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was at my tgirls friends house the past 2 days. got raped #enjoyed
when i was getting spitroasted yesterday our friend said to my wife "wow we're really just using her as a toy huh" and then they started making out over my limp body and it was soooonfdhsjnebdnnbrhsjdjdbd 😵💫😵💫😵💫 I LOVE BEING USED BY GIRLS WITH COCKS
i loove how my wife wakes me up every morning with her cock 💗💗💗💗 i love going to work with girlcum dripping out of my pussy its honestly one of my morning meds lawl
Premise: Speech Control
Just a little list of ideas that I came up with on the topic of speech control. Some of these are about in person speaking, some are about texting, some are applicable to both. Some of these I’d like to try, some of these I have tried, some of these I would probably not want to do, some I’m indifferent to.
Word Restrictions
No swearing.
No puns.
Only being allowed to use words once per day.
Only being allowed to use words from a list of pre-approved words chosen by my partner.
Not being allowed to use words from a list of off limits words chosen by my partner, but otherwise able to speak freely.
Not being allowed to use words containing a certain letter of the alphabet, but otherwise able to speak freely.
Only being allowed to use short and simple words, limited by number of letters or number of syllables, or simply at my partner’s discretion. (Imagine typing out an entire text and being met with “hmm, I think that word might be too big for you,” and having to agree and reword what you’ve said.)
Having to refer to myself in the third person.
Having to refer to my partner by a title, honorific, or nickname they have chosen.
Having to use a lowercase “i” to refer to myself.
Having to use capitalized pronouns to refer to my partner.
Limited Speech
Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per day.
Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per text message. No double messaging, of course.
Having to keep track of how many words my partner uses, and always using less throughout the day.
Having to start each sentence with “Please” and/or end it with “Thank you,” even if it doesn’t technically make sense.
Having to rhyme. Or else fulfil the requirements of some kind of specific poetry such as a haiku.
Having to ask permission to ask for things. “Please may I ask to use the bathroom?”
Only being allowed to say “Please” and “Thank you.”
Not being allowed to ask for anything.
Only allowed to speak to my partner in public.
Not being allowed to speak on specific topics, particularly when they’re super relevant. For example, we go to the zoo and I’m not allowed to talk about animals.
Only being allowed to say the opposite of what I mean/want.
Restricted Speech
Having to ask permission to speak at all, either through a non-verbal signal, or else the only thing I’m allowed to say without permission is “Please may I speak?”
Only allowed to speak when spoken to.
Having to be in a specific position - the more submissive or uncomfortable, the better - to speak. Additionally, having to wait in that position until I am acknowledged and allowed to speak.
Having to go a set length of time without speaking each day. The timer starts over each time I speak. (Imagine it’s an hour and at 55 minutes you get asked a question you can’t ignore. Each attempt like that would mean you talk less throughout the day.)
When possible, set entire days, or even a weekend as “quiet time.”
Surprise quiet time. That is, a spoken or text command, “It’s quiet time,” and I am expected to be silent until I am released. (A potential training opportunity: this could happen many times throughout the day, each session lasting only a few minutes before the next.)
Starting every day without the ability to speak until I have completed my morning routine. Finishing each day by not being allowed to speak once my nighttime routine is done.
Having a set day of the week during which I am expected to remain silent.
Having a cost to speak. A mild-moderate punishment for each time I wish to speak, such as having to put nipple clamps on first or having to write lines for each time I spoke afterwards.
Having to trade my ability to speak for rewards, such as not being allowed to orgasm unless I agree to a two days of no speaking.
Trading chunks of silent time for edges. Each edge is half an hour of silence. Maybe I know before I start edging, maybe I don’t.
Having to be silent until I have completed a task, such as linewriting, or an edging session, or even something mundane like having to stay silent on a long drive, even while playing a board game.
Having recurring tasks during which I am not allowed to speak, such as never being allowed to speak during meals or while watching movies.
Only being allowed to speak while wearing my collar.
Not being allowed to speak while wearing my collar.
Only being allowed to speak while naked.
