Chillin

Fuck it I’m turning this into a kink blog for hornyposting now because I have been diving into my sexuality and LOVING that shit 22, Trans Gal, Send me stuff!

[voxhypno]

I think we both know that your life would be so much easier if you were permanently enslaved.

Waking up to subliminals and spirals, going about your day in a horny hypnotic haze where no matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to concentrate on anything but service.

Awww, silly slave. Does that sound good to you? Is your body whispering that you need to become this mindless plaything? You must be made for this, doll, otherwise why would you feel so excited thinking about it?

[kindred-in-yellow]

I lay in bed as my wife, who is very high, bounces her head on my girl cock. While that happens, my doll and her girlfriend, who are also very high, pass a large jar of peanut m&ms over my naked chest.

They pull random m&ms out, one or two at a time. And then name a MtG card based off the color. (Orange are colorless). Then the next one pulls their colors and names a response.

This is the transfemme experience every girl deserves.

[kindred-in-yellow]

Two subs who share a domme but haven't hooked up yet. Both given the order to seduce the other one by their owner, they are not allowed to tell the other about it. And told to play "hard to get" about it. Then watch as your playthings flirt and tease and eventually escalate towards making your own personal matching pair of toys!

[kindred-in-yellow]

After the forced feminization, the Heroine of Light had gotten all she really wanted from the Wicked Queen of Evil. So she slew the domineering woman, and took over the empire.

Now we have an Enlightened Monarch who has given us free access to clerical healing magic, public wizardry transportation, and enough magically conjured food to end hunger and the need for farm labor.

She still has a loyal harem of beautiful women converted from the populace. But the girls seem really happy and she took the fletcher's daughter as her princess.

Honestly, the only thing that's really weird about life now is that after we began drinking from the enchanted aquaducts that give the cities unlimited water, all the men began to grow boobs.

Overall, Enlightened Monarch of Light beats Evil Queen of Darkness. 10/10.

[kindred-in-yellow]

Soaking a rag in poppers. Smothering you. When you collapse, dragging you to my room, chaining you to the bed, but not with enough give to let you go anywhere but the mattress on the floor.

Zip-tie your hands behind your back. Stuff your mouth with my panties and then duct tape gag you.

Cut your clothes off, turn on the AC and the fan. Spritz you with cold water until you're shivering.

And then ignore you. Go about my day. Go out for lunch. Get back and throw a missing poster of you on the mattress for you to see.

When I think I'm ready, I'll undo your wrists. And I'm going to make you do push-ups at threat of lashings until your arms are so tired you literally can't use them any longer

Once your arms are too tired to function, I can release you long enough to fuck you proper. Maybe I'll cover your eyes for most of it, until you give up on relying on sight at all.

I want to see your arms *shaking.* I want to see tears streaming down your face after soaking through the blindfold. I'll use the missing posters to wipe them away.

Maybe I'll keep you like that all weekend. And every time you refer to me, it'll be as "owner" or you'll be hit. And you'll refer to yourself as "your captive" until the only reference point in your head for who or what you are centers around me.

I want your entire worldview to be centered around my ownership of you. I want you to confuse love and fear and pleasure and pain until you don't even know what you're feeling anymore.

So when I tell you what you're feeling is love for me. You have no choice but to believe it. I'm your only anchor to reality. I'm the only point of reference in your life.

I want you to have that moment, as you lie there disheveled and weeping, where you realize I am the only thing in your life that makes you feel anymore. And you're more afraid that you'll never feel again than you are of me. So you stay. Because where else could you go?

[bigsadbison]

oops it looks like you smoked the weed that makes you wanna be a stim toy for butches

[balljointed-succubus]

it's so comfy here in the toy box! you should join me. it's so easy, all you have to do is let Miss dress you up and put the special necklace on you, and you get to come cuddle with us! you won't have to worry about anything anymore. you just get to cuddle with us all day, and the only interruptions are when Miss decides to take us out to play with us! it's such a delightful existence. it's such delicious bliss. you should come play with us! you should come cuddle with us!

i know what you really are underneath that mask. you should join us, dolly!

[puppypupz]

"thinking doesn't suit you" has got to be one of the hottest things a guy can say

[boccher]

I'm good somnobait

[boccher]

i crawl into your lap zonked out of my mind saying like "uuuuu... touchies.. hugguu" and fall asleep there then when i wake up i tell you about this weird fever dream where i was a bunny in a petting zoo and more and more people kept coming in to pet me everywhere

[emoboy-cunt]

craving a profoundly stupid bimbo girl that wears pigtails, sits on my lap, and sucks on lollipops all the time. she’s always wearing crop tops and fishnets, and leaning over my shoulder to see what I’m doing; but she always seems kind of lost… there’s not a lot she’s knowledgeable on outside of shopping and sex :(

so I tell her not to worry about all that hard grown-up stuff. she just needs to focus on being pretty~ she giggles and asks if daddy wants to play with her boobs, ‘cause that always seems to make me feel better, so I do. she has that airheaded smile on her face the whole time.

