You Would Be So Lucky

F - 30 - USA NO MINORS NO EXCEPTIONS 🪻

[no-ones-damsel]

Hello fellow perverts.

Here, I lay bare all of my fantasies. All of the cravings too depraved to go anywhere else.

My life, my identity, and my relationships are mine alone. Be respectful or get blocked.

One hell of a switch. Generally sub leaning, but certain people really bring the domme out. It’s all about power, darling 🪻

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Primary interests- power play, restraints/bondage (esp device bondage), overstimulation, free use, edging, bodywriting

Hard pass- somno, hard cnc & the primary word associated with it, sharps, piss, scat

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This blog runs 98% on scheduled posts.

[bound-sadist-deactivated2026052]

[depravedromantic2-deactivated20]

craving mirror sex where i'm railing a cute girl from behind with my arm wrapped cruelly around her neck "you like watching yourself be used like a dirty little slut hm?" before shoving my fingers in her mouth as the obscene sound of my hips slamming into her is filling up the room

[gilded-lilyyy]

[rapecandyagain]

i want to be made to sit on a big man's lap, on his cock that would be uncomfortably huge in my tight pussy, on his cock that he poured lube onto before he forced it into my pathetic wet cunt.

i want to be naked with my hands tied, facing away from the man, facing several other men who watch with grins on their faces as my pussy is impaled on that big cock. i want them to make fun of the noises i make, the way i beg for more or for him to stop. i want them to watch my big titties bouncing while i'm getting fucked and stretched.

while they wait for their turn.

[thefrdmshift]

Do it for her pt. ✌🏽

[angel-in-your-basement]

Being gagged just does something to my brain. Something about it feels so helpless. There’s no more talking, no more begging, there’s nothing you can do to get what you want. You just have to take what they give you, whether it be endless teasing or fucking you so hard you’d beg them to stop if you could. Even better if they taunt you with it, if they tell you to ask for what you want, just to laugh at how pathetic you sound trying. Like you’re just there for their entertainment and pleasure.

[baddadfox]

Every Sunday night she stands in front of me, naked, legs shoulder-width apart, hands behind her head.

Pussy inspection is non-negotiable.

I take my time. Sit back in my chair, whiskey in hand, and tell her to spread herself open with two fingers so I can see exactly how wet the anticipation has made her. I comment on everything (how puffy her lips are, how her little clit peeks out when she’s embarrassed, how shiny and desperate her hole looks).

“Already dripping for Daddy? Pathetic, princess. But I like you pathetic.”

Sometimes I make her hold the position while I edge her with just one finger, never letting her come. Sometimes I bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her ass slow and deep while I keep two fingers buried in her cunt, feeling how full she is.

She has to thank me after every orgasm. Has to look me in the eyes and say, “Thank you for using your little girl, Daddy.”

The best nights are when she fails to hold still and I get to punish her with the flogger across her tits and thighs before starting the inspection all over again.

By the end she’s usually a trembling, obedient mess, collar tight, ass red, cunt and throat both used, begging to be allowed to curl up in my arms and fall asleep with my cum still inside her.

That’s the rhythm we live in.

Control. Cruelty. Care. All of it mine to give.

All of it hers to crave.

[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

[kinkynerdsblogv4]

[welcome-2-the-jungle]

[the-sensitive-sadist]

Tying your hands in front of you and pinning you facedown on your bed so I can press a harsh, powerful vibrator between your legs and overstimulate you. Groping and spanking your ass while I torture you, slapping you so hard that you yelp and flinch and whine like a dumb little toy, overwhelmed by the combination of intense pleasure, and cruel, sharp pain.

[pr3ttypunisher]

i know it’s too much, sweetheart. that’s why i’m holding your hips still, so you don’t run from what you begged for.

you just came. hard. your first orgasm leaving you shaking, gasping for air. and now my fingers are still inside you. still moving. pushing you toward a second one that you’re not sure your body can handle.

you trying to squirm away. hips twisting. trying to escape. but my grip is firm. hands on your hips. keeping you exactly where i want you. “where do you think you’re going, baby?”

“it’s too much, i can’t—” your voice breaking. tears already forming. the sensitivity making every curl of my fingers feel electric. overwhelming.

“aww, poor baby. it’s too much?” mocking gently. pumping my fingers. curling them deep. “then why is your pussy taking my fingers so well? why are you so wet, sweetheart?”

you whimpering. no answer. because i’m right. your body is responding even though you’re protesting. “if i pulled my fingers out right now, you’d beg for them back, wouldn’t you?”

pulling them almost all the way out. you gasping. hips chasing my hand without thinking. “see? knew it.” sliding them back in. three fingers. filling you. “such a desperate thing.”

my other hand moving to your breast. pinching your nipple. rolling it between my fingers. you crying out. “please, i just came—” “i know you did, baby. i was there. and now you’re going to cum again.”

thumb finding your clit. rubbing circles. fingers pumping inside you. other hand playing with your nipples. alternating between them. pinching. tugging gently.

