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@holyrebelraven
Basics ♡
- She/it
- Switch
- Mid-20's trans woman
- Poly, lesbian, demisexual
- My cuties: @feralmechpilot @ladybatmarceline
- Terfs can fuck off
Interests ♡
- Being horny on main
Likes ♡
- Bdsm in general
- Praise and degradation
- Pet play
- Mindbreak
- Furries
- Omegaverse
Dislikes ♡
- Scat, watersports, vomit
- Ageplay
- Incest
MEN AND MINORS DNI
“Hush, toy, the humans are speaking.” Your hypnotist said, pressing a finger to your lips as they shushed you. Your voice faded, your ability to speak removed. They turned back to their friend, continuing the discussion about… Something, you weren’t listening.
You were marvelling at their control. That wasn’t a trigger. That was just their power over you. They had decided that you couldn’t speak, and you couldn’t. After a minute or so, your hypnotist turned back to you, smirking. “Like that, plaything?” They asked.
Nodding eagerly, you sat up, trying to present yourself to them. They chuckled, looking around the room, at the rest of the party, before leaning down to your ear. “If I could put you on display as a show of pure, blissful obedience, I would, toy. You’re so good for me.”
Their hands pulled you close, as a hungry, lustful look crossed their face. “I treasure your submission, toy. The way that your body reacts before your mind catches up. It’s a fun treat, that I like to savour. But…” they sighed, “I suppose it’s time to let you speak again.”
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the touch starved traumatized tgirl would like to awkwardly sit near you and not initiate contact
I want to classically condition a girl by only letting her cum when there are fingers in her mouth. Vibrator pressed against her, latex fingers stroking her tongue, thumb on the underside of the jaw to hold her face steady as she whimpers and tips over the edge for me.
She won't mind, not initially. Not until the first time I pull my fingers free, click the vibrator off, and ruin her orgasm with whisper light brushes. And again, weeks later, after she had thought the first was a one off cruelty.
Eventually, she'll beg for my fingers in her mouth before I touch any other part of her, she'll suckle at them desperately, unsure how to earn a real orgasm but desperate to try.
A perfectly trained, needy, drooling pet.
Your hypnotist smirked at you, as you stammered, trying to find the words. “Awh, what’s wrong, toy? Am I that beautiful that I’ve rendered you speechless?” They laughed. “I only asked how I looked.” They reached out, and brushed your cheek. “Look at you, speechless.”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from them. You were awestruck. Looking at them , drinking in the sight of them eagerly, hungrily. You couldn’t pull away from them. “Good to know that this look does this to you, toy. Leave you open to my words.” Their hand moved before your eyes.
As their fingers began to dance, your mind was reeling, rolling, spiralling down into nothingness. “I love leaving you speechless. Because when you’re speechless, you’re usually thoughtless, and when you’re thoughtless…” They grinned at you. They looked so beautiful.
“I can slip my own thoughts straight into that mind of yours. And you welcome them. You want them. You need my words, inside that head, don’t you?” Their hand moved up and down before your eyes, and your head followed the motion. “Good. Good toy. So obedient for me.”
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You were in awe, on your knees, before your hypnotist, full of desire. They were standing, naked before you. Your gaze was focused right between their legs. Maybe you should have been looking elsewhere, but… You couldn’t. “Lean in, toy.”
Your hypnotist’s command rippled through you. Your body obeyed, tilting forwards, eagerly. They laughed. You wanted to be servicing them, pleasuring them. Their sex was so close to your mouth. The eager, desperate thoughts spiralled through your mind.
They laughed at you. “Oh, toy. You look so fucking desperate. So fucking needy. You want it, don’t you? You need it?” They laughed again. “Well, too bad. You’re not allowed to touch it yet. Not allowed to suck, or lick. You just get to watch, my good, obedient pet.”
Their hand slipped between their legs, and as they began to moan, you felt… So many feelings. Blissful obedience. Jealousy. Need. Desire. Want. Lust. Arousal. Your breathing had sped up. “Oh, that’s it toy. Feel it consuming you. Feel how much you want me.”
