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[g-k444]

SEND ME RAPE THREATS INTO MY INBOX!!!

BE GRAPHIC, BE FILTHY, I WANT TO FEEL LIKE A BITCH 💖

if you dm then cut to the chase, i dont give a fuck about your past or your history, just tell me all the filthy things you want to, and you're going to do to me.

only no's: piss, feet, incest, blood, shit, vore, praise, being nice

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pause remote fantasy... at the gym?

guy who notices a remote left on a bench, looking around for where it's come from and clicking it on-off-on-off trying to locate which TV or speaker it's connected, not hearing or seeing any difference as he turns volume up or presses the power button

...only when he presses the pause button, does he realise that the gym gets significantly more quiet.

like, really quiet.

no more metal clanks or grunt or chatter or squeaky footsteps of trainers against the rubbery floor...

because everyone is motionless.

it's uncanny. how still everyone is. and it's even weirder that he is the only one that's able to move.

he's hesitant in moving, yet as he moves he realises that everyone else remains frozen in time. only when he presses the play button of the remote does everyone begin moving again.

it's enough to send anyone into confusion, and so only after pausing and unpausing everyone many a time does the man realise that he's got the power to do anything.

nobody notices when he moves from one side of the rom to the other in the pause-time. nor do they respond to a tap on the shoulder done when they're frozen once they're back to their senses.

truly, this remote grants him the do whatever he wants with nobody noticing.

once he's gained enough confidence, that's when things start to get fun.

making out with someone when their body is frozen in time but their flesh is still pliable is an odd sensation, he realises, but he definitely finds it a lot more fun to move on to a girl who's halfway through a pullup - chin just pulled up the the bar - choosing to tug her vest down and remove her bra so that her tits can flop out on top of the black material - and when he unpauses his remote-

he does his best not to instantly drop his mouth to watch her return to motion, completing her pull up and lowering herself down - her gaze lowering to her chest & upon realising her breasts are exposed, letting go of the bar so that her tits ripple deliciously as she hits the floor, gasping and hastily pulling her vest away from her body to scoop her heavy boobs back behind the material of her top, covering herself up once more and spinning around to see whether anyone had seen her in her vulnerable state

of course, he had.

and his cock was hardened beneath his gym shorts in a way that made half his blood flow down to his shaft, the other half stimulating his brain and giving him the smart idea to pause the gym once more

he ran over to the same girl, deciding it would be fun to pants her and see how she responded to that, picking her up and placing her a few feet away from her original location so that now she was stood besides the weights in a more densely crowded area

that way, when he unpaused with the remote...

the girl looked confused initially, wondering why she was in a new location - before looking down and seeing her gym shorts down to her ankles in the wife gym mirrors to the side - catching peoples' gaze in the mirror, who ogled at her now bare ass, gasping and covering her mouth in horror before bending over to pull her shorts back up and protect her decency

PAUSE!

it's almost too fun to stop now, and so in the paused limbo, the man with the remote decides to take one of the men nearby and uncurl his fingers from his weights - instead taking both hands and repositioning his fingers, before sticking two from one hand into her pussy, another two into her puckered backhole, so that when he unpaused the man was horrified to see himself knuckle deep in a exposed woman in the gym, while the girl felt her holes filled and clench around two foreign fingers, before they were pulled out of her with horror and a confused stammer

the girl was confused and horrified and embarrassed

the fingerer was equally confused

and the rest of the gym that had seen was silently watching with wide eyes

the girl did the understandable thing of sprinting to the ladies room to process whether what had just happened was real - and being a gentleman, the man with the remote chose not to pause her.

instead, he simply slipped away into that same changing room a couple minutes later, when it seemed nobody else was heading in

walking into the ladies room, it was all empty, nobody in stalls, the main space, nor the lockers - only noise coming from a showerhead in one of the cubicles that had a flimsy plastic curtain for privacy.

it was obvious who was in there - the girl with the heavy tits and unlucky streak of being pantsed and humiliated in the gym just because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time

the man's hand curled around the remote in his pocket, getting ready to pause when he realised...