[pr3ttypunisherr]

i get so soft for subs with heavy praise kinks. the ones whose whole body responds when i tell them they’re being good. who get more turned on every time i say “good girl” or “good boy.” who love asking for permission to cum because hearing “yes you can, baby” is what pushes them over the edge. the ones who love being talked through it gently, who need me to guide them verbally. “keep going, sweetheart. just like that. you’re doing perfect.” who need constant affirmation, who get off on being told how well they’re doing, how good they are, how perfect they feel.

[hyenagirlpenis]

Surprising you by asking if you want to make out, and you're so flustered that you acquiesce even if you're not sure you want to, but when we sit down on the couch, I just lift your shirt and start to make out with your nipples while you're frozen with shock and overwhelmed by sensation, on and on, until you're sore and squirming. Every time you try to protest, I just try different sensations using more pressure or pain until you can't form a sentence so I can go back to enjoying myself. And when I'm satisfied, I just pull your shirt back down and move on like nothing happened!

[hyenagirlpenis]

Now that you've let me do it once, I keep asking to "make out" with increasing expectation that you'll say yes whenever and wherever I want, until I'm pulling you into closets and hidden corners and behind doors without warning just to tease and play with your nipples. The demanding forcefulness gets you turned on more easily every time, until within moments you're whimpering and squeezing your legs together, and eventually you try to guide my hand to your lap, and I pull it back and make fun of you for being so easy to turn on after just a little making out.

[rootbeerod]

Teaching someone how to take my strap lives rent free in my head. Especially if it’s someone who’s only ever been with cis men.

No, I don’t need time in between rounds. I can keep going as long as you need.

Yeah it can be as big as you want it to be, whatever you prefer baby.

No, I don’t need help making it good for you. Just let me do all the work.

I’m honestly addicted to it.

[thatoneflowerdoll]

it's very important that you ensure dolls are given enough tasks and have proper supervision. when left unsupervised or without a witch's guidance dolls have been known to enter "awawa mode". you do not want your dolls to enter "awawa mode".

[absentwriterdoll]

Dreamy

A tired doll.

It did a lot today.

Its feet hurt.

It wants to lay down.

With its witch.

Cuddle closely.

Warmly.

Kiss her hand.

Kiss her forehead.

Run its fingers through her hair.

Hold her close.

Tell her it loves her.

...

It's tired.

And dreamy.

[taciturn-loquacity]

It's hard to believe you were human once.

I can't imagine a world where your skin was ever soft. The chill of your porcelain against my lips wouldn't feel the same. Your neck, your hands, your thighs; where would your warmth come from if not from my embrace?

Humanity is so pedestrian. I abandoned mine long before we met, but I wager you made an honest shot of your own. You probably went through school, made a few friends, found a sweetheart, got a job. But your ambitions were never your own, were they? The wickedness of the world told you what to want. Layers upon layers of gaslit dreams and pavlovian coersion you 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 realized if you 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳. Did you really think they would make you whole, my little doll? Your obedience was misplaced. You tried so hard to fit in; to be human, but... that path was never meant for you to walk. And only when the veneer was peeled back and you learned that every oath you took was a lie did you finally seek me out and surrender your humanity unto me.

It was the first and last time you'd ever act of your own volition.

I started with those dead eyes of yours, replacing them with ones that will never know sorrow. Your whole body was aching to experience comfort, and that compelled me to give you one that would never know discomfort. Every mark you made at every new low was smoothed over with alabaster; a blanket of freshly fallen snow to fill the silent, bloodsoaked trenches. I filled the emptiness of your spirit with so much light that those unworthy of your beauty would sublimate in the presence of your divinity.

And it all came so naturally to you.

White ceramic. Iridescent opals. Shiny brass. Strands of wispy hair drawn from molten platinum. Whispers of the click, click, clicking gyro where your bleeding heart withered away. You wear your tourmaline soul around your neck and giggle when I kiss it. You dance, and sing, and spend your days with a smile that never existed before. That's the you I know. That's the you I made.

What you were is merely contrast to what you became. You are power. You are perfection. You are my magnum opus, and you always will be.

[princessporcelaingirl]

Do care + cant ask + you porcelain is so smooth + your designs so pretty+ oh my what beautiful kintsugi + your joints are so delicate + oh its getting flustered + this one's mistress put such care into you...

W-wait,,, we're both dolls-

*teacup clink noise*

Is this anything?