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kinky sex and suicidal thoughts 27 cw: 187 gw1: 170 gw2: 140 ugw: 110 height: 5'7 if you live in NYC hit me up she/they

[whinysushi]

Force me to be your entertainment.

Watch me ride a dildo instead of turning on the tv while you're eating dinner, facetime me and tell me to play with my holes while you're waiting for the bus, make me send nudes when you're bored at work. Condition me to entertain you with my body whenever you need it.

[softdomsworld]

Pin your fucking head down into the mattress while you drool and moan like a desperate little slut all over the pillowcase. I’m balls deep, stretching that tight pussy wide open as I pound you senseless, filling you up with every thick inch. Beg me like the good girl you are, tell me how bad you need me to pump you full of my hot cum, beg me to breed you until it’s leaking out of you

[shysweetpetite]

Oh! This really made me feel some kind of way 😳

[yourneedylilpup]

instead of letting me eat out mommy while you fuck me make me wear this so mommy can ride my face properly like a good toy holder

[spookifyer]

I want to be groped and forcefully fucked on packed bus, too embarrassed to make a noise or ask for help as I’m stripped of my dignity.

Afterwards I want to have to walk down the street with stranger’s cum dripping down my leg as I try to hide my tears.

[corruptedbyhim]

Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.

Just under one hour.

"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.

He's carrying things. Metal glints.

"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."

Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.

He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.

"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."

You look at the timer. You look at yourself. Spread open, clamped, vibrating.

One hour. You can do one hour. You just have to not cum.

He steps back. Settles into a chair at the side of the bed and watches.

You try to focus on the numbers. Try to think about other things. Work emails. Grocery lists. The pattern of shadows on the ceiling.

But the clamps send sharp little signals with every breath. The vibrator hums against flesh that's growing wetter by the minute. You clench your jaw. Breathe through your nose. Don't cum. Don't cum.

He hasn't moved. He's just watching.

Your hips twitch. You didn't tell them to. The pressure is building low in your belly, a warmth that spreads and tightens simultaneously. You're wet enough now that the vibrator glides, hits new angles.

You bite your lip until you taste blood.

The numbers blur. 00:47:23. You've been holding on for twelve minutes. It feels like hours. Your thighs are trembling. Your breath comes in sharp little gasps you can't control.

He knows. You can see it in his stillness. The way he's leaned forward slightly. Waiting.

"No," you whisper. To yourself. To your body. To the orgasm building like a wave you can't outswim.

It hits you anyway. Your back arches off the bed, a sound tears out of your throat that you don't recognize, and you're cumming so hard your vision goes white at the edges. It rolls through you in pulses, each one a betrayal, each one exquisite.

When you can see again, you look at the clock.

01:46:12

"Impressive effort," he says. He's standing now, holding a remote. "Let's try a different setting."

The vibration changes. Pulsing now. It mimics something. A heartbeat. A thrust. Your overstimulated clit throbs in response, too sensitive, too raw, and somehow already building again.

"No... please.." you gasp out, the words weak.

"Please what?" He moves closer. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, impossibly light. "Please make you cum again?" He dips a finger into the wetness pooling between your legs, holds it up so you can see. "You're dripping. Your body knows what it wants."

You shake your head. But your hips are rocking against the vibrator, tiny movements you can't seem to stop.

This time when you cum, you're crying. Tears streaming down your temples into your hair. The clock resets: 02:38:47.

He fucks you for the first time somewhere around hour four.

Slow, at first. Long strokes that let you feel every inch, that build friction to an unbearable degree while the vibrator keeps humming against your clit. You cum on his cock within minutes. The clock adds another hour. He doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause.

He switches to something harder. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, drives you up the bed until the restraints catch. You cum again. You can't help it. Your body has stopped consulting you. It just responds. Takes. Shatters.

He introduces other things. Hot wax pooling in the hollow of your throat, dripping down between your breasts. Ice traced along your inner thighs until you're shivering and burning at once. His mouth on your cunt, tongue flicking precisely where the vibrator has made you most sensitive, most ruined.

He talks through it the whole way. That's probably the worst part. "You get wetter when you're scared." "That's three in a row. You're getting efficient." "We have so much time now."

The clock climbs. Six hours. Eight. Twelve. You stop being able to track it. The numbers lose meaning. Everything loses meaning except the next wave, the next peak, the next hour added to your sentence.

Somewhere in the blur, you realize you've stopped wanting it to end.

The thought surfaces between orgasms, when you're floating in that shattered space where language doesn't quite work. You should want to escape. You remember wanting that, vaguely, like a dream you had as a child. But the wanting has curdled into something else.

He slows down. You're not sure when. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by something almost gentle. The vibrator stops. He removes the clamps. Your nipples throb with the renewed blood flow, a pain that registers as pleasure now. Everything registers as pleasure now.

You blink at the clock. 00:06:43.

Six minutes. After everything. How?

He's undoing the restraints. Your wrists fall free. Your ankles. You can move. You can leave.

The thought sends ice through your veins.

Leave? Leave this room? Leave him? Go back to a world where no one touches you like this, where you're responsible for your own orgasms, where pleasure is something you have to chase instead of something that hunts you down and devours you?

The silence of outside presses against the walls. Empty. Ordinary. Unbearable.

He steps back. Gestures toward the door. "It's almost time."

Your hand moves own between your legs, finding your clit, swollen and slick and excruciatingly sensitive. You rub with clumsy desperation, chasing the build.

"Don't," you hear yourself say. Begging. Sobbing. "Don't make me leave. Please. I need to cum. I need more time."

