this blog is for me (Bee) to get some release, I have a lot of kinks and I think this will be a fun way to experience some of them
DMs and Asks are open and encouraged!!!!
If you know me IRL, please ignore this whole thing
DNI IF
You are a Terf (also fuck off)
You're Racist (also also fuck off)
You're Sexist (also also also fuck off)
You intend to kink shame (and not in the fun degradation kink way)
You have a problem with me existing or doing what I am (you don't need to preach, just let me live)
Your blog is ageless or you're a minor (18+ only loves)
KINKS
cnc, free use, degradation, praise, breathplay, primal (prey), knife play, gun play, overstimulation, bondage (and suspension), snuff, objectification, mind break, exhibitionism, intox, and hypno. (honestly there may be more and I'll add them later if I remember)
LIMITS
scat, piss, detrans, and genital mutilation
WHO AM I?
just a girl who needs some release and wants to be more open about her kinks. if I didn't mention it in my kinks it's probably either something I forgot or it's something that I'm pretty neutral on, so yeah! anyways, have fun :3
I wanna talk you through dying. Hold your hand in mine, have your body draped with pillows for maximum comfort-
I want to squeeze your hand gently and tell you that youâre not alone. That id never abandon you. That you belong to me and Iâd never do something like let you suffer through this alone.
Iâd caress your cheeks, your lips. And listen to you vent your fears, Iâd wipe your tears away. Reassure you that you are safe. I am here to protect you.
Iâll tell you that the dead we chose for you wonât be painful. Youâll just fall asleep and never wake up, that your low blood pressure and fast beating heart might seen intimidating but that you are not experiencing this alone.
Iâll tell you youâll be remembered as someone important. Someone loved. That itâs okay to let go. Itâs safe to relax. Iâm here for you up until the end.
Iâll listen to your panicked breathing with arousal but Iâd still gently whisper that youâre doing so well. Youâre doing such a good job at dying. Youâre so good at surrender, you always were. Telling you if you cramp up and fear youâll make your last moments miserable and I wouldnât want that for you.
Iâd kiss you gently as youâd be about to lose consciousness, joking that ive kissed you so much it mustâve made you light headed.
I tell you how proud of you I am. How peaceful youâre now. Breath no longer panicked.
Even after youâre unconscious Iâll stay there, holding your hand gently in my grasp. Making sure your body has the primal safety of knowing youâre not alone.
Finally once the clock tells me you should be close to dead, Iâd whisper in your ear âI give you permission to die. Youâve done so well. Iâm proud of you, Angel.â
Iâd watch your face become limp, your muscles so relaxed Iâd almost not recognise you. Your eyes peacefully closed. Iâd kiss your forehead.
Haughty vampire girl with cum and drool spilling from between her lips after getting ruthlessly throatfucked, her makeup smeared, still reeling from having her face shoved into the werewolf girl's musky crotch, only to be thrown head-down and ass-up, a hand forcing her face against the floor, drool landing on her cheek.
"Ugh, you fucking animal, unhand me you beast - AHHH!"
Then she's split open by the werewolf's girth, her eyes rolling back as it starts rutting into her, treating a thousand year-old mistress of the night like nothing more than a fleshlight...
She rubs herself desperately, legs locked around my ankle, trying in vain to force my boot tip inside her.
This is the only time I let anything touch her. I keep her well confined and locked into her cage at all times. It comes away soaking wet when she presents herself to have it removed. She knows what is coming by now.
I don't have to drag her; my fingers are wound in her hair as she crawls along as fast as her knees can push her, but I do love the ritual. She enjoys it too. I can tell. and I am eager to get on with it.
I am the only excutioner, and there is no shortage of heathens to erase. My hands are never clean. My superiors would ask that I not waste so much time. that I not save them for the evening but just do them as soon as I can.
But she must watch. she must be fed all of their oblivion, one by one. She must be last.
The first of them is forced to kneel before me and my loyal bitch is there at my feet, her legs spread. I grind my foot into her, feeling her grow hard as I twist her head around sharply, holding it in place, touching the muzzle of my side arm to the heathen's forehead, feeling her shake with sobs as I release the safety.
My pet is stroking herself desperately against me, eyes rapt with attention. "she deserves it." she moans a moment before the shot rings out and we are both coated in gore.
I stare into the ruin of the heathen's face, the open cavern of meat and struggle with such unbearable desire. "Do you deserve it, my worthless little plaything?"
