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shibari figurines by constant heaven
making a sub repeat "i don't want to cum" over and over to let you know they're getting close, and to help reinforce to themselves that they dont in fact need to cum at all
given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that
"If you had been a good dog, I wouldn't have to do this to you" + you absolutely could not have controlled what you're being punished for
ESPECIALLY after desperately trying to stop the disallowed behavior as much as possible, no matter how futile, because you want to be a good dog
edging becomes 100x hotter when it stops being your choice
The conditioning is simple:
When Ryan sucks on something, Masha rubs his t-dick. When he doesn't, she doesn't.
It's not always the same thing--a dildo, her fingers, his own fingers, one extremely humiliating time a pacifier she made him buy--but the only time he gets any sort of stimulation on his t-dick is when something is in his mouth for him to suck on.
He knows what he's being conditioned towards, but there's not much he can do about it, not if he wants any sort of pleasure between his legs, and he does.
Before long, all it takes for him to get erect is something sliding into his mouth for him to suck on--even a pen he starts to suck on absently during work, or his finger when he's biting at his cuticle.
Before long, she doesn't even need to touch him to get him aroused--she does, still, of course, but sometimes she fills his mouth with a dildo gag or her own fingers and just has him suck until he's a useless desperate mess.
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The best thing I ever did was teach you that thereâs no difference between you cumming and me cumming. It took a while. Lots of repetition. Lots of edging you right up to the line and then finishing on you instead, then whispering good job right at the moment youâd normally hear yourself moan. Letting you feel my cum dripping down your skin while your brain was still expecting its own orgasm. Over and over until the wires just quietly crossed and your body stopped being able to tell the difference.
So now when youâre desperate and shaking and you beg me to cum, I just spit in my palm and wrap my hand around my cock. And you donât even flinch. You donât correct me. Your eyes get heavy and your breathing changes and you watch me squeeze the base and stroke up, slow, dragging the skin tight, letting the head swell between my fingers. You watch the pre-cum bead up and spill over my knuckles and your mouth falls open a little like you can taste it. Because somewhere in that pretty rewired head of yours, this is what cumming feels like now. Watching me get myself off while you soak through the sheets next to me.
And Iâm in no rush. Iâll let go entirely just to watch my cock twitch and throb on its own while you whimper like something was taken from you. Then grip it again, tighter, faster, fucking my own fist while you lie there clenching with your hips rocking in rhythm with my hand. Your body trying to sync up with what your brain says is happening to you. I can hear how wet you are every time you squeeze your thighs together. You donât even register it. Youâre too focused on my cock. On the way my stomach tenses when Iâm getting close. On the way my breathing gets ragged and my grip gets sloppy and I stop performing for you and just start chasing it.
When I cum you feel it everywhere. Your whole body loosens up. Iâm spilling over my hand, onto your thighs, across your stomach, and you arch into it like itâs warmth you earned. You close your eyes. You curl into me. You say thank you. Meanwhile your pussy is still swollen and untouched. It has been this whole time. But your brain marked it as done. You got what you needed. You begged to cum. You watched me cum. You came. Youâre sure of it.
not to sound completely insane but i would love to get in a fistfight with someone in the dark alleyway behind a bar that ends with my nose bleeding and knuckles acheing while they hatefuck me against the side of the dumpster. my fault for being such an insolent faggot <3
I'm about to say something really unhinged but imagine if like all seating in public places (benches, restaurant chairs, university classroom desks, public transportation, etc.) were divided between male and female seats and this was strictly enforced. Now imagine that every seat designated for females had some type of phallic, dildo-like object fixed on where she has to sit. The protruding objects would come in a huge variety of shapes and sizes, from 2 inches tall and 1 inch around to 10 inches long with a 4 inch girth. Some are smooth, some are ribbed, some are curved, some have bulbous heads, some have bumps, etc! And every time a female went somewhere where she would have to sit, she would have to move her skirt to the side and sit on the object, as that's the rules of polite society. â¤ď¸
Shy girls attending uni would scramble on the first day of classes to pick their seat first to ensure they don't get stuck sitting on the 10-inch hammer for the rest of the year.
Women squirming in movie theater seats during exciting movies, or crying out during horror films in such a way that you're not sure if it was the jumpscare or something else.
A sweet looking girl on the subway trying not to cry because she was late this morning and the phallus in the only seat left was bigger than she's used to and the vibrations from the car are making it feel sooo good.
Imagine sitting across a girl on a first date in a restaurant. She arrived and sat before you did so didn't see what was in her chair and your mind is going wild imagining what kind of object is filling your date right across from you. The date goes well and as the night goes on and the flirting gets heavier you can notice her slowly rocking her hips and her breathing get uneven and you get to decide if you want to take her away from there or let her sit and stay and unravel deliciously here in front of everyone.
