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@doctor-averlong
no matter what's going on in a trans girl's life, you can make it better by tying her up for a couple of hours
what also works is biting and hitting her, too. whatever she's feeling, you can help her feel better by making her feel something else
one of my most asexual fantasies is i want to dress myself up really nice and my pet really slutty then meet up with another domme and her sub then have a nice tea party together while we look on and remark upon our subs desperately fucking each other as though they were a particularly skilled musician I had hired to provide entertainment while we ate and drank. never directing anything at them in particular, just making little offhanded comments to each other in the middle of our unrelated conversation when they did something especially delightful
I want to share you with one of my sadist friends.
You'll know well before the planned date so you can prepare. Your hair and nails done, shopping for something new and lacy to match the rope we'll bind you in. Mentally you'll need to prepare as well. This is going to be one of the most intense nights of your life, sweet girl. You'll need to remember your breathing exercises.
Introductions will be brief. You thoughtlessly extend your trust to anyone I do. So as I smile and welcome her into my arms, you'll relax. This is someone I'm deeply friendly with. I'd never trust you with anyone that didn't have your best interests in mind, right?
We enter the play room and you can't help but notice the tools waiting for you. All neatly hung and cleaned. Plenty of room for the wide swings that some toys necessitate.
We'll undress you, catching up like old friends as the outfit you worked so hard to put together is tossed aside. The conversation will eventually focus on you. She'll compliment your form, your blush, the lace I dressed you in. She'll go through the safety check in. “Tell me your safe word. Show me your non verbal sign.”
After, you won't need to say anything. In fact, we're going to talk over you, openly discussing our favorite parts of you. Where we want to see marks. How much we think you could handle. You may be tempted to speak up, to offer what you think we may like. ‘Your ass carries stripes so well, but your back is difficult to mark’. We'll look at you like wolves being offered cuts from the lamb we're getting ready to butcher. Your eagerness is noticed, appreciated, but unneeded. We have the experience to carve you up, little girl.
Finally we come to an agreement. We bind your wrists together, anchoring them to the ceiling, chattering excitedly at each other as we work. Carefully a pair of blackout contacts are slipped into each of your eyes. We'll each take half of you. A side of lamb each to treat as a canvas.
Together we are more than the sum of our parts. When dommes enjoy working together, they start to learn each other's rhythm, and, more importantly, how to egg the other on.
Imagine being strung up in the dark. Blind and helpless, balancing on the tips of your toes. The only safety net you have is in the trust you have in me. One domme, you don't know who, gives you a gentle tap on your side only for the other to respond, lashing a crop into the arch of your body as it tries to escape the first.
Back and forth we'll tease you, building up our strikes before switching to crueler and more intense implements. You'll hear us excitedly offer the other tips to improve our swing, or offer spots that might be fun to hit. No part of you would be off limits as we work to turn you from a blank canvas, to art.
Our art. Our sobbing, shaking, broken art. When we're done we'll haul you down, hold you between us and slip the contacts from your eyes. Your first vision will be your naked body reflected back at you, carried between us, every inch of you decorated.
Between us we'll care for you the hours, the days it takes to heal. Kissing and praising you in unison. We'll tell you how proud we are. How perfectly you performed for us.
Giving blowjobs- not for you but for me.
I like watching you thrash and take heaving breaths under me.
You’ve already come once and you’re shaking so hard I can feel it on my tongue, but I’m not done yet. You can take it. You will, either way.
This is so relaxing for me, just one or two more rounds. You can whine about it though, if that makes you feel better.
Little Miss Humiliationbait would really, really like to play truth or dare for some reason
What a cute kink you just shared in confidence with me! I can't wait to embarrass you with it later~
a fun way to do this is to share your NSFW alt so your domme can go back and read all your horny posts and see exactly what embarrassing shit you've been reblogging with "#meeeeee", "#god I want this so much", and "#me and who".
robot, fascinated by human sexuality, wants to run some experiments on you. it presents a schedule to you, but you have to shut it down. you don't have time to get fucked six hours a day. it suggests an overlap; use that sleeping time of yours. it agrees to keep you and the bedsheets clean, and you start going to bed naked.
a couple months later, you figure it must have lost interest. a couple nights of very pleasant dreams, and waking up to feel awfully satisfied and maybe a little stretched and tingly, but nothing more than that. you haven't stopped going to bed naked; you've been sleeping so much better recently. it greets you as you exit your room, informing you that its experiments have resulted in you orgasming a grand total of one thousand times. before you can respond it hands you an external hard drive, and directs you to plug it in to a computer.
