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30+, queer, they/them.

[thegoodenby]

i wanna be teased and fondled in front of a group of people. torn between my embarrassment and my horniness, i'm trying to squirm away at first, but i can't resist long. especially because everyone watching degrades me in such encouraging ways. "come on, we can already see how turned on you are!" "don't worry, we already know you're a needy slut." "be a good toy and show off for us!" "you can't resist, can you? you're such a perfect fucktoy." i'd be begging for more so quickly, and who knows how many people want to join in on the fun...

(op is a trans person. this post is t4t. cis people may reblog, but behave or get blocked)

[dumbndiseased]

I want to be conditioned to be unable to cum without permission. I lack the discipline to do it myself, so just have the decision taken away from me. Just forced to edge until someone tells me I'm allowed.

[hypnopum]

“Did I say you could stop?” Your hypnotist asked, as you sat, quivering, in post orgasm bliss. Your mind took a moment to catch up – they hadn’t told you to stop touching… So… Your body was reacting before you had finished processing the thought.

More touching. More pleasure. Only… This was more intense. “That’s it toy… You’re still under my control, no matter how much your body feels like it can’t take any more. So, keep going.” Your mind was crumbling again, any semblance of thought was dissolving.

The pleasure and their control were intertwining, wrapping around your brain, and crushing it. You let out a soft whimper as the pleasure continued to grow, continued to pulse, and spike. “Awh, what’s wrong?” Your hypnotist cooed down at you, as you writhed.

“Is it too much sensation? Are you feeling overstimulated? Has it begun to hurt yet?” That last question was asked with a… vindictive tone. And it was beginning to hurt. The spikes of pleasure were becoming small brushes of pain. They were laughing as you gasped.

“Good. I want you to hurt for me. To suffer for me. I want you to feel your submission through the sensations that creep through you. Pleasure can be a source of pain, just as surely as impact can, toy. Keep going. You can stop when I tell you, okay?”

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[hypno-matt]

There's something so hot about obeying without hesitation.

Being so docile and programmed that the action of following orders precedes any semblance of thought.

Being so compliant that any temporary change to my thinking or personality is instant and I barely register it.

It feels so good to be that way. So doll-like. Just a machine, reacting to its commands like a computer reacts to having its key pressed.

No thoughts, ideas or worries, just a blank mind ready to be toyed with.

No resistance or hesitation, just the arousing feeling of instinctual obedience.

Just a toy. Just a doll. Just empty. Please make me empty.

[fffxcktoy-deactivated20230904]

fuckkk i really wanna pump your cock 🤤🤤 it’s not coming off until you take my fist in your ass, so i can pull it off and spank your swollen dick and feel you clench on my wrist

fuck yeah fuck yeah you know what I need. what a perfect way to make sure I don't get any stimulation on my dick other than constant one-note suction. my desperate, trapped cock twitching and bobbing as it swells inside the pump. throbbing and jumping as you work my ass open inch by inch around your generous hand. the incredible, electric feeling of it sliding all the way into me and my tired hole closing around your wrist. i know I'd get so overwhelmed when you started spanking, trapped between the sting of you paddling my cock and the unrelenting invasion of your whole damn hand keeping me in place so I can't do anything but squirm and squeeze on you. 🥵

[poundkittie]

i can’t stop thinking about if there was like. an actual aphrodisiac that made you so horny it hurts. so horny that just a little brush, a little skin to skin contact, maybe just a touch of the hand is enough to make you cum.

like. imagine fucking a puppyboy while he’s so sensitive from aphrodisiacs he can’t breathe. he’s squirming in place because every sensation goes straight to his cock. imagine making him cum over and over again until he can’t move, and he’s crying and begging you both to stop and to keep going because hes so exhausted but he’s still so fucking horny and you’re tired too but its just so good and i uhm ieuuehm what was i saying

[angel-in-your-basement]

It is so mind-numbingly hot when a Dom tells you no. No, you can’t touch yourself. No, you aren’t allowed to cum. No, I’m not going to use your pathetic little hole. You get so fucking desperate when you feel that helpless, when you’re begging and pleading with them just for them to deny you. When they remind you that you’re only there for their enjoyment, and they’re more than happy to take your pleasure away on a whim. Because to them, you’re just a toy to play with and abuse. Nothing makes me needier. Nothing makes me want it more than being told I can’t have it.

[bluedresskitty]

I want a girl who wakes up before me every morning, rolls over and patiently watches me as I sleep.

She begins her whispers as I start to wake.

Soft, melodic words and phrases capturing me in that moment where my consciousness is on standby but my mind has begun switching on.

That moment when my mind is waiting for input, expecting me to take control. That moment is when she takes the reigns. She hijacks me with her soft, velvety voice, and goes to work rewriting, reinforcing, and reconfiguring me in her image.

And with just a few minutes each morning when I'm most susceptible, her words will be entangled permanently in my mind, solidifying my training, melting my resistance, and guaranteeing another day of uncontrollable arousal.

Primed and ready to channel into service — for her.

[bluedresskitty]

shhhh... just relax... close your eyes... go back to sleep... and let your mind slip away...

[sundered-sadist]

You should really stop begging to cum. It’s not like your pathetic noises are going to convince me either way, but you aren’t going to cum. Period.

You need to understand that I let you edge. I could lock you in chastity, forcing you to never touch again, but I understand that needy creatures perform better with edging. You edge and deny for me, because it makes you more pliable for me. It makes you more submissive, more devoted to me.

So, stop begging to cum. The next time you want to cum, how about you beg for me to keep you denied instead?

[sweetlyspiraling]

You weren't always like this. Once, a long time ago, you were entirely your own person. You had conflicting responsibilities. You had so many worries. You were never sure what the next day would bring. Even in your routine, you were halfway feral.

