Helplessly drawn to the naughty

I don't always know what I want, but I'm sometimes sure it's something I shouldn't. Early-post-late-thirties English woman drawn to mind-fucking power games. I am definitely getting worse.  18+ with lots of specific kinks you can read in this blog.

[lady-redbird]

“On your knees.”

[hjojojo]

I mean, how am I ever supposed to do anything but what she tells me to?

[cuckqueanbetagirl-deactivated20]

I am a flat ugly cuckquean who love humiliation and worships superior Women

[atomicbunnyxoxo]

[hjojojo]

I’d even find just standing next to her a fantastically uncomfortable experience…

[untamedheart75]

[cuckcake-zoey]

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 💋

[hjojojo]

This idea made me squirm.

[girlsgonetmblr]

[cuckcake-zoey]

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 🫦

[kinkynerdsblog]

Beta slaves get humiliated by the prettier, alpha counterparts

[akinkycouplereturns-deactivated]

The lil smile on her face 🥰

[collegecuckcakev3]

mmmm

[daddysquean-deactivated20260114]

My place as the fat friend

[sensemami]

[cuckcake-zoey]

You know what you need to wear to stay in the master bedroom

A ball gag, my thong on your head, and those handcuffs

Good girl, let's call your husband back from the shower 💋

[hjojojo]

Oh my… 🫣

[hjojojo]

Such a simple confession…

[consextualjane]

Ransom

Brandon jumped when his phone buzzed. His nerves were nearly fried from hours of worry, wondering where Alicia could be. Tuesdays were her yoga class days. She was usually home by seven, but it was going on midnight now.

He grabbed his phone.  What he saw on the screen didn't make sense. A picture of Alicia, ball-gagged and on her knees in front of a mirror, was sent from an unknown number.  The woman who had taken the picture was standing next to Alicia with her ass pressed against his girlfriend's face.

The message under the image was even more surreal: I picked up your dumb girlfriend at a yoga class. I told her I  ran an advanced class from my home, and this idiot believed me.  She's full of drugs and had a vibrator held to her clit for the last two hours. I doubt she even knows her name right now. If you want her back, wire five thousand dollars to the link in the next message. Or something worse will happen to her.

Brandon's phone buzzed again and the link appeared.  His brain didn't register what was happening. Was this some kind of prank? Alicia had mentioned wanting to spice up their sex life. Was this her way? Or was it real?

What the fuck is this, he typed in response, not knowing what else to do. He waited for what seemed like several minutes before he received a response.

You have one minute.

Brandon's worry turned to anger. He wasn't going to indulge whatever game this was.

He typed another message: Go fuck yourself.

Suit yourself, came the response.

He tossed the phone on couch. She'd be home soon, once she realized he wasn't into whatever game this was. And then they would be having frank discussion about what he considered cheating. He flopped himself down on the couch and turned on the TV.

A few minutes of channel surfing went by before he looked back at his phone.  Who was the other girl in that photo? Why was Alicia dressed like such a slut for her? Brandon picked up his phone and opened the photo again.

There was his girlfriend, on her knees and wearing a leather belt and collar lingerie. Since when did she act like that? The other woman's big ass was dominating Alicia's face. She almost looked like she was enjoying it. His cock stiffened.

He started to rub it through his pants, but then he stopped himself, throwing his phone down. He wasn't into this kinky stuff. And he didn't sign up to date a whore.

His eyes were drifting back to the TV when he felt his phone vibrate through the couch cushion. Was that her again? Reaching for the phone, he felt his heart rate quicken. When he looked at the screen he found text message with only a video.

A surge of images flashed through his mind. Was this woman actually doing things to his girlfriend? There was no way he could watch that video. He only hesitated for a moment before his thumb betrayed him and pressed play.

The video opened to a view of the woman's bedroom. The lights were off except for a neon glow coming from behind the camera, illuminating her empty bed. An eighties-style synth pop song started playing in the background as a women walked into the frame.

Only her bottom half was visible in the video, but Brandon could tell from her thong that it was the woman from the photo. She walked in front of the camera, showing off her wide hips. Brandon felt himself getting harder despite his disgust. He held the phone closer, and noticed a bulge in the front of the woman's thong.

She  stood in front of the bed, swaying her hips for several seconds, before reaching into the front of her thong and pulling out one of the biggest cocks Brandon had ever seen, fully hard and girthy. It was nearly twice the size of his own.