He goes still. Watching you fuck yourself on his bed, desperate to add another hour to your captivity. The pressure is building fast, your ruined body trained now, eager.

"Let me stay. I'll be good. I'll cum as many times as you want. Just don't make me go."

Four minutes on the clock.

Your fingers work faster. You're so close. So close to another hour in this room, in this darkness, in this endless cycle of being broken and put back together wrong.

The clock ticks down.

You chase it like your life depends on it.

All you have to do is cum.

[cuffs-247]

Source: SouthBoundErotica

[rottenmangopit]

I need to live with a group of guy friends who pass me around like a joint. One of them getting home from a frustrating day and grabbing me by my hair, forcing me to the ground and facefucking me, only for someone else to come in right after and slam my cum stained face to the ground to stretch out my asshole with his cock instead. Movie nights where I'm riding one guy while another slaps and spits on my face while he jerks off onto my tits. Being slapped and groped and fucked whenever they want because I'm nothing more than an object to them <3

[cozydarknessworld2]

A perfectly trained sub that obeys all our orders must be a rare gift

[narcissistichedonist]

condescendingly mocking her oral fixation

"look at you. always need to have something in that pretty little mouth, don't you?"

"it's pathetic, really. can't even sit through a movie without sucking on your fingers like a baby."

"what's wrong, angel? is your mouth feeling empty? aww, poor baby. here, let me fill it for you."

"god, you're such a needy little thing. always chewing on your lip, sucking on a pen... you're just desperate to have something down your throat, aren't you?"

"that's it, suck on my fingers. get them all wet. show me how badly you need to be filled."

"you look so much prettier with your mouth stuffed full. it's the only time you're not whining about something."

"don't talk. your mouth was made for sucking, not for speaking. now open wide. mhm, good girl."

[mimicinhiding]

🤤😍

When Men call out for embarrassing and slutty I am and teach me how to behave and serve

[daisy-cow-in-heat10]

bouncing my tits in front of the mirror looking deeply into my dumb looking eyes hearing them clapping and feeling my my brain collapsing

ughh i love being a stupid porn

my cunt feels so good, it tells me i’m a good fuck meat

[wisecreationcollection]

[allthec4kes-deactivated20251218]

Mmm cry for me cunt, you'll be useful then

[gazeldhazel]

let's give a big round of applause for girls pushing your face into her bulging hard underwear, cock throbbing against your face while she says "see what you did?"

[busterwolf13-deactivated2015062]

Franceska jaimes

[theenglishcharmer56]

When one load is not enough cream all her holes

[deichlerklan5-blog]

You are 3 holes whore and cumdump cumslut you will take a load home to your husband in each one proving that you are mine now degrade yourself as my personal fucktoy sex slave bitch

[goofybunnysblog]

All brats are gangsta until their doms go

"do you want to repeat that?"

"are you sure you want to go down this route?"

"excuse me?"

"look at me and say that again."

"bold choice of words."

"let's see where this little show of yours is going to take you."

[deichlerklan5-blog]

Bitch needs her ass and pussy spanked show her exactly what a cumslut whore she is and how much she needs to show respect....

[biancawants]

take me on a road trip with your friends but keep me naked and tied up in the back, my legs spread and my hands bound above me as you all violate my body as you please. take turns driving and then take turns abusing my pussy and asshole while turning up and radio and laughing to cover up my cries and pleas for it to stop. whore me out at rest stops, open the back of the car and show off to the other drivers the little whore you’ve got tied up face down ass up in your van. watch as gross old men fuck my defenseless holes and slap my ass and cunt when my sobs get too loud. send me into convenient stores for your snacks, naked and handcuffed with the money stuffed in my mouth and talk casually to the cashier as he bends me over the counter and fucks my asshole roughly. take me on a road trip and just use me the entire time

[deichlerklan5-blog]

Or I can take you on a road trip if the friends can't make it that's fine the number one rule if the van is running your mouth doesn't come off my dick regardless of the number of times I cum down your throat making you a cumslut my personal cocksucker cumdump this is also known as our regular Sunday drive.... other than that you are in back legs tied up and open hands tied out to the side with a o ring gag in your mouth where you are truly nothing more than 3 holes 2 tits and a face to cum on ready for use at any truck stop to be whored out like a useful cumdump

[lucasdetain-deactivated20150602]

[kinkymaleteacger]

Look how much smaller you are than me, having to wear those big girl heels to make sure your holes are in my position!

[deichlerklan5-blog]

Oh I so love having the office whore at my becon call my personal fucktoy whore and cumdump because she’s just a piece of ass now degrade yourself bending over the desk getting that ass in the air so I can fuck the hell out of it cumslut it’s great when they want it so much they just can’t say no right bitch say My holes belong to you sir…. say it

[arabhorse40]

[daddyprincesshivelife2]

Fucked on Daddy’s leash

@nerdypervyprincess5

[darksmut]

Falling asleep on the train and waking up to one man groping your tits and another with his cock ramming into your sore cunt. Your shirt is ripped, your panties are gone, and you regret wearing such a short skirt that gives them easier access to violate you.

You realize there are other men on the car, but instead of stopping the assault, they look ready to join in. Sure enough, when you start to struggle, they drag you to the ground and help hold you down.

Soon enough, all your holes are being used simultaneously. Your clothes have been shredded into nothing but useless strips of fabric, and you missed your stop fifteen minutes ago.

The original men who started using you get off when it's their stop, but more men step in to fill their places. For hours, you're passed around, your body so sore you can't stop crying.

That is, until someone forces you to drink something. It makes you so, so sleepy. You blink up at him, grateful for the relief of sleep, as he slides his cock deep into your abused pussy.