“you said you couldn’t cum more than once, remember?” curling my fingers. hitting that spot. “but look at you now. already getting close again. were you lying to me, baby? or are you just that easy?”

you sobbing. shaking your head. “i’m not close—” “oh, you’re not?” stopping all movement. fingers still inside but not moving. hand leaving your breast. “then i guess i’ll stop.”

you whimpering. hips trying to move. to get friction. “that’s what i thought.” starting again. pumping my fingers. rubbing your clit. “poor baby can’t make up her mind. is it too much or do you need more?”

“both… it’s both…” you crying. overstimulated. “aww, that’s so hard for you, isn’t it?” condescending. affectionate yet mocking. “your body wants to cum so bad but it’s all so sensitive. must be so confusing for you, sweetheart.”

bringing my wet fingers from your pussy to your mouth. “open.” you obeying. taking my fingers in. sucking them clean. tasting yourself. “good girl. taste how wet you are. taste how much your body wants this even though you’re crying about it.”

sliding my fingers back inside you. three again. filling you completely. other hand back to your nipples. pinching harder this time. you moaning around my fingers still in your mouth. “look at you. taking my fingers in both holes. such a good little slut for me.”

pulling my fingers from your mouth. using that hand to hold your hip again. keeping you still. the other hand alternating between fucking you and rubbing your clit. you getting closer. building faster than you thought possible.

“please… please i’m so close…” “already? but i thought you couldn’t cum again?” teasing. mocking gently. “i thought it was too much for you, baby.”

curling my fingers. hitting that spot over and over. thumb pressing hard on your clit. “go ahead then. prove yourself wrong. cum for me like the desperate little thing you are.”

you breaking. cumming hard around my fingers. clenching. moaning loudly. crying. me not stopping. keeping the same pace. pushing you right through it. “that’s two. let’s go for three.”

“no! i can’t, not again—” you sobbing now. completely oversensitive. trying desperately to close your legs. to escape. me forcing them open. “you can. and you will.”

both hands on you now. one fucking you relentlessly. fingers pumping fast. curling. the other hand pinching your nipple hard. you crying out. overwhelmed. “poor baby. so sensitive but still so wet for me. your body just doesn’t know when to quit, does it?”

“please, it hurts—” “it doesn’t hurt, sweetheart. you’d use your safeword if it hurt. this is just overstimulating. there’s a difference.” pressing harder on your clit. “and you’re going to take it.”

bringing my hand from your breast to your mouth again. “suck.” you opening. taking my fingers. me fucking your mouth with them while my other hand fucks your pussy. “there you go. keep that mouth busy so you stop whining.”

pumping my fingers faster inside you. rougher now. your third orgasm building impossibly fast. the overstimulation making everything heightened. pulling my fingers from your mouth so you can breathe. so you can moan properly.

“look at you. crying and shaking and still taking my fingers so perfectly. if i told you to beg for more right now, you would, wouldn’t you?”

you shaking your head. “liar.” curling my fingers hard. you gasping. “your pussy is literally dripping on my hand, baby. you’re clenching so tight. you’re about to cum a third time and you still want to pretend you don’t want this?”

pinching your nipple again. hard. the pain mixing with pleasure. you moaning. getting so close. “please… please i need—” “need what? need to cum again? the third time you said was impossible?”

“yes! please let me cum!” you begging now. completely broken down. “aww, there it is. there’s my honest baby.” pumping faster. rubbing your clit frantically. “go ahead, angel. cum for me. show me what a desperate mess you are.”

you tipping over again. cumming so hard you’re almost screaming. shaking. clenching rhythmically. completely wrecked. me finally slowing. gentling. carefully pulling my fingers out.

you collapsing. sobbing. exhausted. me immediately switching. pulling you into my arms. tone completely different now. soft. loving. “shh, sweetheart. you’re okay. you did so well. so so well.”

holding you close. stroking your hair. your back. “you were perfect, baby. absolutely perfect. took everything i gave you.” kissing your forehead. your cheeks. wiping your tears. “such a good girl for me.”

you curling into me. “that was intense…” “i know, baby. but you did it. three times. you were so beautiful and good for me .” continuing to soothe you. praise you. “i’m so proud of you, sweetheart. so proud.”

you finally catching your breath. looking up at me. cheeks read, body overstimulated and exhausted. “i didn’t think i could get to 3…” “but you did, baby. your body is amazing. and you trusted me to push you. that means everything.”

[cuffs-247]

[bdsmgirlsbondage-deactivated202]

[badsam4u]

[this-is-your-new-master-redux]

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[the-sensitive-sadist]

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