kidnapping + forced ageplay + cnc + brainwashing
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kidnapping + forced ageplay + cnc + brainwashing
when?
Dad catching you humping your stuffie for the first time. But instead of being mad he just sits next to you. Asking you what happened, baby? Where does it feel tingly? Placing his hands on your hips and moving it back and forth, helping you rub your kiddo parts as heâs explaining what youâre doing, angel. Telling you how special that little place is down there, and how every time you feel tingly, you can always come to dada, baby. Youâre too little to be doing these things by yourself, so just let Dad take care of you, okay?
I wasn't built to work I was made to be owned and wear a pretty collar and have my owner coo "isn't he pretty?" While my mouth is busy making their friends feel good
I asked your stuffie whether I should give you a break or keep using the belt, you know. I thought you two were friends, but... well, it gave me some fun new ideas. You might want to talk to it after we're done.
reblog if you want an older bf that treats you like his daughter
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Thinking about someone who does my physical therapy with me every day. How they'd move my body for me on days i can't, take care of me afterward, supporting me through the pain. How they'd learn what all my little noises mean - how much pain I'm in, the little grunts of discomfort, the involuntary whines and winces when the pain is too much. Massaging my tight muscles and listening to the mix of pain and pleasure sounds, how i twitch and wince and moan, not knowing which sounds like they better, only hoping it never ends
been in alot of pain recently and,,,,, yeahhh this
[my queue's grown a bit - depending on how this does, I'll think about posting some of the others]
C/W: Rape
It'd be really, really hot if I made you beg while I raped you.
Especially if you went all shy and non-verbal. If the words just... died down between your lips. If the thoughts just stopped in your brain. So many emotions, so many feelings, and it'd be so hard to get them all out.
I'd have you on your back, a hand pinning yours above your head as my balls slap against your ass with each thrust. I'd want you looking up at me with tears in your eyes as you struggle against me.
"Aww, poor baby. Are you crying? Are you sad that the big, bad, disgusting man is forcing his cock into you like this?" I'd ask, my voice dripping with faux sympathy. "Yeah? That's okay, baby, I know you are. I might stop if you ask me to, you know. You can do it, sweetheart."
Could you imagine fighting and pushing and struggling to force out the tiniest, smallest no? Just to hear my breath go ragged and my thrusts turn harder and deeper? Maybe in that moment you'd understand how fucked you are.
"No... stop..." You might say, and I'd silently respond by pounding away at your cunt like nothing else exists.
"Shit... Beg a little louder, baby. I can't hear you," I'd say, my eyes fixed on your tits. As if I'm not registering your struggle. Like your turmoil and fear are invisible to me.
They wouldn't be.
I promise I'd hear the quiver in your voice. The whimpering and whining. The adorable little sniffling. I'd listen, don't worry. I'm sure you'd be able to tell too. Every little plea, every begging whine, every desperate cry for me to stop, I'd listen to it all and fuck you so much harder. My cock making a mess of your sloppy cunt.
"Go on, sweetheart. Beg a little more. Such a good girl. Such pretty fucking rapebait, aren't you? Go on. Oh fuck, I'm almost there. Just keep going. Keep begging me not to rape you. Oh shit, yes. Just say those words over and over again, please. 'Please don't rape me.' Go on... Oh my god... Oh fuck... Fuck. FUCK. Oh shit..."
Casual molestation. Daddy cupping your kid parts on the couch. Daddy cleaning you in the shower, shoving a big grown up finger inside your itty bitty cunny. Dad helping you get dressed and placing a kiss on your peepee before school. Dad asking you to please show him your cute undies. Dad with his hand on your cunt in the car tapping your clit in time with the beat. Dad kissing your cunny before bed each night. Daddy shoving his hand down your pants just to check that youâre growing properly. Dad licking your cunt clean after you pee. Dad sitting you on his lap and feeding you breakfast while one hand rubs over your tiny slit.
And then one day he stops.
The next couple dayâs kiddo is all confused, wondering why daddy isnât playing with his kid parts like he used to. Finally kiddo shyly asking daddy âwill you please touch me daddy? I miss being molested.â
Volunteers
Looking for a volunteer to have your tits molested and generally have your body treated very disrespectfully.
I promise to be thorough.
Optional "Oh you like that, you little slut?" can be provided.
