Flying vs. Falling

21 | Bi | Switch | they/them

[flyingfloatingfalling]

Flying/floating/falling and the subdivisions therein

(omo sideblog at @desperationcrystallizes)

[borrowed-blade]

Thinking about my Prince finding out the true nature of my feelings for him, either figuring it out himself or hearing talk at court, and summoning me to confront me about it. Thinking about being terrified when he tells me that he knows, he knows how deep my attraction to him runs, but that I needn't worry, he doesn't mind it. In fact, he's rather intrigued by the whole thing.

Thinking about him getting me out of my kit and down to my underclothes - not with any help from him, of course, I don't think I would survive the experience of him laying his hands on me, even if it's just on my armour. Instead, he tells me to remove it, watches from his perch on the edge of his bed as I fumble with the hard-to-reach straps, the ones a squire or a fellow knight would usually take care of, but he never offers to help, and I would never ask.

Thinking about my Prince telling me to kneel once I'm done, once there's only linen between his gaze and my skin, and I do without question. I've knelt for him before, in the ceremony hall at my swearing in, but that was different. Then, I was fully kitted, the barrier of metal between my knees and the flagstones, the eyes of the entire court on us, and a different kind of anticipation singing through my blood. Now, I might as well be bare, the wooden floor mercifully cushioned by a plush rug, and there's no way of hiding my blush. Now, it's just the two of us, and the intimacy of it, coupled with the drop of his voice when he breathes the order, is almost unbearable.

The Prince leans forward to look down at me, and god, he looks good at this angle, all shadows and flickering firelight.

Thinking about him starting to ask questions, and they get more and more incriminating as he begins to enjoy the way I squirm. He asks if I like kneeling for him, and I tell him yes. He asks if it's the kneeling that's doing it for me, or if it's him, and I tell him it's him, of course it's him. He asks what happened to my pride, why I'm so willing to lay myself bare for him, even when he's clearly mocking me just a little bit, and I can't answer.

Thinking about my Prince's eyes trailing down to my lap, his eyebrow flickering up at the obvious bulge there, his teeth glinting in a smug grin as he asks what's gotten me so worked up.

It's getting harder for me to respond to his questions with anything more than an embarrassed whine, so he decides to make it easier for me, putting words in my mouth instead. You've thought about this, haven't you? This isn't the first time your cock has risen for me. In fact, I'll bet you've christened your cot in the barracks with your desire for me more times than you can count, isn't that right? And I still can't answer verbally, but I can nod, and that's good enough for him.

Then he orders me to tell him how I imagine him, late at night in the barracks, when I'm sure the other knights are asleep and I have to be so, so very careful to be quiet, but I can't possibly wait any longer for relief.

And I tell him. It's difficult at first, and I stammer and stumble over my words, so red and embarrassed and ashamed to admit the way I've thought about him, the way I've longed for him. It's almost too shameful, until he starts palming himself over his clothes, not bothering to be subtle, and tells me to keep talking when I inevitably go silent, my mouth dry at the sight of him in front of me, visibly aroused by my words.

It takes a few seconds of blinking and trying to decide whether this is another one of my dreams, before I manage to continue, telling him how I lay on my side in my bed, back to the wall and eyes on the rest of the room, watching for movement, listening for the telltales signs of any of the other knights stirring or laying awake. I tell him how I slip a hand into my braies and grasp myself, biting my lip and covering my mouth with the other hand to keep absolutely silent.

My Prince breathes a curse before reaching into his own garment. He asks me how I touch myself, whether I rut hard and fast to get it done with quickly, or if I drag it out. I swallow hard and tell him that I keep it slow, it's the only way I can guarantee my own silence, and the inadvertent teasing is a delicious price to pay for stealth.

Unlike me, however, my Prince doesn't have to worry about secrecy, and his patience appears to be wearing thin. He pushes the rich cloth down past his hips, exposing himself to me, his free hand shoving up his nightshirt to tease at his chest, his throat, and I groan at the sight before my own hand flies forward to give myself some relief.

Did I say you could touch?

I stifle a whine as I drag my hand away, gripping my wrist behind my back to keep from losing myself again.