"Yes Mistress." nothing but sincerity in her voice. and need. she stares up in me with adoration as she buts her forehead against my firearm eagerly. "please."
I have only let her feel desire and pleasure, and only when she watches me in my duties. her body is wracked with it. She can never reach climax. the only climax would be her end.
Her lips wrap eagerly around the muzzle and she pressed into it, forcing me to hold my arm steady as she embraces it like a lover, knocking her teeth against it in her haste.
She is making a mess on the ground beneath her, leaking and drooling, splutting untiltelligibly.
I know what she is saying. I can read it in her pleading eyes. It is what I have taught her with everything I do.
Please kill me. Please kill me. My life is yours, Mistress.
"Soon, puppy.." I stroke her hair lovingly as I extract her. "Very soon."
"did you really think it mattered?" he kicks you in the ribs and you scream. If anyone ever told you that you get used to it or that it gets better, they lied. Every kick hurts worse than the one before it. Your shaky breaths hurt too at this point.
"It doesn't matter that you cleaned everything. It doesn't matter that you hit the weight goal. It doesn't matter that you greeted in position. I hit you when I want to hit you. Is that clear?" You nod frantically and it makes your vision swim. He hit your head against floor when you asked why, and it's still making you dizzy and sick.
"Position!" he commands and you scramble onto your knees, legs spread, hands behind your head, chest pushed out. "today I'm in the mood to hurt you. And I don't want to hear a single word of protest. Remember your fucking place." You swallow, it's gonna be a long night.
i would let you keep me in a cage under your bed and spray me with a hose and kick me in the ribs every morning and night if you told me every once in a while that i was very very special and that you love me but you have to tell me you love me that's part of the deal okay? okay yayyy :)
I wish I could close fisted hit him. For now I'm only allowed to slap but I wanna slam my fist into his cheek so hard it makes him see stars for a sec. I want to hit him so hard he flinches at me lifting my arm. I want him to think twice the next time he talks back to me, because I just might hit him again.
He found you in the bedroom, face down on the mattress. You hadn't even bothered to lift your head.
You hear the rustle of clothes. Of course, he needs to change; he just got home. You hope that afterward, he'll just go about his business and leave you alone. But the bed dips under his weight as he sits on the edge beside you. A hand lands on your ass, squeezing it pointedly through your sleep shorts.
âWhy are you dressed?â he asks. Right. You're breaking the rules. Stupid, meaningless rules.
You try to blindly push his hand away.
âNot now,â you mumble into the sheets.
Your own voice sounds disgustingly hoarse. Youâve always hated it, but after hours of sobbing, it's even worse.
He brushes your hand aside.
âWhy. Are. You. Dressed?â he repeats. Slowly, one word at a time. In that cold, stern tone you sometimes like, but not now. You thought you'd cried all the tears you had, but something vile and prickly is stirring in your chest again.
He doesn't care that you feel like shit. No one does. As usual.
You clench your jaw tighter, trying to force the feeling down. Then you push yourself up on an elbow and turn your head to look him in the eye. You know you look a messâtear-streaked face, snot, red eyes⌠But fuck it. Let him look. His sex toy isn't very sexy today.
He does look. His gaze locks onto your face, scanning every centimeter. You wanted to say something cutting, but all your resolve instantly evaporates. Instead, you just sigh tiredly and answer:
âJust⌠can you not touch me today, please?â
It sounds pathetic.
âNo,â he replies curtly, with a smile, and his hand returns to your ass possessively. The smile doesn't reach his eyes. They're watching you with greed. âI want you now.â
He's only wearing his jeans. You feel his hands hook the waistband of your shorts and underwear and tug them down.
You twist around, grabbing his wrist again, trying to curl into a ball.
âI don't want it now,â you hiss. This time, less pathetic. Like an angry cat.
He doesn't even consider letting go, just lazily hooks a finger through the ring of your collar and gives it a slight tug.
âFree use,â he reminds you. âAnytime. You belong to me. You agreed to this.â
âAhhh fuck that!â you snap, your patience finally running out.
You are too exhausted to think too hard about what you're doing. You just twist and sink your teeth into his arm. You get a sharp jab in the stomach for it. You flail your fists, hitting anything you can reach, trying to scratch. Your nail accidentally catches on something on his jeans, and a sharp pain shoots through your finger, but you ignore it. You're fighting back.
