Milky puddles

Thirty-three. Gender fluid. Bisexual.

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@vixenuntamed

[yourdirtysecretworld]

Put your collar on. Lift your skirt up.

Slide that plug in. Stick your tongue out.

Drool like a bitch. Pinch your nipples.

And focus on that little hole.

Edge like the good little cunt you are

[bktempted-deactivated20251221]

Stop Scrolling

You don't find a post like this by chance. You found my blog. You clicked the tags. You hunted for this because you’re a horny, desperate pervert who needs this filthy permission slip. You’re a gooner. You want to rub and rub until your brain feels like warm static, until the only coherent thought left is more.

You’re A Slut.

Part of you flinches, but deep down I know it gets you wet. Because you know it’s the truth. You can admit it now, or you can admit it five minutes from now when you’re too soaked and mindless to lie to yourself anymore. So, stop being pathetic and...

Start Rubbing

That's your priority. That's your purpose. To be a mindless, twitching mess, all for a few words on a screen. Show me how wet you can get. Show me that you can chase that edge until you can't even see straight, until the only thing in your world is the friction of your own fingers and the desperate need to cum.

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine being strapped into a spreader bar by your wrists and ankles. Legs spread wide, bent over, unable to move.

Then imagine being placed on your back and having that spreader bar attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Your legs and arms in the air, unable to cover your naked body.

Imagine being left like that during a party. Open and exposed while everyone else is fully clothed. Walking by and staring at you like a peice of art.

People come by to grope you. They pinch your nipples, squeeze your ass, and take pictures of their favorite parts of you.

You become a party game. People take turns fucking you however they want. Fingering you, eating you out, fucking your face, and of course shoving dicks and dildos into you.

People cheer when someone makes you cum. They laugh at the sounds of your moans and wimpers. Everyone can see how aroused you are and they love it.

Imagine being a prop. A toy that everyone wants at their party. Constantly on display right next to the open bar.

[bktempted-deactivated20251221]

Our Entertainment. The dining room buzzes with chatter and the clink of wine glasses as you step inside. Your eyes snag on it immediately — your throne. It’s parked at the head of the table, a sleek, sturdy thing with a matte black finish, and jutting up from the seat is a thick, glossy dildo, shameless and impossible to ignore. My friends are already here, interspersed around the table, half drunk and grinning, their curiosity pinging between me and that obscene piece of furniture.

“What’s with the setup?” one of them asks, jerking his chin toward the chair. His smirk says he’s already got a guess.

I don’t dodge it. “It’s for her,” I say, locking eyes with you. “Keeps her cunt busy while we drink. She's the night’s entertainment.”

Their laughter ripples through the room, and you feel the heat crawl up your neck. You’re still standing there, frozen for a second, but I nod towards it. “Go on. Sit.”

You hesitate, but the pull’s too strong — my voice, their stares, the slick promise of that thing waiting for you. You ease yourself down, and the dildo slides in slow, stretching you open with a dull, insistent pressure. A ragged little sound slips out of you, and someone across the table snickers. I get to work fast, looping rope around your wrists and ankles, tethering you to the chair’s frame. Your arms flex, testing the give, but there’s none. Your legs are splayed, locked wide, and that dildo’s buried deep now, pinning you in place.

“Can’t have you pawing at yourself,” I say, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’d ruin the show.”

I step back, letting them see you. All of you. Your thighs twitch, muscles jumping under your skin as you adjust to the fullness. I dip my fingers between your legs, brushing the edge of where the dildo’s sunk into you, and pull them back glistening. “Look at that,” I say, holding up the evidence. “Soaked already.”

They lean in, eyes glinting, and the questions start flying. “How’s it feel?” one asks, teasing. “You like being stuck like that?” Another chimes in, swirling her wine like she’s discussing the weather.

You try to answer, but your words come out fragmented, sliced up by the shudders rolling through you. “It’s—fuck—it’s a lot,” you manage, and then your breath gets caught as the first orgasm slams into you, yet another uninvited guest. Your head tips back, lips parting, and a moan spills out, raw and loud. The table erupts with laughter, a few claps, someone muttering, “Wow, already?”