She stroked the behemoth a few times. His mouth fell open as a thick bead of precum oozed out of the tip and dripped out of the frame. His own cock was about to burst through his pants. Without realizing what he was doing, he unzipped and pulled it out.

The woman on the video then walked out of view. The synthesizer-heavy song continued to hum ominously in the background. A second later Brandon saw his girlfriend climb on to the bed on all fours. A mix of horror and lust coursed through his cock as he watched the woman get on to the bed behind her.  She pushed Alicia down into the mattress and pulled her hips up before giving her ass a hard slap. He heard his girlfriend moan over the music.

After another ass-slap, Alicia turned and looked directly at the camera. Brandon felt her looking at him. Her eyes were wide, full of fear, and lust, and something that almost seemed like an apology for what he was about to see.

Right on cue, the woman sank her massive, bare girl-cock  into his girlfriend from behind. Alicia fell to the mattress, letting out an orgasmic cry just as the video cut out.

Brandon stared at the screen, his phone in one hand, his throbbing cock in the other. The shock of the video made his mind go blank. Before he could think of what to do next his phone buzzed with another message.

Send the money to see the rest.

[hjojojo]

oh my

[hjojojo]

chat GPT gets a bit naughty

Nightmare Dream Sequence: "Desires Unveiled"

Scene: The office transforms into a surreal, darkened space. Jane stands alone, surrounded by an eerie silence that echoes with her conflicted emotions. Niamh appears, her presence commanding and intimidating.

Characters:

Jane: The victim, grappling with deep insecurities and conflicted desires towards Niamh.

Niamh: The manipulative bully, adept at exploiting Jane's vulnerabilities for her own amusement.

[As the nightmare unfolds, Jane finds herself drawn deeper into her hidden desires, trapped in a psychological maze where reality blurs with fantasy.]

Niamh: (smirking knowingly) Oh Jane, you've always been such a puzzle to me. So desperate for attention, yet so repulsed by your own body.

[Jane's heart pounds in her chest as Niamh's words hit home, stirring a mix of fear and arousal within her. She struggles to maintain her composure.]

Jane: (hesitantly) What do you mean, Niamh?

[Niamh steps closer, her expression predatory yet enticing, as if she holds all the answers to Jane's unspoken desires.]

Niamh: (teasingly) You're so desperate for validation, Jane. But no matter how hard you try, you'll never be attractive enough for someone like me.

[Jane's cheeks flush with embarrassment, unable to deny the truth of Niamh's words. She feels exposed, her insecurities about her weight and flat chest laid bare in the surreal landscape of the nightmare.]

Niamh: (circling Jane, her voice low and hypnotic) You dream of being desired, don't you, Jane? You crave someone to dominate you, to make you feel wanted despite your flaws.

[Jane's breath quickens as Niamh's words ignite a fire of longing within her. She struggles to suppress the overwhelming urge to give in to her desires.]

Jane: (whispering) No... this can't be real. It's just a dream.

[Niamh laughs softly, a sound that sends shivers down Jane's spine, both terrifying and strangely exhilarating.]

Niamh: (leaning in, her voice a whisper against Jane's ear) But what if it's not just a dream, Jane? What if it's who you really are, deep down inside?

[Jane's defenses crumble under Niamh's intoxicating presence. She finds herself unable to the temptation, consumed by the fantasy of surrendering to Niamh's dominance.]

Jane: (softly, almost pleadingly) Please, Niamh... show me. Show me what it's like to be desired despite my flaws.

[Niamh's smile widens, a predator sensing victory. She gestures towards a throne-like chair that materializes in the darkness.]

Niamh: (commandingly) Kneel before me, Jane. Beg for my approval.

[Jane's heart races as she obeys, sinking to her knees before Niamh. She feels a mixture of exhilaration and shame, overwhelmed by the intensity of her desires.]

[Niamh raises her hand, as if to strike, and Jane's body trembles with anticipation. The air crackles with a charged energy, both thrilling and terrifying.]

Niamh: (suddenly cruel) You know, Jane, no one will ever want you with that fat arse of yours. Look at you, pathetic and desperate for attention. You're just a joke, really.

[Jane recoils as Niamh's words slice through her like a knife. The weight of the insult bears down on her, leaving her feeling exposed and humiliated, tears welling in her eyes.]

Jane: (voice trembling) Stop... please, Niamh. Why are you doing this to me?