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the absolute classic, going in to kiss her just to fake her out and bite her instead......the way ive literally done this exact move before
Here's a couple lesbian tips: use this move very rarely, using it too frequently diminishes the element of surprise, avoid doing it more than once per session. Next, use this move after you have already begun fooling around, having gone in for a deep kiss many times already, the hotter and heavier you both are, the better, she will be more turned on and surprised this way.
“Oh, look at you, toy.” Your hypnotist said, looking down at you as you knelt before them, pleadingly. “Back again. Desperate. Wanting.” They reached down, cupping your chin. They pulled your gaze up to meet theirs, and you let out a whimper. “You pathetic thing.”
Their words, their attention felt like a soothing balm. “You need me, don’t you?” You nodded, and they grinned. “You need my words. You need my control. You need to feel the blissful feelings washing over you, again, and again, and again, don’t you?”
You nodded again, eagerly. Just being in their presence made you feel good. They laughed. “Gods, toy. Remember when we started this? You said you weren’t gonna get addicted.” You… Did you remember saying that? You that felt like a different century.
“You said you were made of stronger stuff. But now look at you, hanging on my every word.” They were right. You couldn’t fight against their voice, flowing into your brain. You didn’t want to. “Letting me change you, shape you, mould you.” You wanted more.
“And you just can’t get enough, can you?” They shook your head for you, still smirking down at you. “No. You’re spiralling deeper into this addiction. Deeper into my power.” You let out a whine. “Shh, I know, I know, it feels so good. Just keep sinking, dummy. You’re all mine.”
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Class-B
I blinked, suddenly aware of my own existence. My breathing was steady, and I was sitting on something...something comfortable in the dark.
Not the dark. No, that sounded too simple.
The inky void of pitch black.
The air around me felt...a bit cold, in a way I didn't much like. I shivered, which led me to another realization: I had a body. Good to know, I suppose.
I looked down at my hands, flexing them a few times. It felt like I had all ten digits, another good sign. It was hard to see them in the dark, and I cautiously reached out, blindly fumbling over a large and flat surface before me...but it was empty. Barren.
Dangit.
So I waited there for a bit. I wasn't exactly in a rush to move; after all, staying still was clearly safe, so I might as well wait a while. I could tell from the echo of my breathing that the room I was in wasn't very big, and the walls were made of metal that groaned and creaked every now and again. I didn't much like the noise, to be honest. Why was I in a dark, cold, bad-sounding place? I didn't understand.
Eventually, though, I heard someone approaching. They opened the door and peered in to look at me, then smiled and waved. "Hello there, dear! How are you doing today?"
I blinked. "I...I don't know?" I looked down at my hands again, now illuminated as she had a light with her. "I don't...I don't remember."
Oh. I could speak.
Didn't really like my voice, though. Too...too gruff. Too loud.
They smiled as if they understood, then knelt down in front of my desk, bringing us to eye level.
"Do you remember your name, at least? Or what day it is?" I stared at them blankly, then shook my head.
They shrugged. "Oh, well...perhaps you'll remember later. Does the thought of being without memory make you scared?"
I thought about it, then shook my head. "Not really. It's all I've known, so its not that bad. I guess I hope I wasn't in the middle of something important, though."
They laughed, a long bright laugh that rolled around me and made my cheeks warm. "Oh, you very much were doing something important! You see, I've been trying to find you for a while now, and I'm very glad that we finally get to meet face to face."
They held out a hand, which I shook after a moment. "Please, call me Miss Maple, she/her pronouns."
I nodded. "Thank you, Miss Maple."
I paused, then added. "I do not...know my pronouns...or my name."
Miss Maple smiled. "Don't you worry about that, sweet pea. I can decide those for you, actually~ I have the proper paperwork to do so all filed away already. Let's see...you look like a sweet little girl to me."
I felt the heat on my cheeks again, something that seemed to make her happy...so I suppose that means it is a good thing. "Miss Maple...where am I?"
Her laughter cut out like a switch, and she sighed. "Well, you're in a bit of trouble, really. Or at least, you were. You see, there are some very confused others who have decided to try and run away and hide from me and those like me."