with it looking over your shoulder, you find that the 4tb drive is nearly full, with hours and hours of video of you being fucked while asleep. pages and pages of detailed analysis, with hard numbers on average orgasm timings, heartrate over time analyses, maximum size and lubrication of toys, genital fluid emission volume. some nights it only ran its digits over you, measuring heartrate and arousal levels. some nights it fucked you silly for nearly the whole night, with toys much larger than anything or anyone you'd ever taken. you wonder, briefly, why there's a toy in your mouth, and then your cheeks burn as you read "oral stimulation can reduce time to orgasm by up to 45 seconds on average"
you click on last night's video, and its technique is scarily efficient as it turns you over onto a waterproof mat, with a menacingly large tentacle strap-on on its hips. that night's dream comes back to you as you watch it push into you. each stroke is so hard, so deep, so familiar. the sounds of your muffled groans, its motors and fans humming and whirring almost drowned out by the plapping sound of it using you. metadata and annotations scroll across your second monitor. one stands out: orgasm estimated within 12 seconds and you watch as you cum around its toy. first orgasm at t plus 5:27 from initial penetration.
behind you, the robot beeps, to catch your attention. it's detected high levels of arousal from you. would you like it to relieve you?
i want to study someone so badly. like, what's the average maximum number of orgasms a person can go through before passing out? what happens when you edge someone for hours before letting them cum? are aphrodisiacs real? how fast does it take for a dog to be clicker trained? how well can the human body remember repeated sensations?
i get obsessed with things, and people, really fast. keep my attention, and you'll be heavily rewarded.
Hm. Two subs, both in shock collars, connected to the same remote. Both are thus incentivised not only to keep their own good behaviour, but to enforce it on the other, too.
when a girl makes a cute noise it's blood in the water. immediately my goal becomes coaxing out so many more cute noises and making it so so so so so flustered.
Real dickheads (secondary definition I'm inventing; penis fans) know it's cute when it's soft
Pre/non op transfems on e. Transmascs wearing packers. Transmascs who've had phalloplasty without the implant thing. Old man yaoi. Old woman yuri #transgender. Anybody on SSRI's. The possibilities are endless. The default state of the penis is ☝️ soft
fat people just look better in bondage this is simply a fact. what’s the point of doing all that rope work if it’s just gonna lay flat against someone’s bony flesh? just like a bundle of sticks and some twine over here. honk shoo booooring
Things I have learned in six months exploring kink at a local sex club:
I don’t find every body sexually attractive, but I do find all bodies beautiful.
The more bodies I see in states of undress, the better I feel about mine.
I love watching people react to stimuli. Laughing, calling out, shivering. The way muscles jump or goosebumps form. The way someone rocks up onto their toes into or out of a sensation. The looks on their faces. It feels like an art gallery.
Honesty means admitting that you want something.
Honesty also means asking when you don’t understand and seeking to learn with an open heart.
Admitting that you want something means someone might give it to you.
You can ask for anything you want as long as you can take the answer being no.
Most people want a connection, and most people want to meet you on your terms. People who know their needs and limits are the safest people I’ve met.
Stephen Sondheim was right: scary is exciting, and nice is different than good.
It is very funny to tell people I took my car for a light sensation scene when I get it washed.
You don’t have to be skinny or have a model body to wear pretty things
Even pretty underwear. You can wear it while fat. It’s okay.
DAILY AFFIRMATIONS
1. I AM A GOOD LITTLE LAB EXPERIMENT
2. MY SUFFERING IS FOR THE GREATER GOOD
3. THE SCIENTIST THAT EXPERIMENTS ON ME LOVES ME UNCONDITIONALLY
4. I LOVE GOING INTO THE TUBE/JAR/INSERT RELEVANT APPARATUS OF CONTAINMENT
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good daily affirmations for any of my test subjects
If i could just hornypost for a second,
I need to be shackled in tack, bridle, blinders, and led toward the needy strapped-down beauty I'll be mounting up on and unloading all the sweat and fury I've built up over a hard day spent working the field.
Okay I'm done now.
they don't tell you this but human bodies make really, really good fidget toys. especially someone else's body, where you'll find it makes really nice noises if you poke and prod it right.
Smut, sexting, and kink are peak… I’m meh about actual sex.
I’m not ace… I think… but I definitely have a non-normative relationship to my sexual desires and how I like to express them.
Me when tied up: Hell yeah
Me when fucked: oh ok ig that’s something you can do if you really want to
You.
You get it.
lol
Yeah this is absolutely it. I used to identify as just asexual because of this, but figuring out that I actually enjoy kink has thrown that into disarray.
The way I explain it is that for most people, their sexuality seems to be built in layers, with the bottom two layers being "attraction to human bodies" and "sex" (with the definition of "sex" in this case being nebulous and complicated).
On top of those two base levels, they may layer on BDSM and other kinks, but those things are built on the lower layers: They like sexy bodies in bondage, or "petplay" for them is getting fucked while someone holds their leash, and they "arf!" instead of moan.
But I'm missing those base layers, they don't really do anything for me, for the most part. I'm not, like, turned off by them? but they're not really any kind of turn-on, like they seem to be for more allosexual people.
So I'm not sure if this is a type of asexuality still (probably) or if I'm just a kinky pervert (definitely), but yeah... I totally get it.