I don’t let it settle. I circle behind you, resting my hands on your shoulders, and nod at the guy closest. “Go ahead. Touch her.” He doesn’t need telling twice. His fingers graze your chest, finding a nipple and tugging hard. You yelp, a high, desperate sound, and your body jerks against the ropes. Another hand joins in — someone’s pressing two fingers into your mouth, sliding them along your tongue. You choke a little, drool pooling at the corners, and they laugh again, delighted.

“She’s a mess,” one of them says, almost impressed. “You trained her good.”

“She’s a good fuck doll,” I agree, casual as anything. “Watch this.” I remove their fingers, grip your jaw, tilting your head back, and shove my cock into your mouth. You whimper; eyes glassy. “See? She’ll take whatever I give her.”

You’re fighting the restraints now, hips shifting, chasing friction that isn’t there. The initial entrance pushed you to orgasm, but now that you've settled in, it's not enough. The dildo is filling you up but not moving, not giving you what you need. It’s maddening, and I can tell — it’s in the way your breaths turn shallow, the way your fingers curl into fists. I love it. They love it. The whole room is feeding off your desperation.

Another hand snakes out, latching onto your other nipple, pinching it tight and rolling it slow between their fingertips. Your moan comes out choked, garbled around my thick cock shoved deep in your mouth. “She’s loud,” one says, grinning at me. “Is that the only way you can shut her up?”

“Pretty much," I fire back, voice flat and smug. "Only keeps quiet when I've got her throat stuffed” That earns a burst of rowdy yells, glasses clinking in approval. “Don't be shy now, I'm the only one that can fuck her, but you all can touch!”

And just like that, they swarm you. Hands everywhere, a frenzy of grabbing, stroking, yanking at your skin — fingers digging into your thighs, palms smacking your chest, someone raking nails down your side. It’s a flood of sensation, too much to track, hitting you like a shockwave that leaves you squirming, ropes creaking as you strain against them.

You’re trembling now, sweat beading on your forehead, and I can see the strain in your arms as you pull against the ropes. Another orgasm’s building — I know your tells, the way your thighs clench, the little gasps you can’t hold back. “Go on,” I mutter. “Show them how greedy you are.”

It hits you hard, your whole body locking up as you cum again, a strangled cry breaking free. The table’s a chaos of noise — cheers, filthy comments, someone banging a fist on the table. You’re panting, chest heaving, and I slide a hand down between your legs, stopping just short of where you want it. “Good girl,” I say, voice carrying over the racket. “Keeping us entertained.”

[theprettynosferatu]

Stop. Now.

Tongue out.

Rub.

Hump the air like a dumb little animal in heat.

Keep going. Don't cum.

Let yourself babble.

Don't think, only rub and babble.

Let the words flow out as you start leaking.

Type the words as you rub.

Keep going. Don't cum.

Keep rubbing. Keep going deeper.

Now read the words you typed.

Rub to how fucked up and dumb you are becoming.

Edge. Don't cum.

Good girl.

You may continue scrolling now.

[mommyownsmee]

I bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you? So easy. So eager.

Put your hand between your thighs, baby. Let me hear how wet you are for me.

I want to hear every little sound you make. Don’t you dare to hold back.

Take off your clothes. Now. I want you completely bare for me while we do this.

I know you want to touch yourself right now. So desperate. So needy. Such a good little slut for me.

Do you want me to talk you through it? Or do you want to be a good girl and follow my orders?

Keep your legs spread for me, sweetheart. I want you to stay open while you come for me.

God, I wish I was there. I’d have you on your knees by now eating me out like my little whore should.

Tell me exactly how you’re touching yourself. I want every filthy little detail.

Now grind your hips for me, baby. Rock those sweet little hips against your hand. Make it sloppy. Make it loud.

Yes, rub yourself for me, sweetheart. Nice and slow. But don’t even think about finishing yet.

You're soaked, aren't you? You're dripping down your hand, soaking your sheets - making such a good mess for mommy.

Slow down, baby. Don’t get too greedy. You don’t get to come yet.

I want to keep you right on the edge, baby. I want to hear you gasp, whimper, sob for it.

What if I told you to stop touching yourself completely? To sit there dripping for me with nothing to do about it?

