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I’m glad you’re not sorry (so far).
I don’t have anything clever or filthy to add this time. I just liked that you replied. It made the quiet attention feel a little less one-sided.
“At this time” made me giggle. Anonymous, but like a train announcement.
I think this is the only sort of reply I can do, so I suppose I have to await whatever happens next. It’s like passing mystery notes in school.
I’m shy, so I’m staying anon.
I’ve been reading your posts for a while. I liked watching you react to those game replies. It felt strangely intimate knowing you didn’t know who it was.
I don’t want to play the game this time. I just wanted to say that the way you write about the things that make you squirm is… distracting. In a good way.
I just wanted you to know someone’s quietly paying attention.
Well (so far, at least) I am not sorry about that 🙂😳
I am shy.
And I like the idea of watching you without you knowing who I am.
I can relate to being shy!
I mean, I still wouldn’t know who you are, so… that’s one thing. But maybe part of what you like is the public responses? Who knows! It’s a fun mystery though…
I used my own item list for your game. Hopefully it makes you squirm.
Restraint: Locked ankle cuffs with a short connecting chain. Just enough length that you can take tiny, shuffling steps, but nothing more. Every movement is awkward and obvious.
Mirror: A large freestanding mirror positioned directly in front of you so you cannot look away from your own reflection.
Voice recorder: Already running, placed on a low table beside the mirror where it will catch every sound.
Permanent marker: Black, thick tip.
Worn underwear: A pair of your own unwashed knickers, still carrying the scent and dampness of a previous day.
You stand in front of the mirror in nothing but the locked ankle cuffs. The short chain forces your feet close together so your posture looks clumsy and restricted. The recorder is already capturing everything.
I hold up your worn underwear in front of your face, close enough that you can smell them.
“These are yours. Still dirty. Still wet from the last time you got yourself off while pretending you’re not a cow. Look at yourself in the mirror while I do this.”
I press the crotch of the knickers against your nose and mouth and hold them there. The mirror shows you the whole picture: the cuffs, the chain, the fabric covering the lower half of your face, your eyes above it.
“Breathe. Properly. In through the nose. You don’t get to turn away.”
After a long moment I take the underwear away and drape them over the top of the mirror so they hang in your line of sight. Then I pick up the permanent marker.
I write across your lower belly in clear, uneven letters:
COW
Underneath it, smaller:
too fat to fuck
I make you watch every stroke of the marker in the mirror. When I finish I step behind you, one hand in your hair, tipping your head so you cannot look away from your own reflection.
“Say it. Out loud. For the recorder. ‘I am a cow. Too fat to fuck. These dirty knickers smell like me because this is what I am.’”
You are made to repeat it while staring at the words on your stomach and the underwear hanging in the mirror. Every time your voice drops or you try to soften the words, the chain on your ankles is given a sharp tug so you stumble and the cuffs bite.
I keep you there until the recorder has a clean, unbroken take of you saying it three times without hesitation. Then I leave the underwear hanging on the mirror, the marker on the table, and the recorder still running.
You stay cuffed in front of your own reflection, the words drying on your skin, until I decide the recording is long enough.
I *assume* this is from the same contributor, but correct me if I am wrong. I also assume you must have read some of my blog, because yes, this very much did have me squirming…
I hope it is driving you crazy wondering who sent that game submission. You don't know me, so I'm sure you will never figure it out.
Maybe I just don’t know you *yet*?
To go with your little game, posted as an anon since you don't deserve to know who is ruining you.
An idea for a game...
So, this is an idea I haven’t seen before on here or BDSMlr...
What would you have planned for me, if you were given free reign and this list of items only?
The only rule is that you have to use all of them (but not necessarily for the obvious purpose!)
Maybe I should say the best/worst idea gets to add something to the list or make a new one?
Forgive me if this just doesn’t work for anyone!
One bondage restraint of your choice
One oversized sex toy
A large quantity of semen
My phone, unlocked
A tattoo gun
Feel free to comment or message or whatever - I know this might get ignored, but if not then I’m really interested in the answers! -----------------------------------------------------------
Restraint: A thick leather hogtie that locks your wrists to your ankles behind you, forcing your chest and face down while your ass and cunt stay elevated and fully exposed. You cannot straighten, cover yourself, or look away from the phone placed directly in front of your face.