Keep talking, sweeting. My Prince watches me with hooded eyes, his breath coming faster. Tell me how you imagine me.

I'm starting to shake with the effort of holding myself up on my knees, as well as the effort of keeping any semblance of a train of thought as I watch my Prince. I tell him how I imagine him in bed with me, squished up against me in that tiny cot, how I dream that it's his hand on me, that he has us both in his grasp, that he watches me and breathes filth in my ear as he strokes us together, that it's his mouth muffling my moans instead of my own palm. My eyes almost slip shut as I describe it, losing myself in the familiar images, before he orders me to keep my eyes on him, to watch as he strokes faster, as his movements become easier with the slick that covers his palm.

Tell me how you finish, he says abruptly, and I come back to myself enough to realize how close he is. My hands tremble behind my back, my own arousal throbbing unfulfilled in my braies, and I tell him how I turn my head to muffle my face in the bedding, breathing his name and begging him to finish me, not letting a single sound pass my lips. Beg for me, my Prince growls, his hips pushing up into his hand, his cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled as he watches me.

I beg for him, right there on his bedroom floor, the same way I imagine begging in my own bed, when I can't hold on any longer, and it's the moment that I whimper his name, not just my liege, that my Prince spills in his hand, his eyes suddenly screwed shut, biting savagely into his fist, his long moan barely muffled.

I stay kneeling as he recovers, listening to his panting and trying to match my breathing to his as it evens, hoping it might calm my excitement and finding no such luck. After a while, my Prince rights himself, standing and rearranging his clothes to cover himself again, wiping his hand carelessly on the bedsheets. He regards me for a moment, before telling me to stand again. I do, my arousal aching between my legs, still completely untouched, and my cheeks flushed as though I had been the one to climax.

My Prince chuckles lightly before taking one of my hands in his - in his sullied hand - and presses a kiss to my knuckles, telling me to go to bed, and to think of him.

[controversiallycallie]

fuck me in front of a mirror so i have to see how pathetic i am when comes to your cock. make me stare myself in the eyes while i beg for you to make me cum.

[lord-of-dice-and-kinks]

Imagine being nothing more than my personal little rapebait.

We ain’t really dating. You are just owned by me. People think we are friends. But whenever we are alone. I have 24/7 full power to use you. No safewords. No “bad timings”. You’ll just have to trust me enough to choose when it’s right or wrong. Which means I might call you over, even when you are not in the mood, to fuck your holes. Ask you to stay the night. You might wake up while I fuck your pussy raw. I might walk in while you are taking a pee, to fuck your face. I might grope you at random moments. Finger you at random moments. Push your head down to worship and suck my cock at random moments. You might be cooking and I’ll pull down your panties/pants and start fucking your ass until I’m satisfied. That’s right. Think about this. Edge while reading this post over and over and over. Until all you crave is meeting up with me and becoming my irl lil rapebait.

[deviousmentality-deactivated202]

No one knows this but I own you completely. You are my toy to use whenever and however I desire. You will spend all your free time in my presence. I will be able to do anything. Perhaps it’s just that I want to grope the tits. Perhaps I will pull your pants down and spank you. You may be reading and I walk up and grab your head and pull you onto me cock so that I can face fuck you. You are brushing your teeth and I walk up and start fingering you but don’t send you over the edge. Your body belongs to me and I can use it in any manor. Tell me how many cunts out there desire nothing more in life than to be the free use property of their owner? Let’s talk.

[yaoi-wombat]

(Eeej) Limited Run

[chimerathingcock]

forced marriage thumbs up

[chimerathingcock]

top tier noncon trope

wedding "dress" that barely counts as clothing and incorporates a collar optional but recommended

[chimerathingcock]

if you aren't crying the whole night before, scared the day of, and then completely dead inside after the honeymoon then what's the point

[copper-clitoria]

getting fucked and being made to repeat "thank you" over and over and if I stop, I get punished.

bonus points if I'm getting fucked by a machine so that there's no way for it to tire out, but I certainly get tired, my voice going hoarse and my head growing foggy from exhaustion until the constant stream of my "thank you"s end up getting broken up by bouts of silence, but of course I'm not allowed to stop until I'm given permission to <3

Maybe the punishments I receive are to make my predicament worse in some way. I grow quiet, and the dildo gets exchanged for a larger one. I try to take a few seconds just to breathe, and tiger balm gets added as lube. I start trying to wait a second or two between "thank you"s and my cunt gets spanked each time I do so.

