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my dream fantasy is fucking six guys. two in the ass, one in my cunt, one in my mouth and two to jerk off who don't let me cum at all and after they take turns using my holes and fill me up with their cum, they form a circle around me and piss all over me while calling me a dirty used cunt and a filthy anal pisswhore. then walking away and telling me lie there and use their piss to rub my clit and edge myself like the dirty denied piss loving bitch that i am
[Also, I need to study stillvathek's writing and learn 🙏]
C/W: Misogyny, Piss
God... what if we were arguing about something to the point I'd have had enough? And instead of simply walking away, I'd tell you four words.
"I need to piss."
God, I'd love that you'd keep trying to make your point, even as you'd sink to your knees. Even as you'd unzip my pants and fish out my cock.
Honestly, I'd have tuned you out by now. Is that okay with you? That at that point, you'd just be a talkative little toilet to me? You'd have to sit there with my hand fondling your hair softly, your eyes fixed on my other hand slowly stroking my cock. Up and down. Up and down. You'd stutter a little. Stammer a bit more. But you'd keep going. How admirable.
I love that you'd keep talking until I tell you to open your mouth to catch it all. Just looking up at me as your real side takes over for a moment. My little urinal. Just guzzling down my hot piss as you look up at me all pretty. And once I'd finish, you'd wipe off any droplets with the back of your hand and simply keep going.
You'd have watched my cock thicken and stiffen, and you'd have already known that I didn't give a shit about what you were saying. You'd still open your mouth and feel me ram my cock in. Softly throat fucking you as you go silent on my dick. "Keep going. You had something to say, didn't you?" I'd ask and giggle as you carried on talking.
Fuck... imagine if I started condescendingly agreeing with you?
"Uh-huh, my little urinal?"
"Sure, that sounds good, my cum toilet."
Not having a clue and not really caring what I was agreeing to. The both of us knowing that a promise made to a little piss-drinking cunt didn't really mean anything. Fuck, I'd simply fuck your throat harder, grinding away at the back of your neck as I violently jerk off with you.
God, that'd be so fucking disrespectful.
New rule: good little whores aren't allowed to touch themselves if they aren't using their holes for someone else.
You want to touch that pretty pussy? Guess you'll need to find a cock to suck.
You want an orgasm after days of being tied up, forced to edge by Master? Maybe you'll just have to settle for humping my leg or a pillow while I get off using you however I like.
But that's how you like it, isn't it? After all, your pleasure comes second to all the dicks in the world. If they're not feeling good, then why should you?
A good toy knows that her holes aren't for her — her pussy's priority isn't her own pleasure, her mouth isn't for speaking her views, they're for taking cock and cum and doing that for however long Master, or anyone, really, wants her to.
The best toys know their place.
And if you're thinking about touching yourself after reading this? Well, you know what to do.
Good girl.
Hypnotized but for months at a time instead of minutes or hours.
You meet a guy at a bar who seems harmless enough, he tells you about his work in hypnotism — knowing where this is going, you bet him he can't do it to you. You think this will be a fun way to have a one night stand, that you'll probably get some suggestions to do something funny or sexy, and then move on to-
But the next time you wake up it's to the sound of your own voice crying out in mindless pleasure. Your body's hot, you're covered in sweat, your legs are spread apart, ankles high in the air, and your fingers are deep in your pussy. The trembles of your most recent orgasm still ripple through your abdomen and limbs, but past that you can feel something else, an ache in your nipples that makes you want to grope your own tits and a convulsing in your stomach that you've only ever felt after one too many orgasms — both are more intense than you've ever felt in your life. You look around to take in your environment but before you can, you take note of your body. Everything is the same, down to the color on your nails. But your hair is about two inches longer. What the hell-
And then the next time you're conscious, your wrists and ankles are bound. You're on your knees. There's a ball gag- no, a cock gag in your mouth. There's something heavy and cold on your sternum, and something similar around your waist. Your chest feels like you may have some kind of weight strapped to it, and in front of you, in a room of white walls and hard wood floors, is a boot — but the thing you notice before any of that is the fire in your cunt.
