Lonely Switch

Just a lonely guy. Switch, but mainly sub. 18+

[just-shower-thoughts]

Stan Lee is now every bit as immortal as the heroes he created.

[starsberrisnunicorns]

[somnolentsuggestions]

at some point someone’s gonna kiss you on the forehead which is just fucking stellar so stay alive for that

[apassionateempress]

❤❤❤

[rosenroll]

[lipstic-junkie]

So much I love about this.

[mommiesaffection-deactivated201]

[dommekinks]

*giggles*

You know my answer love.

No means no.

You know the puppy dog eyes would get to me….

But I’m pretty good at resisting your charms love….😜😜😜

[arihi]

Hypno Short

They always say to be careful not to inhale the pollen. The pollen itself doesn’t have any bad side-effects, really - it makes you lightheaded, a little giggly and lost, your eyes glaze over, but it wears off after a bit, an hour or so really. Some people even harvest and sell it for recreational use.

They warn you because it’s just that in the forest, you have to watch out for the vines that lurk underground, the ones that slither up your legs if you’re still for too long. You have to watch out for the roots that catch your feet and trip you. You have to watch out for the petals that tickle at your ear, that faintly sound like sweet whispers, or you’re easy prey. And if you’ve inhaled the pollen, well… Easy prey, and very, very willing. In the forest at least. You should be safe otherwise.

But people these days, the ones that use pollen at home, they get greedy, they can’t help but want more, and so they keep wandering back towards the forest for just one more hit.

But I’m sure *you* wouldn’t do that, right?

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[convoluted-moonscape]

Hell, I’d run into the forest and roll to suduce the vines.

Take me plant tentacles!

[arihi]

I know you meant roll to seduce as in a die as in like D&D but now I’m imagining a very enthusiastic Moonie rolling on the ground trying to bait the vines and also finding every flower you can and licking it all over and eating petals and it’s great

[nagask]

[lapetitelapinecoquine]

Me! I love those boy bootys 🥰🥰🥰

[sub4life89-deactivated20231023]

This is the stuff I live for and want so badly

[anlatfiruze]

[hardenyc]

shhh…happy here

[watson-emma]

[hoejhael]

[dommewifechronicles]

It never ceases to amaze your Wife, what you’ll do, while you’re in a chastity cage, Slut.

[he-leads-i-follow-deactivated20]

Fav dirty name to be called?

What a fun question!!!!!

I don’t have just one favorite. I love whatever fits the moment.

Dumb doll

Dirty slut

Filthy whore

Desperate pet

Slut kitten

I’m sure there are a ton more I would enjoy because in the moment i enjoy whatever it is He chooses to call me

💜BC

[femdom-goddess-worship]

[dommewifechronicles]

When your Wife has something to say, She expects you to be extremely attentive, Pet.

[obey-your-director-deactivated2]

Easy prey for me, I’ll admit. I enjoy a challenge more often than not, but I’m not so egotistical as to say I’ll never eat low hanging fruit.

Lily struck me right away. Tattoos from neck to toe and dripping in Pokemon memorabilia. She was a sight. Not usually my type, to be sure. But the tits under that Squirtle. They were not to be ignored.

I introduced myself as the owner of the shop she’d wandered into. It wasn’t legally true, but thanks to a little lady who was currently helplessly finger fucking herself in the back office, it would be by this time tomorrow.

She nodded politely to me and continued browsing. I followed behind a few paces. I didn’t want to scare her off, thought I think that even the brief encounter would have been enough for her to stay nearby. I have a… way with people. They’re drawn to me and naturally inclined to do as I ask. With a bit of concentration and the right prompting, I can get people to do almost anything.

“Which is your favorite?” I asked gesturing to her shirt as I pretended to cross her path again.

She looked down at her chest, breasts stretching the fabric wonderfully, and for a moment I thought she might have answered “left” or “right.”

“Smeargol,” she answered simply, and upon seeing my curious expression happily elaborated. “He’s a painter.”

“Ah so it’s art-related. Makes sense with the tattoos. Mine is probably Hypno.”

“Interesting choice,” she said, taking a drink.

“I’ve always been obsessed with the mind. It’s an incredible thing. It creates whole worlds for us to live in.” I could feel her getting more and more comfortable with me. In a short time, she now considered us close friends.

“Yeah that’s true. I like how something like a dumb cartoon can explore topics without getting boring.”

“Pokemon has a lot of strange themes. One that always struck me was the relationship between trainer and pokemon. Are they friends? Pets? Slaves?”

She took a long pull from her drink as she thought about that.

“I mean you wouldn’t make a pet fight someone else’s pet. They seem a lot like slaves to me. Slaves that do whatever their owner wants.”

Her lack of a bra was beginning to show more obviously as we spoke and she fell more and more into my field of influence.

“But,” she stammered, “they can disobey if they aren’t friends with their owners.”

“Or if their owners are weak,” I agreed. “But they often don’t get a say on who their owner is. He just swoops in one day and uses his balls to trap them.”

At the word balls, she audibly sighed, though I don’t think she even noticed she’d done it.

“Are we friends?” I asked.

“Sure,” she agreed a little too quickly.

“And I’m strong. I’ve steered this whole conversation. Leading you along on each point.”

She nodded.

“And I’ve swooped in out of the blue and am trying to claim you. Are you going to let me? Or,” I pointed at her shirt again, “are you just a little wild pokemon who doesn’t have a choice?”

“No choice,” she whispered as she stared into me eyes.

