โง Mutuals and All Women can chain & torture me for funsies
โง Be mean to me I looove attention ๐๐
โง Ko-Fi // Throne
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โง Answered asks tagged as #๐
โง My pics tagged as #liver.png (canโt link this ๐ฉ)
โง Audios tagged as #liver.mp3
โง TERFs Pedos & Bigots go fuck yourselves
โง Cishet men just be chill ok ๐
โง โ ๏ธ This blog may contain darker themes! โ ๏ธ
I will try to like, tag kinks for what they are so anybody can block specific tags as needed, but be warned I am not always good at remembering to do so! My brain sucks lol
โง MEAN WOMEN โผ๏ธ๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅโจโค๏ธ๐ซ๐โจ
โง Himboification lol idk Iโm stupid and cute :3
โง Some pet play? ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฑ
โง Cnc okโฆ
โง Stalking โค๏ธโ๐ฅ
โง Some Somnophilia
โง Intox
โง Free Use
โง Pred/Prey
โง Medical/Scientist/Experiment
โง KNIFE KINK!!!!! ๐ช๐ช๐ช
โง Small Bit OโBlood ๐ฉธ
โง Conditioning/Hypnosis/Mind Control
โง Imma be real. Iโm so submissive and sensitive that I could be conditioned to enjoy just about anything within my hard limits. Like I dare you to try haha. Just watch itโs so funny, so embarrassing how Iโll just. Do anything you want me to doโฆ isnโt it funnyโฆ haha try it cmonโฆ itโll be fun hahaโฆ please,
โง โฆโฆโฆ.. Tickling ๐ซฃ shh
โ๏ธ -The Bad- โ๏ธ
โ No anal :|
โ Preferably no talk of painfully stretching any holes here. Itโs just uncomfortable for me.
โ No piss/scat/vomit
โ No feederism or whatev, just not into it
โ Cool it with the feet stuff, man
โ I donโt like the actual word R*pe so do not use it around me please! It just turns me off lol, Iโm not gonna get upset if you use it for yourself though.
โ Please god no baby talk. No princess parts. No [gags] cummies. Iโm an adult and that kind of baby talk in sexual context grosses me out.
โ No incest, ddlg, age play, just not a huge fan. I like the titles but delving too far into it is upsetting due to irl things. Only ppl Iโm friends with can push this boundary for sexual humiliation reasons LOL
pretty girls who get so close riding you that they freeze up completely. hips going still. face crumpling. "i'm gonna cum i don't want to cum yet i'm not doneโ"
hands finding their hips. starting to move them slowly.
"keep going."
"i can'tโ i'm too close i'm gonnaโ"
"i know." moving their hips faster. not slower. "keep going anyway."
a devastated sound. hips moving despite themselves now, chasing and fighting it at the same time. "pleaseโ please i'm right there pleaseโ"
reaching down between us. thumb finding their clit.
the whimper they let out at the contact.
"noโ no no no please that's too much please i'm gonna cum pleaseโ"
not stopping. working slow circles while their hips keep moving. feeling them get impossibly closer. feeling them try to still themselves and moving them again.
"you're not done." i remind them. "keep riding."
"i can't i can't i can'tโ" crying tears now. hips moving frantically despite every protest. body completely overriding everything their mouth is saying. โplease let me cum please iโve been so good pleaseโโ
"not yet." thumb still moving. steady. "you said you weren't done. so finish what you started."
a sob. hips working desperately. thighs shaking with the effort of taking all of it while i keep rubbing slow deliberate circles and refuse to give them what they're begging for.
"pleaseโ" barely a word anymore. "please please i can't hold it pleaseโ"
watching them fall apart trying to hold on. watching them lose every single battle with their own body while i stay completely unbothered underneath them.
bring back sexting bring back sexting its the most hottest thing ever YES i will take my time to TYPE OUT EVERYTHING yes i will do exactly what you tell me to over text yes i am that easy and yes im giggling over a stupid box of words from you
thinking about blindfolding you and making you guess where iโm going to touch you next. your whole body on high alert. flinching at air. every nerve ending awake and waiting. pressing one finger to the inside of your wrist and feeling you gasp like iโd done something much more. the power of making you feel everything because you canโt see anything. taking my time. going nowhere near where you need me.
