19 y/o poly transfem unfortunately located in not so great britain // minors and ageless blogs DNI - transphobes/homophobes/the like you can all fast fuck off ty. // subby mess who likes hypnosis way too much and folds in a light breeze https://pleasepraise.me/iiGibbyz
Girlfailure vampire that lays in bed all day with two sets of blinds closed cuddling a pillow. And then when you come home she invites you into bed, as you pull the collar of your shirt to the side without even realizing what you're doing. As she watches you absentmindedly serve yourself to her. Enjoys the view of your exposed neck. Draws closer. Lets you feel her breath, her fingers running along it. As you realize what's about to happen, but can't seem to stop yourself from leaning into her touch. And then she sinks her fangs into you. Slowly savors the taste, licking every last drop of blood until the flow stops. Watches you get all fuzzy and emptyheaded and tells you how good you've been for her. Uses a nice, soft voice to make you even more pliable, and takes advantage of your suggestible state to remind you how lovely it feels to let her feed on you. That it's nothing more than instinct, that you could never dream of denying her the taste. And then cuddles you and praises you while playing with your hair until you come back up.
I just love the phrase “brainwashing”. Wiping and washing are making a thing clean… it’s like you’re making my brain/mind combo better with your sinister techniques, thank you! 😇
it’s such powerful and strong word and association. Imagine actually being mind wiped, your thoughts or memories wiped clean from the slate. Knowing you’ve been erased, mindwiped. Others observing you’re acting differently, expressionless, mindwiped… 😵💫😵💫
it would feel fucking amazing to wake up knowing absolutely nothing, only that It's been wiped clean. Its name, Its memories,, all gone. Its thoughts carefully removed, Its mind just a blank slate for someone to start writing on 🫠
There’s something dangerously intoxicating about being controlled without ever realizing it’s happening. Opening a harmless-looking file, only to lose hours of time and wake up with nothing but fragments of memory and a damp seat beneath me. Feeling invisible triggers buried deep in my mind suddenly take over my body dropping to the floor before I can even question why, my lips parting instinctively, desperate to obey commands I don’t fully understand.
The idea of being slowly rewritten from the inside out is addictive. Every command sinking deeper, every humiliation stripping away another layer of resistance until there’s nothing left except devotion, obedience and the overwhelming need to please. No thoughts, no pride, no control just a dumb, eager puppy waiting for the next order.
one word has it on its knees. another opens its mind like a flower, blooming before the morning sun. its eyes are glassy and its jaw slack, but it keeps its back straight and its knees together. it is a good hound. it lives to obey.
"it loves Me. you love Me," and the way its eyes suddenly focus sends shivers down My spine. its pupils dilate, its breathing speeds up, it almost starts to wag its tail.
another few words bring it back to its own awareness, and I savor the look on its face as it realizes I really do have that much control. that it really does love Me.
i’ve been craving the thought of you in that leather restraint chair all day. unable to move an inch, spread out at my mercy. my toy to play with. but I also love the anticipation right before any of it begins.
i guide you toward the chair with my hand resting lightly against your lower back, smiling every time you look at me with that mixture of curiosity and nervous excitement. you're trying so hard to be brave, pretending your heart isn't racing.
“still with me?” i'd ask softly. you nod. “words pretty girl” “yes” “good” i'd help you out of your clothes gently. kissing you until you’re soft and trusting under my hands. you stand there, shivering with needy excitement, obeying every single word i say while i guide you to the chair. i settle you into it, taking our time never rushing. every buckle, every strap is fastened with care, pausing after each one to brush my thumb across your skin. “too tight?” “no.” “you'll tell me if that changes?” “i promise” “good girl”
only then do i finish securing your wrists and ankles, stepping back just enough to admire how beautiful you look… exposed. watching the rise and fall of you chest. you test the cuffs instinctively, pulling against them before looking back at me. a tiny smile tugs at my lips at your little attempt to test the restraint. “i was wondering how long that would take”
you let out a small embarrassed laugh. “i had to check.” “i know” i walk back over, smoothing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “and?”“they're... secure” “they are”
for a long moment, i don't do anything else. i simply look at you. the silence stretches just long enough for your imagination to begin doing most of the work. “you look stunning like this” i whisper. “and so trusting”
leaning down, i whisper a reassuring reminder against your ear. “remember your safe word, alright? use it if it genuinely gets to be too much, but otherwise you belong entirely to me tonight” you nod against the headrest, looking up at me with those blown out eyes that I love. i trace a slow path up your inner thigh. you let out a sigh, relaxing under my touch, thinking this is just going to be a gentle torment.
for a while, i stay soft. a hand under your chin, a kiss against your forehead, slow breaths. i let the room settle until you're no longer thinking about the chair at all. only me, my voice. only waiting.
and that's exactly when the atmosphere changes. my hand lingers on your thigh a little longer before i step back. my smile becomes quieter, more knowing, you can tell I’m scheming.
“you've been wondering when i'm going to stop being nice” your breath catches. “maybe” “i thought so” i start circling the chair, taking it all in, my footsteps the only sound in the room.