Not anymore. Now you wake and know precisely what you are meant to do. There is no questioning, no confusion. You run through your day like clockwork.

You weren't always this content. Once, in the times before, you had to think so much. About nearly everything, in fact. Everything you did was a choice, a decision. Whether you knew it or not, all those choices weighed on you. They drained your energy, made it so much easier for you to fall.

Now all your choices are made for you. When you wake, what you wear, what you eat, what you do. You're a little clockwork doll, and all you need to do is let yourself be wound up whenever you feel your mind starting to slip from its carefully controlled path.

You don't need to think anymore. You don't think anymore. Some days you find yourself coming to a moment of alertness (or the closest you come to it) in the middle of a task. You don't remember beginning it, and you don't know when you will end it. You only know that this is what you are meant to do.

And it feels so good. That's all you'll ever have to know.

[cognitivebloom-deactivated20260]

They put you back on the shelf not because you are not interesting anymore but because the less attention they give you the more depraved things you will do to be played with again... and it works, isn't it?

[fluidlyicyspore]

There’s something insanely alluring about picturing you completely under someone’s control. Heavy eyelids, slack expression, drool slipping past parted lips as you kneel on the floor wearing nothing but a collar like an obedient little pet. Totally unbothered by being pulled along by a leash, your mind hazy and softened into submission.

Or maybe it’s the opposite fully awake, trembling with excitement at a single command. Instantly needy at the snap of their fingers, desperate for approval, eager to carry out humiliating tasks you once would’ve mocked without hesitation. Now you’d do anything just to earn a little attention.

📸 : @snootiesnoop 💕💕

[sweetlyspiraling]

And then there's the secret third thing. You move through your life steady, feeling the weight of control resting on your mind. You don't always know what it is you're being commanded to do. Sometimes you're certain you have a purpose. Then you spring into action, eagerly following commands. Eyes bright, desperate for approval, knowing your purpose and letting it fill you.

Other times you can't be as certain. Are you acting of your own volition? Have you been given a command you forgot? Or are you so far gone you're shaping yourself into who they want you to become?

If it feels good enough, does it even matter?

[honeydr1ps]

pussy slaps until your hole is all drippy and puffy and sensitive 🥴😵‍💫❤️

[goodgirlcoded]

i don’t think you understand how badly i need you to start pinching and tugging my nipples while i’m trying to tell you something, making me stutter and look up at you all confused and glassy-eyed. need your hand to slip into my panties and just start playing with my clit, rolling it between your fingers while you’re focused on something else entirely, like i’m just conveniently placed beside you. i want my need to keep growing and growing while you have zero intention of giving me release. i’m just your fidget toy. please.

[adz]

i laid my head in her lap and she started rubbing and scratching it in gentle rhythmic circles and within minutes i was on the verge of falling asleep. i groggily looked up and said “this feels so nice, i almost fell asleep” and she looked down and said “i did a bunch of research into scalp stimulation and found the most comforting speeds, forces, and patterns, and then i practiced on different girls until i had dialed in an effective technique”

[adz]

t4t because you just dont get this sort of autistically optimized treatment from cis girls

[stagfemme]

orgasm denial hits such a specific place for me. the inherent ownership of being denied, you only get what you’re allowed, what they decide to give you and when. and so your pleasure becomes not your own— it it something they are taking because they want it. it becomes a series of facts. i will fuck you until you are satisfied or you will play with me for as long as you care to. you will take what you want. i will not cum. the transcendent feeling of knowing it doesn’t matter if i want it. i can feel however i want. it’s not mine to decide

[the-denial-diaries]

I look up at her pleadingly, my lips wrapped around her cock. I’m gagging and sputtering on it, struggling to throat another inch. But I try because it’s Unlocking Day and I’m desperate to please her and earn my pleasure.

As soon as I’m unlocked from my chastity belt each week, she unceremoniously coats my clit with numbing cream. She then lets me spend the day “edging” for her amusement. Those days are the hardest. I rub and rub and rub but all I can feel is dull pressure. I’m usually dripping and crying by the end. Sometimes though, if I’ve been especially well behaved that week, she’ll fuck me with her strap. Those days are my favourite because even with my clit numb, and though I can’t cum from it, it feels so good. It’s the only pleasure I receive now.

“That’s enough, let’s see how well you’ve lubed me up.”

Her strap pops out of my mouth and I’m hoping my messy blowjob has earned me it in my needier hole. I can feel the numbing cream has taken hold, making my clit useless, but my cunt still aches desperately to be filled.

“This isn’t going to work.”

She’s stroking her cock before my eyes. My mouth instinctively opens around the tip to try again but she pulls away, out of reach.

“Your pathetic blowjob isn’t going to cut it today. I think we need something else.”

I kneel waiting, watching as she walks over to the dresser and pulls out a familiar white tube. My heart sinks. She twists off the cap and squeezes out the cream, spreading it along the length of her strap. She adds more. She’s using the numbing cream as lube.

“That’s better. Nice and wet. Get in position.”

My eyes are already watering from throating her. That makes it easier to pretend I’m not starting to cry. I turn around on my hands and knees, lower my face and lift my hips up.

The cream works fast, but it’s not instant. I feel the first thrust. By the third though, it’s just that same dull pressure again, deep but distant.

“Don’t you feel lucky?”

I sob a little, rubbing my face against the floor, but I nod. Because I did get unlocked. Because I did get almost three thrusts. Because compared to the alternative, lucky is exactly what I am.

And just like that, my only crumb of pleasure is taken away. Now when she fucks me, I feel just as little as her strap does. At least she can get off on my suffering.