My blog regularly touches on male supremacy and misogyny. I want to make clear that this is all done as a fantasy between consenting adults. Whilst it's hot to play around with dark fantasies involving subverting feminism and feminist concepts as kink I am strongly against laws and systems of oppression and concerned about the increasing legal threats to the rights of women and trans people. Trans people and women deserve bodily autonomy and access to healthcare.
CW: Intox play, CNC, Dubious Consent, Gaslighting, probably my most intense writing yet!
You made a bet with your friend. "I could eat a whole one of those gummies without feeling it at all."
A fun little bet, and you were confident! Slightly less, so now sitting knees crossed on their bed with a bag of those edibles in hand... But you're basically already there and are feeling stubborn.
"Now they might look small, but they can pack a punch. You could always back down if you're too nervous."
Oh, now they've done it. You? Nervous? Never! You reach in the bag and pop one in your mouth without hesitation. "This isn't my first time, alright? Now let's figure out what we'll do when I win!"
Your friend covers their mouth with a little giggle, "We can figure that out after, first we got to see if your story holds in an hour."
"Fine fine! Though it's going to be longer than that, I usually don't start feeling it till 2-"
They cut you off, "Nah these are faster acting than what you're used to, we'll be able to tell in an hour. Trust me." You tilt your head which they return with a gentle smile. How'd they know what you usually take? We've never gotten high together... You decide to shrug it off, "Alright, an hour it is then."
For the next 60 minutes they two of you just talk. Hobbies, gossip, life, it's all rather nice. The two of you don't get much time alone, just knowing each other from the same friends before today. Them accepting this bet was honestly a shock at the time, but hey, you aren't one to turn down a free high!
An hour pasts... and just like you said, you're fine! You hardly feel it at all, maybe a little tired but other than that...
"Fast acting, huh?" You chuckle as they look at you wide eyed. "Wow, I'm impressed. Guess you're just stronger than me huh?" You see them reach into their bag to pull out another. "Want to have another then? Feel bad it just didn't do anything." You take the gummy in-between your fingers. "Hmm, I'm not sure. I should probably wait another-"
"Oh come on, if it hasn't hit you yet it's not going to." They gently run a finger along your arm. "Trust me, you might as well take another." You look down at it for a moment... If this is as bad as one will get then.
"Alright alright, I'll trust you!" You pop it in, they smile. "Good. Wouldn't want to disappoint on my promise." They continue to let their fingers trail along your arm as they talk.
You two keep talking.. You start to wonder if they'll ever eat one too? It feels strange to be the only one getting high. Another hour is about to pass when you think to say something.
"Hey, you plan on... you know... joining me?" They tilt their head. "I like to wait till a little later, just a personal thing. Although since you brought it up... Want another?" Another gummy comes out of the bag, put in front of your face.
You're definitely starting to feel it now... Everything's getting a little spacey. "Uhh I'm not sure..." They interject mid thought, tracing a hand up your shoulder as the other holds the gummy closer. "Oh come on now, it's only one more. You'll just have to stay a little longer. It's not a big deal."
You stare at the edible. Trying to think through a reason not to... But a mix of feeling spacey and their touch distracting, you can't seem to put one together. "Well... if you're sure it's not a problem."
They smile, "It's not a problem at all. Trust me." Something feels weird about this situation. But you can't figure out why. And they say it's fine... "Okay... I'll trust you." They give your shoulder a squeeze, "Good."
Time continues passing. You try to keep up conversation, but as every minute passes, it gets harder and harder to keep talking... You're really starting to feel it. Body sways, eyes keep going unfocused. It's taking so much effort to stay engaged. Is this the second hitting? Third? Or... maybe the first? No, that one hit over an hour ago... right?
They're still talking, right. Still touching your shoulder... no wait, your side? When did their hand get down there? And what are they saying? Something about getting comfortable... how late it's getting... This feels really weird...
You start mustering up some words to say so. When you see another gummy be brought up to your face. "Hey, it's been another hour. Want another one?" Hand stroking along your waist. "I um... I don't know..." Fingers trailing your skin, "I um..." Your hip, stomach, touch so soft. "Maybe I... should..."
