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[milkyhoneybee]

I wish my nipples were even bigger and even more sensitive and even having them brush against the inside of my top made me so horny it was genuinely hard to think

and I wish that my friends knew and they thought it was hilarious/hot that they could just casually rub them and see me become a drooling, wet, stupid mess

Like, mid conversation they start just rubbing super gently and I can continue a bit but then they give a good squeeze and I physically can't restrain myself from moaning and leaning into it

As long as they keep playing with my nipples, they can do anything to me and I won't be able to resist. Someone sucks on them for a bit and I'm grinding and humping against them, mindless

They strip me, put nipple suckers on me, attach some weights to those, tie my hands behind my back so I can't get them off, and watch me shake as I deal with how horny I get every time I move even a bit. They might pull me over, slide a cock or fingers inside me, fuck me and make my tits bounce, or they just slap them to make me moan and drool from the stimulation...

Maybe they even attach vibrators onto the suckers, and watch me cum my brains out for a while... They could do anything they want to me as long as my nipples stay stimulated

By the time they finally take pity on me, it's been hours (or even days, maybe months?) and my nipples are so swollen and sensitive, they're super stretched out and thick, the air on them makes me cum so hard I collapse, and it's another half hour before I can even register I'm in some shady adult shop, with one of those massive special order super thick monster dildos inside me, and my friend who took me there told me they thought it was hot/funny that they were able to shove me down onto it with no resistance because of how stupid I get from my teats

I realise then that I'm wearing a collar and leash, and my friend is handing it over to the shady owner of the store, who says they're looking forward to trying out all the different ways they and their customers can think of to keep me an empty-headed cow whore, and before I can start to object, they stick a pair of wireless vibrating nipple rings on me and set them to the highest setting, and my brain melts as my tits take over

[milkyhoneybee]

I know lots of people have talked about it/made content about it before, but I do love the idea of like... bimbofication/body modification and free use as a punishment for crimes

I forget to pay my taxes, so the government makes me go to a facility where they plump my lips up to an absurdly lewd size and I have to work a gloryhole at least one night a week until I've paid off my debt

And then if I shoplift or get into a fight with someone, they confiscate all my clothes and make me wear humiliating, slutty outfits, they make me get implants, and I'm legally designated as a 'stress relief officer' meaning people can grope me whenever they want

They give me drugs and hypno to make me dumber, more docile, hornier...

I can't keep a real job, but eventually with enough missed payments and more crimes, my debt is bought by a company, so I have to work in strip clubs and brothels to keep a roof over my head, unable to say no to anything

Eventually I'm legally not even human because of all the crimes I've committed, I'm covered in full-body latex with ears and a tail, with massive fake tits, my hands made into 'paws', and my drooling whoreish mouth in an o-ring gag, fat, wet pussy on display, plumped up clit with a little bell attached to the ring piercing it, begging for cum like a bitch in heat

[milkyhoneybee]

Lesbian kink night at the queer bar and the owners are super chill, so you decide that you want to be a free use toy for everyone there. You get your friend to pull your shirt down under your tits, then tie your hands together behind your back, so you can't use them for the rest of the night

Your friend also pulls your underwear off, which you hadn't asked them to, but it's not like you can stop them now, and they just point out how wet you already are as evidence of it being fine

Some people are shy and you have to tell them that you wanted this, that you really are okay with them groping you or kissing you or doing whatever they want to you, and you point out your friends who are keeping an eye on you so it's all safe, and some of them are still too nervous but are clearly thinking about it-- and you hope they come back later once they get more comfortable with the idea-- while others reach out and play with your nipples, or squeeze your heavy, soft tits, or they might slide a finger or two into your mouth

Others are more bold, and once they've gotten word of your status for the night, they waste no time coming over and taking full advantage of that fact. At one point, you're stuck in the middle of a crowd of women, multiple hands on you, one of them three fingers deep in your cunt and fucking you brutally with them while another woman's nipples are in your mouth

People have to pour drinks in your mouth because you're not allowed to use your hands, and you can't exactly stop them without getting a drink just poured all over you, so you have to carefully swallow it all down, and fuck if it isn't extremely hot to feel yourself go from lightly buzzed to slurring your words and stumbling as you get drunker

It makes you more bold too, and you're soon belt over the bar, one of the bartenders thrusting into your mouth while she makes a drink for someone eating you out

You come to again some time later, crouched on the floor under a table, sloppily eating someone out while her hand is in your hair, and you realise there are several egg vibrators inside you that must be remote controlled because someone seems to realise you're "back" and decides to turn them onto max speed

By the time the night is over, you're an absolute mess, your pussy is filled with cum and lube and toys you were told you could keep, and someone else's thong is the only thing holding them in you, and you're ready to curl up in bed and sleep for a week straight

Your friend takes you home, showers with you, telling you what a hot little slut you are and how much they enjoy being friends with you, they wring one more orgasm out of you, and then they curl up with you in bed. The last thing you hear before you nod off is a promise to show you all the videos they took of your escapades the next day, and you feel your cunt get just a little wetter before you succumb to sleep

[kinkynerdsblogv4]

[the-good-girl-trainer]

When you take your girl for a walk it's important to remind her who is in charge. When she starts to complain, simply add a gag.

