You can call me Rosie (She/They) and this blog is for myself and others who prefer women orientated/focused content in the mc.yt space
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This is a drama free zone first and foremost. Drop your bigotry at the door or be blatantly ignored.
Give me femslash/wlw/sapphic/lesbian content requests and ill do my best to fufill them to the best of my abilities!
This is my new years resolution. Im tired of the lack of femslash content so 2024 is gonna be me making the content i and hopefully other wlw like myself want to see!
I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly
I’m so glad you asked! Let me list off what I’ve got for you:
Books I personally recommend:
- The New Topping Book and The New Bottoming Book, by Dossie Easton and Janet W. Hardy
If you’re having kinky sex at all, you need to read at least one of these two books. Point blank. They’ll teach you the very basics of negotiating properly (which is critical!), and help you identify what you are and aren’t into.
- Mindfucking Mindfully, by Sir Ezra
Where this book really shines isn’t actually in helping you “mindfuck” people, it’s in taking a close look at how to do so ethically. It’s a great answer to the question “how do I get someone to consent to something and still surprise and shock them with it?”
- Real Service by Raven Kaldera and Joshua Tenpenny
This is a slightly niche pick but there simply isn’t a better book on the subject. It’s written from a 24/7 M/s perspective, which is not what I do, but the book itself is an indispensable guide to giving and receiving service. The phrase “if the Master doesn’t want it, it isn’t service” will be burned into my psyche for quite some time. I love this book a lot. Maybe my favorite out of all of these.
- Enough To Make You Blush: Exploring Erotic Humiliation, by Princess Kali
This one’s high on my reading list; I’ve heard it recommended by a number of people whose opinions on these things I trust.
- Pretty Much Anything Midori Has Ever Done
Midori is a great resource for this stuff - I haven’t personally read much of her work, but she’s a well known sex educator and great at what she does. She’s known for bondage, but has a lot of range beyond that.
- This Negotiations Worksheet from Bex Talks Sex
This is what I default to using a lot of the time for negotiations. Forget BDSMtest, you don’t need that, it’s no good. Just look through this worksheet’s wordbank with your partner. Big fan especially of the “how do you want to feel?” section.
Books I can kind of recommend:
- The Ultimate Guide to Kink, edited by Tristan Taormino
This book is weird. There’s a lot of good info for experienced players, but some of what’s written here skeeves me out. I think if I had a top that thought the way some of the tops in here think, they would not be topping me for long. But there’s some good techniques and so on to pick up that I wouldn’t have otherwise. I liked the distinction one of the authors makes between being sadistic in the sense of inflicting pain and being sadistic in the sense of doing something your sub doesn’t “enjoy.”
- The Ritual of Dominance and Submission, by David English
Man, this book fucking sucks. The writing and editing are garbage, and the fear and protocol play described need way more careful negotiation than he ever lets on, let alone recommends. This is some 50 Shades bullshit. The only time I recommend this book is to tops like me who tend to be very affirming to their partners and need a guide on how to really scare them - when their partner consents and when you negotiate it, which this book sucks at teaching you. Really good content on fear, punishment, and protocol play, really terrible presentation of the topic though. Don’t read this if you don’t already know what you’re doing.
- Paradigms of Power, by Raven Kaldera
I love this book. Great book. Very focused on 24/7 M/s play though, and, being an anthology, some chapters are better than others. If you can’t read something and pick out what is and isn’t for you, don’t bother. But some really great inspiration, and generally pretty well written. Big fan of the discussion of leather throughout the book.
Hope some of these are helpful for people ^-^ for the average person reading this I recommend New Bottoming/Topping, but they’re all important parts of my library and I’ve recommended all of them to friends at some point or another.
May I also suggest Hell on Wheels and Kneeling in Spirit by Raven Kaldera, d/s companion books that address kink with a disability. They're a should read for everyone, imo. You never know when you or a partner are going to have changes in your body that affect what you can physically do. Temporary illness/injury and even just age can affect your sex life.
I'd like to suggest Better Bondage for Every Body! It goes really in depth on anatomy, pain processing, self-tying, and has chapters specifically focusing on how to do rope bondage on/for someone who is disabled or has chronic pain, which was really important to me.
god now I'm obsessed with Tina treating this new Bagi so lovingly, so a lot of kissing and praising. Tina's still a freak so I bet she would ask her to call her mommy or something...
INCHERESTING. well. good news so am i —
“You wanna try?” Tina croons, threading her fingers through Bagi’s head of all-white hair. Bagi leans into the scratch of nails over her scalp, jaw slack with pleasure.