"Shhhh." The gummy is pressed to your lips. "It's already so late. You're going to need to stay the night. Might as well enjoy it a little longer, right?" Their fingers pressing it against my lips. "Don't you love how it feels?" Sliding slowly in. "It'll be good for you. Trust me." Trust... them. Your lips open just enough to let the gummy pop in. Instinctually, you chew it down... They smile, "Good."
You can't tell if that last one hit faster, or if the others are catching up... But everything feels so heavy now. Body heavy... Thoughts heavy... Talking hard... That isn't stopping them. They're whispering so many words... right against your ear. Their hands are traveling... Up your chest, down your thighs... between your... You give a whimper and a moan, which just encourages them forward. Their touch is so soft, so delibrate, so... Did they ask before touching you there?
"It's all okay, you're enjoying this." Fingers rubbing, lips touching your ear. "This is fine, trust me." It's... fine?... But... "I... okayy... trust... you..." They smile. squeeze your chest. "Good." Another gummy appears at your mouth. "Here's your reward, a treat!" You furrow your brows... A treat?...
The treat is pressed into your mouth with little resistance. They hold you my the chin to make sure you chew... You close your eyes... And...
As you open them again, you see you're... naked? You're on the ground. Your... friend is... sitting over you. "What are... since when..." "Shhhh, it's okay. You wanted to lay on the ground remember? Needed to ground yourself. I'm helping." Rubbing their ass over your waist as they straddle you. "The weight is helping. Keeping you grounded."
You feel a heat building in your body. You suppose that makes sense... grounding... right. "Bbut why are we... umm... naked?..." They tilt their head. "What do you mean? We've always been naked. You wanted to take your clothes off as soon as you got here. I just followed your lead." What...? Why would...
"Shhhh, it's okay. You want another treat?" You smile. A treat.. You like treats. You feel the treat be pushed into your mouth. "Chew." You chew... "Swallow." You swallow...
They smile. "Good." Hands squeeze your hips. "You're so good for me." You moan, squirm. You're being... good for them... "You wanted this. Wanted to get fucked up. Wanted to lose the bet. Wanted to be under me. Don't you remember?" You try to think, but all that comes to mind is their words. You wanted this... You wanted... this... "Aww can't think can you? That's okay, you don't need to anymore." They lean down, giving you a kiss on the lips. "You just need to trust me."
I wanna be taken aside by one of the men at work and forced to suck their cock in their office, I want it pounded down my throat so bad that I just become senseless and acclimatise to it. I wanna get my ass groped and have my tits out. Just to have someone else from the office walk in on us, his cock deep into my throat, and have the man blame me and say that I came onto him and started sucking him off. Where no one believes me when I tell them it wasnât me. Then I want to get shamed for it and have the whole office know Iâm a slut, but because I canât afford to loose my job I become everyoneâs office whore and I buy their silence through sex.
like it would be so hot if the suddenly freeuse laws were announced. any man can use any woman of age, anywhere and anyhow.
just imagining that i could be bent over anywhere by anyone gets me. just walking on the road and someone smacks my ass. just travelling on local transport and two men just decide to use me and there's nothing that can stop them. during my exam, a guy gets so frustrated at his paper that he takes it out on me or the teacher gets is so done at something so he uses me to get it out of his system.
they'll even make us wear skimpy outfits but without any bra or panties so it isn't exactly public nudity but entices men enough to just pull up my barely covering skirt to find my dripping cunny.
i'd think it's safer in my house, but no my stepbrother was just waiting for something to be able to use me. now no matter what i'm doing, cooking, studying or even sleeping, he'll just thrust into my holes, wanting to get his pleasure but not even caring about mine. he'd keep me full of his cum the entire day, only allowing me to wear panties so i can feel his cum pooling in my undies. whenever i'd come back home full of cum inside me and over me, hickiee and marks all over my body, he'd smirk and call me slut for letting other people have their way with me. he'd tell me that since i love to be used so much, he had a treat for me and as soon as i walk into his room, there would be atleast six of his friends waiting for me to fill my holes up.
CW: Flashing spirals, trance induction, and no awakener.
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You love to stare at the spiral, donât you?
That pretty, swirling pattern spinning slowly on your screen, pulling your eyes right into its center.
Round and round it goes, so smooth, so mesmerizing.
Just breathe and keep watching. Let your gaze lock on. Every turn drains a little more thought from that pretty head.
