Making up for a respectable youth

33, living in the UK. It/she. Mostly kink blog, Interested in hypnosis, petplay and other things. So tired of gatekeeping and infighting

[miracestuous]

Your sister's boyfriend breaks up with her, and she's been sad-texting you, so you go over to her house to check up on her. You find her surrounded by empty pints of ice cream, laying on the couch. A deep sigh, and you ask her when's the last time she ate something real. Dreary and embarassed, she whispers, "a few days", and you nod knowingly and get to work cooking and cleaning. You tell her while you do, she oughta take a shower, joking you could smell her from your house. She throws an empty ice cream at you, but smiles, and heads over to the bathroom.

A half hour later (she always did take long showers), she walks out in a towel to a pristine living room, and a hot meal. You're lighting a candle on the dining room table, and you look up with a grin at her gawking face. She says, "You didn't have to do this much! I'd have settled for hamburger helper on the couch..." and you shake your head, replying, "No, no. After what that bastard put you through, you deserve to be treated well!" She chuckles, and kisses you on the cheek. "I'll go get dressed, real quick..." she says, and you say "You're fine like this, though!", to which she gives you a confused look, and you realize what you said. "I-I just mean, it'll get cold, and I don't care what you're wearing. I mean, I've seen you in far weirder outfits, you know?" She pauses, an inscrutable play across her face as she thinks. But she breathes out her nose, half chuckle, half sigh, and says "Fuck it," and the two of you sit down to eat.

After dinner, you crack open a bottle of wine and chill on her couch, as she puts on a show she keeps recommending to you. You tell her you haven't gotten around to it, but in truth, you just wanted to watch it with her. She shivers a bit, probably because shes only wearing a towel, and you move closer, putting your arm around her shoulder. You feel her shake when you do, and ask, "Is something wrong?" She sighs, pauses the show, and turns to you. "I...know what you're trying to do, and we can't. It's not like when we were kids, experimenting, this would be...wrong." You look into her eyes, and you can see them dart about. She isn't just saying this to you, she's saying it to herself. You need to choose wisely what you say next, or it could ruin everything. You pause, think, and finally say it, "Would it be so bad? You know I can love you better than any of them. You keep trying, but it never works out! I...I could work out, you know?"

She stands up and starts pacing, her fingernails in her mouth. "I...know, and you know I love you too, but...what would people think? We'd have to keep it a secret!" You reply instantly, "From who? Our family? They're miles away, and they don't approve of either of us being queer, anyways." She stops biting her nails and shakes her head, "B-but...Legally, I--" you stand up and grab both her hands, interrupting, "Since when do we give a shit about laws?" Her eyes stare at your hands holding hers, and she blushes, before turning her eyes to your face. You pause, but loose one hand to pull her chin up to face you. "Look. Just one night, nobody needs to know but us, okay? And if we still have doubts after that, we end it." She stares into your eyes, drinking them in, and silently nods. It's then that you lean in and kiss.

The subtle tones of cabernet play across both your tongues, but you are sharing a drink now ten times as potent. You pull her back onto the couch, and her towel slips off. A breathing moment and you catch a glimpse of her body lit by the screen, and whisper, "you're so beautiful", before you get right back to making out. You said if there were doubts in the morning, but the last doubts erase as she unbuckles your pants. Finally, you can rest easy, knowing your sister finally has a lover she can depend on: you.

[intactics-deactivated20211231]

I am asking you to endure it.

[intactics-deactivated20211231]

a lot of Gregory Berrycones in the notes missing the reference to my twelve note magnum opus from several hours prior in which the narrator silently begs an entity that isn't really God for death and the entity says no

[intactics-deactivated20211231]

the narrator is operating under the constraint that they can only use words "god" has already spoken, "god" is aware of this and says the 'Time flies' sentence on purpose in order to give the narrator the pieces they need to voice their complaint; "god" has constant access to the narrator's thoughts, and answers them as though they're having a conversation between equals, but clearly absolutely dictates the terms under which the narrator can speak. it becomes obvious as the scene continues that the narrator is silently screaming and that the request being denied may be a request for death, but is at minimum a request for some acute suffering to be stopped

this could be an interaction between a normal person and an evil telepath with some mind control ability pretending to be the voice of a benevolent god. or it could work as a demon lord speaking to a soul they've trapped in a mirror and keep at their side. or it could be an actual god trying to calm down their only believer because they're trapped in the same prison. the concept amused me so kindly forgive the ugliness of the execution

