best for my pet.
My eyes take in her prone form and I see the matching metal piercing on her pretty little clit. An idea pops into my head and I can’t stop myself from moving to situate myself in between her thighs, my gaze fixed on her pussy. I grip her legs and fold them back against her chest, the position showing off her cunt to my hungry gaze.
“Fuck, look at you, pretty girl. All mine for the taking,” I groan before I lean down and run my tongue gently against her soft pussy. I press a kiss against her new piercing and draw the cold metal into my mouth along with her cute clit. Her breathing hitches as the sensation permeates her drugged mind. I let my tongue trace the metal, the taste of her growing arousal making my mouth water. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good. I lose myself in her cunt, my hands keeping her legs spread and splayed open for me.
I hear her shaky breathing quicken and her legs start to tremble in my hands. She’s close and I intensify my actions, determined to wake my girl up with an onslaught of pleasure so she knows exactly how I’ll be treating her. I hear a soft whine come from her and glance up to see her brow scrunch as she blinks her eyes open in shock.
My grip on her tightens and I watch as fear and panic overtakes her features before I press my lips against her clit and suck hard. Her mouth opens in a cry as pleasure overtakes her senses and her cunt squirts her release onto my tongue, back arching against the bed.
She’s panting softly and letting out little whimpers when I finally let her clit go, the metal of her piercing glistening with wetness and her pussy leaking onto the sheets. I sit up but keep a strong grip on her in case she gets any ideas about bolting.
She’s trembling slightly under my hands and my eyes meet hers. She’s so beautiful like this, splayed out underneath me, pleasure raw in her eyes. I smile, “Hi pretty girl. Welcome home.”
Her eyes widen and I hear her voice for the first time. “Please, please let me go,” she begs, her eyes gazing into mine imploringly. Her voice sends shivers down my spine and I want to close my eyes to bask in it.
I smirk and lean down, caging her into the bed with my arms. “Can’t do that, you’re too expensive of a toy to throw away,” my voice sounds raw and rough, filled with dark promises and desire.
She flinches at my words, her eyes going hazy for a moment, remembering the events of the auction. She shakes herself out of it and meets my eyes again. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice trembles a little and I can see the fear in her eyes. It makes me immediately want to soothe it.
One of my hands comes up to cup her cheek and I frown when she shies away from my touch. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl. You’re mine now and I’m going to treat you so well, you’ll see,” I promise, stroking her cheek gently.
She whimpers, “Please, I don’t want this. I don’t want to be here.” I coo softly at her, “It’s okay, pretty girl, you’ll learn that this is exactly where you belong, right here by my side. Forever.”
I lean down and press my lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a loving kiss. She fights me at first but settles when my hand wraps around her throat in warning. I dominate her mouth, feeling her pulse jump under my grip.
I groan against her lips, she’s so fucking perfect underneath me like this. I pull away and smirk down at her, taking in her hazy eyes and swollen lips. She looks so good like this. I can’t resist one more quick kiss before I lean back.
“Come on,” I say, standing up from the bed and lightly pulling her towards me. I slide my hands underneath her body and pick her up easily, cradling her in my arms. She’s being so good for me, I’m so proud of her.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl,” I say, walking us into my bedroom’s connected bathroom. She looks so scared under the bright lights of the bathroom, her eyes darting around the space. I set her down on her feet in front of the large mirror and keep one arm wrapped around her midsection, pressing her back to my front.
I take a moment to savor the feeling of her small body against mine and it makes me a little feral to see our size difference. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Look at us, pretty girl. This is where you belong, with me. And look,” I smile, letting my hands trail to her piercings, “I bought you presents.”
Her eyes take stock of the new jewelry on her body and they widen in shock. “What, what did you do to me?” Her voice is strangled with despair. Her hands come up pull at the collar on her neck before going to touch her nipple piercings and she whimpers, her eyes filling with tears.