As always, it's useless. You're in different weight classes, as he likes to remind youâin word and in practice. You end up on your stomach again, with him on top of you, your arm twisted behind your back to the point of pain.
âTsk, tsk, tsk. We'll have to fix that,â he says thoughtfully, and you feel a touch on that very finger that hurts. Seems you broke your nail down to the quick.
âRed!â you spit out hurriedly. Though without much hope.
He doesn't let go.
âDid you forget what safewords are for?â he asks with feigned surprise. âThis isn't a scene. I'm just going to help you so you don't hurt yourself further⌠You'll have to bear with it a little, but it's your own faultâŚâ
You barely have time to clamp your teeth down on the sheet before the torn piece of nail is ripped from the quick in one sharp motion. A nasty, sharp pain. The kind you don't like. Tears well up in your eyes again, and you whimper.
âThere now,â he notes with satisfaction. âStop resisting, or something even worse might happen to you⌠Will you be good?â
You've known him long enough to hear the threat in those words and take it seriously. Your choked 'Mhm' is enough for him. He releases your arm and gets up. He strips off your remaining clothes and tosses them somewhere on the floor. His hands grab your hips and pull you up, positioning you on your knees, so your ass is in the air. You hear the clink of a belt buckle, the sound of a zipper being undone. The click of a lube bottle opening.
No foreplay. He just positions himself behind you and pulls you onto his cock. Not in one smooth motion, of courseâyour size difference makes it somewhat difficultâbut without ceremony.
Like a fleshlight, your brain supplies.
It hurts, and it stings, and it hurts, and it stings, andâŚ
âStill so tight,â he chuckles, and starts to move.
You whimper again. Once again, you're just being used. You're always just being used. But you feel that thought, along with the pain, along with the sensation of his cock stretching your ass, starting to arouse you. As always.
âTell me why you were crying,â he says. Not asks. Demands.
What does it matter? Why not tell him. Why not tell him while he's fucking you in the ass. You have nothing left to lose.
âJust thinking about how worthless I am,â you force out. You try to sound casual, but your throat tightens again.
âOh, yeah?â he drawls, not stopping thrusting into you. âIn what way, exactly?â
You swallow with difficultyâand start talking. Everything. Literally everything. It can't get any more humiliating than it already is. You're just a walking bundle of problems. Unattractive. Defective. Worse than everyone. The one whoâs not enough. The one who's always abandoned, always cheated on, always used. Sometimes you manage to forget, to deceive yourself for a while, but it's always right there. Something always reminds you. A carelessly dropped phrase, a random memory, any fucking little thingâŚ
âAnd you're just using me, aren't you?â your tears are dripping onto the sheet. âJust⌠fucking me, and then you'll dump me. I'm not good for anything else anyway.â
You sob, your body shudders and clenchesâand clenches around his cock too. He grunts and starts moving even more sharply, his fingers digging into your hips, moving your ass back and forth, sheathing you on his length.
âKeep going, baby, I'm close,â he moans.
You turn your head and look back at him over your shoulder. A handsome face, showing pure lust. A heavy gaze, parted lips, beads of sweat on his foreheadâŚ
What did you expect to see there? What did you wish was there?
âYou make me wanna die,â you giggle through tears, through your own matching lust, the shaking, the tensionâŚ
âBut why? What's wrong now, sweetheart? You came to me yourself, remember?â he purrs in response, sensually, without a trace of sympathy. Accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.
Something inside you seems to crack.
âI just wanted you to love me!â you almost yells desperately in a final attempt to get through to him. Casting the last remnants of pride aside.
You stare at him point-blank, from below, and he looks back at you, even stopping his movement. For a moment, you almost believe he heard you.
Until a cruel smile blooms on his lips, until he reaches for you, grabs your collar, and pulls you towards him, forcing you into a kneeling upright position. He turns your head to the side to see your face, and says:
âYou know what I want? I want to cum inside you right now.â
He stares at you greedily.
The crack grows, widens, and something inside shatters, explodes into a million pieces, and he sees it.
And you can physically feel how that only turns him on even more.
He shoves you in the back, and you fall onto your elbows.
He's rutting into you violently, so fast you can't take it anymore. Your body reaches its climax almost simultaneously with his; you scream into the sheets, already soaked with your tears and drool. You feel him cumâdeep inside you.
But he doesn't stop. You know this isn't over yet.
There's not a single thought left in your head.