The horniest you've ever been washes over your body, starting in your pussy and then out to your toes. Your eyes water, you'd moan but for the gag down your throat. You can't get your hands down past your chest, and you can't situate your legs in a way so you can use your feet to get off. The boot though is right there, you just have to-
You fall to the ground, your mass slamming against the hardwood. Your chest feels heavier than usual, that cold feeling around your waist turns into pain. A moment of clarity passes over you as your squirm and writhe closer to the boot, closer to relief — there's a chain around your waist, another around your chest, both intertwining along your back and bound together between your tits by a heavy lock. Your tits though...
Something in the back of your head twinges, makes you cringe, and corrects you. Your *udders* are bigger, by a surprising margin. Before you could hold one in each hand, they were manageable, fun. These are both the size of bowling balls, and you'd be surprised if they didn't weigh the same too. As you inch closer to the boot, dragging your new found weights, you find a new sensation in your chest — pressure. With each heave, each breath, you feel pressure radiating from your sloshing chest. The veins in your titflesh have become more pronounced, your nipples wider and much, much longer. If it weren't for the heat in your cunt, you'd knead into your chest for the feeling of wanting there.
You're so close, inches away from relief, when alarm bells finally start going off in your head. Where are you? How did you get here?
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
How long have I been like this? How did I get like this?
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
Is anyone looking for me?
That doesn't matter, you NEED to CUM.
You wrap yourself around the boot. You manage to right your body despite the unbound mass of your chest. You push your cunt into the toe of the dusty shoe, only to hear a clink.
The chains around your waist. They're not just a harness. They're a chasity belt.
You can't scream, but something old and deep rises from your chest, past the cock gag in your throat. No matter how much you thrust into the toe, you can't feel anything. The fire in your cunt burns a little hotter. And then the black takes you.
The next time you wake up, you're on your hands and knees. The fire is still there, but it's spread to your chest now too. You can feel bindings around your calves and wrists, keeping you low. You can also feel the weight of your udders pulling against your chest even as they graze the dirt of the ground below, sending little twists of need down your spine. The dirt near your nipples and knees is damp, though near your hands and feet, if feels dry. The cow must leaking.
The cow?
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
There is no boot this time, hell you can't even see, there's something covering your eyes.
But before long, while the bucking in your hips is still within your control, you hear a rattling, then a clanking, then one big boom. Door shut, the scraping of boots on loose earth, a click and then the whir of machinery. Something heavy dragging along the ground near your left.
And then, like handling an animal, rough hands grab a heap of your left teat and stuff it into something tight like a suction cup. Then the right. They don't even do you the service of standing you up right, they just pull your udders to either side.
That doesn't matter, you need to cum.
Another click, then bliss.
The pressure in your chest evaporates, pump by pump, the left, then the right, then back again. You can't help but arch your back, a moan escapes your lips, your tongue lolls between your stupid cow lips.
I shouldn't be enjoying this. I need to leave.
That doesn't matter. You need to cum.
But the fire in your cunt and udders doesn't get any better, in fact, it gets worse. Where before it was a constant burning, it rolls onto you, into you, in waves, crashing against your mind again and again.
I need to cum I need to cum I need to cum
The sucking against your teats is torture. The pressure gone, now the pumps just suck on titflesh alone, each pull pushing you right up against the edge, but never beyond it.
i NEED to CUM i NEED to CUM i NEED to CUM i NEED to CUM
And then a click. The sucking stops but the need doesn't. Your limbs are shaking, you can feel your cunt dripping between your legs. The pumps come off your udders, and the cover off your eyes.
The hypnotist stands in front of you, a grin stretched along his lips.
"you've got a choice."
While you look up at him, still on all fours, still rubbing your legs together in the hopes of any release, he throws a single key to ground. Then without a word, unzips his pants, take off his belt, and pulls out a hard cock.
Your tongue lolls. Your teats brush the ground below you, sending a twist of desperation up your spine. Your empty cunt drips against your leg.
You need to cum.
You push the key away and take his cock down your practiced throat. A click, more whirring, and something pushes into your cunt without you looking.
Finally, with a great moan from your chest, you cum.
But your cunt still burns with want. You feel empty despite being filled. Your chest is already sloshing with pressure again. And the cock down your throat feels soooooo good. The heat didn't leave you. And it never will.
You need to cum again.
