sky blue lacoste

multi-muse, multi-verse indie smut rp. everything is open unless otherwise indicated, including IM rp.   all muns and muses must be 18+

[memekinking]

Inbox me; "Kinky..." and I'll generate a number between 1 - 70.

VERY NSFW!! 18+ ONLY!!

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[kneesoxss-blog]

He waits in silence for her to gather her thoughts and reply to him. For all that he plays the hot-tempered middle aged man, inside he is as cold and ancient as the furthest reaches of the universe. He can sit still in the dark for as long as it takes for a little light to reach him, so long as he has the promise of extinguishing it in the end. He's half-certain he's already extinguished her light. She's obviously smart and well-trained. She'll figure out his games soon enough, and he'll give her a collar and regulate her to some ill-used corner of his house, as he does the rest of the girls.           Her reply, then, is a delight - not that it does her any good. "You ungrateful cunt!" he snarls, bringing his belt down on her lower belly. She a little wisp of a girl, hardly enough fat on her to keep her alive in this cool room, so he is careful not to hit her too hard where it might bruise her inner organs. He doesn't expect her to thank him for that. "You lying, disrespectful little whore." This time, the belt catches the skin directly above her pussy, and the sound of it makes him laugh. "Or are you just too fucking stupid to count that high? Did they not teach you maths at the whorehouse?" He dragged the belt along her labia. "Would you like me to teach you? Say, 'Yes, Master, please teach this idiot cumslut how to count,' and I will."

[kneesoxss-blog]

ooc ;;

do this poor, drug-added girl a favor and like this post if I owe you a reply?? you’re angels.  all of you.

[kneesoxss-blog]

If the slave could see through her tears, Heath was sure she would notice the way his cock twitched with the sound of her sobbing. He dropped the spreader bar, using both hands to fold his belt in half, and then picked it up again. "Pull it together, cunt," he said, his voice a sharp command. He needed her to be able to speak for the next part of the evening's events, so he paused for her to catch her breath.          Then he began speaking to her again in a low, menacingly calm voice, relish evident in every syllable.  “You will not contradict me again,” he said.  “Do you understand me?  You are an object, lower than the socks I used to jack off into in junior high, because at least they had two purposes.  You have only one, and that is to obey, got it, cunt?”  He brought the belt down hard on the outside of her thigh to emphasize his point.  “Now, I think you’ll get two lashes for every dick you’ve ever had in your mouth, and four for every one in your ass.  You’ll count them, and you’ll thank me for them, and if you lie, then I’ll just keep going until you decide to be honest.  Got it, cunt?” he asked, bringing the belt down on the outside of her other thigh.  “How many was it?”

[kneesoxss-blog]

He stands still, hands on his hips like a teacher waiting for his least-promising pupil to stutter out her answer to a particularly challenging question. Trying to pretend the sight of her struggling to her knees isn't painfully arousing. Trying to hide how good her soft little hands feel on his hard cock - almost as good as her tongue, which is tentative at first but growing more confident by the minute. It is abundantly clear that she has been practicing, and it's good. So, so fucking good, but she's a slave, not a new girlfriend, and the only praise she'll ever get will be doled out strictly to fuck with her head.           He looks at Arthur and laughs.  “Look at this eager little cockslut,” he says derisively.  “You heard how she begged for you a minute ago, bet she’s taken hundreds of dicks in every hole but her cunt and begged for more.”  Reaching down, he wraps one large hand around her small throat and uses it to lift her off his cock.  “Isn’t that right, bitch?  You worthless, disgusting little cum rag.  Didn’t I warn you not to lie to me?”           He tosses her backwards and aims a kick at her outer thigh.  “Didn’t I tell you you wouldn’t like what I do with whores that have been used up before they get to me?”  He leans down and grabs the spreader bar, using it to lift both her legs off the floor with one hand.  “Stupid cunt was too eager to even pretend she hadn’t done this before.”  With his free hand, he reached down to unfasten his belt.  “You’re going to count every lash for me.”