Oversized toy: A heavy, ridged inflatable plug already locked inside you and pumped until the stretch is constant and obvious. Every small movement makes it grind deeper.
Semen: A large clear bowl of it.
Phone: Unlocked and live-streaming to three people who know the “perfect, innocent” version of you. The camera is aimed so they see your face, the plug, and the way the hogtie presents you.
Tattoo gun: Loaded with UV ink.
You are hogtied on the floor, plug fully inflated, face forced toward the phone. I crouch beside you so both you and the live viewers can hear every word.
“You have everyone fooled, don’t you? Perfect girl. Innocent. Pure. But look at you now. Disgusting. Gross. A pig on the floor with a fat plug stretching your cunt and semen about to paint your face.”
I dip my fingers in the bowl and smear the semen slowly across your cheeks, mouth, and chin until it drips onto the floor under your face. Then more across your lower back and the base of the plug so it shines for the camera.
“You’re too ugly to fuck. Too fat. A gross pig who needs to be told exactly what she is. You watch other girls get used and imagine them laughing at you, don’t you? And after you cum you always say never again. That’s a lie. You always come back. Because you’re a pig.”
While you stay hogtied and exposed, I freehand the UV tattoo across the upper curve of your left ass cheek in uneven letters:
“pig”
Under normal light it is invisible. Only faint raised skin. I wipe the area with more semen so it glistens, then set the UV light beside the phone.
“Say it for them. Tell the people who think you’re so pure what you actually are. Louder. They need to hear the truth.”
You remain locked in the hogtie, plug stretching you, semen drying on your skin, while the three viewers watch and listen. The UV mark waits under your skin for whenever someone decides to turn the blacklight on.
You are not released until the stream has run a full hour.
😳 ahem.
The “shining for the camera” was a nice detail for me.
and the words. Mean, but impactful.
Needless to say I’m rather interested to know who this was!
I always get a nice surprise when someone takes the time to play this game I randomly made up ages and ages ago!
Stop telling the neighbours I'm your babysitter
Tell them the truth. Tell them you pay me $100 an hour to watch your husband fuck me in ways you could only dream of, then tell them you pay me an extra $50 a month to keep you in chastity because you don't deserve your pussy 💋
Tell them you're going to start paying me an extra $200 dollars to fist your cunt every time I'm here, so it gets stretched out and your husband never wants to fuck it again.
Reblog if your tumblr is your nasty little secret 😏
Yeah pretty sure my life would be OVER if I was outed lol.
I don't want to buy mass-produced garbage from a big box store so I go to etsy but half of etsy is now dropshipped mass-produced garbage or AI slop so I go to the local arts and crafts street market but a ton of those booths are also selling the same generic plastic objects or identical stickers or 3D printed dragons so WHERE do I buy real trinkets and art from sincere freaks
Ahem…
Do you think your wife will be more mad about having to clean up this mess or turned on thinking about what we did to make this mess?
It’s 800% the second one 😬
“On your knees.”
I mean, how am I ever supposed to do anything but what she tells me to?
I am a flat ugly cuckquean who love humiliation and worships superior Women
I’d even find just standing next to her a fantastically uncomfortable experience…
Go back down the ice cream aisle and pick up another tub, bitch.
He likes skinny girls now so you gotta bulk up to make me look even better by comparison 💋
This idea made me squirm.
I am a goddess. I only have to walk in a room and I'm already cucking half the women in their husbands' imaginations
I chose your man tonight because he bought me a drink, made me laugh, and showed me a photo of you licking his cum out of your best friend...
You will watch me cast a spell on your man's cock so powerful that you never see him get hard again unless I'm there. I am going to ruin him for every other woman, but especially you, and then I'm going to put a collar on you 🫦
Beta slaves get humiliated by the prettier, alpha counterparts
The lil smile on her face 🥰
My place as the fat friend