âŚ
You hear him leave the room. You hear the door close. Then it opens. You feel your finger being wiped with antiseptic and bandaged. You hiss softly but don't otherwise react. You hear him leave again. You hear the kettle boiling in the kitchen. You hear him walking back and forth through the apartment. Talking to someone on the phone.
You vaguely recall that yesterday you were hurt by how he was talking to someone else⌠Maybe. Your memory fails you like this all the time.
A strange thought comes to you: if you had something like a pencil within reach, you'd pierce both your eardrums just to not hear anything. But you simply don't have the energy to get up and find something suitable. A stupid idea.
The sheet beneath you is unpleasantly wet and cold from your own release. The throbbing pain in your finger is a slight distraction from the feeling.
You wish you could just not exist.
You watch the tree branches swaying in the wind outside the window. You don't feel the passage of time. Just watch as the sky darkens. The streetlights come on. It starts to snow. Big, fluffy snowflakes slowly, slowly fall down⌠You're cold. You imagine lying out there, being slowly buried by the snow.
Until the door opens and the weight and heat of another body cover you once again. You feel so small.
âDo you like it, my love?â a voice mockingly purrs in your ear as its owner forcefully pushes his cock into your tired, aching, miserable body one more time.
You're not a person. You're not even an animalâthey have at least some instinct for self-preservation. An animal would gnaw off its own paw to escape the trap you walked into willingly. You're just a worthless thing to be used, ready to serve its owner again. Things are unfamiliar with concepts like dignity.
You come home after a tiring and stressful day. I offer to draw you a bath and help you get cleaned up before bed. I undress you and help you into the warm water before undressing myself and getting in with you. I begin with gently washing and rinsing your hair while I coo at you and tell you just how pretty you are. I start washing your body, starting with your chest, taking my time while i innocently grope you and feel up your perfect tits. My hand moves down lower and I push it between your thighs, grabbing you by your jaw and forcing you to look at me while I start fingering you. I push my fingers into your mouth and watch as you suck on them while my fingers slide in and out of you. I cup your cheeks in both of my hands and grin before plunging your head down under the water, forcing my cock into your mouth and using my hand on the back of your head to force you to stay under for as long as I want. You start to thrash at me and I pull your head up, youâre crying and begging for mercy and I yell âIâm not done with you yetâ as I force you under again, pushing you down as deep as your throat will let you as I start fucking your face under the water, keeping you under for as long as I want. Just as you start to panic more from the lack of oxygen, thrashing and fighting as hard as you can I pull you up and manhandle you, putting you into doggy before I push my hard cock into your pussy and force your head down into the water again as I forcefully fuck you as hard as I can, making sure that youâre at least conscious for everything that Iâm doing to you. I pull your head out of the water again, letting you breath for a moment before I push you under again and brutally use you, pounding into your wet little hole so hard that youâre pathetically sliding all over the the bottom of the tub, you feel my cock start to throb and twitch deep inside of you as you try and fight your way to the surface again, my hand pushes you down harder keeping you underwater while I continue fucking you as I feel your body falling limp underneath me. I flood your pussy with cum, fucking you as hard as I can, draining every last drop of cum deep inside of you, and just as youâre about to black out I pull you from the water and kiss you, telling you how good of a job you did for me before I continue your bath and finish cleaning you up from what I just did to you.
i wanna be hung from the ceiling by a noose tied around my neck and used as a punching bag >< the sound of my cries and bones breaking filling the empty basement <3
Shock collars don't always need to be worn on the throat. Unwind it a bit and it will easily wrap around your thigh, or upper arm.
So today I'm going to wrap it around your thigh. We'll use the longer prongs for this, so there will always be contact no matter how much we walk about. The longer prongs will hurt more, of course. Metal does not forgive and those points will dig in and serve as a constant reminder of what's between your legs.
From there, it's a perfect correction tool for a forgetful or bratty sub.
Speak without being spoken to? Zap. Close your legs? Zap. Meet my eyes? Zap zap zap.
You hear the click of the button a split second before you're bitten. One moment to know you've displeased me and you're going to be corrected. Then the shock hits. You'll give a cute little jump and pray no one noticed.
can we talk about "I'm so proud of you" as a manipulation tactic. you pushed past your boundaries and did something you weren't comfortable with? that's amazing princess I'm so proud of you. you set aside your misgivings and let me use you in a way that made you nervous? you were so good for me baby I'm so proud of you. you faced your embarrassment head-on and did something that humiliated you? you were so brave sweetheart I'm so proud of you. good job. do it again