And then once I'm permitted to finally stopped, my mouth gets filled with a cock gag <3

[glitterpixxxie]

I want to gag you and plug you.

One of those dildo gags, but instead of the usual attachment it's a long floppy tentacle that slides all the way down your throat to your stomach.

Another long tentacle plug that slides up your ass so deep inside that you can see your tummy bulging in a couple spots as you lean back and forth.

A nice thick plug shoved in your cunt that almost uncomfortably stretches you out. Knot shaped so that it practically stays in by itself. Maybe even remote controlled to vibrate.

Put you in a short skirt, obviously with no panties, and cover the gag with an inconspicuous face mask, then take you out for a walk. Somewhere with plenty of people. Be sure you try to walk normally, it's not like you're filled between your legs almost to the point of bursting, and try not to let any of the plugs pop out, it would be so awkward if people came up to you and started asking questions. Like you'd even be able to answer them in anything but muffled noises.

this is sooo hot, fill my guts up with tentacles until it hurts for your own amusement:3

[johannestevans]

huge dildo set up on a stool that's just too high for the sub to reach on his own so his dom picks him up around the waist and lifts him over it

he's kicking and gasping, his arms bound behind his back, saying that it's too big and he can't possibly take it, but his dom just shoves him down until the tip pops past the tight ring of his cunt, and then just... lets go

sub yelling and whining as he drops down onto the dildo, unable to kick free or get loose, gravity meaning he's forced down onto the fat cock splitting him open, and then once he IS down, the whole thing crammed so deeply inside him he feels dizzy and pained with it, he can't move, can only just rock on it, can't touch himself

and his dom grins at him and just leaves him to it for a while while he gets on with something else

[momdontlook]

Really in the mood to be tied down with my ass up in the air, legs spread, face pressed into the bed with my pussy exposed. I want my pussy played with, ever so lightly, with the barest brush of fingertips and vibrating toys. I want to be shaking with need, absolutely dripping wet, my hole aching for more.

Then i want it to stop until i beg enough. I want to be forced to shake my ass in the air, trying desperately to press my bound thighs together for friction, for anything. I want to be forced to say the dirtiest things, egged on by my Dom, until Im spouting the filthiest, most depraved pleas.

The magic words are, "Please, stretch me open til I break!"

Then, i want a fat, thick fucking dildo stuffed into my pussy. No preparation, no smaller toys. Just the blunt head of a silicon cock teasing my little hole. I want to be afraid, i want to eat my words as i beg, try to take it back.

Then it pushes into me, just an inch, and i scream, because it's going to tear me apart, please, stop!!!!

"But you asked for this," they purr, "remember?" Then they force it deeper, slapping my ass and thrusting shallowly into my tight pussy. It hurts, but then they rub my clit, and ohhhh relief in pleasure, don't stop, don't stop,

But good sluts don't cum until they're full of cock. And this one isnt nearly inside me yet.

So they edge me, over and over and over until Im sobbing and incoherent, dripping down my Dom's hands and onto the sheets, drooling as i babble for mercy.

Finally, finally, the dildo slides it's final inch into me. I writhe,breathless, clit throbbing, head spinning, pussy clenching frantically as i struggle to cum, please, God ,please make my little body cum, please, please-

Then the ratcheting of duct tape unrolling, and the cold stickiness of several lengths of tape against my thighs and ass, sealing the massive dildo inside me. I moan, my pussy already aching with the girth inside me stretching me wider and wider, throbbing as it tries to push the intruding length out. Useless. It's buried to the hilt in me, and i can't escape.

"Please," i whimper, squirming, clawing at the sheets. "I-it's in, it's in, please, ohhhh it hurts, it hurts, please let me cum, please! Please!" The ache grows more and more each second, my walls stretched to the limit, my cervix crushed against the head of the dildo. My brain gets fuzzier and fuzzier, my eyes rolling back as overstimulation sets in.