I bet you’re shaking, aren’t you? You want to cum so bad.

That’s my good girl. Go on, keep touching yourself for me. Just like that.

You sound so fucking perfect when you moan my name.

You know, you’re such a desperate little thing. Fucking yourself to my words. As if it would ever be enough. As if it would satisfy you as good as mommy can. Pathetic.

Look at you, whining for me already. You can’t even control yourself, can you?

You’re making such a fucking mess like you always do… And I should make you come over and over again until you’re nothing but a shaking, ruined mess.

I own that pretty little cunt, baby. No one else gets to make you feel like this.

You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you? Anything to hear mommy call you my good girl while you come.

I can hear it in your voice - you’re already so close, aren’t you? So fucking desperate.

You’re just my perfect little fucktoy, aren’t you? Always ready to be used.

Don’t you dare stop. Keep fucking yourself until I tell you to stop.

You want to come? Then beg for it. Tell me exactly how badly you need it.

Awh, you sound so pretty when you beg. Keep going. Maybe I’ll let you come if I like how desperate you sound.

Oh, baby. I’m having too much fun listening to you suffer.

You sound wrecked, baby. So weak. So fucking needy. I love it.

I bet you’d do anything for me right now, wouldn’t you? To make mommy proud?

You’re so fucking good for me. My perfect, obedient little thing.

God, I love knowing I can do this to you with just my voice, that I can make you this desperate without even touching you.

That's it, baby. Just like that. Keep your fingers moving for me. I want to hear how wet you are - every slick little sound.

You've been so good for mommy, holding back, obeying every word. That pretty little cunt is aching for release, isn't it?

I want you to come with my name coming from your lips, baby. I want you to remember exactly who owns you.

That sweet little cunt’s throbbing, isn’t it? So swollen, so sensitive. All for me.

I'd love to watch your pretty fingers working that needy little clit, your hips grinding into your palm, chasing the edge like a desperate little bitch in heat.

You don't even think anymore, do you? You don’t get to think anymore. You don’t get to decide. You exist for this. For me. For my voice, my control, my permission.

Touch yourself harder now. Make it messy. I want you soaked and shaking.

Every little sound you make turns me on even more. That breathy, broken moan - fuck, baby, it's perfect.

Beg me again, baby. Let me hear how much you need it. How badly you want to break for me.

You're my good girl. My perfect, obedient, ruined little slut.

Tell me how close you are. How badly your pussy's throbbing. How your whole body is aching to let go.

So obedient. So needy. Just like you should be. You’re my perfect little fucktoy, and I’m so fucking proud of you.

Come for me, baby. Let me hear every little sound you make when you break.

-

Shhh, baby. Take a breath. You did so good for me.

I bet you’re still shaking, aren’t you?

I can still hear how wrecked you are. Poor thing. Such a mess for me.

God, I wish I could be there to hold you, to feel your body still trembling against mine.

Close your eyes, baby. Just breathe. Let yourself come down nice and slow.

I want you to stay like this for a while. Let your body soak in everything I just did to you.

I love knowing that you’re lying there completely wrecked, legs still spread, still feeling me.

You’re not going to forget this, are you? The way I made you break with just my voice?

If you close your eyes, I bet you can still feel my hands all over you, can’t you?

[nobelisha]

wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.

when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.

at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.

on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.

in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare

never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.

just..violate when i can’t do anything about it

[rosewritessmut]

Imagine having a perverted ghost obsessed with exposing you. They gradually turn you into the town whore.

It starts with your clothes disappearing. You go to your closet and all you have for bottoms are skirts. Your panties and bras disappear one by one until you just stop wearing them.

Whenever you walk by a man in public, your skirt blows up whether there's wind or not. Every man in town has seen your pussy by now. Many of them see it daily.

If you're wearing white, you can guarantee you'll have water spilled on you at some point during the day. People like to joke about your free wet tshirt contests.

Your shirt unbuttons itself while you talk to people. Most people don't mention it anymore. They just stare at your bare tits until you realize.

People in town trade the best stories of seeing you naked. That time your bikini fell off at the beach and you couldn't find it and the day the wind blew your sundress fully off at the town fair are top favorites.