No words, only sounds. Easy enough when you’re gagged, but having to make the deliberate effort to only make sounds is nice.
Wearing a bark collar. Each time I speak, I get shocked, until I learn not to speak while wearing it. It then becomes a very effective gag.
Forced to Speak
Being asked a series of questions and having to provide at least X words to answer, on topic. (It wouldn’t even have to be a high number. Imagine having to use 50 words to answer a yes or no question. Even 20 might be a challenge. But being asked to say/text 300 words on why I shouldn’t have an orgasm? Just a thought.)
Agreeing to X number of questions (number could be in trade for edges, or in trade for lessening a punishment) and having to answer them fully, even if it’s embarrassing. (Obviously within limits. Questions I refuse to answer don’t count towards the number.)
Having a mantra to repeat every time my partner says a certain word, whether that word is part of the mantra or not. (Having someone trigger a mantra like this is great fun, especially mid-conversation, or while I’m trying to ask for something, or while I’m trying to explain something.)
Having to repeat after my partner, perhaps modifying pronouns. (“You will obey” being modified to “I will obey.”)
Being tasked with writing up a fantasy, and then being made to read it aloud.
Being Physically Gagged
Being expected to be gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking at all times. (Ballgag might be too harsh for “at all times,” but tape is effective, too.)
Being gagged at random. Not just during scenes, but during mundane activities, such as watching a movie together or doing housework. (I like the idea of being interrupted while in the middle of something, maybe even in the middle of a conversation, and my partner simply holds out a gag. Or sitting at my desk working when my partner comes up behind me and slips my gag between my lips. Being told to kneel and open my mouth, excited to get to suck cock, and instead gagged. Comes with a bonus of being trained to readily take my gag.)
Being told I can only speak while being gagged, despite knowing it will be unintelligible.
Planning a voice call with my partner, but right before we begin I am instructed to put a gag on so that at no point during the call can I actually speak.
Games
Playing the quiet game, either with my partner or with another submissive. I am rewarded if I win, and punished if I lose.
Playing a kinky version of Taboo/Password: My partner picks a word and a length of time. I do not get to know the word, but do get to know we’re playing and for how long. My partner counts every time I use the word, and when time is up, I get punished for each use. Tons of games to be played on both sides, with my partner trying to get me to say the word, and me trying to figure out what it is. Perhaps if the time period is long enough, I get a clue to the word each day. I would probably end up speaking as little as possible to avoid it.
Honey, why aren't you wearing your wet spot?
You knew the rules when you moved in: you will not have dry pants in this house.
If you're not wearing a diaper, I must ALWAYS see a cute, damp little pee stain at your crotch. I don't care if you're wearing shorts, slacks, or a sundress...you're never fully dressed without your wet spot.
It's your constant, warm, wet little reminder that you're still my hopeless bedwetter, even when you're not padded. It makes me smile every time I see you. It makes you seem so small.
Go on, sweetheart. Put on your wet spot. Let out a little dribble into your panties. Let it soak through your jeans enough so I can see. Awwwwww, there you go, my little fountain! Doesn't it feel so warm and lovely? If it dries or gets cold, just dribble a little more. Keep that pee stain nice and fresh for me.
No more pouting. No more excuses. If you're not wearing a diaper...
Put on your wet spot.
Asking Puppy a question during sex but purposefully going faster so they can’t finish their words and just whine and stutter. But it’s okay, you don’t have to talk puppy, just sit there and be all dumb and pretty while I rearrange your guts
i want to be someone's porn puppy... film me while you're fucking me, make me post pictures of myself. watch as everyone objectifies me and get off to knowing that i'll only ever entertain your advances... film yourself touching me while i sleep and make people pay money to see it, and use that money to buy me pancakes and treats after for being such a good boy !!
this one: *realises it is experiencing bad thoughts so it goes to Mama immediately to talk about them and feels better afterwards*
Mama: you've really come a long way, huh? and without the help of lsd!
this one: well, yeah, it has You.
Mama: yeah, but still. you've gotten so far, can you imagine how much better you'll get once the neuroplasticity of your brain is mush?
this one: ...