...he didn't have to pause it

nobody was heading in or out of the changing rooms - nobody would hear and there was no risk of anyone pointing him out as someone responsible for any of the indecent happenings in the gym...

and no, rather, he wanted to see the face of this girl as he terrorised her even further. she had such a cute little expression of horror and embarrassment as she would struggle to pull her clothes up - and the man couldn't held but wonder what that expression would look like if he were fucking her simultaneously

and so, the man took his shorts off, and his shirt - leaving the remote outside the cubicle before pushing past the plastic curtains and disturbing the girl having a peaceful shower to wash away her awful experience in the gym - naked and vulnerable in the shower cubicle, he firmly held her hands as she struggled and screamed - crying as she realised that her misfortune in the gym wasn't over just yet, as his hard cock rubbed her lower stomach and trailed further south as her babbles and cries rendered useless to putting this awful day to an end

if u cant tell from the writing quality - im so tired but feeling so horny n pervy - kinda wish i was getting played with and embarrassed and fucked in vulnerable positions rn

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oh my god my tits are so sensitive right now i think the smallest brush against one of them could actually make my pussy weak

i dont know whether hormonally im just in the right place or now that im working out more my body is responding to the lifestyle changes in unexpected ways...

but oh my god, putting my bra on this morning i just realised how fucking sensitive my tits are

i ordinarily love a bit of titty play - having them pushed and rolled and cupped by a larger pair of hands - recently experimented with lube on tits too just to see how they felt while more slippery n frictionless (beautiful sensation btw)

and ugh don't get me started on when someone starts focussing on the nipples - rolling them between fingers or even having a harder grasp on them if they're between two knuckles - and having a mouth wrapped around one, sucking n licking n even throwing in the occasional scrape of teeth only if you're really trying to make my knees weak)

but right now? honestly?

i can feel how hard my nipples are from beneath my bra and i think they're poking so hard that there's gonna be indents against the shirt im wearing from through the bra, just from how hard n ready my nipples are just for someone to slip their hand under my work shirt and cup a breast - make me gasp at the informality and salaciousness of such an intimate and sexual action in work

but then make me melt in your palm and bite back on my law-abiding shock by ripping a moan from me because of how good even the slightest of touches feels while you're holding my tits n playing with them when they're this sensitive

who knows, squeeze too hard and you could probably make me yelp from the pain, too.

would you like that? i might. maybe i want you to. because maybe im writing this while at work right now and hoping someone really does come n violate me in front of all my colleagues, capitalise on my sensitivity to hormonal changes n make me an office-slut for all to see

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honestly? just so in love with that feeling of it being put in and having to whine and get that tough love of little kisses to the face and sweet words while they are actually actively stretching me in a way that is obscenely painful

sometimes even one too many fingers is too much it's so tight - having to whimper and grip their hand and beg they give me a sec to adjust before moving

but then the fuzzy feeling of realising that pain is actually really, really quite nice... and telling them to move... and having that movement start touching spots in my body that causes that fuzz and white noise to become louder, a hand falling to my clit and making that spot inside me even more sensitive to the pounds that shake my little body

god, it's just well and truly orgasmic. and im craving that right now.

maybe a hand around my neck, too.

[g-k444]

Dont even know how to express how excited I am that you made a new post!!!

MWAHAHAH im glad you like it

it's a good one too, right??

threw ourselves back to the CNC roots x

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thinking about just havin fun as a club-goer, hopping from bar to bar n dancing with people, getting my makeouts in, enjoying the music and consuming drink after drink, widening my smile and lowering my inhibition with each spot i go between

n at some point, i end up in a strip club.

where my lowered inhibition and lack of senses leads to someone gluing my hands to a strip pole.

am i stripper? no, absolutely not.

