This is my kind of exercise.
Yes Please~!
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This is my kind of exercise.
Yes Please~!
*this blindfold & gag combo is used for when she’s going to get harsh harsh punishment & I want her screams to be kept to a minimum & no seeing what’s coming next*
It was day 3 in the hole for Lucy, although she could barely tell anymore. For an hour a day her captor pulled up the secret hatch to wash and feed the hapless girl. Then she spent the next 23 in cramped darkness, the warm air of the house making her sweat.
In a few more days she would be lead out for a day of breaking in with the cane, then returned for 3 more days, then the cane again. Once her spirit was fully dismantled the evil woman would begin training the girl to her more sexual perversions.
In a matter of weeks Lucy would be forgetting her former life, under fear of being returned to the hole she would service this woman and her nasty friends. She would become a hot piece of meat for them to use and abuse.
And then she would go back in the hole, because her new owner was sadistic, and got almost as much pleasure out of the poor girl’s suffering as she did from her own pleasure.
There is a side of me that would kinda enjoy this
“…Yeah, it’s basically a “funishment” for ‘problem’ little-ones like yourself…you won’t be able to get out of this once you’re put in it, and you won’t be able to use the ‘baffroom’ for the suppository-induced mess you’re sure to be making while in it either…but, hey, it’s also a good bit of bouncy ‘fun’, and we’ve been told you seem to enjoy all the other babyish stuff too, ‘Potty Pants’, sooo…what’s not to like, right?…“
Top three fantasies 🤤
Top of my list too 🥺😍
Too big!
i want u to hold me down and fuck me until i forget my own name🤤🤤 Keep me at the edge between visceral awareness and floating away into myself, to drunk on the feeling of your cock recklessly ravage into me to even think straight any more. Pull my hair, and spank me or slap me when i start to fade. Force me back to full awareness of ur use, and then pound me down into my bed to put me back again.
Fuck me for so long that my brain melts and I can finally be the empty, shivering little cocktoy you love to use.
"Wow you're short" so fuck me about it. If I'm so small then fill my little cunt with your massive cock and pound into me till I'm crying and begging you to cum inside me and breed me. That's like the whole point of little bunnies like me, is to be fucktoys for everyone
They are difficult to get on, almost impossible to to take off
With matching severe Hood, Collar, Arm Binder, Hobble Skirt and Thigh High Ballerina Boots.
Naked and bolted down leaving her completely exposed to all sorts of torment. Exactly how a woman should be.
She told her friend she noticed a red leather jacket at the store, but since it was closed at that time she couldn’t buy it herself. So her friend told her she was going to buy it for her. And as she came home her friend was holding the red jacket in her hands and said: “time to put it on and show me how it looks.” Unfortunately for her, her friend visited the shop at the other side of the road and got her a red straight jacket. With a matching red ball gag. She is trying to tell her friend that she bought the wrong jacket, but it looks like she is going to wear this for the rest of the evening.
A Study in Contrasts
“Listen, I don’t have to take this, okay? I don’t know what you think we did together in your–your fevered imagination, and I don’t honestly care. You want to jack off thinking about me, that’s your own fucking business. But don’t sit there and tell all your friends that you’ve been… fucking brainwashing me into your fucking sex toy or whatever bullshit it is you’re trying to peddle, okay? This, this fucking ‘she gets horny every time she hears a bell ring’ thing, it’s…. It is demeaning, and it is degrading, and I’m not going to stand for–”
**chime**
“Oh. Oh fuck. Oh g-god, nnh, nggghh. P-please, Master, please I… f-fuck, feels so… f-ffucking fuck! C-can’t, I… oh, fuck Master yes, g-gonna, gonna cum for you, c-can’t stop, so wet, can’t fucking… nnnh! Nhhh! Gnnnnhhhh! Uh huh, yeah, titties, I… NNNNHHHH!!! Hnnnh. Please don’t stop. Please. Fuck. God. Oh. Ohhhhhh….”
**chime**
“Um. So. Yes. I, uh, I’m sure you think that you and your friends are going to get some kind of big sex show out of your quote ‘hypnotized dolly’, unquote, just because I might have happened to get a little bit warm and unbuttoned my top. I will have you know that it is not going to happen, okay? I’m a modern woman, I’m not ashamed of my body, and I don’t think breasts are any kind of big deal just because infantile men get worked up over them. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to masturbate like some kind of braying idiot while you watch. You can save that kind of thing for your sick, depraved masturbatory fantasies tonight because–”
**chime**
“G-god, oh god, f-fucking… fucking panties, I–fuck! So good, Master, yes, two… two fingers, I–oh god, cumming cumming CUMMING! Yes Master. I’m your good girl, I’m your wet little slut, I… n-no, never remember, never need to remember, just feels so fucking good to be owned, I… oh, shit, c-cumming so hard, please, please take my will away and program me and make me your obedient hypnotized dolly, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! F-fccckkk….”
**chime**
“I. Well. I, um, I think we’re done here. I, I don’t have to sit here and listen to your smug little insinuations, I can leave perfectly well under my own power–no, frankly I don’t need to pull them back up, I can walk just fine even with my panties around my knees, and I wouldn’t give you the dignity of thinking that your perverted talk has had even the slightest effect on me. They are loose, that’s all. They are a little big on me and they slipped down and I’m leaving now so you can just spend the rest of the evening thinking whatever you want because I–”
**chime**
“Ohhhhhh, fuckkkkkkk….”
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hehehe but also yumm😋😍💦
Hello again. Please, have a seat.
Let's talk about that fantasy. You know the one. Don't play coy with me. I mean the "use" fantasy.
You don't want to make love. You don't want to have sex. You want someone to *use* you, to turn your body into a living sex toy, a fleshlight with tits and a dirty talk function. You need to feel so empty, so objectified, to *know* that your partner is masturbating using your body to get off, with no care for you, your pleasure or even your humanity.
Did I get that right? I don't want to mess up my filing system of your many filthy desires.