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@mistervixxen
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Hi I’m Vix
queer he/him ftm, in my thirties, submissive*, bottom**, north american west coast based, kink educator in my freetime.
get off my blog if you’re a minor, that shouldn’t be surprising
otherwise, asks are open to whoever, but remember let’s all try to be nicer*** to each other on the internet
kinks and interests under the cut
been on t for 4 months now and ever since my bottom groth started really coming in i’ve been obsessed with bullying my little cock. i know it’s pathetic, but i get so hard and drippy just from spanking my cunt, delivering blow after stinging blow until it’s puffy and red and my hips are jumping off the bed every time i raise my hand. then once i’m hard i look for anything i can use to hurt it with. i pull the skin back and flick the tip with all the force i can manage. i prick it with toothpicks. i rub it with a paintbrush. i pinch and pull at it, seeing how far it can stretch. anything to make it hurt.
but i really need a mean dom to tie me up with my legs spread apart so they can test my limits and push me past them. i need someone to make sure i can’t stop them while they abuse my tdick. i need them to smack it as hard as they can, clip it up with clothespins, torture it with an electric toothbrush, bite it, spit on it, freeze it with ice cubes and burn it with ginger. i need them to show me what a pathetic little slut testosterone has made me. how i can get off to anything as long as someone is touching me somehow, no matter if all i can feel is pain. i need them to ignore my tears and laugh at the way i fight against the ropes to close my legs when we both know this is what i really want. it’s what i’m good for.
the dick sucking cuddler would like to rest its head on your tummy with no ulterior motive whatsoever
*bouncing and whining on it* do you like. actually like me?
"Partnered sex has stakes for everyone involved. Good partners will adapt to your needs and regularly check in to learn more about what those needs are. They’ll do it on a month-to-month basis for medical circumstances and major shakeups. They’ll do it on a week-to-week basis because of changing interest in sex and schedules. They’ll do it on a moment-to-moment basis as your needs change.
Since every disability is unique, advocating for ourselves does mean explaining our bodies and lives in these conversations. Our partners don’t live in our bodies, so clear communication is important. Some people respond well to clear descriptions of your symptoms and what you need. Others may find personal stories or accounts about your disability and how it affects your life more helpful. I’ve gotten very used to talking about how my lung damage started and how it constrains my life now. How we communicate our needs and advocate for ourselves will differ, but it’s our way of making our circumstances better. It can also be a collaborative conversation with partners as you think about solving problems together."
Summer Tao, Having Sex While Recovering From Long-Term Injuries
"Stop, you're making me" F*/F
Prev: https://www.tumblr.com/sentinelq/798157415259455488/3-tiny-tentacle-monster-that-crawls-into-the
The Tiny tentacle monster that crawls inside the locked room of a straitjacketed patient, attaches to her clit and gives her the most sleepless night of unfullfilled, constant edging with its constant teasing.
The next morning, her eyes are squinting, her stomach tense. She's twitching, squirming and thrashing in her bed all night the effects of the tentacle monster's engulfing of her clit and subsequent feasting.
The bitchy orderly entered the room, plastic medicine cup in hand, about to undo the restraints around her patient's ankles. "Cmon, let's go, I don't have all day".
Her eyes still closed, all she could do was nod, focusing all her restraint on what's happening below deck. Not to cum.
Taking any opportunity to flex what little power she has, the orderly lifted her fingers off the cuff lock and placed two of them on her soles, gently scratching up and down. "Cmonnn, you sure you wanna act like that?"
Throwing the poor girl's senses into complete disarray, she tried to resist the shocking new sensation. In response, the pill cup was put down, and two sets of fingers found themselves dancing up and down her soles, her lips curling into an unwanted smile.
"Nnno, dddon'ttt"
"Don't make this more difficult than it has to be, or..." a silent, yet screaming threat of the fingers previously on her soles, now ascending her heels, ankles, shins, knees, the clear threat of escalation.
The tentacle monster was becoming agitated from all the movement, the shaking. Beginning to awaken and move around.
"Nnnnnnooo, you don't underrrsstanddd"
"Ohhh, I understand, you testy little time waster. I understand you need a little attitude adjustment."
Grabbing and squeezing between her thighs, the ticklish sensations made the poor girl jolt and start squirming. The tentacle monster's voracious mouth engulfed her clit and began sucking on it, its tentacles tickling the slit of her pussy, as if trying to coax it to invite them in.
"STOP, STOP, STOP"
"No♥️, No♥️, No♥️," She was enjoying herself now. The joy of seeing the restrained girl's body squirm, submitting to her fingers, or so she thought.
The orderly manhandled her hips, holding them in place with one hand, the other feeling out, finding and gently tickle-squeezing at her victim's hip and thigh tendons.
The shrieking, the thrashing, the breaking into helpless forced laughter. All motivating the tentacle monster to suck on that needy little red button, its appendages opening up then splaying her engorged pussy, entering and tickling it all wet.
It detached itself from her clit, centering its mouth on her soaked pussy, the tentacles tickling the insides while its smooth, phallic tongue tasted them, feasting upon her hormones and triggering little orgasmic explosions on every single pleasure nerve upon its penetration.
She *saw* it. That sharp sudden intake of breath, that looks just a bit different to that of laughter?