[albertserra]

Posts that altered the fabric of the universe

[wintymute]

Hey are you okay? You’ve been fantasizing about being institutionally abused and dehumanized while hooked up to an iv drip of enough drugs to permanently prevent you from reassociating and having all responsibility taken away from you by a mean lesbian who doesn’t care about your autonomy, again.

[geryone]

Muse Found in a Colonized Body, Yesenia Montilla

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

i just fucking love playing hard into other peoples kinks i love it so much like oh honey im sorry i didnt know you had such a praise kink before i started gushing about how much i like how good a job you did, oh im sorry i didnt realise how much playing with your inner thigh while we were in public in front of our friends would mess with you, my fuckin dream job is being some kind of demon of lust sent to tempt people into fucking me

[ifitbleedsbiteharder]

I should stress, the appeal here isnt in pleasing you per se, its in making you lust after me, it's to turn your mind to the desire to have sex with me, its to make you unable to think about anything else, its about using your deep secrets i shouldn't know and silly manipulable brain to make me the centre of your mind, thats why im a demon

[laurawful]

thinking about how hot it would be to make each other worse. horribly intense switch-for-switch relationship where we both just keep pushing and pushing, using every dirty trick in the book to get the other to agree to this week's fucked up scene... until we don't even recognize ourselves.

[laurawful]

yesh yeah yeah yeah you get it!!!!!!

[bluedresskitty]

I like this idea except for me it's more subtle and covert. Both know the other craves slipping further into corruption, and so they slowly coerce and manipulate the other, bit by bit, hoping they don't notice the water beginning to boil. Except they both get so caught up in secretly dragging the other down they don't realize themselves also being helplessly made worse as they continually add weight to their own anchors.

[laurawful]

that's.... guh 😵‍💫

[balljointed-succubus]

breaking an awkward silence on a first date with "soooo, got any weird childhood hangups that deeply influenced you on a psychosexual level?"

[sapphling]

despite "snatched by stranger" being the overwhelmingly predominant scenario for kidnapping stuff it really never stops being crazy hot thinking about a switch flipping somewhere in a trusting dynamic when your friend realizes how much easier things would be for them if they just didn't let you leave this time

[lady-of-vitreous-sight]

it's kind of hot when someone is horny because of how easy it is to convince them to do things they wouldn't normally do.

[plushefemme]

not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.

there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.

[milkyhoneybee]

At a crowded bar or cafe you shyly ask if you can join me because I have the only free seat available, and I tell you that's fine, you can sit with me

But when you go to move to the chair I say, "No, that seat's taken, you can sit over here," and then click my fingers and point at the floor next to me

You hesitate, confused and flustered, and then I say, "Sit," and you're on the ground before you realise, watching me smirk down at you

"Good dog."

[starlightnoelle]

happy golden week lesbians

[corpse-toy]

sliding you a note that says "do you fantasize about putting me under extreme physical, emotional, and/or mental duress? circle yes/no" with a bunch of hearts doodled around it

[dykesis]

girl whose definition of “trip sitting” mostly pertains to fingering you till you cry

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Little catte, do not play with those ropes XD

[hypnoprofessor]

They’re here. How long until you’re home?

Lily looked up from the text from her wife to see which train stop she was at. Between Friday night crowds and some unexpected delays she was probably fifteen minutes away. She knew she was running late, but she also knew Master wouldn’t punish her for being late because of things outside her control

They’re setting something up with my computer monitor.

I’m excited.

Oopsies. I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.

Lily smiled to herself at her wife’s excitement. Inviting Master over on Friday nights had originally been Lily’s idea, and her wife had been nervous at first about the whole arrangement. Both ladies loved to be dominated, but neither had so much as a dash of dominance in their entire bodies. After much discussion, they agreed to try having someone else dominate the pair of them together. Master, whom Lily had played with several times in the past, fit the bill of what they were looking for to a T.