She rolls and rocks down onto Tina’s lap, a litany of soft gasps spilling from her lips each time her ribbed and knotted cock tugs through her insides. Tina told her to go slow, to take her time— But Bagi’s finding that who she was before was driven by spite.
Her entrance flutters around her cock, and Bagi heaves with breath, her back to Tina’s front, “M-Maybe—“ Her words pitter off into a whine. Tina’s hands have slipped over her stomach, squeezing her tits or smoothing down the vee of her hip towards her swollen clit—
“You don’t have to, angel,” Tina reminds her, dragging her slow moving lips over Bagi’s nape, “It just made you happy before.”
Her stomach twists into knots, “It did?”
Tina hums against her spine, pressing a kiss to her shoulder blade, “It did. You loved being my kitty.” She says, “And I loved making you purr. My beautiful girl, my perfect, brave, angel.”
Bagi’s head spins. Maybe it’s the thick cock she’s warming, or the way Tina’s words coil in her ear, singing and dancing with praise, but she believes her without a single thread of doubt.
Tina’s palm smoothes over the small bump of her cock bulging from her tummy, “In your time. There’s no rush, honey.”
“But— I—“ Bagi’s face is hot, her mouth dry with each pushed croak, “I w-want to, mommy.”
Tina’s cock throbs inside of her, her nails tightening around her hips. She inhales sharply. “Oh,” Tina sighs, breathy and warm against her skin, “Good girl. My angel. My brave, brave, angel.”
Bagi moans, voice clipping as Tina lifts her gently off her hips, just enough to feel the emptiness that her cock leaves in it’s wake.
In her shock, she cries out, “Mommy!” And Bagi’s sinking back down onto her cock, raised, sank, thrust and pulled like a toy for her mamae—
“I think you deserve a reward for that.” Tina coos, and her fingers does a sharp circle of her clit.
the thing i immediately LOVE about the pale garden and the creaking is that it kinda feels to me like they're trying to emulate the creep factor that old minecraft had. the low visibility, the emptiness, the unfamiliar sounds, the feeling that something else is there just out of sight... the same elements that led to the rise of herobrine and other stories, and are now seeing a resurgence with the rise of args and digital horror series. looking into a dark forest and seeing a set of glowing eyes staring back at you is the exact same horror that herobrine was built on. seeing them showcase this biome felt like a throwback all the way to back when i first booted up the game more than a decade ago and felt an immense sense of unease as i looked to the horizon, and i absolutely cannot wait to get my hands on this update.
It really should surprise No one that Bagi picks a cat for her petplay style. It’s the complete opposite of what she needs to be for everyone else. Instead of being friendly, social, intelligent— She can just be a dumb little kitten. Bagi doesn’t need to think about clues and taking care of herself, making sure she’s eating and showering and harboring the mountain of guilt that rests on her shoulders this way.
Cats don’t need to be social, they don’t need to appeal and slobber and follow every clue and heed and call that someone says she must; She can be defiant. Difficult.
And that’s okay. It doesn’t get Bagi in trouble, it doesn’t cause backlash from her friends, it doesn’t mean she’s fucked up again and ruined it because Bagi always- she must- ruin it—
It’s why sometimes it feels like she needs Tina more than she needs breathing.
She needs, on a deeper metaphorical and on a surface level, to shuck off her coat and be pruned of silly things like thoughts. Words. Opinion.
Tina reaches out to gently tap the bell hanging around her throat.
It jingles in lockstep with Tina’s chiming giggle, kind, “My kitty.” She croons, and Bagi can feel her inhibitions melt away, slophing off like a second skin, “You’re mommy’s pretty kitty, aren’t you, angel?
Bagi lets out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Her eyes slide shut, her chin resting on Tina’s knee.
It’s the perfect angle for Tina to card her fingers through her hair and Bagi doesn’t need to say a word for her to indulge in it.
Tina’s always thought her nails were too sharp, she kept trying to file them down into blunted tips to keep her from being scratched.
Bagi, personally, believes they’re the perfect length to itch along her scalp.
Tina’s already gotten her to shuck her shorts and shirt, just barely managing to struggle off her bra and underwear while Bagi was tipping between headspaces.
Which was technically, in Bagi’s righted headspace, Tina’s fault, since she kept cooing and commenting how much she loved having her kitty with her. How was Bagi not supposed to drop?
Especially with her wandering hands—
“Up! You want up?” Tina chirps questioningly, patting her thigh.
Bagi lets out a slow breath though her nose, rubbing her cheek along Tina’s knee. She’s thinking. Or at least trying to., “It’ll be much more comfy than the floor, angel.”