Then, i feel ice cold lube drip onto my asshole. My body shocks, jerking, the implications settling into my hazy mind as a blunt object presses against my asshole. "No, baby, you aren't done yet," my Dom purrs, rubbing the rim of what feels like a beer bottle around and around my asshole, "Good sluts don't get to cum until they're full, don't you remember?"

I cry out, begging, gasping, squirming and then choking as the movement sends spasms through my stuffed pussy. "N-no!! No more, I'll break, I'll fucking break, you can't! Please!!!!!"

The bottle begins to slide in, and i scream, my ass throbbing as the glass crushes the wall of my pussy against the dildo. So full, so fucking full!!! I try to wriggle away, but to no avail. I can only go backwards, push my ass further up the neck of the bottle, and it just keeps getting wider and wider and wider and "AAA!!"

I choke out a sob, my holes clenching in defiance as the bottle pushes deeper and deeper, centimeter by agonizing centimeter sliding inside my slicked ass. My pussy is now dripping a constant stream of slick onto the bed, my mouth hanging open as endless, pitiful pleas dribble from my mindless lips.

"It hurts so good," i mumble, gasping lowly as the bottle gets wider again. It must be a wine bottle, my ass feels like it's being stretched wider and wider each second.

They chuckle, twisting the bottle cruelly until i scream. My pussy feels so crushed, simultaneously stretched beyond belief by the dildo and pressed back into shape by the bottle. "You want more?" they ask.

"N-no..."

A quick thrust of the bottle forces it what feels like inches deeper into my ass. I scream, clawing the sheets as i quickly change my answer. "Yes! YES, give me more, please be gentle, oh god!!!"

"Good girl," they smile.

It never stops, or at least it never seems to. An eternity passes before the bottle finally reaches its hilt, it's lip, neck, and body buried deep in my ass. Im beyond words, beyond thought. My body is racked by pain and hazy pleasure. I can't think, i can't move without causing myself pain. Dimmly, i hear the sound of duct tape ripping, and feel the strips being layered over my asshole. Im completely sealed, stuffed beyond anything i thought i could take. It hurts.

"P-pleaase," i moan, my dripping pussy throbbing for release. "w-wann' cummm."

They laugh, and i barely feel the stinging smack they deliver across my ass. My clit pulses, and i choke.

The buzz of the vibrator reaches my ears seconds before it touches my clit. I almost cum, arching my back and almost screaming as my ass and pussy nearly break. It's agony, it's bliss, it's-

A sharp slap to my clit nearly makes me black out. I let out a keening wail, babbling senselessly, bucking for more. "Please, god, please!" Another slap, and i bury my face in the mattress and scream.

"Do you want to cum?" they ask.

"Yes!" I cry, tears pricking my eyes.

"Do you think you deserve to cum?" they ask, and I can hear the malicious smile in their voice. I know it's a trap. I just don't care.

"Yes! Please, I did what you wanted, I was a good girl, I'm so fucking full, please! Please let me cum, I was good!"

"What are you?"

"I'm a good slut!" I cry, reveling in the blush in my cheeks and the hot sting of another slap.

The vibrator flicks on. "Good girl."

I whimper, trying to push my clit towards the sound, then it flicks off again. "Hm..." They say, as if considering, "Should we fill your pretty mouth, too?"

"N-no," I whine, "I-I can't take more, I need to cum, I need to stop, it hurts so much, please let me stop."

Mercifully, they pet my head and murmur, "Alright, good girl."

The vibrator flicks on, pressed lightly to my clit, and I explode. My body crashes in upon itself, my ass and pussy in brilliant agony as they seize upon the toys inside me, clenching brutally tightly as I cum. I can feel the tape start to give, but my Dom presses hard against the butts of the toys, pushing their lengths back inside me. My body shakes, then collapses. I quiver, the pain quickly replacing the pleasure. Tears flow freely down my face as the toy flips off, and the ropes holding me down come loose.

"T-take them out," I whimper, too broken to beg properly.

"Yes, baby, right now." They promise, slowly pulling the tape from my skin. I moan, crying openly as the bottle pops free of my ass, leaving it gaping and sore. The dildo doesn't come as quickly, and my Dom has to pull and thrust it slowly out of my tortured pussy. Finally, it comes out, and I sag. My pussy and ass, both ruined thoroughly.