Imagine? â¤ď¸
Forced dumbification:
Ductaping a vibe to her clit on medium and asking her questions. Turning it lower with every correct answer she gives. Turning it up every time she answers wrong.
Sheâs a smart girl (not for long, but even dummies are good at pattern recognition) and will answer wrong to chase her pleasure.
When she canât answer even the most basic questions, fuck her as hard as you can until she cums. Then start again
This is a concept I have been thinking about for a long time. I am legitimately curious how much you could fuck up someone's brain like this, crossing the wires in their head that tell "right" from "wrong" until all that matters is what their Master says.
I have to say, it is an appealing idea
yeah i whine pitifully when i cum, what about it?
Today in unactionable fantasy fetishes: I really want to be body controlled. Not mind controlled, I still get full use of my brain, but I want my body turned into a puppet that doesnât listen to me.
You say âBounce your tits for me,â and while my brain says this is demeaning my body bounces to make my breasts jiggle. You say âYou can only walk on all fours now,â and while my brain knows that I can walk on two legs my body canât figure it out.
I donât know I think it would be hot
cute date idea~
we go cycling around the park, except you've suctioned a dildo to my bike seat and I'm trying desperately not to cum in public
Dress me up in a pretty little skirt and make me cockwarm a large dildo, every movement keeping me on edge. I'd drip onto my seat, every bump and pebble making it impossible to hold in my moans.
Give me two options - I can either keep riding cock and keep myself on edge and overstimulated OR I can dismount my bike in the middle of the park and show everyone at the park how much of a whore I really am
canât stop thinking about object insertion, especially accidental/forced/public object insertion.
youâre on a crowded subway and you feel so cute in your skirt thatâs just little too short. you feel something cold touch your thigh from behind and flinch, but itâs too crowded to turn around and look. The cool sensation, maybe itâs metal? Itâs dragging up your thigh a little higher now, under the hem of your skirt, and oh right, youâre wearing a thong today. Thereâs nothing stopping whatever this is from being pushed up against your hole.
You can feel your face turning red, feel the shiver in your stomach, but luckily you donât see anyone paying attention to you. You start to turn your head, maybe you can at least see whatâs happeniâ the subway jolts hard as it comes to a stop, and itâs inside you, cold and hard and you know you moaned, but hope it got lost in the noise. You can feel it now, although itâs not that deep. The head of a metal water bottle, you think. You clench around it, almost involuntarily, and youâre definitely leaking now.
Are they doing it on purpose? Itâs not moving, even as people exit and enter the train around you. Youâre not moving either. You kind of want to. The subway starts up again, and with it, the bottle pushes a little deeper, and a little deeper, with the swaying of the train. Itâs starting to stretch your hole as it gets wider, put there are passengers packed in on every side and you canât move. Deeper, and itâs starting to hurt. How big is the bottle? Are they doing it on purpose?
You feel so full now, and itâs heavy, like itâs filled with water. But itâs moving so slow, and you canât help but clench and buck your hips back a little, fucking yourself on the bottle. The train picks up some speed and suddenly itâs sliding in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with enough force that you can feel yourself getting close. The train is reaching a station again and fuck, youâre amount to cum in the middle of a crowded subway. It screeches to a stop and this time the water bottle slams deep inside of you, too deep, and youâre cumming, whimpering and spasming on the thick, cold metal. A few glances are thrown your way from passengers, but youâre too hazy from the pleasure to notice anything but the cum dripping down your thighs and the humiliation of whatâs happening.
What was your stop again? More people are filing in and itâs too late to move or pull away. The bottle is still in you, still stretching and stuffing you. You donât even know if its owner is still behind you, or if itâs just being held up by your tight hole. You realize if you take it out now, everyone will see the bottle fall from under you. Theyâll know exactly why you were shaking and panting, and notice the cum flowing down your legs. You have to keep it in. Youâll have to walk off the subway without anyone knowing that under your skirt, a strangerâs thick, full water bottle is stuffed up your hole, fucking you with every step you take. Itâs going to be a long ride. How many more times will you cum with all those people around you, not knowing if this was an accident, or if someone decided to shove something up your pretty hole because you were an easy target?
thinking about verbal restraints
not moving my arms because You told me not to, wrists crossed above my head, knowing that the second my arms drop, Your touch will disappear.
keeping my legs spread wide open, laying obediently still, fighting the urge to squirm and press my thighs together as You inspect me.
going nonverbal, biting my tongue and choking back each moan or question or gasp that nearly escapes my lips, because You told me to gag myself for You.
the cuffs and rope and tape are still fun, of course. but it's a different kind of power, knowing that i will silence and contort and still myself at just a word from You.