Tina pushes herself a little further onto the bed. It’s not a strict denial, but it’s much harder to press against her this way.
Languished and betrayed, Bagi knees up onto the bed besides Tina.
The bell and collar jingle, the small bows Tina’s lovingly tied onto it brushing over her skin.
Her head dips to the exposed skin of her stomach, nosing against it with a contented purr.
A single thought pops in the arrayment of bubbles still fizzing in her skull; I love her so much. She’s so pretty.
Tina’s nail itches behind her ear, and Bagi leans into it till she’s lying on top of her, bones feeling more like mush, “There we go. Good kitty, my perfect little kitty.” It’s like a shot straight to Bagi’s gut, and she nuzzles into her chest.
There’s no shortage of possessive desire soaking Tina’s voice and Bagi preens in it. She bathes in the attention, the lathing of Tina’s hands and touch across her bare skin.
She gently brushes the pad of a finger over her mound, dipping just below the v of her hip, “You need mommy, kitty?”
She stops short of pushing into her folds, only brushing along the outside bush and the sensitive skin of her thighs. Bagi’s known her long enough to know it’ll stay that way unless she does something.
And, generally, Bagi doesn’t need her like that for this.
Bagi’s sexual desires slip between her fingers like sand, as does Tina’s, and the occasion where the two of them line up is considered a miracle.
But today must be their lucky day. Bagi rocks her hips into her touch, drawing up enough coherency to nod, purring into her skin.
It must be something in the air, because Tina’s already reaching for their bedside table, hands stretching to clasp around one of the toys stashed nearby for special occasions like this.
Bagi pushes onto her knees, hips raised to give space for Tina to tease the rubber toy between her slick folds.
She moves slow, frustratingly so, easing the tip inside her at a snail’s pace.
Bagi has half a mind to rock down onto it, till Tina reminds her gently; “Mommy’s got you, angel. I’ll take care of it, just lay still.”
Bagi’s mewl goes muffled into the sheets, right next to Tina’s ear. A noise that only grows louder as Tina starts pumping it in and out, one hand still laced through Bagi’s hair, “Does that feel good, kitty? God—“ Tina’s breath wobbles, “I wish you could see this. You’re so wet, angel.”
She adjusts her grip, angling the head into her g-spot.
Her purrs are intercut with mewling moans, her body shaking. She angles herself, trying to hungrily feel more, more, more—
Bagi stuffs her arms around Tina, holding her tight, entranced with the hypnotic sway of thrusts.
Bagi’s clipped moans must eventually be too much, even for Tina, because she pulls out the toy (firmly ignoring her annoyed yowl) and drags her hips up till Bagi’s sat with her thighs over Tina’s ears, sitting on her face.
Surprise catches her off guard, the prickles of pleasure winding tight as Tina spares no time licking and sucking through her folds, drawing her clit into a tight suction between her lips—
With a shriek, Bagi cums, rocking her hips over Tina’s face till even her nose is wet with slick.
She’s shivering, working through the waves of afterglow, when Tina’s tongue darts out to clean whatever’s remained on her lips. “Good job, kitty! My pretty kitty—“
She croons, not a glint of shame in her eyes as she looks up towards Bagi’s bent form, “I think you have a couple more in you, right?”
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4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
"Tina," Bagi gasps, trying to buck her hips up, but pain lances through her side and she hisses.
"Shh, shh," Tina whispers, her mouth pressed to Bagi's neck. Her hand come up to rest on Bagi's side, right over the bandages wrapped around her abdomen, a thin line of blood staining the gauze. "Careful. I don't want to rip your stitches."
Bagi whines as Tina's thick tentacle cock moves inside her. "Tina, please, I can take it."
Tina shakes her head, pressing another soft kiss to Bagi's neck. "I don't want to hurt you."
But I want you to hurt me, is the thought that races through Bagi's head, but Tina's cock moves in her, pressing in further than anything's ever been before, and her thoughts turn to static.
Bagi wraps her arms around Tina's back. The hard stone of the floor of Soulfire's base makes her back ache, but they don't have much to make the floor more comfortable. All they have is Bagi's jacket, and it is thick, but not thick enough to cushion the floor. Bagi grunts as the stone digs into her spine.
"Shh," Tina whispers again, wrapping her arms around Bagi's back, and then Bagi gasps as she's moved, lifted upright, and then she's sitting in Tina's lap, gravity pulling her onto Tina's cock down to the base. Tina settles against the wall, still kissing all along Bagi's throat.
"I've got you, angel," Tina mutters.
Bagi shudders, leaning forward to rest her forehead against Tina's shoulder. She's never felt this full before. She doesn't have the energy to move, and if she tries, pain lances through her entire side. She just slumps against Tina's front.