but i don't decline a chance to enjoy performing up on a stage - and so with my newfound position on the stage, I'll give a few twirls and dance up and down to feel the eyes of onlookers and cheers of those watching as i put on my show

but what when i try to leave the platform and get back down from the platform? well, that's when i realise that someone must have put superglue on the pole, or on my hands - because one way or another - my hands aren't coming away from that stupidly rotating pole

my head's already clouded and spinning, and with my hands not moving from the pole, the smile becomes something more helpless across my features as im forced to keep moving with the pole, no escape from performing and being attached to it now

my cries are seemingly humourous to the onlookers, as previously they were entertained by my slutty little dancing, they seemed even more entertained to see my expression warp to tears and helplessness as i cried for someone's help

it became even more amusing for the crowd when they realised just how powerless i was in this position, no hands to defend myself nor ability to move from the platform - as someone got up onto the stage and lifted my dress to above my hips, bringing roars of laughter and support as my bare pussy now became something that was not fun to flash, but a public fact as it was exposed to the club - either rough hand of this stranger clapping against my ass and grabbing a handful of flesh, pulling my cheeks apart to expose my asshole to the audience before i felt his cold, slick saliva get spat against the hole - his hands still holding my cheeks open and visible so that i could feel (and the crowd could watch) as the spit dribbled down from my asshole to my pussy, making my legs shiver with the tantalising slowness with which the cold fluid dripped over my sex

and that bold move seemed to be the gateway for more to shame me in my position, one by one.

someone else thought it'd be fun to have their way with me with their head between the pole to support the back of his head, and my pussy against his mouth - two other guys holding me up by either thigh and jumping me up and down in their arms so that the stiff tongue of the man who sat against the pole could taste my pussy while hearing my screams as my pussy was slickened and thumped with its own heartbeat of immense arousal and anxiety for the mass of people watching me as i was made into some fucktoy against my own will

i cried when i saw someone crawl up onto the stage with their cock already out of their pants.

gasps and sobs of pleas for them not to touch me n not to fuck me were made pointless as he grasped me by my thighs, pulling my body away from the pole so that my hands (which were still connected by the pole, and feeling any looser) kept me upright while my back arched, pussy visible to the audience as i bent over before releasing a scream as i felt someone thick entering my hole, stretching and sinking into my walls and letting out the deepest of groans as they had all the time in the world to push my hips back and forth, fucking me on their cock until they finished and let it drip down my thighs

more n more cum was deposited into my pussy. like my cries were incentive for more people to stuff me with their seed.

and by the end of the night, somehow I'd had my ankles tied to the pole, too. hands above my head and ankles tied, neck of a beer bottle shoved up my pussy as a plug to keep everyone's cum in me - and that bottle too roped-tied in place using the pole.

though passed out from being overused, i still spun with the rotational forces of the pole, cum slowly trickling out around the beer bottle.

the next day when all the same regulars came in n saw me, still trapped against that same pole - my makeup today more runny, the same dress as last night yet this time with more rips in it...

they took it in their greatest stride to force me to drink from the cum-soaked beer bottle that'd spent the day between my legs - forcing n watching as some man's hand controlled the back of my head, forcing me to give fellatio to the neck of the bottle - dribbling up the day-old cum from my lips before the same torture began once more

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kisses to my pussy.

little featherlight, blink if you miss it kind of kisses where your lips brush my own and you make my heart light up with how tender and gentle and preciously you treat me. so much love for how i look and taste and even smell, pressing chaste little kisses to my pussy and having your cock harden gregariously into the mattress beneath you, almost fucking your jeans with anticipation

and then chaste kisses turn to a makeout session with my pussy, opening your lips and slathering your tongue generously across my clit - dragging slick up from my hole and mixing it with your spit as you slurp between my legs, spitting and kissing and wrapping your lips and sucking at my clit and making me gasp and cry with the shock of feeling pulses from my lower abdomen through my whole body

you have hold me down by pelvis as i cum, writhing while my eyes roll to the back of my head and cries rip from my throat, my hole visibly tightening and shaking while my body rips and renews itself through the bliss and euphoria of your mouth worshipping my pussy