“you've got quite the imagination don't you? already reacting and i haven't even done anything” i stop behind you, my fingers resting on the armrest beside your hand.
“you know what's interesting? the chair isn't what's keeping you still anymore, you are. you've stopped testing the restraints altogether” your cheeks warm immediately.
“i'm not...” “no?” i walk back into your view, tilting my head. “you haven't interrupted me once. you've answered every question. and every time i tell you to breathe...” you unconsciously inhale. “you do. see?” you hide your face for half a second, laughing under your breath. “that wasn't fair”
“no it wasn't baby. but neither was pretending you weren't going to melt the second i started paying more attention” i step closer, lifting your chin until you're looking at me once more. my expression softens, giving you a reassuring smile. brushing my thumb across your cheek. “there you are. you don't have to perform for me. you don't have to guess what i'm thinking. you just have to stay here with me.”
“i can do that” you whisper.
“i know you can.” i say as my hands grip your hips a little harder. suddenly switching from the soft caresses i've been giving you. and the energy shifts once again.
“don't even think about fighting the restraints when i start sweetheart. you’re just going to bruise your pretty skin, and we both know you’re too weak to break them anyway.”
instead of going straight for your favorite toy, i start with just my fingers, teasing you. trailing my fingertips over your stomach, down your hips, i'm barely brushing the edges of your wetness until you're whimpering and tilting your hips up to find my hand. “please... touch me” you beg, your wrists straining slightly against the leather. “let me see how ready you are for me.”
i take my time with the buildup, letting the tension stretch out until it feels too heavy and intoxicating. until you lose patience. i start by painting your slickness all over your already hyper sensitive skin, using a single finger to trace light circles right above your clit to tease a little more, never truly giving you the pressure you're visualizing. you let out little gasps as you feel the heat building, a pulling ache settling right between your thighs.
i finally slide two fingers inside you, a slow and deep stretch that makes your whole body go rigid against the chair, your face filling with absolute pleasure and relief the second you finally get what you've been needing.
i move them in long strokes, listening to the wet sounds echoing in the room, matching my rhythm to those shallow pants catching in your throat. my thumb moves to your clit, applying a bit more friction that rocks right against your core, intentionally pooling all that heavy tension behind my knuckles. i can feel your internal muscles twitching and squeezing around my fingers. your body getting hotter, heavier and so tight as the fluid builds up in waves.
“you feel that, sweetheart? you’re so full, poor thing” i whisper, pressing down on your lower stomach, feeling you twitch against my palm. you’re crying out, your head rolling side to side as you try to ride the rhythm. “let it out. squirt for me, princess. show me how wet you get just from my hands.”
that’s when i add the vibrator. the second the wand presses over my fingers against your clit, your body jolts. the intensity finally breaks you. you’re helplessly squirting and climaxing at the exact same time, shattering into a violent release, fluid soaking my hand as you scream my name. “there you go, i’ve got you. just like that. you did so good for me, baby” i praise softly, keeping the toy locked in place for just a few more seconds to ride out the pulsing before i finally pull back, letting you catch your breath.
you collapse against the chair panting, eyes closed, completely limp. you think the punishment is over and we’re taking a break. i just look down at your shivering thighs, giving you only a few seconds of peace before i slide my wet fingers right back inside you, picking up the pace right through the hyper sensitivity.
the sudden overstimulation makes you panic, your wrists instantly straining and slamming against the leather as you try to lift your hips away from my hand. “no wait please... i can’t” you sob. “where are you trying to go baby?” i say amused, looking up at your tear stained face. “shhh you can take it. you can take it for me because you’re my good girl aren’t you?”
“yes... yes i am” you manage to choke out, your fingers desperately gripping the armrests. “then show me, and take it.”
i push my fingers deeper, anchoring your hips down while my thumb applies more pressure, forcing your overstimulated body straight into a second orgasm.
when i finally pull my hand back, i wipe the tears from your cheeks while you lay there completely ruined. “don't close your eyes yet pretty thing. i know you have one more in you and it’s going to serve as a very good lesson”
you violently flinch as my hand hovers right back over your soaked skin, your body instinctively straining back into the leather seat, trying to find any inch of distance you can. i just press my palm flat against your thigh, holding you down. “stay still baby. there’s nowhere for you to go is there?” you just shake your head in defeat, a whine catching in your chest while you stare at me through your lashes.
i lean in closer, watching the way your core is still visibly twitching, unable to settle. “there’s still more that needs to come out isn’t there?” i whisper, my thumb grazing your slick hood. “no... no there isn't” you sob, your voice cracking and pleading. “but you still feel so full, princess... why is that? and you’re still dripping wet for me. are you sure you don’t need more? because your body is saying otherwise”
you have absolutely no defense left as i dive back down between your pinned wide thighs, replacing my fingers with my mouth to give you the final act you didn't even know you were begging for. when my tongue hooks flat against your clit, your whole torso arches off the chair, your moans turning into screams because it's completely too much to handle and i know it. I know I’m being relentless, treating your overstimulation like a playground, using you like a toy for my own entertainment but I also know how much you love it despite the sobs.