[Niamh's laughter echoes in the darkness, taunting and merciless. She revels in Jane's vulnerability, feeding off her pain and confusion.]

[Jane's body shakes with suppressed sobs, her mind swirling with a tumultuous mix of emotions — anger, shame, and a deep yearning for acceptance.]

[Just as Jane feels she can't endure another moment of the torment, the nightmare begins to dissolve. The surreal world fades away, leaving Jane alone in her bed, gasping for breath.]

[Jane wakes up in a cold sweat, her body trembling with a mix of arousal and profound confusion. She sits up slowly, trying to make sense of the intense emotions that still linger from the nightmare.]

End Scene.

[Jane's mind reels with the aftermath of the dream. The revelation of her hidden desires for domination by Niamh leaves her feeling exposed and vulnerable, grappling with conflicting emotions of attraction and shame. The nightmare serves as a stark reminder of the complexities of her psyche and the deep-seated wounds inflicted by Niamh's manipulation and fat-shaming.]

[ironskyfinder]

The typical weight of the female human brain is, on average, around 2.64lbs.

The typical weight of a single 38C/36D sized breast is, on average, around 1.5lbs.

If that’s you, or if you have even bigger tits - congratulations! You literally have more boobs than brains.

[hjojojo]

Well, it turns out this absolutely *isn’t* me. 🧠 🧠 🧠

[dollhog]

New tattoo!! Don’t mind the brands ❤️‍🔥🕷️

[hjojojo]

I’m not sure I can think of anything I could have written there on me that is any more psychologically devastating while the idea still makes me twitch with arousal.

[diediediemydarling84-deactivate]

[hjojojo]

Her face tells me she knows she can get away with anything; that I can’t stop her.

She knows she has won and she’s going to enjoy making that very clear to me, physically and psychologically.

How would I ever forget it, and how could I ever be the same again?

[hjojojo]

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!

[hjojojo]

Interestingly I seem to be seeing a lot of likes on this old post all of a sudden. But not a lot of “entrants”, if you see what I mean…

[lordofthelard]

Words have power. Don't just tell her what a fat pig she is. Make her say it. Make her look you in the eyes and tell you "I'm a fat pig". It will make it more true on a deeper level. Something will click. Something will change. You and her will notice the difference. And the scale sill show it.

[cruelcuckcakeabuse-deactivated2]

I’m starting to really love your husband. At first I just wanted to fuck him to make you feel like shit, but now I think I’m going to take him from you. He can’t get enough of how slim and sexy my tight body is, so while I’m fucking him go ahead a stuff your face with sticks of butter. I’m gonna have you 100 lbs heavier by the end of the month 😂. I could just steal your husband, let you get a divorce and find someone else, but so much more fun to make sure you end up alone forever. I’ll have him divorce you once you’re 400 lbs 🤣.

[hjojojo]

She’s a monster.

[cruelcuckcakeabuse-deactivated2]

Cuckquean Rules:

Financial: you will not be allowed to have your own money. If you need money you will ask your cake for some. Every request must be submitted to her to the penny. She has the right to deny you money for any reason.

Diet: You will keep yourself above 200lbs at all times (Probably a lot more, but I want days where I can starve you and not have to worry about it making you thin). You deserve a fat ugly body. However you will not enjoy the food you eat. Your cake will serve you 4 times a day. You will eat everything you are given without complaint no matter how disgusting. Meals will be eaten from the floor, dirt or trash.

Hygiene: No make up or lotion. You will be hosed down in the yard with cold water twice a week. You may wash your face as much as you want in the toilet. Showers will be earned.

Clothes: You will be naked at home and when you run to do errands you will will wear whatever your cake allows. All clothes will be cheap, ugly and two sizes two small so your fat spills out awkwardly for the world to see. Work you will wear a uniform as provided, but your cake may modify in anywhere to embarrass you further.

Work: You will work 7 days a week, 12 hours a day. You will not be given vacation or sick days. If you need to skip a work day you will be expected to add those hours back into the other days. If you skip a day at the request of the cake you will still be required to make up the hours.

Sleep: You will get five hours of sleep a night. The location will change between the bathroom floor, the basement, the yard and occasionally under the master bed so you can listen to your husband and I make love 😘.

Social: You will be kept isolated and friendless. You deserve to be alone and unloved. I will show you some fun photos of our vacations and weekends as a reminder of what you’re missing.

You will suffer in every way for your cuckcake and in exchange I’ll steal your husband and force you to watch us fall in love.