[kinkynerdsblogv4]

[waltersmile04]

Make sure to display fuck meat properly

[ck1957]

[redsdarkfantasies]

To be left standing like this in the middle of a circle of rigger friends, bound helplessly tight and gagged to prevent coherent communication... I can only imagine they're sitting back thinking, "What can I add next?" as her mind runs through all the possible answers in turn.

[restraineddenial2]

I love this idea, as well. And for me, I imagine that they are all bondage riggers she's worked with, sitting around discussing what it is she enjoys. She can hear them and realizes that many of the things they are suggesting are not, in fact, things she "enjoys," but things that she has admitted to turning her on during times when each of them had her in their mercy, on the edge of an orgasm, or on the verge of safe-wording out.

They are all discussing the evening after she agreed to be the centerpiece of the evening's festivities.

[letmeeaseyourburden]

Your husband selected your couples costume. You were the Damsel in Distress. You spent the whole night gagged, arms tied behind you back, wearing what was a modest dress that was now scandalous. Six inch heels. A tall metal collar and leash finish the outfit.

Your husband was dressed with a skeletal mask, black suit, with a blood red silk shirt and black tie. Spending all night just leading you around as his trophy. Spinning tales about how he kidnapped you. His hands taking liberties with your body when he feels like it.

It was such a good night. You didn't have to speak at all. You were collared and bound in front of everyone. You could feel men and women fucking you with their eyes. You just had to listen to him. And he even lead you around.

[letmeeaseyourburden]

It was poker night, and you were dressed like a Hooter's waitress. Before any man arrived, your husband had edged you over and over again. Leaving you whimpering in need even before he slipped the remote controlled vibe inside you.

He also gave you a little edible. While you were serving drinks, he would turn on the vibe. Making you give little whimpers. The wet spot starting to show. And then the edible kicked in. It got hard to focus, didn't it?

You would deliver the drinks, the vibe would turn on and you couldn't help yourself could you? Humping the table. Your husband's leg. The couch. The men mocking you just made it worse. But your husband wouldn't let you cum. And you needed it so bad.

Toward's the end of the night you were openly begging and pleading. Promising to do anything just to cum. Which got creative suggestions from the men going.

Clearing the card table, your husband helped you up onto it. Yanking the nylon shorts down to your ankles as he laid you on your back. You couldn't help but finger yourself. Being on display. But still you weren't allowed to cum.

Your husband made you list every degrading act you did this week. Every humiliation. Every thing that made you wet. Telling all of these men your biggest turn ons and shame all at once.

When you were done, then your husband let you get yourself off. Cumming hard in front of all of those men. The orgasm and edible knocking you out.

When you woke up, you realized all of your holes had been used. Your face was covered in cum. And you didn't remember any of it.

[stillvathek]

“Once the girls are back we can go and…” Steve only just realised that they were a girl short. Hank’s roommate June, specifically. She was conspicuous in her absence. Steve looked around. “Where’s June anyway? She is coming, right?” He asked.

“Oh, she’s grounded,” said Hank, breezily.

“Grounded?”

“Uh huh. In her room. Come on.”

Up they went. Ruth was still doing whatever she was doing in the bathroom when they passed, and June’s room was just down the hall. Her door was closed but not locked (it rarely was) and opened to show what a grounded June looked like.

Naked from the waist down, bound in place with legs apart and arms behind her back, a gag holding her mouth open and a quietly buzzing toy strapped securely against her bare, dripping slit. She didn’t look at them when the door opened. She wasn’t really looking at anything. Just staring into nothing, the tiniest little moaning sounds drifting from her every now and then.

“Ah, grounded,” Steve said, turning to ask: “What she do?”

Hank shrugged.

“Left the place messy, talked back. That kind of thing.”

Both of these things (and others) being expressly against the house rules and the housemate agreement that she had signed. Really, he was only doing what he had to, and what she knew he had to, as well.

She’d known what would happen.