They hold me, kissing me and praising me as they stroke my wet face and wash my body with wipes. I pass out quickly in their arms.

[rthornewrites]

idk I've had this thought for days::

wrapping an arm around her on the standing section of the bus, keeping a hand securely on her cunt so she doesn't fall over. Common courtesy, really. Women who can't access handles or poles in time should be held on to. Of course, as the bus shudders, sometimes she accidentally bounces against the hand.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't let you fall."

Illustratively, the bus shudders over a pothole and almost jolts Mary off of her three-inch heels, but the hand tucked into the waistband of her pants and cupping her wet cunt holds her securely on her feet.

The bus isn't that crowed, and Judith has them turned so nobody can see anything but a woman with her arm around another woman's waist, but if Mary looks down she can see her girlfriend's hand disappearing into the fabric.

The bus rumbles over another rough stretch, bouncing Mary and her swollen clit against Judith's hand.

"Ma'am," she whispers, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice. Cumming on the bus would be so humilitating, which turns her on even more, which is of course why Judith does it in the first place. "Ma'am, please."

"Please keep you from falling?" Judith asks, deliberately obtuse. Her hand presses harder against Mary's cunt, and Mary can't help but whine a little from deep in her throat. "Aww, sweetheart, is something wrong?"

"I just--" One of Judith's fingers dips into Mary's cuant, and Mary gasps. "What if someone sees?"

"What if they see?" Judith adds another finger. Mary moans. "I'm just keeping my sweetheart on her feet." The bus slows as they reach their stop, and Judith pulls her hand free, leaving Mary empty and dripping. She wipes the mess onto Mary's pants. "Come on, sweetheart, you know how much I hate being late to these work events."

[heartsnhandcuffs]

🐾 𝓈𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂

content notes: non-consent, abduction, hypno, pet play

When I told Daddy in September that I wanted to redo the little unfinished storage room in the basement of our house, he smiled at me and told me not to spend too much money. He didn't seem too interested in the details, which was good, because I had...plans.

By the end of October, the room was complete. TV screens lined the heavily-soundproofed walls, all controlled from my computer. A few storage shelves remained, but the bulk of the room was taken up by a cage with sturdy metal bars, tall enough to stand in and long enough to walk a couple of paces -- but not so wide that an occupant could possibly reach anything outside it.

When Daddy reached for the doorknob, I laughingly told him he'd have to wait -- that the improvements were his Christmas present. I didn't tell him that I'd added the last and most important item to the room that very day.

That night, after he went to sleep, I slipped downstairs to check on my prey. She was nude, shivering, clutching the cold bars of her cage and ignoring the screens that were already playing soft pink videos of spirals and audio tracks I'd recorded myself. The bowl of dry cereal on the floor was untouched, as was the reservoir attached to her water bottle. *Soon that will change*, I thought as I turned on the space heater and slipped her a protein bar.

She didn't know that I was the one who'd had her delivered here to her cage, her doom. She didn't know that I was watching her all the time from cameras positioned around the room. She clearly thought I was a friend, and was pathetically grateful for every bit of comfort I delivered in rushed secrecy. She didn't even seem to connect my timid whispers with the amused, confident murmurs emanating from the screens around her every moment of every day, telling her to relax, watch, submit, submit, submit....

The second day, she was hungry enough to pick up the pet bowl, decorated with a pawprint, from the floor and eat from it, and thirsty enough to take her first tentative suck of the dildo hanging from the bars. The latter was exactly the size and shape of Daddy's cock, specially designed not to relieve her thirst unless she actively sucked on it, and set at a height that forced her onto her tiptoes to really get a good drink from it.

When I crept into the room, the bell attached to my collar jingling softly, she greeted me eagerly each time. I'd try to pick the lock on the cage door with my bare fingers and whisper words of comfort to her as the screens spiraled and my recorded voice droned. "I'll figure out how to get you out of here," I'd lie, and she'd smile weakly at me. I was always clad in flimsy lingerie and my locked-on collar, always decorated with small bruises, appearing just as much of a victim as she was. She didn't know that I wore the marks Daddy gave me with pride.