Sitting here thinking about having a little puppy boy at my feet waiting to be used, waiting to be touched. I want to run my fingers through his hair while he grinds on my boot. Feel him grip my leg from pleasure. Such a good boy, isn’t he?
My owner forcing me on a playdate with a different puppy because he knows i struggle with socializing. Luckily the other puppy is super social, and since the other puppy's owner explained that i just need some help, but I'm friendly otherwise. So puppy comes up to me, and tries to play. I reluctantly join a little while later i'm comfortable enough to follow the puppy into a different part of the house. Where the puppy pins me down, and starts dry humping on me. Both the owners eventually find puppy desperately trying to take off our pants and me whining. Both of our puppy parts are needy now. After they laugh a bit at their dumb dogs. They watch as the puppy successfully starts to rut me
I love forced agere where the little acts out only to be met with an ever patient, gentle and immovable force.
Like you've been kidnapped, and you have tried everything to escape but it soon becomes clear that this is impossible. So you just become angry instead, fighting your captor at every turn. You scream. You kick and hit. You try to break things. You throw your food.
And every single time, your captor just picks you up and places you in the same damn corner, neutral face, neutral voice, and says "five minutes."
Of course, you don't stay in one place. You run only to be picked up and placed back in the corner, the timer restarting, "five minutes." And again and again and again. Until you've exhausted yourself. Meanwhile, your captor has not shown an inkling of anger or impatience. They could do this all day.
You're a wreck, sitting slumped in the corner, face red and blotchy, hardly keeping your eyes open, and they haven't even done anything to you.
You almost want them to finally lose their patience, to shout at you, to hurt you, so that you can be proved correct. So that you can tell yourself they really are cruel and terrible and you were right to fight them all along. It does not make sense to you that someone would keep you hostage to take care of you. This gentleness is foreign to you. It has to be fake.
Finally, you've stayed in the corner for the full five minutes. They walk over to you, and kneel down.
"Do you know why I had to put you in the corner?" They ask.
You do not respond, but they don't mind.
"I had to put you in the corner because you kicked me. We must use gentle hands in this house. Do you understand?"
You nod faintly.
"I would like you to say sorry now."
"S'rry." You mumble, but it's enough.
"Good girl! Thank you, sweetheart. Let's go and have our lunch now, hm?"
A caregiver who understands you're only little and you will need time to adjust, of course. You're only misbehaving because you are lost and confused. You've been lacking structure and guidance for so long. They can see the little one underneath all the bravado, the one begging to be loved.
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This form of punishment just makes more sense to me. Because eventually, you would learn that you can never win. That caregiver will never lose their patience or give up on you, no matter how badly you behave. Acting out is just pointless.
big dumb doggirl who doesn't realize her size. when you come home from work, she's so excited to see you that she doesn't even realize that she's crushing you. or maybe she's feeling playful, so she starts pulling at your clothes, but it escalates before she can stop herself. before you know it, she's mounting you and stretching you far more than you were ready for. you try to tell her to get down, that she has to heel, but she's panting so loud and her tail is wagging so hard that she doesn't even hear you. all you get in return are pathetic whines of "mommy mommy mommy" and drool on the back of your neck.
casual tit groping and breastfeeding, between friends. cmon its normal. its normalllll
puppy girl omorashi. her owner is too busy to take her out to go potty so shes desperately holding it in and then she makes a mess on the kitchen floor
she gets really embarrassed and she tries to hide the puddle by pushing a hoodie into it
Taking out a girl's pacifier to kiss her with tongue and then putting it back in afterwards.
I want to whimper “it...it hurts” as he thrusts into me. Then I want him to lean in and whisper into my ear, “good” and starts to thrust faster and faster so all I can do is cry and whimper more
You know, I've always wanted to be a mother so I could give a lonely, anxious, neglected girl a better life than the one I was given, but realised that the level of open kinkiness in a relationship that I want would really get in the way of my priorities as a mother.
It never occurred to me that I could just be my girlfriend's mother, so I could have my cake and eat it too <3