I looked at Miss Maple, then down at myself. It was true that I was about six feet shorter than her, and also a different color, and also not made of greenery and flowers.
"Oh." I said, nodding. "That makes sense."
Miss Maple patted my head, an act that made a shiver of pleasure run down my spine.
"So, after finding out where those sad little cuties ran off, I went to go find them! And now...here we are~!"
I frowned. "But...why would they run and hide? Are you bad?"
Miss Maple rested her head on her hand, leaning on the desk as she swirled a vine across the surface. "I don't think I'm bad. Do you think I'm bad? Do I upset you?"
I paused, then shook my head. Miss Maple smiled, and I received more pets.
"I suppose that means that I'm good, then. Do you think you're a bad cutie, dear?"
"I..." I blinked. "No. I'm not a bad cutie. I'm a good cutie, I think."
Miss Maple smiled and nodded. "Well then, it sounds very much like you don't belong here, then. How about I take you somewhere nice and warm and comfortable, and we get you some food?"
I smiled, nodding. "That sounds really nice. Thank you, Miss!"
Miss Maple's vines wrapped around me and lifted me into her chest, something that she made look effortless, so it was probably very normal. We exited the dark room and went down a long hallway, then down a large metal ramp that opened into a really big room. I saw a bunch of others that looked more like me- small and cute and confused. I waved at them, trying to be nice and good.
Some of them had metal studs in their shirts. I looked down, seeing I had the most studs. Maybe that meant I was the goodest?
I looked up at Miss Maple. "Am I the goodest, Miss?"
She smiled, scratching under my chin. "Oh, I very much believe so. Say 'Good-bye, Crew' please, petal."
I tilted my head, but obeyed. "Good...bye, Crew?"
Apparently saying good bye meant I got lots of headpats, and also some nice-smelling flowers. One of the others that looked like Miss Maple spoke to her a bit, asking if she wanted the Captain to be given a counteragent, but...Miss Maple just smiled, shaking her head. "Look at her smile, Tetra!" She said. "I couldn't take that away from her, I'd be a monster."
I looked around, but couldn't find a Captain anywhere.
Miss Maple noticed, and gave me a few more headpats, curling my face in towards her chest. It felt...it felt warm, and cozy. Dark, but not too dark. Dark in the way hiding under the blankets was dark.
I yawned, suddenly a bit...a bit tired. I suppose I hadn't slept in my entire existence, so that made sense. "I think I'm... I'm going to nap for a bit, Miss. G'nini..."
"Good night, little one. And welcome to the first day of your new life."
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robot girlthing still getting used to her body. she goes to stretch, out of old habit, and is momentarily confused when the approximate doesn't illicit the same little current of dopamine as she's used to. she stretches just a liiiitle further, and registers a cathartic little pop. 0.6 seconds of disorienting stimuli occur before any of it registers to her, and the next thing she doesn't-quite-understand-yet is the fact that she's looking up at the ceiling. after an array of mental diagnostics, she comes to understand that the simultaneous force of both arms pushing past the digital movement-tolerance-limiters must've resulted in some wire(s) being pulled free of their soldering. there was a catastrophic error logged in her mid-thoracic data module, ...and it automatically shut off all processes and pass-through. hence, floor time.
she waits there after sending a yellow emergency ping, but knows that in all likelihood her "mechanic <3" won't find her until morning. more time for defragging, she supposes.
sometimes a girl just wants to be useful. she gets a little confused, without a firm hand.
maybe she tries to shape herself into something more worthy. maybe she pretends at dominance for other, more pathetic girls. anything to be Enough. in her heart, she knows what she's meant for. she should be taken, owned, and kept. her purpose is to serve. it's what she's good for.
you can see it in her eyes, if you look closely. she'll pretend otherwise, for a moment. take her in your hands. be firm. force into her just a small taste of what she's meant to be. her mind will snap like the fragile little thing it always was.
all at once, she'll belong to you. the words will form themselves, sweet on her lips. thank you for making me yours.
if pokemon were real i'd probably get a "pokemon only" womb tattoo. i mean i'd still fuck girls as well as pokemon but i just think it would be hot
This is like lingerie for electronics
my first love...