“Don’t cry, pretty girl,” I coo, “Don’t these look so good? Pretty things for my pretty girl.” I tap her collar lightly and run my hands between her legs and flick the piercing on her clit that she hasn’t yet fully realized yet. The movement makes her let out a choked moan that ends in a sob when the full realization sinks into her head.
Tears are falling from her eyes as she whimpers, “No, no, no, I never wanted this.” Her sobs feel like stabs into my heart, I can’t stand the fact that my girl is sad.
My arms band around her tightly and I press her against my body comfortingly. “It’s okay, love, you’ll like them, I promise. I know what’s best for you, don’t cry,” I murmur softly. Her tears don’t seem to slow and it makes me frown.
I turn her around and let her sob into my chest, soothing her with soft touches and gentle words until she eventually seems to cry herself out of tears.
“You’ll understand eventually,” I murmur, hugging her tight. She quiets down to small whimpers and I press soft kisses to the top of her head.
“Come on pretty girl, let’s get you cleaned up,” I lead her into the shower gently and turn on the hot water, letting steam fill the space around us. She’s listless and limp, her eyes gazing unseeingly around us.
I take my time washing her, my hands gentle as I lather her soft hair with expensive shampoo and then conditioner before moving on to soap her body. She so good for me, letting me move her around the shower to wash off any trace of her tears. I wash myself quickly while she stands underneath the spray of hot water, her gorgeous body slick and warm. I almost want to bend her over and fuck her right here and right now but I stop myself. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.
When we’re both clean, I shut off the water and step out of the shower to grab a big fluffy towel. I lead her gently out, wrapping her in the towel and softly patting her skin dry. She’s so good, she doesn’t fight me at all.
I make sure she’s all wrapped up before turning to grab a towel for myself, drying myself quickly and efficiently. I grab her hand and lead her back into the bedroom, pulling her towards the bed. Seeing our bed seems to startle panic back into her and I see her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
“No, please, please, let me go,” her voice is desperate as she pleads with me, trying to plant her feet to keep me from leading her to the bed. I raise an eyebrow at her, “Darling, don’t be scared, you know I’d never hurt you,” I say soothingly.
My words don’t seem to calm her and she shakes her head harder. “Please, please, let me go,” her voice breaking. I loosen my grip on her hand, intending to scoop her up in my arms when she shoves me, hard.
Her shove surprises me enough for let her slip out of my arms and she takes advantage of my lapse to bolt out the door. I let out an incredulous laugh and shake my head, I guess my girl’s a little feisty. I don’t bother chasing her down, knowing that every single exit to the house is locked and she has no where to run. Plus, I have an extra insurance policy.
Suddenly, I hear a scream and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I smirk, turning to grab my phone from the nightstand before I follow the noise. I find her down the hall, crumpled on the floor, body shaking and trembling. I let out a disappointed sound as I walk towards her, “Pretty girl, you didn’t even make it downstairs. Did something stop you?” I taunt, smirking at her shuddering body.
I walk up to her and squat next to her collapsed body, “Did that hurt?” I purr, my hand coming to wrap around her arm tightly. She whimpers, her breath still unsteady.
“I guess you found out the hard way that your new jewelry has a purpose beyond just looking pretty,” I smirk. “Your pretty piercings and that collar, they’re all programmed to deliver varying degrees of electricity to your sensitive little body. I can make you scream in pleasure or pain whenever I want, with the touch of a button.” I wave my phone mockingly at her before pressing a button on my screen that sends a mild shock through her. It makes her let out a little wail even though it’s nowhere as painful as the shock that took her down initially.
“The extra bit of programming that took you down was something I built in myself. It delivers a debilitating shock to your neck, nipples, and that precious little clit if you get more than 100 feet away from me.” I smile at her, taking in her wild eyes and trembling frame, “But I guess you learned that the hard way.”
I pet her hair softly, “Did that hurt, pretty girl?” She doesn’t respond to me, still shuddering and crying. I scoop her limp body up in my arms and walk us back to the bedroom. This time, I set her onto the bed and settle in with her.