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What Did You Do
(rough, gaslighting)
He woke her with a slap and an angry shout: âWhat did you do?â
She was still panicked, wide eyed, half asleep, when the next slap hit on the other side. âWhat did you DO?â
His hand wrapped around her throat. He shook her and kept slapping with his other hand. âWhat did you do? What the FUCK did you DO?â
She gasped for air and babbled, âI donât know I donât know please Iâm sorry Iâm sorry Iâm sorryâ. Her hands had instinctively gone up to his forearm but there was nothing she could do, he was so much stronger. She couldnât get away. His weight pressed her neck down on the bed, all she could do was thrash about ineffectually. âIâm sorry please Iâm sorry I donât know pleaseâ.
When she started crying he let go. He smiled down at the sobbing girl. âGood morning, sweetie,â he said kindly. He went off to make tea while she curled up into a ball and bawled her heart out.
That feeling that you went for an experience but you got in over your head and now it's too late. That you fucked up.
That it's so different when it's real.
That you're actually helpless and tied to someone's bed and suddenly they're acting differently and you don't know if you can trust them anymore.
That's an experience I hope to provide.
I'm thinking about being in that situation, and about using your safeword. You're scared, you feel like you made a mistake, it seems like a good time for it.
But what if they don't listen? What if they ignore it? Then you're well and truly fucked.
As long as you don't use your safeword, there's hope...
Make me feel real fear, make me afraid you might actually hurt me
i love being a brat just so my daddy can discipline me<3
either he puts me in the corner
or uses his stern words that make me melt
or puts me over his knee and spanks me until iâm red >.<
i just love when he corrects me
daddies know best <3
it makes me so sad to see ageplay/ddlg hate in kink spaces:((
I cant fix him, but he can make me worse:3
I think one of the most brutal things you could do to a little who insists that theyâre very big actually is just let go of the rope and let âem fall in the mud.
Youâre not a baby? Fine.
If youâre not a baby, Iâm sure you can deal with me just dropping your nap schedule entirely. Iâm sure you absolutely wonât be cranky when those nap times you roll your eyes at are suddenly gone and instead youâre helping me with the chores I do when youâre usually tucked in with your favorite stuffie, not at all.
If youâre not a baby, Iâm sure me putting your pacis away wonât be an issue for you at all. Even though Iâve been popping it in your mouth to help you to calm you down when youâre having a big feeling for months now. Iâm sure you can regulate just fine without it.
If youâre not a baby, all those toys have to go too, in a box in the spare room they go. Most grown ups may keep them for nostalgia, but itâs not like they need to snuggle a stuffie to sleep, right?
If youâre not a baby, I guess weâre putting you in normal undies post haste. Grown ups are potty trained and youâre no different! Iâm sure you havenât gotten used to just going in your pants, right sweetie?
If youâre not a baby, I guess you donât need my help at bath time either. Iâm sure you can shower on your own without me carefully messaging shampoo into your hair, cleaning you with the wash cloth in that nice, warm tub. You also definitely donât need me to dry you off.
If theyâre so sure theyâre grown up, donât be afraid to just start treating them like it. Iâm sure theyâll cope just fine with all the little comforts theyâre constantly railing against being suddenly dropped. Iâm certain theyâll just be thriving and wonât fold at all.
Getting tags and comments on this one saying that this strategy would make them fold immediately, and even make them cry. Good. Thatâs the point and the exact leverage I want. The second you break down and confess is the exact moment my revoking of your comforts would cease and all would be returned and reinstated. However, it would all be returned with interest.
You didnât think bursting into tears over the mere prospect of actually being treated like a grown up would have no consequences, did you? All that accomplished is helping me realize that I havenât been doing enough, honestly! Since youâre such a big baby that canât stand a single moment absent of the softness and structure I provide lest you fall to pieces, I clearly need to crack down harder, watch you even closer, and keep you even more restricted for your safety and comfort. Youâre getting longer nap times, your playpen is getting moved closer to my workspace so I can watch you better, youâre getting every piece of solid food cut into tiny pieces and fed to you by me from now on, Iâm moving your crib into my room so I can tend to you better at night, and youâre certainly getting your diapers checked every hour at least, youâre clearly far too little to be trusted with anything less stringent.
I heavily doubt youâll fight or fuss over it though. After all, you remember what happened last time, right? <3
i wish i could suck on some older mans fingers rn sighhhh (ââžâŒâ¶)
To me the whole point of turning someone else into a kid is to help them grow and develop, and maybe yes I hijack that development a little so they're reliant on me and needy for my attention but really, I just want to be a proud Dad and watch my little girl stand up for herself, care for herself, and love the world a little bit more everyday.