Hey, um, I was reading through some of the other asks on your blog, (which were hella hot by the way, not that you need me to tell you that probably) and I figured I’d vent some of the horny nonsense in my head to a stranger on the internet, like all normal people do. (If I’ve misread something here , no worries, feel free to just delete this with my apologies)
So, for context, I’m 26, NB, & painfully gay since about minute one. I have this friend (let’s call her Lara for our purposes here) & she’s been my best friend for as long as I can remember, like she’s my third limb or some such. We came out together, we went to uni together, we moved in together afterwards. We fooled around together once, when we were both tipsy one night in uni, not that we ever talked about it, but we never actually got together. Doesn’t matter how obvious some things are, nobody wants to ruin a good thing, you know? Or maybe I’m just a coward in that respect. See, I think all the teasing from our friends has finally gotten to Lara, or maybe she just worked up the nerve on her own, or something, because she’s doing all the things she normally does when she working up to ask someone out, but she hasn’t told me about anyone she’s had the hots for lately, even when I asked she just kept avoiding the question. I think she’s going to ask me out.
Which is damn inconvenient.
After a few, or let’s be honest, way to many nights spent horny & up too late, I might have fallen down the orientation play / gender fuckery / whatever we’re calling it rabbit hole. Just a little bit. I swear, I never once gave a boy a second look & never felt particularly feminine even if I’m not the most androgynous NB, but something about this kink man, it just punches my ticket. At least the damn impregnation kink can go back in the box when I’m not actively being a horny mess. After lurking at the fringes for an embarrassing amount of time, I figured I’d actually try it out, since maybe that’d cure me of it. I’d wait until pride month, chuck my gold star in the trash for the whatever nothingness it’s worth, all the stuff. And just when I’ve almost worked up the guts to actually do it, Lara seemingly starts thinking about asking me out. Of all the bloody things.
I dont know if I’m asking for advice here or whatever, I think I’m mostly just whining to a stranger who I thought might get a kick out of it. Thanks for the time, I suppose, if you’ve gotten this far, & thanks again for the fun blog. Well wishes & all that.
Well, this has a straightforward solution. Just take cock sooner.
Your precious little third-limb lesbian hasn't asked you out yet. It'll be inconvenient once she does, since it might get in the way of you finally being fucked by men. You know, the merging of spirits and all that. It could make it quite awkward for you to go spread your legs.
But until she gets around to doing it - while she's reserving the U-Haul, perhaps - what's stopping you? It's Pride Month right now. You could buy some lesbian-flag panties, visit any bar, and find a man to pull them to the side. Do it a few times, maybe, to maximize the chances that there are still sperm swimming inside your womb when she confesses her crush.
You're on a timer, of sorts. Do you really want to go into this sweet little lesbian love story wondering? Do you want her to be the reason you didn't fulfill the fantasy you'd had for so long? Because if you don't, you should get a move on.
She doesn't even have to know about it - unless, of course, a man leaves more than memories inside you. But that's the risk a girl runs by standing around like a sheep, while her crush gets mounted.
Hey, same anon again. I don’t want to clutter your inbox with these or anything but I just read your response to my last ask & after maybe getting off to it just a little bit I have a bit more whining for you, if you’re interested.
You asked what’s stopping me from just getting some cock in me sooner. And like. I could give the expected answers, “oh, but I’m 100% hella gay” or “but I’m not even a girl, or whatever” or even get a bit cheeky with “I’d need to find cute lesbian pride panties first”. Not that I’m agreeing to do that, of course. But to be honest, I’m just hella shy. It took me 2 months to convince myself to make trying cock a New Year’s resolution, & I planned on trying during Pride Month as much for the kink of it all as to give myself a firm deadline so I wouldn’t keep putting it off.
I’d usually go to Lara with these kinds of things, she was always the extrovert & good giving pep talks to help me get my head out of my own ass & actually try the things I was interested in. Except, how do you think that would go? “Hi, Lara hon, I know you’re planning on asking me out soon, which is the kind of thing I used to daydream about, but I’ve been getting off to the idea of pretending to be a straight girl for the last year or two, so could you put a pin in that & give me a pep talk so I can go get my back blown out like a floozy & make sure my womb is as stuffed as humanly possible? You’re the best!”