After a week, she willingly put on the lingerie I brought her. Anything not to be naked. She was showing signs of improvement in other areas, too: sitting on the floor to eat from the fresh food (all in pet dishes) I brought her several times a day, spending more time watching the screens with her eyes glazed, touching herself once in a while when the recordings commanded it. She still spent a lot of her time crying, wailing, screaming for rescue, but the soundproofing I'd put on the walls meant that my cameras were the only witnesses.

After two weeks, she was spending more time on all fours, holding her food dishes and eating directly from them, sucking more deeply on her water dildo, cumming when led to it by the audio tracks and then sobbing in a heap on the cushioned cage floor.

It was all just as I'd planned. I guided her from my desk while Daddy was in the office, adding a new audio every couple of days to the tracks she heard 24 hours a day, training and brainwashing her. My creation.

On December 1, she let out her very first bark. Then she cried for an hour, but I didn't care. I was too busy masturbating to the sound, playing it over and over, leaning back in my desk chair and moaning loudly, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear it on the other end of the house.

My little victim was changing so fast now. She rarely stood up, preferring to move about her tiny habitat on her hands and knees. Most of her time was spent dreamily watching the screens, fucking herself on one of the dildos now fastened to the cage floor, cumming over and over while repeating mantras in a mumble. Even when the water reservoir ran dry from her constant sucking, she'd force herself onto the dildo for the sheer joy of feeling it stretch her throat.

By December 10, she was barking constantly. When I'd visit it was increasingly hard for her to find words, though she'd bounce joyfully to the bars to lick at my hands. That is, when she wasn't deep in trance, staring at one screen or another.

On December 15, she took the bone gag I brought her eagerly between her teeth. I didn't lock it around her head, yet, merely letting her swing the straps around in play.

On the 17th, I entered her cage for the first time, sliding a small key into the lock I'd pretended to be helpless about and swinging the door open. My little victim was eating at the time, ass in the air, face shoved in her bowl. From the speakers my voice encouraged her to prance, to bark, to obey, to submit to her new life.

Carefully closing and locking the door behind me, I stepped over to her, knelt and clipped puppy ears into her matted hair, then drizzled lube over her ass. I ignored her puzzled whine and slowly worked one finger, then two into her ass, pushing her face down into her bowl with the other hand. She flinched and whimpered, but her wishes no longer mattered -- hadn't mattered since Halloween, when I brought her home. Since I wasn't concerned with her comfort, popping the plug inside her was easy. Easy and satisfying, and even as she wriggled in discomfort, the fluffy tail attached to the plug brushing her thighs, I was making plans for new larger plugs, gifts for my unwilling guest.

On the 20th, I collared her for the first time. She whimpered and whined, but could barely even look away from the screens. Her only remaining words were the mantras she repeated obediently along with my recorded voice.

On the 24th, I opened the cage door -- casually now, with no real precautions -- and clipped a chain leash to my pretty victim's collar. I led her out of the cage and to the bedroom as she looked around in wonder, and put her in the shower. She'd been on all fours for so long by now that it was difficult for her to walk like the human she no longer was, and I babied her with praise and encouragement, step by slow step.

I washed her carefully, thoroughly, as she clung to me for balance. For the first time, I murmured into her ear in my hypnotic voice, no longer playing the fellow victim, and she shivered and came on my fingers as I pressed her hard up against the shower wall. I dried her oh so carefully, then clipped a new, larger set of puppy ears into her soft, shining, clean hair.

Next came the paws, locked around her hands and feet, depriving her of fingers and toes.

Then the bone gag, for real this time, no longer a chew toy lying around her cage but locked around her pretty head.

Then a much larger plug, forced inside her with only my disdainful spit as lube, one last chance to make her whimper and cry while under my control.

And finally, a circle of cold, silver metal to replace the simple collar she'd been wearing, locked around her neck.

When Daddy opened his gift on Christmas morning, finally stepping into the reconstructed room, the puppy was bouncing on her dildo and mumbling her mantras through her gag, so focused on the screens that she didn't even register his wide-eyed appearance. "Merry Christmas, Daddy," I whispered, handed him the keys to her cage and collar, and sank to my knees beside him.