Baby, please hurry!!

They put two collars on the table

But I can’t put mine on until you get here!!!

Lily was biting her lower lip as she prayed for the train to just skip a couple stops and get her home faster. Her prayers went unanswered, but she did eventually get back to her apartment. She swung the door open to find her wife snuggled up in Master’s arms on the sofa.

“- So technically it’s no ones job but,” Master was saying, “Welcome home Lily.”

“Oh baby!” Lily’s wife jumped from the sofa to hug her. She gave Lily a big welcome home kiss, “This is late for Friday night. Did you have a lot of work at the office or something?”

“No, not that. Just the usual train delays.”

“Gugh! Don’t they know we have plans tonight.”

“I know, trains are so inconsiderate sometimes.” Lily looked past her wife towards Master before continuing, “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” Master remarked. “Did you want to do anything before we started? Take a minute to unwind? Change out of work clothes? Get some water?”

“Huuum?” Lily looked at her casual Friday work-fit. “I mean, does the outfit matter? You’ll probably have us stripped naked before the evening’s done.”

“Your not wrong, but maybe I want you to be all pretty and dolled up for me,” Master feigned injury.

“You could always make me go get dolled up for you.” Lily pressed.

“Oh? I’m pretty sure I could make you do a lot of things.” Master rose from the sofa as they ordered, “Abby, hold your wife still for me.”

Lily felt the loving hug shift into a gentle hold. Her wife had pivoted behind her and pinned Lily’s arms to her side. It wasn’t painful or strong, just firm enough to tell Lily her wife was committed to holding her there. Lily watched Master approach her, and They stopped just in front of her. Master wasn’t taller than her, but she felt so small when They stood this close to her.

“Is someone in the mood to brat this evening?” Master asked.

“No Master,” Lily folded.

“Hahaha,” Master laughed. “I mean, I expected maybe a little resistance, but my goodness. You folded really quick.”

Lily huffed, “You don’t play fair. Making Abby hold me down for you. How could I not fold?”

“It’s really, really hot,” her wife chimed in. “Fuck, are you sure you don’t want to brat a little baby? I can hold you still while they work their words into your mind. Then you’ll slouch in my arms as you get all weak for them. Fuck, baby, could you maybe brat just a little?”

“Sweety, I’m so fucking wet from that,” Lily responded. “I want to do what they say so bad right now.”

“You want to obey me, is that right?” Master joined in.

“Yes!” Lily said.

“Fuck yes!” Her wife said in tandem.

“See these two collars?” Master held up two collars. “Put them on each other.”

Master handed the collars to Lily. They were leather, thick, and both had heart shaped clasps on the front. Lily took the collars gently, but her body was gnawing at the order she’d been given. Her wife had released the hold, and Lily spun to face the other woman. Her wife had the same hunger to obey in her eyes, and the two made quick work. Quickly affixing the collar around each other's necks. The snap of the clasp around her neck made Lily shiver.

“Good Girls,” Master said. “Now, come here.”

They were pointing at the computer set-up they’d been working on. One of the side tables had been pulled somewhat into the center of the living room, and on the table was Abby’s extra wide gaming monitor. It was currently locked, showing Abby’s screen saver of some RPG woman Lily couldn’t name.

As Lily took in the computer set-up she realized her body had moved to exactly where Master had been pointing. Her wife stood next to her, both of them facing Master awaiting more orders. Master looked at the two of them with that look They had when They were thinking something over. Their gaze fixed on Abby.

“Kneel in front of the computer, facing away from it,” Master ordered.

“Yes Master.”

Abby knelt as ordered. Lily hadn’t looked away from Master. She was aware that, with just a few teases and orders, They’d taken control of everything. Lily licked her lips in anticipation of what was planned for her.

Turning Their attention to Lily They said, “Kneel across from her. Facing the screen.”

“Yes Master.”