The two of them stood quietly and just watched her a moment. If she noticed she had an audience now she gave no sign, half-focused eyes still staring ahead at nothing, toy still buzzing, every deep breath in seeming to send a little shudder up and down her spine. As they watched, a string of drool dripped down from the gag, stretched, and then fell to the carpet. The little damp patch there made it clear this has been happening a while.

“Do you mind if I… ?” Steve asked, nudging his head towards her.

“Go ahead.”

He didn’t need telling twice. Stepping forward and unzipping he used one hand to gently tilt her up to face him better and the other to feed his cock in through the gag. June groaned, muffled by the cock filling her mouth, and started to bob her head without thinking. Steve let out a contented sigh and let his hand keep resting on top of her head.

Ruth chose this moment to appear, coming in at Hank’s side, absent-mindedly resting her head on his shoulder as she watched what was going on.

“I heard June got grounded?” She asked. Hank just nodded his head towards the sound of cocksucking. Not a lot else needed saying. Ruth grinned wickedly.

“Stupid girl…”

“She’ll learn.”

“When I broke the rules, he had me out on the lawn. Didn’t let me in until all the neighbours had had a turn. You’re too soft on her.”

“Well, you know. First offence,” he said, though he could tell she wasn’t convinced.

Moving from Hank’s side she went in to kneel down beside June, reaching around behind her to fondle her better and make sure her mouth was nice and close to her ear. She didn’t even ask. Hank didn’t mind.

“You’re such a naughty girl, June. Naughty and stupid. You need to be a good girl. You need to obey. Obey your superiors, obey the rules. It feels so much better not to think, to switch off, trust me…”

And on she went. June’s groaning and slurping got louder and more frantic, and her bobbing sped up. Steve groaned a little, too, and then grunted, the hand on June’s head keeping her held down and in place. After a few seconds of desperate swallowing from June, Steve pulled out, wiping his cock off on her face.

“She’s good,” he said, zipping up.

“I know,” Hank said, as Ruth gave her friend a little kiss on the cheek and jumped up to join the men. “So no, June won’t be joining us. She’ll be staying here, thinking about what she did. Well, ‘thinking’. You know what I mean. Come on, let’s go.”

[heinouswrites]

Hucow

I had purchased the little hobby dairy  farm  almost 10 years ago.  It wasn’t a huge place , but large enough for privacy and allowed me to pursue some of my kink interests too.. 

Sara was the neighbour’s girl, and over the decade I’d gotten to know the family, and, of course watched her blossom from a cute little girl into a beautiful young woman.  Over the years she would stop by my place, she seemed to like the cows and the dogs I had to watch over them., and when she did we would talk about most anything.  Often, I think, topics she didn’t feel comfortable talking to her parents about.  So when she stopped by that day on her college break, it was unexpected, but not surprising.  

The dogs barked letting me know someone had arrived, and I went downstairs, seeing Sara’s car pulling up. I waited on the porch for her. I must have taken her five minutes to get from her little car to the porch, petting each of the dogs as they ran around her and between her legs.  College was good to her, she had definitely  filled out in all the right places.  “Hir Mr. A”  she said as she climbed the few short steps to the porch. 

‘Good to see you, Sara, how are your folks?”  

“Not sure, I stopped here first.  My spring break plans fell through.  I guess they’ll be surprised to see me, My phone went dead hours ago and I couldn’t call ‘cause I forgot my charger.” 

“Sorry to hear that, come on inside, and we can commiserate over a cup of coffee”

I opened the door to let her in, and turned to follow.  Making coffee, we chatted about how her plans had fallen through, how college life was, the usual sort of banter.   

“Well, I need to go check on the barn, want to tag along?”

She agreed eagerly, I never did really understand why she liked the cows so much, but I grabbed a few apples on the way out, the cows always liked them.    When we got to the barn, I turned to the old laptop I had there to record daily production numbers, and she, taking the apples in hand, wandered further in, stopping to feed apples to a couple of the girls.    I finished up quickly and went to follow her and just as she turned, her eyes fell on something I’d forgotten I had left set up in one of the stalls  “”what the hell is that?” she asked.  Wha’ she’d laid eyes on was the “milking frame” that I had not bothered to put away after the weekend’s fun with a woman from the city.  

Not wanting to shock her too much, “it’s a bondage frame,  had some kinky friends from the city over this weekend and never got around to cleaning it up.,  I seem to remember you liked a bit of bondage…”  

She blushed a little, even though we had often had conversations about topics like that before, but I’d never shown her the kit, and certainly not the hucow milking frame.  “well I do but…”

“But?” and my horny brain kicked in reminding me to always strike while the iron is hot, “Want to try it out? Just to see?”