“hey” my voice low and filled with amusement. “look at me princess. look at me” you blink your eyes open, breathing in shallow gasps, your hips twitching as you try to find my mouth again. “didn’t you just tell me there was nothing left?” i tease, brushing my thumb over your soaked thigh. “didn’t you say you were all empty? but look at you now. begging me to finish you off.”
“please...” you sob, your wrists desperately straining against the leather cuffs. “please don’t stop I need it…i can’t take it anymore, I’m so close”
“i know baby I know” i lean back down, my breath hot against your swollen skin. “i knew you had it in you. you’ve got one more beautiful mess to make for me don’t you? your body doesn't know how to lie to me.” you let out a broken whine, tired of the teasing, your head thrashing against the headrest.
“then show me baby. come on. let it out one last time. show me how much you lied to me. cum for me princess. let it all out right now.”
i’m swirling and drinking you in while my fingers slide back inside, thumb rubbing your clit. you are crying, fisting the cuffs as i drive you straight through the sensory overload into a third climax that completely empties you out under my tongue.
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when i finally lift my head, the only sound left in the room is your trembling breathing. your head is thrown back against the headrest and you are completely limp. i look at you for a second, my heart aces with so much affection before immediately leaning up to press a few soft kisses all over your face, catching the tears on your cheeks, kissing your forehead, your eyelids and your swollen lips until you finally let out a tiny chuckle.
“there you are” I say smiling softly. “hey princess. breathe for me baby. you’re all done. i’ve got you”
i start unlocking the restraints, when the leather clicks open, your hands immediately fly to my neck. you hold onto me like your life depends on it, burying your face right into my shoulder, whimpering softly as the sudden rush of circulation hits your skin.
“shhh i know, i've got you. you did so good for me” i whisper, kissing the side of your neck. “are you okay? I’m gonna carry you alright?”
you mumble a sleepy yes against my skin and i lift you right out of the chair. you’re so exhausted and heavy in my arm. your head resting against my chest while i carry you over to the edge of the bed. i grab the glass of water from the nightstand, holding it up to your lips and tilting it gently.
“drink a little bit sweetheart. take your time” you sip it eyes closed, a little giggle catching in your throat when i use my thumb to wipe a stray drop from your chin.
“my head is completely fuzzy” you whisper, leaning your forehead against mine, your eyes still half closed. “you might’ve ruined me”
“good. that was the whole point” i tease, brushing your messy hair out of your face and kissing the tip of your nose. “come here, we’re gonna go get you into a warm shower okay? let’s wash all this off”
i guide you to your feet, but your knees immediately buckle, your thighs still shaking from the overstimulation that you can barely stand. i catch you easily, laughing softly against your neck as i pick you right back up to carry you into the bathroom. the warm water fills the space with steam and i hold you close under the spray, using a cloth to gently wash your skin, making sure to rub your aching thighs. you're just leaning into me, sighing softly, completely safe and taken care of.
once you're clean and wrapped in an oversized shirt, i carry you back to bed. pulling the blankets up over both of us and tucking you tightly against my chest. you curl your legs into mine, your face right under my chin.
i slide a hand down to gently massage the sore muscles of your thigh and you let out a dramatic whine, hiding your face in my neck.
“i’m gonna be so incredibly sore tomorrow” you complain sleepily. “you’re literally going to have to carry me everywhere. my thighs are already aching.”
i let out a laugh, my heart melting as i rub slow circles into your thigh. “is that so? you're gonna think of me every time you try to stand up at work?”
“shut up” you mumble but you’re smiling, pressing a few kisses against my collarbone. “yes. every single step is going to be a very painful reminder of how mean you were to me.”
“i was being so sweet…maybe a little mean, only because you love it” i whisper back, tightening my grip around your waist and pulling you closer so there is zero space between us. “but i'll take care of you all day i promise. go to sleep baby”
Just obeying every command from your owner~ no need to think for yourself~ you're made to serve your owner~ to be a dumb pet~ to live for their pleasure~ always being horny~ always ready~ caged or not~ not that it's up to you anyways~
Coming home after a long day and my Affini notices how drained and stressed I seem so she pets her lap and ask for a quick kiss.
Upon kissing she instead forces my mouth wide as she exhales a gas into me, making my body go slightly numb and weak.
"Sweet girl, let's flush out that stress hmm?" She says before stripping me, holding me against her as her vines curl around my body.
Gently flowery vines prodding at my ass before slipping inside, curling and pressing my g spot while a thinner, sap covered vine slithers its way into my gock, sounding me.
Vines around my body curl my tits, squeezing my nipples and thorns pressing into it.
A flower stuffed into my mouth, slowly releasing more spores to ensure the tingly good feeling doesn't wear off.
She strokes my hair as she tells me what a good girl I am for her, how cute I am when I shake and cry from pleasure for her amusement~
gosh like, i used to be a drone, but fell out of it, having to be a person more often, but,, i cant stop thinking about being a drone again, relapsing, sense of self quieting a new purpose,,
as a noted camera pervert, the idea of giving a girl a trigger to get just a little fuzzier, or drop just a little deeper, when she hears the nice heavy *click* of the mechanical shutter is a really nice one that I think about from time to time.
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