I want a lee to rest their head in my lap with their hands cuffed behind my back so I can tickle their ears and neck and slooooowly down the inside of their arms to their pits and watch them cackle and shake their head and arch their back when they can't put their arms down
When they need a breather I'll pull back and pet their hair, and when they're ready to start again I'll spider my nails up up up their ribs, across their chest - just ghosting over their nipples long enough to see them jolt - and then back to their armpits again~
Dear people with frighteningly ticklish backs, you deserve to be tied spread eagle face down and have every single inch of your back explored with the softest most curious fingers and trailing glides of lips
I dont know if its already thought of but do you know the torture method where they put a bucket of water overhead and then drop of water will slowly fall continuously until the victim mind break. This with clit torture. Where the water is kept above the clit and it falls repeatedly over the course of time
OH THIS IS SO SO SO GOOD!
She was frozen, on her back, trapped in an elegant tangle of limbs and restraints. Legs drawn back and upwards, knees bent and spread wide, held in place with her own arms, rope forcing her forearms and lower legs together in a way that keeps her entirely spread. The position was absolute, her pussy presented and opened to the empty air and the horrible contraption above.
A polished reservoir of water was held in place directly above her with a drip valve perfectly in line over her clit. Already, there was a single droplet of water gathering, the cohesion of the liquid holding it together for as long as physics would allow.
Until it fell.
It was a shock of pure, focused cold. A tiny, icy bullet striking the single most concentrated bundle of nerves in her body. Her entire frame jolted against the restraints, a gasp ripped from her throat. The cold was a pain, sharp and clean.
Eight seconds later, another droplet fell. Her clit contracted, trying to retreat, but the position and the exposure made it impossible. The cold water beaded on the swollen flesh before trickling away.
Another eight seconds. She held her breath, waiting, her nerves screaming in anticipation. The drop hit. Another flinch and shudder, a muted whine coming from her throat.
In a desperate attempt to protect the delicate tissue, blood began to flood her clit, a physiological response to the cold. It brought warmth. It brought swelling. It brought a throbbing, aching sensitivity.
The next drip sent her hips straining in a minute, helpless spasm. Then, in the long, agonizing pause in between drips there was only the sensation of her pounding heart and the aching, swollen fullness between her legs, the air cold on her wet skin. The anticipation was a vise around her lungs.
A single, isolated drop again. She whimpered.
The targeted, piercing cold seemed to bypass skin and go straight to the nerve cluster beneath.
Time bled together, measured only in drops and her bodyโs tortured response. The cold was still there, a relentless, focused shock, but beneath it, a deep, unwanted heat was building. Her body, unbalanced by the relentless stimulation of the nerve bundle, began to interpret the signals through a haze of exhaustion and overload.
Waves of treacherous warmth would follow after every drop, a pathetic, involuntary pulse of arousal from her betrayed core. Her cunt, ignored and exposed, began to leak. Her wetness dripped down onto the steel table beneath her, a shameful counterpoint to the icy drops from above.
Her clit was no longer just sensitive, it became a throbbing, engorged epicenter of her universe. Soon it wasnโt just the drop of water that was torturous. The time in between became a haunting suffering filled with craving. Because when the water fell, it meant she got to feel something.
Another drop. Her overwhelmed (but understimulated) cunt clenched hard around nothing, a violent, empty spasm that brought her to the very edge of something before the sensation vanished, leaving her trembling and hollow.
Her body shook with a fine, constant vibration, the tremor of a system pushed far beyond its limits. Her mind was fracturing. There were no more thoughts of escape, of resistance, of time, of anything. There was only the swollen, burning nerve of her clit, the slick drip between her thighs, water combined with her own wetness, the sheer longing for the nextโฆ inevitableโฆ drop.
Her pupils were dilated wide, black pools swallowing the irises, fixed on nothing. Her clit, twitching, swollen, and painfully prominent, throbbed under every bead of icy water.
There was no pleasure, only the raw, mechanical fact of the response. With each drip, her core shuddered. They werenโt the powerful, rhythmic contractions of orgasm, but weak, twitching spasms, each one a desperate cry for help with no one to listen to.
If sheโd had enough coherence to look at the reservoir of water above her, she would have seen that it was still more than half full and there was no one coming to save her.
Note: Now imagine it's dripping an aphrodisiac instead of just water...