I could see the curiosity mixed with nervousness running across her face, so I took her by one wrist and my other hand in the small of her back and guided her over to it.  “just lean over that bar, put your arms here and here, guiding each wrist into place, and then snapping the first cuff then the second shut before she really knew what had happened.  She struggled playfully a bit, not knowing what to make of this, the “nice man” who had let her play with his cows and dogs suddenly had her bound in his barn.  I next secured the waist strap, and then, “for the full effect we should do your ankles too..” ,  and not really waiting for an answer I locked each angle to the floor posts as well.  Now relax and enjoy it Sara.  

I stepped back to admire her for a moment, the position of course left her tits handing down, and prominently displayed the curve of her ass, especially in her tight jeans.  You just wait there Sara, I have to finish up a few things.

I went back to the house, fished her car keys out of her purse, and moved her car into the equipment shed, pulled the sim card out of her dead phone and then picked up my toy bag and headed back to the barn where I found her struggling pointlessly against the shackles.

“Now I  do want you to get the full effect.”  Pulling a ball gag out of the bag, I held her nose, and then pushed it into her pretty young mouth and buckled it behind her head securely.

“actually, Sara, this is a milking frame… girls, or rather hucows, get milked in it. And you’ll make a very pretty hucow.”

Taking up the EMT shears my kit I began to methodically cut her clothes away, until she was naked.  She struggled, but the frame made sure that they were pointless. And for the first time I got to truly see how grown up she was.   As her jeans came away I could see, that despite her struggles, her thin panties were wet, and cutting those away revealed a freshly waxed cunt.   I supposed she had been planning for some grownup fun during her 2 week break. Well, Mr A was going to provide just that, though perhaps not exactly what she had had in mind.

I reached for the milking machine, turning it on, the steady thump-thump of the motor starting the sucking at the two cups which I rapidly affixed to each hanging udders, the sucking pulling her nipples deep into the cups. She screamed through the ball gag as the suction stretched her nipples. The pump however was relentless.   

 In time, she’d start to lactate, they all do.   

I left her like that for a few minutes, then fishing in my toy bag I pulled out the little u-shaped vibrator, pushing it into her, and the outer arm pressing right against her clit, I turned it on, the programmed settings starting low, then building over time, only to cycle back down.  The cycled specifically timed to never let her cum, over time the high intervals got less frequent and shorter.   

She struggled, but the machines are relentless.   I designed them to be.  The human body responds to stimuli.  Even when a girl may not want it to.  And Sara’s body responded, the constant building of her arousal, matched with the pumping of her young tits would in time forever link the two.  I let the first milking go on for 30 minutes.  Longer than necessary, from a physical standpoint, but necessary to start breaking her young mind.  The machine finally stopped, the cups dropping away as the suction released.  I looked at my new hucow’s nipples, large and engorged from the extended milking session, and I got the balm out,  Turning the vibrator back on, I began to massage the balm into her painfully distended and chafed nipples.   I took my time, being gentle, and whispering soothing words to her telling her it was going to all be OK.  Satisfied that she had been properly cared for I packed my things and left her.  I set the vibrator to run on low, and packed my things, leaving her locked in the milking frame, shuddering with the constant arousal.

Suction alone would take four to six weeks, and I didn’t have that much time.   Her trip had been only scheduled for 2 weeks, though her break should be a full month.  So this was going to need some medical assistance. Fun thing about running a farm is you can easily get access to almost any veterinary medication.  And most of those work just the same on humans.  The thing is, we share almost 90% of our DNA with other mammals.  Like dairy cattle. And running a dairy farm you get access to lactation increasing hormones easily.  Some math to adjust the doses, and I was set.  I then prepared some food for her, she was going to need it after all this.  High calorie stuff, with the right herbs to help lactation mixed in too. Returning to the barn to check on my new prize heifer, I found her sobbing through her gag. The shock was probably wearing off.  Before removing the gag I gave her the first hormone injection.  “Don’t worry Sara, it’s OK sweetie.  It’s just going to help you produce faster.”