...until i can feel that pleasure turn into something sharper and more painful

your mouth is unrelenting, drawing a whine from my mouth as i feel myself getting desperate to have you off

yet your hands remain glued to my pelvis, and head cemented to my pussy, somehow your lips pressing harder and still lapping as though your job wasn't yet fulfilled

my heartrate was spiking, fear and passion mixing with the desperation and overstimulation in a way that was making my hands shake

and the last thing i expected at that point was to feel a direct pressure applied to my clit, buzzing and pinpointing the sensitive bundle in a way that wrangled a screamed moan from my lips, my hips tremoring and knees weakening as your tongue shifted to my tight backdoor - trailing all the slick and spit from one hole to the next one while my vibrator tortured my clit

the second orgasm was harder.

like the feeling of being kissed and stabbed simultaneously, filled with a kind of rush and fulfilment, battled by the feeling of pain that ripped through my every muscle in my body

the vibrator remained on my clit. your other hand fell to my asshole, thumb plugging it and toying around to give the most sinful pleasure cutting through the pain

screams and cries became music to your ears rather than the pleas they were

and only were you done when you felt my body slacken, the fight within me dying as the only sign of life became the heartbeat my pussy uttered around your digits, overstimulated and aching and yet still meeting your demands and cumming at your command

and only then, once passed out and defenseless, did you relent.

slinging my body over your shoulder like a toy, walking your "date-night that got lucky" out of her own apartment block naked and into the back of your car to return to yours for what was to become my new life as your personal fucktoy

[g-k444]

I miss your story times omg

might come back sooner than you'd expect

and now, we all know that im a slut for free because im a slut by nature...

but ladies,

if i was more business-savvy minded, how would you go about taking my account from slut, to slut with hustle✨

what would be your 5 step business plan to make some profit outta this sexy storytime account? if hypothetically uni was causing my pockets to hurt

[g-k444]

yk smth i realised since i been away?

as it so happens, i also have a fat praise kink.

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imagining playing live for the first time in a small town - wearing a cute dress and singing with the drummer n guitarists playing besides me - gig going well, with a myriad of older folk as well as a few groups of pub lads enjoying the friday night entertainment

perform for long enough and enough of a crowd and atmosphere builds up that during the most popular song, the guitarist puts the idea into your head that you should do a crowd dive

sounds like a great idea.

until you take the leap of faith and get hoisted above bodies, realising that one of your boobs has fallen out from behind a cup and is exposed, jiggling above an outstretched hand that holds your ribs

wrestling with the arms that hold you up to re-secure you tits, you feel clawing along your thighs and looking down your body, you feel the hands patting your pussy over your panties, before you see another person quite literally grab at the material and rip it awa yfrom you - drawing a cry from your lips as you watch the material get tossed away

your legs flail as you try to get put down - and sure, the kicking of your legs leads to you getting lowered, but that also leads to someone slapping your ass on the way down, and whilst your other band members try to haul you back onto the stage - someone's got a hold of the hem of your dress and is pulling it in the opposite direction

result: whilst you're pulled back onto the safety of the stage, your dress is pulled clean off of your body - and so now you stand in front of a crowd of people, microphone in hand held in front of your bare pussy, whilst the other arm tries to cover your exposed body - clad in only a pair of heels and bra. once a music act, turned to a stripper-looking mess.

bit of a crappy write but im just soaked at the thought of cwodr surfing and being forcefully stripped and groped. fingered, having my pussy pet by the crowdmembers, tits groped and slapped... fuel my thoughts more in reblogs n replies please <3

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i get asked a lot for account recommendations n to put this question to bed:

i do not read any works on tumblr; i have nothing. sorry.

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i know brat tamers exist, but does the concept of slut tamers exist?

like, say that i looved to wear short little skirts and tiny tops so that i get stares and catcalled for how you can see my hard nipples through my translucent tops, my breasts rippling beneath my top with each over-pronounced bounce in my step - or how i flash my bare pussy beneath my skirt because i forgot to put panties on and it's so fun seeing how shocked people get when they feel perverted watching me bend over, only too see how sick and perv-loving i am that i bend over whilst being panty-less in public, right?

so say that's the sorta person i am.