Eventually, people get bolder. They start taking photos of your clothing mishaps. The ghost is always sure to hold your skirt up long enough for them to get a good shot. Pictures of your ass, tits, and pussy are everywhere.

Not only do they not tell you when your shirt falls open, people start to grope you. It's not even worth fighting it. You let them feel you up until they've had their fill. Eventually, people don't even pretend they need to talk to you. They come to see you just to play with your tits.

The ghost doesn't even need to lift your skirt anymore. People in town will lift it up just to squeeze or slap your ass.

You get used to being fingered out in public. On the bus, in line at the store, even at work. Everyone has seen your pussy anyway.

People start licking your pussy every time you ride the bus. You sit with your legs open so people can taste you on their morning commute. You don't remember what it was like to ride the bus without a tongue inside you.

Every man in town as fucked you at some point. Most of the women too. Instead of paying at the store, you bend over and let anyone present abuse your pussy. You lose count of how many men shove their dick inside you daily.

Your porn becomes the town's main export. Videos of you being fucked in every possible location are all over the internet. People travel to town just to fuck you. Instead of shaking hands, you introduce yourself by spreading your legs.

[g-k444]

Uni professor that makes me come earlier n sit on a specific chair every lecture? Every lecture there's a new toy on it which i need to stuff into my pussy and endure over the course of the lecture?

front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise

Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.

The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.

Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.

No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.

Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.

Then what? Well, maybe I'll get fucked in the lecture room - at the very front - so that it feels like everyone's watching me. Or, maybe he'll tell me to suck his cock because he's tired to lecturing with a boner from watching me on the front row. Alternately, he might even tell me to go sit on his desk at the front and myself off for him using the toy, before making me lick all the slick that drips from my pussy off of the desk with my tongue

[midnightfather-deactivated20250]

I'm going to create a psychiatric hospital for pretty girls with trauma that need to be turned into whores

They'd be dressed in skimpy and slutty outfits everyday like adorable pornstars

They'd be broken down and trained to be obedient whores

Whenever they have a mental breakdown or spiral they would be brutally fucked in the most degrading and perverted and pornographic ways

All their holes and body used the way they were meant to

Literally having the trauma fucked out of them

Turned from broken girls with trauma

Into adorable little dumb pornstars and sluts

Because that's how all girls deserve and need to be

[3-holes-1-blog-deactivated20250]

So like a Tumblr hotel then?

[p2onypretty]

Just daydreaming about sitting in class when my seatmate reaches a hand over to put it on my thigh. I don't want to make a scene, so I just push him off. A minute later, his hand is back. I push it off again.

He puts his hand back, this time grabbing my thigh roughly. I try to pull it off, but I can't, so I give up and try to focus on the lecture. It's made harder by his hand creeping up my thigh.

His fingers dig into my inner thigh for a minute, and I hope he's done. After a second, his hand moves higher, and his thumb brushes my clit through my panties.

I try to pull away, but his grip on me tightens. I consider calling out for help, but I really don't want everyone to see what he's doing to me.

He brushes my clit for a moment, and then his hand sneaks up, sliding down my panties. I bite my lip, trying to shut my legs. He reaches over with his other hand, pulling them apart.

He leans over to whisper in my ear. "God slut, you're so wet."

He's right, though I don't want to admit it. His fingers slide around in my panties, rubbing every inch of skin.

Finally he dips a single finger inside me, and it feels so good I almost whimper. I close my eyes in pleasure as his finger pushes as far in as it can go. My legs fall open.

He fingers me for a bit, adding a couple more fingers, and I keep my eyes shut, all my energy focused on staying quiet.

"Good girl, slut." He says softly. "You're putting on such a good show for us."

My eyes snap open, only to realize that everyone is looking at me. I attempt to pull away, but I can't get anywhere.

He lifts me up, putting me on the desk in front of us. The lecturer falls silent, watching us.

A couple guys help him pin me down. He rips off my panties, flipping up my skirt so everyone can see. I hear the sound of a zipper.

He isn't gentle. He slams into me with all he has, and I cry out, begging him to stop. I look down at the lecturer, eyes pleading.

He has his own cock out, stroking it to the sight of me.