“Now why don’t you come into the back office and I can show you the thing that all captured pokemon need. And you can the other specimen I’ve caught today. I think you’re going to get along nicely.”

She simply nodded, eyes lowering to look at the bulge in my jeans. Too easy.

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[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

@digitalswitchgamine @arihi @soundshypnotic

[brody75]

[teazdndenied]

Oh god, not the night nurse….. not again…….

What was her deal?…. what was wrong with her?…. why did she insist on doing this to him, night after night??….

For three nights it had been the same thing. Every night she would quietly slip in to his room every two hours like clockwork. Without so much as a single word, much less an explanation, she would gently draw his cock free from his thin hospital gown.

Using soft, gentle, tender strokes she would slowly bring his cock to the brink of orgasm….. then stop. After a brief pause and any hope he had of release had vanished, she would resume…. repeating the process.

Then again….

And again….

Then once more.

After the fifth time, with his cock now desperately engorged…. weeping tears of pre-cum… and aching for release… she would gently tuck it back away beneath his thin hospital gown, leaving it to throb in frustration.

With both of his arms in casts and secured in traction, he had no hope of easing his suffering on his own. And begging her for relief was pointless… she would simply smile and ignore his pleas…. not uttering a word in response.

Finally tonight, on the third night… after the second of what would no doubt be four visits… he finally got her to respond to a question.

As she was tucking his aching erection back away after his fifth near orgasm he whimpered in frustration, “Why?….. why are you doing this to me?…. can’t you at least tell me that?”

Looking in to his eyes she calmly replied, “Because I can…..”

With that she turned and walked away. Just before closing the curtain she flashed him a friendly smile, and quietly purred, “See you in two hours sweetie….”

[flr-female-led-relationship-dea]

[teazdndenied]

Ken’s face flushed, his pulse quickened, and he felt a shudder pass through him at the feel of his wife’s hand unexpectedly appearing on his backside, guiding him toward their room.

Though her touch was gentle and no words were spoken the meaning was clear. Angela was feeling anxious. Impatient. Once the room door closed and locked behind them he was going to be hers, in any and every way that she wanted.

God, how he adored this woman.

[felmcyber-femdom]

[teazdndenied]

She laughed softly as the mere scent of her arousal lingering on the sheer fabric of her panties was enough to provoke a whimper of longing from him…. his eyes closing and body swaying as if suddenly rendered dizzy and unsteady from her scent.

Chuckling throatily, she teased, “You poor thing….. if you’re unable to take the scent of my panties, how ever are you going to be able to withstand what you’re about to do for me next?”

[lorenzens-soil]

[teazdndenied]

…. and across town, to his utter disbelief , a young man found that his arms and legs were spreading wide toward the corners of his bed on their own accord, seemingly guided there and held in place by some invisible force…..

An erotic scent began to fill the air in his room… exotic perfume… feminine arousal….

And then the sensations began, as if soft hands…. warm mouths…. teasing tongues… were beginning to explore his flesh. His eyes gazed down his own body in disbelief… seeing nothing… dismayed at how this could be happening since he was still alone…. yet still his body was beginning to become feverishly hot with arousal….

It was as if fingernails were lightly raking along his outstetched arms… teasing along his parted legs…. warm tongues softly licking on either side of his neck…. while even more soft mouths and hands focused their sensual pleasures on his chest… his hips….

His body began to writhe in response, yet he was held in place as if secured by invisible bonds…. gradually the sensations began to drift slowly closer toward his now stiffened, pulsing cock… as if it was the target of all their attention. Yet, when they nearly reached his cock the sensations went no further…. instead, they were seemingly content to settle in and linger maddeningly close to where he longed to feel them the most….

Soon his voice was begging, pleading, to absolutely no one, “Who are you??….. why are you doing this to me?…. my god, please…. more…. don’t stop… please touch me??” His cock was becoming frantic with need, desperate for attention, yet the mysterious sensual sensations continued to deny him what he needed most….

Finally, apparently satisfied with his frustration…. his desperation…. the intensity of his pleading… the sensations crept closer…. drifting up along the length of his cock and enveloping it. The helpless young man let out a groan of gratitude and pleasure like never before, his cock now seemingly engulfed in a swirling whirlwind of silky caresses…. lingering kisses…. soft licks….

His cock was becoming almost painfully hard…. engorged like never before…. throbbing with a desperate, frantic intensity in its need for release. Cruelly though, the sensations seemed to know exactly how to play his cock…. how to build its arousal in to a state of frenzied need… yet never allowing it to go over the edge….. keeping it helplessly trapped in a state of helpless desperation….

His body was now dripping in sweat…. straining against bonds that weren’t there…. thrusting up in to nothing…. his voice shamelessly pleading to women who were no where to be seen…. soft hands and teasing mouths were seemingly consuming his body from head to toe…. yet no matter how desperately he pleaded for mercy, his sensual torment continued…. his release denied…..

Unfortunately for him, back in her room the sorceress’ fun had now only begun. Her pleasure was his torment… his desperation…. his suffering…. and now that she had him firmly in her grasp, she had no intention of allowing her pleasure to come to an end any time soon….. not until after all of her own wicked lusts had been satisfied.

[noteblu]

[rae-being-naughty]

You are such a handsome, needy, sexy boy.  I bet you would love it if I reached behind me while riding your dick and spanked your balls.  Oh?  That gasp… those eyes so wide and shocked.  Spread your legs for me, pet.  Let’s see what you think about that idea, shall we?  No one’s looking, just a quick check.