...are there slut tamers that exist, that'll breach that bubble of security i have in the fact that although i prance around like a brainless slut, nobody would ever touch me because that's illegal and assault, and when they see that i'm not wearing any panties in public, they'll shove a finger into my pussy and hold me down to the shop floor whilst mounting me and fucking their dick into me, asking why i dressed so much like a slut if i wasnt prepared to be treated like one whilst i cry and scream to try tell him to get off?

it's so humiliating, because even once security locate me getting unwillingly fucked into the dirty ground and pull him out of my pussy and remove him from the shop - it doesn't take away from the cum that slips down my leg onto the shop floor from between my legs which aren't protected by a pair of panties. and after that assault once i'm broken and ashamed, i still need to walk back to my car, have my skirt rise in the wind and show the world my violated and abused pussy that leaks the cum of a rapist who only gave me what i wanted.

but like yeah, do those "slut tamers" exist?? and why aren't they in my inbox more???

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been thinking about noncon inspection recently

yk, going into an airport, ready for a holiday with my mates, chatting n walking through the airport - only to get pulled to the side at the full body scanner and taken to a secluded area by one of the security members

it should be a simple check - i mean, i know the reason that i've been pulled to the side is because i recently got my nipples pierced and that isn't really something i can take out queueing up to get scanned...

but still, my admittance isn't enough, and so the official tells me to put my hands over my head - pulling my top off and over my arms (which is surprising, because why wouldn't they let me undress myself?) and taking an awfully long time scooping enough breast from beneath its cup, letting it flop back over my bra before inspecting either of my tits.

it's a bit of an awkward process. because it seems to take longer than it should - looking between either nipple, informing me you'd have to touch me to ensure everything is uniform...

and so you lift either of my tits and look beneath before letting them flop back down, and roll your thumps over each of my hard nipples, your thumb and index clasping either and making me let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. my nipples still felt sensitive, having been left untouched to heal after the piercings, and each nerve seemed to be set alight by the touch

and when it all seemed done, as you withdrew from my tits, the next request came:

i'm going to also have to check beneath your bottoms to ensure you aren't hiding anything elsewhere.

i grumbled, complained about this never having happened before, and then reached down to remove my leggings. i was stopped immediately and told to raise my hands once more, so that the security member could remove it from my body instead.

and what should've been an easy article to remove by hands was suddenly ruined, as the security member brought a pair of scissors, the material sliced through and removed from my body, leaving me but in a pair of panties and an outraged expression.

the guard was unperturbed, continuing with his job and apologising with a excuse of it's standard practice you see- directing me to lean over the table and allow a thorough pat down.

which i unhappily complied with, as his rough hands patted down my thighs and calves all the way to my ankles - although when his hands came back up my body and he cupped my pussy from over my panties - his index and middle's fingers reaching over my clit whilst his palm pressed the material into my hole until my wetness penetrated my panties and transferred to his palm -

that was when i drew the line.

withdrawing and turning around furiously to give a piece of my mind, the door also opened at this point - drawing my attention to two of the boys on the trip who had come to see what was happening and what was taking so long.

and hiding my tits behind my palms and shouting at them about how i was stuck with a perverse security member, they instantly entered and came to my side to defend me...

until it seemed that they weren't defending me and instead happened to be agreeing with the guard to tie my hands down, whilst the other came to my legs - forcing them apart by the ankles whilst my hands were tied to the table - forcing my legs open behind me, my vulnerability only hidden behind my panties which were also swiftly removed by the same pair of scissors

i screamed, tugging against the ties and trying to kick my legs out so that my friend couldnt tie my ankle to the table leg, and that was only met with a slap to the face by my other friend for not complying

i gasped as i felt a finger at my entrance, gliding through a layer of slick which the cold air of a fan was positioned behind, making me have a whole body shiver at the coolness the office-fan provoked, a thumb nudging at my clit before sliding down my slit and pushing my flaps from side so side, laughing at the wet noises my pussy made despite my screams.