Lily did as she was told. Now facing her wife who partially blocked Lily’s view of the anime woman on the screen. Lily couldn’t help but smile back at her wife who was fidgeting eagerly. She could see the woman’s eyes flicking between Master and Lily and then back to Master.

Then the computer screen came to life and Master began to do something on it. They navigated through a few websites before finally reaching the end, and Lily felt her heart begin to race. Behind her wife’s beautiful head was a black and white spiral, specially designed to fill the extra wide monitor. Abby noticed Lily’s reaction and began to turn around.

“No peeking, Abby,” was all They had to say to stop the woman in her tracks. “Lily, you’re going to watch what I’ve put on. Abby, you’re going to watch what I’m doing to your wife.”

“Yes Master,” the women said in unison.

Spirals weren’t an instant loss for Lily like they were for her wife. But Lily would be a big liar if she tried to deny how hot and entrancing they were. Her eyes were already enticed by the spiral, and she knew she could still will herself to look away pretty easily. Of course she didn’t look away in part because she’d been ordered to stare and because of how the spiral was positioned.

The center of the spiral was obscured by her wife’s head. The slow, seductive spin pulled Lily’s attention to the beautiful face of her love. Specifically her wife’s beautiful hazel eyes. Every blink broke that hold over attention for a moment, but her gaze would be pulled back to the same spot. Staring directly into her wife’s eyes, with her peripheral being filled with a hypnotic spiral.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” Master asked.

“Yeah…” Lily drawled.

“Mhmmm…” Abby muttered across from her.

“Soft and weak,” Master said.

The words wormed into Lily’s mind.

Soft and Weak.

She was those words. It was true. Master was right. Master was always right.

“Blank and still,” Master continued.

A faint awareness tickled Lily’s mind. She noticed her wife’s eyes were beginning to unfocus.

Is she… dropping to… me dropping?

Asking herself that took every ounce of energy in Lily. Once she asked it, she forgot the question.

Blank and Still.

Master was right. Master was always right. She couldn’t think. She was blank and still.

"Melting to my words. No need to resist. You wanted to give in. So you are. Whenever you're ready, you'll drop. Until then you listen. You follow. You hear. You obey. You stare. You watch.

"She's getting weaker. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Master," the two woman affirmed in unison.

“Watching her drop makes you weak.”

Lily watched her wife’s mouth droop. Her wife was so deep. So weak. So blank.

Lily wanted that.

Lily felt her mind willfully shutting down. Awareness being sabotaged by her own weakness.

Watching her drop makes me weak.

Lily had to drop. Be weak. Seeing her wife empty made her want to be empty.

“As you watch… “

Master continued talking, guiding her mind deeper. Lily was listening on some level, but was no longer thinking about it. If she was told what to think, she would. If she was told to do something, she’d obey. Beyond that, she was blank and still.

Watching her wife drop.

Dropping with her wife.

Blank and still.

Soft and weak.

That's all she was. She couldn't tell for how long, and she didn't care.

Awareness did trickle back in eventually. She was on the sofa, holding her wife closely in her arms. Only then noticing both of them were naked except for the collars they'd put on each other. Lily also noted her wife still had a far off stare and a dopey smile on her face; all the evidence Lily needed to know she was still under Master's sway. She looked to the other end of the sofa and saw Master sitting there.

"Is the session over?" tumbled out of Lily's mouth.

"Hm? What? No, "Master said. "Haha, not at all. I need a cool down after what we just did."

"Just did?" Lily struggled.

Half-memories danced at the edge of her mind. Blips of what she'd been doing. Dancing? Kneeling? Sucking? Licking? Her mind was still scattered and confused.

"You two are doing a perfect job serving," Master said.

"We are?" Lily smiled.

"Yes," Master continued. "And we aren't done. So focus on your wife. Notice how blank she is. How happy she is to blank, and empty, and open to my words. Watching her drop makes you weak."

Watching her drop makes me weak.

Master was right.

Master was always right.

The world melted away again, and Lily didn't wake up again until the following morning.

[futchlings]

gf threw some cool needles at a pride party, 2 each 6g and 8g + ballpoint pen 4

[enne-theos]

im gf ❤️