[luxware]

Carbon Bugatti Veyron

[so-many-aesthetics]

when the fox hears the rabbit scream, he comes a-runnin’ but not to help.

[kneesoxss-blog]

hey everyone!  just wanted to give you a heads up:  i’m on a BUNCH of medicines for a neck/spinal cod injury (and probably will be for the next month) and having a really hard time focusing.  if it seems like i’m ignoring you or if i miss something, it’s 99% likely to be unintentional.  just poke me again, please.  thanks for your patience.

[musingpoetry]

At times I think I’ll be alright

                                            that feeling normally passes

[sickmarla]

[derek-foreal]

i am the kind of person who says hi to dogs

[techtvhottie]

[kneesoxss-blog]

Oh, he thinks, a powerful hunger stirring inside him. He'd had plans for her tonight. She isn't the first slave girl he's bought at auction and she won't be the last. After so many have passed through his hands, he's developed a pattern for breaking them in, and it involves making his cock such a sought-after treat that they'll do anything he asks in order to be allowed to do the one thing he purchased them to do. It's a method that works, and yet - she's never touched a dick before. Not even just to suck it. And he wants so desperately to own every part of her, every first time, that he can't resist.           “Arthur,” he calls, and the man hurries forward.  In a normal session, this would be where Arthur got a blow job while Heath critiqued the girl’s form, so the disappointment on his face when he receives his next command is understandable.  “Help her down, and hold her up if she needs it.”  Arthur releases the girl’s hands from their shackles and hovers nearby as Heath orders her to, “Kneel, cunt.  Show me what they taught you, and if you’re very good, you’ll get a bed and your very own blanket tonight.”

[kneesoxss-blog]

Heath chuckles.  “Of course you would, cunt,” he murmurs into her ear, his voice growing dark and almost hypnotic.  He’s read the thin file the slavers gave him on her so many times he has practically committed it to memory, and while he doesn’t believe a single word told to him by people who traffic in flesh, he decides to try to put it to use now.  “It’s what you were made for.  It’s why your daddy sold you away, because he couldn’t stand to know that such a filthy, depraved whore lived under his roof, isn’t that right?”  He nipped at the soft skin below her earlobe.           “But I can,” he added, slipping a second finger inside her and curling it forward against her g-spot.  “That’s why I brought you home.  You and I were made for each other, my little pain slut.”  He hands the ice pack back to Arthur and kisses the skin it once covered, lips hard against her bruise.  “Did they teach you how to please a man?  Tell me what you can do.”

[quotemadness]

Feelings are like blankets, covering you up so you can’t see clearly, or like mazes you can too easily get lost inside. I am terrified of getting lost.

Corey Ann Haydu (via quotemadness)

[kneesoxss-blog]

ooc ;;

i don’t have muse for anyone but heath right now.  if you’d like a thread with him, hmu!!  if not, i promise i’ll get to you as soon as my other muses return.

[kneesoxss-blog]

He grips her ass and tugs her forward in her chains, dragging her body tight against his so she can’t miss the way his cock twitches when she confirms that she’s intact, untainted.  “Good,” he murmurs directly into her ear, placing a little kiss on her earlobe.  “I would hate for you to find out what I do with damaged goods sold to me at full price.”  He pauses, shifting his shoulders slightly for the pleasure of knowing the silk is stimulating her taught nipples, then slides one hand down her bare side from her waist to her hip and across her lower bely.           “It’s always best to be certain, though,” he said, dragging his fingers down to her cunt and across her lower lips.  He’s pleased but unsurprised to find them slick with arousal.  “You’re a little pain slut, aren’t you?” he purrs as he forces one finger into her opening, finding her tight and slick and virginal, as promised.  “My good cunt,” he repeats, his thumb slowly circling her clit while his finger eases in and out of her, “all mine.  How would you like me to tear you open, fuck you raw on my bare cock right here, while Arthur watches?  You would like that, wouldn’t you, cunt?  Perhaps you’d even want me to let him have a go at you once I’ve filled you with my cum?”