a cock in the mouth and one in my pussy, my screams were muffled as the table shook beneath the rough fucking that bruised the back of my throat and cervix - cumming on my tits, my stomach- and the friend that jerked off in front of me shutting my mouth and forcing me to recieve it on my face

to then be excused from inspection - to leave that room with none of my clothes returned - leggings ripped, top confiscated and bra flattened beneath my cum-soaked tits...

it was useless using my hands to try and hide my pussy and my tits behind

with each step, cum dripped from my body onto the airport floor - and when i found my friends again - they were past the airport gates adn security was not letting a passport-less, clothesless girl join her friends behind that gate

so then, forced to leave the airport - no clothes, no money, no car keys - there was only one way for the naked girl to get home, and that was by sticking one hand over her pussy, and holding a thumb out into the road with the other hand. a girl with her cumsoaked tits out, begging to be picked up off the roadside.

can you imagine how that went?

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just imagining being forced by a dom to do all sorts of disgusting and degrading things in a work call because it's the first time ive worked from home and apparently my tits look too good in a button up - the buttons strained to accustom my tits which stretch the buttons to the limits - and because this is a free-use household, i need to comply with wtv you say <3

maybe he'll start by telling me to take my mouse n hump it - try cum from nudging my clit against the scroll wheel.

i'd be horrified by the idea, telling him to go away because im in a meeting - but the threat of being edged with a ruined orgasm if i dont do it and leave his mouse sticky and disgusting gets my hips shuffling until i find a rhythm where i can nudge my clit against the rubber scroller without moving too much on the zoom call either

but what from there, once ive left your mouse in a state with my cum dripping from it and my pussy is spasming and fluttering post orgasm? you'd realise that it's a lot of fun making me do sexual acts whilst trying to pretend that i wasn't so that i didnt get fired.

so next time im at your place and setting up to join a work call from your computer, how interesting it would be to find a dildo on the seat - preplaced and ready for me.

i'll sink down onto it. i'll feel every ridge of the stupid patterned plastic that you left there for me - a camera beneath the desk with the red bead of light flashing to indicate that you'd be rewatching this so see my how my pussy envelopes each inch of silicon and how my slick drips down from my pussy and coats the plastic all shiny and wet - seeping onto your chain too and leaving a damp spot by the end of the call. he'd find it a particularly fun watch when i struggle to string together a sentence when someone in the call asks me why i appear to be moving so much - choking down my moans as i brinked orgasm on the plastic cock to painfully lie that i had a walking desk.

another time, you'd tell me to tuck my chair in before taking full purchase of the skirt i wore with no tights, giving you full access to my pussy beneath the desk whilst i tried not to roll my eyes to the back of my head as you brought me to the edge yet another time with your tongue and fingers, slurping my pussy juices so obnoxiously loudly it was a wonder how the computer microphone hadnt picked up a single noise

i wish i could tell you to stop.

and i probably would, if you didn't keep threatening me:

because you had made it very clear that if i didnt subtly fuck myself for you in each of those work meetings, you'd show every single one of my colleagues how much of a slut i am and rip my shirt open whilst i'm on call and let my tits spill out frmo beneath my braless shirt, n force each of my colleagues to watch me take it up the arse - staring into the camera and screaming whilst my tits flop and undoubtedly - not a single colleague tries to stop it, because they're all too busy sorting out their cocks that harden at the sight of their fat-titted co-worker getting their hole violated for them on call <3

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also girlies posting fics in my inbox - do u mind if i take heavy inspiration n write fics on what youre sending in j in more detail + my callous n sloppy style? cheers guys xxx

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I know I've asked before but what about history themed ones

One of my rp partners (who also really likes your stuff) do medieval fantasy and western and such

id be interested by this - i reckon there's some interesting historical smut that i could get invovled with

yk, medival au where we get shoved in one of these n fucked in front of the town:

would we read a medieval smut fic in my style?

yesss omg yes - i would deffo read that

no - i wouldnt read that

idk - maybe if it showed up on my board but also maybe not

Voting ended onAug 16, 2025

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