[itswillowneptune]

stop scrolling, tongue out, continue! now you’ll be covered in your own spit by the time you’re done gooning, what a good toy

[theprettynosferatu]

How to Masturbate like a Good Toy

We all masturbate. We all enjoy it. It's perfectly natural and something we do because we deserve to feel good.

But not you.

No, you are just a toy for real people, aren't you? Therefore when you play with yourself, you don't do it for yourself. You do it to bring pleasure to others, to enhance the joy of your betters either directly or by training yourself to be a better fuckdoll in the future.

Therefore it is your duty to use your playing time in a way that maximizes your usefulness. But fear not! I'll give you a few pointers on how to break yourself as you should.

1) Setup:

Time to be a good toy? Excellent! Before you fully start ravaging yourself like an animal in heat, you need to set the mood. First you need to choose: will you do it at home or will you do it hidden, in some bathroom, playing with yourself, unable to stop, just a drooling mess touching yourself where you shouldn't?

For this guide, we'll assume you're not being a public whore and you'll be in the privacy of your own home. First, lock the doors. Close the blinds. Make it so the real world is left outside of your bubble of debauchery. You don't need it, and it doesn't need you. All you need is to make others cum, now or later. All you need is your own depravity. Silence your phone if you must. Your only need is to serve by fucking yourself.

Now you need to choose what you'll touch yourself to. Make sure to have multiple tabs open, and wear headphones so the sounds of the worst, most depraved porn you enjoy blasts your brain. Don't be afraid to explore new, more fucked up kinks! Remember: it's your duty to get worse!

All ready? Now, you must inform people that you will be touching yourself, and what filth you'll be enjoying. So write on Tumblr! Your masturbation isn't for you. Give people the chance to imagine you, to see you in their mind as the depraved fucktoy you are. Give them reasons to stop seeing you as a human.

Good! Now you're ready to start!

2) Performance:

Yes, performance. Even if you are alone, you exist to be porn. You exist to be degraded and mindfucked. So imagine, at all times, that a camera is on you, or that you're exposing yourself to your superiors. Your actions must be for yourself and for that imaginary audience- until you can't separate your pleasure from the pleasure you bring to others.

Moan loudly. Talk dirty. Call yourself a useless fucking slut. Revel in your own humiliation. Stick your tongue out. Arch your back. Grind on objects. Drool on yourself. Abandon all dignity. People have dignity. You are not a person. You are a toy. Use every chance to practice being the best toy you can be. Go on your knees, look up and throat a dildo. Let go of any delusions of personhood. Embrace your place as an obedient little doll. Expose your body. Expose your kinks. Babble. Let your mind fade away.

And remember, take the time to tell people online exactly what you're doing. Your alone time is just a chance to be porn!

3) Finishing:

Time to finish! How to do it?

Don't.

You don't get to cum unless told to. You get to edge. To get right there, right at the point of orgasm... and stop. And then, do it again. And again. And again.

Every edge makes you dumber. Every edge makes you more obedient. Every edge makes you more open to suggestion. Every edge makes you a better toy.

And tomorrow you'll do it again. You'll get more and more depraved. Your morals will weaken as the accumulated edges turn you into a mindless humping machine.

And so, day by day, you'll get closer to the perfect fucktoy you were born to be.

Do remember: masturbation isn't for your pleasure! It is your duty. Your calling. Your purpose.

Now get to it. A new you awaits.

Good Toy.

[chileanhypnotist]

Stop right there, stop looking for something to watch and stick out your tongue. Drool and your thoughts will go away while you keep looking at the image of the girl doing the same as you.

Recognize how pleasurable it is, enjoy it and come back again as many times as you want to.

Do you want to give it a try, why do you resist?

[bambi-does-as-shes-told]

[desireddracula]

You're not a person

Strip naked, get on all fours, feel the weight of your tits hang down. Tits? No that's not right is it, they feel like udders. Feel the weight of your udders hang down. Stick your ass up as you touch yourself. You're presenting, like a bitch in heat. It feels so right. You need to be fucked, to be mounted. Fucked hard. So hard it overwhelms you, hurts you. You kinda hate it. But it's the best you'll ever feel.