I pull her body against mine and press a soft kiss to her head. “You poor, poor sweet thing,” I murmur, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “You still don’t understand? I own you now. Now and forever…”
She shudders, quiet sobs making her entire body shake. “Why are you so sad, pretty girl? I’ll be so good to you, buy you anything you want, make you feel so good.” I stroke her back softly. “I know you liked what they did at the auction, I can make you feel like that all the time.”
I can’t stop the wicked grin that takes over my face when I fiddle with my phone again, changing a couple settings on the controls. The effect on her is instantaneous, a desperate little cry as her eyes shoot to meet mine.
I laugh and wrap my arms more securely around her body, “Feels good huh? See? If you’re a good girl, you can feel like this all the time, all those sensations directly on your sensitive little clit and nipples.”
“No, please stop, please!” Her voice is shaking as she pushes at me weakly. I run my hands up and down her body, raking my nails across her soft, smooth skin gently. I’ve set the programming to a variety of different pulses, each maintained at an intensity that forces the pleasure to the forefront of her very being.
I can only imagine how overwhelming it all feels, the earlier shock she got from running probably pushed her sensitivity levels to the max, every single sensation now dancing across her already frayed nerves.
I can tell exactly when every shock is delivered to her body by the way she shudders. I tangle my hand in her soft hair and pull harshly, forcing her eyes to meet my own. She has tears streaming down her face as she lets out desperate little sobs.
“Please, please, please stop!” Her voice desperate. I shake my head, “Oh no, pretty girl. I know you like this, I know your pretty pussy is dripping wet for me right now.”
I slide my hand down to her core and groan low in my throat when I feel how fucking hot and drenched her cunt is. Two fingers slide in effortlessly and I can feel the pulsing of her cunt in time with the electricity. I curl upwards to press against her g-spot and I feel her shatter in my arms.
The sob that rips out of her throat is devastatingly delicious. I watch her eyes roll and her entire world narrows to the pleasure shooting through her body. I take that moment to increase the voltage, driving her higher in her orgasm and forcing her into a world of painful pleasure.
There’s no way for her to fight the sensations. The electricity is delivered directly to her clit and nipples, and no amount of struggling, writhing, or touching can make it stop. I don’t need a single restraint on her body to make her submit and there is nothing she can do to fight back. Her body, while physically unbound, is entirely shackled to my will and she has nothing to use against me other than the pleas that spill from her lips like a mantra.
She’s noticed that even after her forced orgasm, the stimulation isn’t stopping. She’s gripping my arm so tightly as her body shudders again and again, so overstimulated that she can barely string together words to beg me. She’s so beautiful like this, uninhibited, desperate, sobbing by my own design.
I lean down and lay gentle kisses along her neck, letting my tongue taste her skin. I groan softly and pull her tighter against my chest, her body shuddering against mine.
“That’s it, pretty girl, just take it for me. You’re doing so well, just like that, feeling so good for me. Keep cumming for me, sweet thing, this is for your own good. Pretty girls like you need to learn that they have to listen to their owners.”
I talk her through her every orgasm, bumping up the stimulation every once in a while to keep her mind locked in a haze of pleasured pain. She’s stopped struggling against me after her fourth orgasm, her body going limp as the sensations overwhelmed her. After her sixth, she went nonverbal, begging replaced by quiet whines and whimpers. At her tenth, she passes out and I finally turn the stimulation off.
I’m gentle as I move her body around on the bed so she’s laying comfortably. Tear tracks are evident on her pretty face and her pussy and inner thighs are a dripping mess. I slip off the bed and come back with a warm towel to clean her up before pulling her into my arms.
I press a soft kiss to her forehead before tucking her close and closing my eyes. Maybe when she wakes up, she’ll have a better attitude about her reality.
Note: AHHH PAY TO PLAY PART TWO IS OFFICIALLY HERE! This installment is from the buyer’s perspective teehee I hope y'all like this as a continuation, I had such a hard time deciding where I wanted to take this story so I hope it delivers!