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[knottydevil]

The kinky robber part two

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[lilmissuseful]

I loved it it when he opened the truck to put our groceries in, but instead bent me over and held my head in the trunk. He flipped up my skirt to show my bare ass, rubbing and squeezing it and smacking it. I heard his pants unzip, and then he roughly shoved himself deep in my ass in the middle of the parking lot. He slammed into my ass, grabbing ahold of the car to help him slam in me over and over. He kept pumping into my poor little asshole until he finally tensed and came. When he pulled out, he spread my ass to see my sore filled hole. Then he tucked himself back in his pants, telling me not to move. He loaded the groceries in the trunk around me, then left to return the cart. He must have chose to take it to a cart corral on the other side of the parking lot, because he was gone for a while, leaving bent over in the trunk, with my used ass on display. When he returned, he gave my ass another slap. That's when I noticed he was talking to someone! Telling them what a whore I was and how tight my asshole was. He spread my ass to show off my hole, and then let them shove their fingers in to see how tight I was! One even reached down to punch my clit and finger my dripping pussy! When they left, he shoved in my ass again, having worked himself back up from enjoying my public humiliation. After filling my ass a second time, he pulled me out of the trunk, spun me around and lifted my shirt so my tits were exposed. Then he walked me to the front of the car by my hair and let me get in. He made me suck him the whole ride home.

[softandsnarky]

I just want to be abused on a schedule. Every morning at 9:30 I want to be bent over and given a firm spanking, sometimes just enough to remind me who's in charge, sometimes belted within an inch of my life until I'm crying, with no control over which I get. When I get home from work or running errands, I want to be pushed up against the door, legs spread, and inspected to see how wet I've gotten during the day. Fingers push deep into my cunt, scissoring wide, thumb pushed dry into my ass if I whimper a protest. Collared and stripped naked just before dinner, put on my knees at someone's feet, fed little bits of dinner or cock at my owner's prerogative. Set to cleaning the kitchen still nude afterwards, little flicks of a crop driving me to and fro into the kitchen until everything is neat and clean, then bent over once more just like at the beginning of the day, this time to be fucked in whatever hole seems most appealing. Then dragged off to the bedroom to be leashed to the bedpost to spend an aching, chilly night being taken advantage of. And then the day starts all over again

[rowan-otk]

Free use but for spanking. Knowing I can be bent over anywhere, any time. My partner encouraging our friends to spank me if I start getting too bratty and my partner isn't around to handle it...

[spankable]

Hnnngh fuck yessss make there be a risk of me being spanked all the damned time, no matter where I am.

Bonus points if I have to report each spanking to my Husband. And even if clearly the only reason I got it was because the so-called 'friend' were feeling mean, or needed to let off steam, or thought it was funny - still, the rule of "if you get spanked outside the home, you'll get it again, and harder, inside the home" applies.

Spanked by a neighbour, a colleague, and a friend I was meeting for dinner in one day? Get ready for 3 more spankings before bed 😭

[bold-and-bratty]

my dom pulls me over his lap with a bathbrush in his hand. every smack of the bathbrush leaves a white mark that quickly turns into a bruise as i writhe and wiggle in his grasp. he tells me to be still or i’ll get the belt afterwards. i try to hold still but a few well placed strikes on my sit spots makes me forget everything and start squirming again.

after i’m reduced to tears, the bathbrush finally stops. i am left gasping for a few moments, before my dom tells me to stand up and to stand with my nose in the corner and hands behind my head, pushing my chest forward. he reaches over and pinches my nipples until he is pleased.

after what feels like forever, my dom tells me to bend over the couch. i cry but know better than to argue. he wastes no time in working his way down my ass and thighs with his belt. i am bruised and so sore by the time he deems me finally punished.

while i lay over the side of the couch catching my breath, he pushes his cock into me and begins to pound me, holding on to my hips as leverage. this is his reward for correcting my behavior. he pounds my bruised ass with no regard for my pleasure until he finally climaxes. he leaves me still bent over the couch, cum dripping from my pussy, a tired smile on my face.