When I removed the gag the begging started.  “please please please just let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go…”  I paid no heed to her words.  “you need to eat Sara.” And I offered her a spoonful of her food,  She of course refused it.  I expected that at first.  But offering it was important, she had to know she was going to be cared for. Opened a bottle of water, dropped a straw in it and offered it to her as well.  Again as I expected she turned away. I put the gag back in, left her with her food and water and left for a couple of hours.   I set her on a 4 hour milking schedule.  I’d come to her stall every 4 hours, attach the cups and let the suction do its work for 15 minutes at a time, twice a day she’d get her hormone shots.  Every time I removed her gag she’d beg to be let go.  Sometimes she tried screaming at me, sometimes she tried bargaining, sometimes she just begged.  I would just ignore everything she said, just saying calm reassuring nonsense and  cooing noises as I massaged the balm into her udders, and offered her food and water.  By the end of the second day she reluctantly took some water, then more.  By the third she started eating.  Hunger and thirst always win out.  When she ate, I gave her a sponge bath and washed and dried her hair.  a reward for her compliance.  Nearing a week in she stopped begging to be let go. 

By the end of the 2nd week she was becoming docile and producing.  Deprived of all human contact except at her milkings was having it’s effect. She started  to look towards the door when it was time for her milkings, looking forward to each session.   I got her a cow bell, on a collar locked around her neck, and for the first time in two weeks I released her from the frame, keeping her wrists shackled behind her and her ankles hobbled, I took her for a walk in the private paddock. Her bell ringing with each step.

I think I might breed this pretty heifer soon…

[nicelybound1-deactivated2025110]

[oops-allsub-deactivated20260220]

Waking up after a one night stand to discover a collar around my neck. I try to unbuckle it but it's padlocked closed. He laughs at my panic, "Leave it, babe, it's not coming off. Now why don't you go make us some coffee?"

"What the fuck? Get this off me!" I shout, but then ⚡Zap! I feel an electric jolt run through me from the collar making me yelp in pain.

"That's the lowest setting," he tells me, holding up the remote in his hand. I lunge forward to grab it but he pulls away and zaps me again, holding down the button for a prolonged shock. The shock sets me off balance and I fall sideways off the bed and onto the floor, crying out in pain.

"OK, this is a very important lesson right here," he says in a low voice, looking down at my whimpering and crumpled form on the floor. "From now on you do exactly what I tell you and I won't have to shock you. But if you disobey me or try to escape, then expect the shocks to get worse every time. This collar was made for training big, dangerous dogs so it's perfect for mouthy bitches like you."

My first reaction is to shout back at him for calling me a bitch, but I catch myself just in time. He notices and smiles. "Not such a dumb bitch after all then."

"What do you want?" I demand, pulling myself into a sitting position.

"I think that's pretty obvious," he says, "I want you to do what I say. You don't need to think more long term than that - just do what I say and you won't get hurt. Now take your clothes off."

I take off my panties and the T-shirt I was sleeping in and stand there naked in front of him while he lies back in the bed.

"Good. Now get me that roll of tape ... perfect. Open your mouth wide..."

He stuffs a wad of fabric inside my mouth, pushing it into every crevice and then starts winding the tape around my mouth and chin to make sure everything stays in place.

"Perfect," he says when he's done, "You were making a lot of noise with those zaps before and I'd hate to disturb the neighbours. Now go make me that coffee."

I make it and bring it back to him in the bedroom, I feel ridiculous walking around naked, collared and with my face stretched and distorted from the gag.

"Kneel when you're presenting me with something," he says. I glare at him and kneel. He takes the coffee from me and says "I really need to get a table for this room. You'll do for now though - get on all fours and don't you dare move!"

I obey, feeling like I might cry, as he rests the coffee cup down on my back. He drinks his coffee and starts to gloat, "This is the life I could get used to I think, having a house bitch naked and waiting on me hand and foot." As he says that, he leans back and stretches his legs, then rests both feet on my back. "Mm yes I could definitely get used to this."

After his coffee, he tells me he has an even better idea and tells me to make a fist with each hand. He grabs the roll of tape again and wraps it around each of hands so that I can no longer move my fingers at all, they're stuck in permanent balled fists.

"You looked so cute down there on the floor that I think I'm going to make you my little puppy. From now on, you walk on all fours, you don't have hands you have paws, and you're definitely not allowed on the furniture. If you can prove yourself to be a good puppy then tomorrow I might take that gag out and let you eat and drink from your food bowls on the floor."

He sees my horrified expression and laughs "You know I actually forgot your name. Normally when I do that with a girl I fuck, I just pretend until it's time for her to go. But in your case, it might be better just to give you a new name to suit your new life. Welcome to your new life, Bitch."

[boilerplant05]

Can she get to the end of the hall and back with ice?

[boilerplant05]

When the clamps come off the milkers go on

[hotbdsmslaves]

[adominantmaster]

Cunts….what should the Craigslist add say telling the perverts where to find you?

[jananova444]

[jananova444]