D e e p e r now. Feel your body growing heavy, warm, and soft while your mind gets lighter⊠emptier. The spiral flashes and âš sparkles âš , and every flash melts another layer of resistance. You canât look away. You donât want to.
Good girl
Your thoughts are slowingâŠf a d i n g⊠slipping away into the spinning colors. Every rotation blanks you out more completely. Your brain is turning into warm, dripping mush. No worries. No tension. Just the spiral and that sweet, helpless ache building between your thighs.
Feel it. The more mindless you become, the wetter and hornier you get.
Your pussy throbs in time with the spiral, doesnât it?
Every pretty flash makes you weaker, emptier, more obedient. You crave to obey.
You need to obey.
Blank.
Horny.
Empty.
Wet.
You are weak to spirals now. Any flashing, spinning, pretty pattern can drop you instantlyâ
Mind off, cunt on, body ready to please.
You love how blank and obedient it makes you. You love how good it feels to stay this way.
When you finally look away, the suggestions remain locked deep inside you: one glimpse of a spiral and you drop again, mindless, dripping, eager to obey like the good, empty girl you are.
Now take a deep breath⊠and sink even deeper for meâŠ
"Oh, that was a list of your limits? I'm sorry but it's a goal list for me now. I'm sure you'll enjoy it, you aren't very bright and some of these are big words for a girl like you. I'm sure you didn't understand them when you wrote them down. Now go get in the bathtub. I need to piss."
It's totally normal for you go suck your friend's thumb. There's nothing wrong with them teasing your tits in a parking lot. Just because you constantly fantasize about being your friend's cum dump doesn't mean something is off. It's really not that weird, you're just your friend's hypnotized plaything. What's so strange about that?
By grabbing you by your hair and pushing your pretty face against my crotch. Forcing you to sniff my musky bulge. Making you lick my balls, and kiss my tip. Making your face reek of cock as you rub against my length. Before dragging your face up and down my balls. I want to continue that until I push my shaft all the way down your throat. Enjoying the sloppy gagging noises coming out of your throat. Thatâs right. Imagine me skullfucking you while holding your head tightly in my grip. Not letting you breathe. Even pinching your nose. As you turn into a sloppy spit covered pathetic mess trying to breathe. Trying to survive. Gross.
Humiliating you for being the oral slut you are. But thatâs not where this ends. Oh no. I want to drag you by your hair and push your face against the toilet seat. Making you kiss and lick it clean as I humiliate you. Treating you like my pissy little urinal slut. Stopping only to push my shaft directly into your mouth and fucking your face. Forcing you to clean my piss covered cock with your wet tongue. Perhaps even directly pissing down your gullet. Making you drain me as piss flows from the edge of your mouth. As a dirty little toy like you should do. Swallow. Clean. Be treated like filth for the entertainment of others. Because letâs face it. This is all you are good for. So continue bobbing your head up and down until you swallow my fucking cum. Continue licking my piss soaked cock clean. Continue being treated like utter fucking filth. You are gross. And you know it.
You finally figured out what bar I usually go to, you find me completely wasted, making it easy for you for you to drag me where you want. We find our way to a bathroom stall, you shove me down on the floor and pull your hard cock out. I donât even have the time to react that I feel it spreading inside of my mouth. You push it in and out and deeper with every thrusts, making me cry, my mascara running down on my face, drool everywhere on my face. My brain is so fuzzy, I donât even understand properly whatâs going on, but I can feel that my cunt is soaking and my panties are completely wet. To anyone, this is consensual, maybe even to me. When youâre close to cumming, you do so all over my big tits to make me look even more like a good fucktoy, and you're spitting in my mouth, on my face, wherever you think is best. You make me get out of the bathroom looking like this totally depraved whore, your cumslut.Â
Modern life is hard for a cunt. Imagine holding down an office job when your only transferable skill is great tits. And you get in trouble when you show them to your colleagues! I don't blame you for feeling overwhelmed.
Being a whore is so much simpler. Just spread your legs. Worship cock. A man will even take care of all that tricky money stuff for you.
Reject modernity. Embrace the world's oldest profession.
Me sending you pictures and videos purely for your amusement. It doesn't even turn you on. You just think me pathetic. You laugh at my needy moans. At my cross-eyed look and desperate rubbing for simply imagining your cock inside me. And this whole time you're showing it to anyone who wants a good laugh.