Tina's hand brushes against her bandages. "I'm sorry I wasn't there," she whispers. "If I was, I would have killed Cellbit for stabbing you. I would have raised hell."
Bagi wants to say something, it wasn't his fault, it's the nature of the competition, they're all working towards the same thing and he's just misguided and angry, but she pushes that down. She knows. She knows she's too defensive of him, she knows she needs to stop making excuses for him.
Besides, he doesn't matter right now. Right now, all that matters is Tina, the gentle kisses she's lavishing Bagi's skin with, and the cock spearing Bagi open.
Tina noses at her jaw, and Bagi tilts her head to give her more access. "Let me take care of you, angel," Tina says softly.
Bagi whimpers and nods, relaxing into Tina's grip and Tina begins to slowly rock her hips up into Bagi, her tentacle still squirming inside Bagi's cunt, pressing against her g-spot. Tina sucks a mark into Bagi's skin. Bagi moans, her claws digging into Tina's back as Tina begins to fuck her a little bit faster.
Pearl becoming addicted to being a hucow, and wonders why doesn't everyone with udders try it? Cmon Gem, you'll love it! Even if she doesn't, she'll learn to <3- 🍰
Gem is kind of... stuffy. A prude. As much as she's made Crystal Cliffs less strict and traditionalist than it used to be, she's still a headmistress of magic in the end. She has a reputation to uphold! Magic has rules! And she's so judgemental!
Really, Pearl thinks she could loosen up. She needs to relax! And honestly, nothing is as relaxing as emptying her udders... the constant milking had worked, inducing lactation and the milk fattening her teats up until they were heavy and stressful - and just leaning onto the metal brace, tits hanging freely and milk siphoning out of them - it's addicting. She doesn't just want to be treated like a dairy cow. She loves it.
She still goes out as normal, even if her tits are big enough now that theyre all anyone looks at, and the way Gem glares at her for it... gosh. You'd think that wizard had a stick up her ass, grimacing at Pearl's pride and joy. Not like Gem was any better! She was stacked! She just wore those stupid robes that covered her head to toe and squeezed her tits into baggy clothes to hide them.
She's clearly destined to be a cow, even if she doesn't know it. Even if she rolls her eyes and looks disgusted whenever Pearl shows up with her cleavage spilling out of her top.
And Pearl just needs to show her the way.
She brings Gem down to the barns in the Gilded Hilenthia on a half-truth, giving her a tour, showing her all they do with their hands instead of with magic. She makes Gem leave her staff and hat at home, insisting that it isn't needed in the farms. At the end, she gives Gem the same surprise Sausage gave her - blindfolding her and leading her down to the milking machines.
Gem, though, doesn't get put in the metal stocks. Instead, Pearl asks for her to put her arms above her head, and without warning, cuffs her to a suspension hook. Gem squeals and thrashes around and protests, blind and scared, and Pearl only hums as she tapes a gag over the stubborn wizard's mouth. After all, spoken spells can be a problem!
Gem can't even protest as Pearl feels her up, unbuttoning the clasps on her robe, letting her tits spill out into the fresh air. Pearl praises her fat udders, hefts them in her hands, swings them around and lets Gem's tits smack together. The noise it makes and Gem's squealing into the gag make Pearl blush, and she gets distracted trying to make Gem squeak like that again. Pinches her teats, pulls on her udders and slaps them around like playing with stresstoys.
Gem is sweaty and panting and whimpering by the time Pearl stops, writhing from where she was suspended. Pearl tells Gem she'll stop smacking around her udders if she lets her milk them, and receives an enthusiastic nod in response. Pleased, Pearl winds a ribbon around the base of each udder, tight and bruising, Gem's tits swollen and sensitive, the wizard screeching from behind her gag. She hooks up the machine to Gem's teats with an approving whistle, turns up the pump so it's quick and insistent and pumps Gem's nipples relentlessly. Gem's screams are muffled and adorable, and Pearl gives her a quick slap on the ass and says she'll check on her when she's finished pumping her own cow udders... maybe!
Sensory deprived other than the constant sucking on her fat, sensitive udders, Gem's mind breaks very, very quickly. By the time Pearl bothers checking on her again, girly cum is drenching Gem's dress, her legs are shaking, and her screams have moved into pretty moans - just as Pearl wanted.
She praises Gem for embracing her role as a cow, presses a kiss to her teat, and reassures her she'll turn the machine off... eventually! She's got a meeting to get to with Lady Katherine, who's been ever so curious about keeping alliances with her fellow emperors...