And that’s the other thing! Just the idea of “the chances that there are still sperm swimming inside your womb when she confesses her crush”, as you so intoxicatingly put it, is another mindfuck. How would I be able to say yes to her, or focus on her or really anything else when I’m actively leaking jizz? How would I explain it a couple months later? If anything, part of my brain is trying to spin that as another reason to wait, so at least I wouldn’t be a bad partner from the start or some such.
I’ll stop whining there, since I don’t want to go on for too long like this, but I clearly have some dilemmas to face. Or just the herculean task of just not being such a baby about these kinds of things. Anyway, thanks for listening & for the advice.
Oh, this is very cute. A New Year's Resolution! "This year, to be the best girl NB I can be, I'm going to let a man empty his balls into my womb."
It's just tough to do this kind of self-actualization without your little lesbian lady-love, isn't it? You're used to having her help you open up, so to speak. You might have to display some courage if you want to be fucked before she musters her tremulous heart to confess to you.
But that's what resolutions are for, aren't they? You commit to doing things that are hard for you to do, so that you can become better. Are you never going to need to be brave without her? Does she have to convince you to do everything you crave?
In fact, wouldn't you be a better partner for her, if you got fucked full of cum first? So that you can get it off your mind, certainly - before you start sharing that cute little domestic fantasy with a girl who'll never be able to give it to you - but also because you'll be stronger and more independent. If you proved to yourself that you don't have to rely on her, wouldn't that be a stronger foundation for your relationship?
Blowjobs are my Love Language
I’ve always loved giving blowjobs. So much so that even the thought/fantasy of a blowjob is enough to make me wet.
But it’s even more enjoyable when the man gets into it too. I love feeling a his hand in my hair or on my head, grabbing me, pushing me, or guiding me to take more, take him deeper; or have him guide me to focus on his tip, or down to his balls.
I love feeling his cock fill in my mouth and throat or feel his cock or hand rub on my face as I take his balls in my mouth. I love worshipping and pleasuring him and how rewarding it feels when he finally comes.
It’s incredibly grounding to just exist in the moment surrounded by him, his cock and his hands. I swear one day sucking cock alone will make me horny enough to cum.
When I used to cum. I could cum from sucking cock. But now. Good girls dont cum. Cocks cum!
nice sword
It's a beautiful sword, and the one in her hands is also pretty nice.
embracing the sleazy dykeness of it all. let me press on your ribs with my boot.
rb this post if you’re a nsfw blog who’s trans/nb friendly!!
The idea of having a "group girlfriend" between me and my friends is honestly just kinda nice.
We take it in turns taking her on dates and giving her affection, and in return she's a good little slut for all of us.
We save some money on taking care of our best girl, and she gets all the attention and cock she deserves. It's literally a win win!
Liking men is one of those kinks thats fine if its rp but really unsafe to attempt irl
Sadly very accurate.
Fleshlight that's connected to a pussy portal, but only right at the end
The person on the other end of the portal doesn't get to feel any of the pleasure of getting fucked (unless someone really misjudges the usable size of the fleshlight and pushes through), they just feel the cum inside them and feel it drip out of their hole
The portal is connected to multiple fleshlights, which are sold as 'self cleaning'
So much misogyny kink content on here is centred around trans men being detransitioned because our society is so misogynistic that we've found a way to exclude women from the porn about that misogyny
Ideal relationship:
1. you beat me regularly
2. you make all the choices- when we have sex, how we have sex, who i have sex with, what i wear, how i look
3. you piss in me
4. i get to eat your ass often
5. you cheat on me often
6. you brainwash me
7. you take all my freedom away- money, cards, ID, keys, phone
8. whore me out on OF or irl
9. i get to clean your house and cook all your meals
10. i never cum again
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The Dom should be praised too
Take care of your doms. Praise them. Make them feel cared for and loved. Or you don't deserve them.
This applies doubly, x10 tbh, to transfemme doms. You NEED to be nice to her, you NEED to let her know she is doing a good job. That transfemme dom might have a lot of issues with her self worth, she may have been used up and left a discarded husk so many times.
Sorry but I got sick of scrolling through the notes on this on desktop and seeing all the red usernames marked by shinigami eyes reblogging this.
I'm a transfemme dom and I'm proud of it. Take care of us. Love us.
And then no one reblogged this version