"Are you... getting off to this? Huh?" Squeezing faster, "Is this making you cum? You little pervert? "
Barely catching her breath, unable to vocalize a single word from the intense feelings of both tickling and pleasure, she could only look at her with a pathetic look of tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Where is it?" One hand remained tickling her hip bones and thigh tendons, the other searched, over the crotch guard of her straitjacket. And found IT.
Sneaking her fingers in, and tickling her swollen clit's over her underwear.
"Is this the spot? Is this what's making you cum? Here? Right here? Yeah? Yeahh?" No matter how hard she tried to buck and get her off, the orderly's fingers firmly glued on top of her ticklish clit, wearing the most self-satisfied, sadistic smile. Knowing she's about to Cum.
She leaned back, eyes rolled to the back of her head and surrendering herself to the most intense double-teaming ticklegasm of her life. The orderly, tickle torturing and masturbating her. The monster, spreading her wide open, tickling, licking and fucking her insides.
She passed out. Cup of pills placed on the dresser. Another rehabilitation session inbound.
One thing that works exceptionally well for post orgasm torture is tying them up and teasing them gently with a vibe on a lower setting for as long as they can possibly take it. Kissing their neck and playing with their mouth and teasing their hole with your fingers while you keep them on the edge for what feels like an eternity. Slowly down each time the teasing brings them close. Sweetly caressing them until they're such a quivering mess their legs uncontrollably jerking and their moans becoming pathetic, needy whimpers until you finally, suddenly, turn the vibe up to its highest setting and force them over the edge, then keep it pressed against them until they're writhing in uncontrollable pleasure and agony, a helpless toy forced to cum over and over again until their brain turns to mush
Training you to lie limp like a doll, reinforcing your restraint with praise and pleasure. Any time you get too tense and start clenching and moving, I back off, gently reminding you that your job is to be a good toy, and toys don't move. You get what I give you, and nothing more. And until you ease back and calm your breathing, allowing that distant, hazy look to steal over your face, I just wait patiently, guiding you with my voice alone to melt, to relax, to be a good doll for me.
It might take a while, but eventually I can have you barely moving from the first touch to the last. The instant I start, weakness and heat overtake your body. Toys get used, toys don't move... Focusing on the refrain, you feel eager pleasure building inside you as I chase relief. So desperate to please, now brought to the cusp by lying there limp and soft. Until finally, after enough teasing and edging, you manage to finish just from being used by me. Untouched, chest just barely rising with breath, seized by involuntary pulses of tension in the release. Lying motionless, getting off only to entertain me. My perfect toy.
I love people with like. highly specific accessory/clothing kinks like unironically. you mean all I have to do to drive you up the wall is wear something completely mundane, harmless, or a bit weird? fantastic, especially as a sub bc you get to make me wear it. this costs me nothing and makes you out of your mind horny that sounds like a win/win
panties is by far the funniest version of this. I was going to wear those anyway.
glasses is another good one. girl I got u covered I can't see shit
restrained summer fun. tied up summer fun. bound and gagged summer fun.
Getting a job as an "egg creator" for Easter and you think it's going to be just painting some plastic eggs or assembling some chocolate eggs but you get there and next thing you know you got a syringe in you and your next few hours has to you turning into a girl with a pussy, and a pair of bunny ears replacing your ears, and a fluffy bunny tail on your new bubble butt. But that was just the start as you feel a weight in your stomach, a growing heavy weight, as your belly expands and expands until you just have to push, a solid egg, multicolored.
You can't stop laying, one after another, its not stopping, and it feels so good. So many different sizes, each one a need good feeling. Baskets of eggs laid before you finally slow down, a job well done!
Enjoy your next few days as a reward for so many baskets of eggs, sure you're stuck as a bunny girl for the next few days, but it's a pretty cool resort.
If you want to lay some more eggs, we have some rabbits with "carrots", ready to start the whole process again. Just be warned, they do fuck like rabbits, so expect a lot of loads, and alot of friendly rabbits to make friends with!
Just to make everyone feel better and normal: everyone can use strap-ons.
Cis gay dudes sometimes use strap-ons. Lesbians use strap-ons. Cis women use strap-ons. Trans men use strap-ons. Trans women can use strap-ons if they want to. Anyone can use straps. Just for fun. Sometimes an unnatural big ass dick or a bizarrely shaped one are more fun. Sometimes fucking others with something else is fun. It feeds different fantasies for different people.
Straps aren't an indicator of gender, sexuality, or even a surefire way to think you can assume what somebody's genitals are.
Get yourself a strap and go have some fun.
I'm so torn on gags, because on one hand, I really wanna hear them scream and laugh and beg because it's adorable
But on the other hand, hearing them laugh through a gag and the expression on their face when gagged, combined with how pathetic it sounds when they know they can't be understood but still try to beg anyway?
UGH forget about it
every time i have body image issues, i remember that my partner loves me for my personality, and my intellect, and how i care for them, and i feel better.
then i remember my partner also loves me for being fat and hairy because gay perverts are right all the time, and then i feel great!
[burns myself on the stove but I develop a fetish for it immediately so im fine]
i'm not teasing you because i'm mean. i'm teasing you because it's so pathetically easy to make you flustered.
all i did was rub that throbbing leaky spot between your legs and you're already all whiny? poor thing. it's like a toy that all i have to do is press onto the right place to get a reaction. i mean, it makes sense. you are a cute little toy, aren't you sweetheart?
Sex should have a secondary gameplay loop where you build bases, manage resources, and expand your territory
polycule
