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Lu |F 25+| Soft spot for tall muscular men, police/officers 🔗

[peaches-the-shy]

25 F, loving the healthy lifestyle, soft spot for muscular men, restrains and filthy things

I'm here for:

Exploring kinks

Talking dirty

Getting wet

Rubbing myself silly to dirty stuff

I don't share snap, telegram or pics

But feel free to message me here, anonymous or not

Send me filthy things, I want to get real wet, that's why we're here

[the-sensitive-sadist]

What do you like about anal? :3

I like it when it's just a little too fucking tight and you're whining all pretty and it definitely won't go in any further inside you but your hole just feels so fucking angelic I can't stop myself from forcing it in deeper anyways with my fingers probing inside your mouth so you can't even scream

[peaches-the-shy]

This

[regaliaafterdark]

Never forget that you are a slutty hole.

Now, open the rest of the post, slut.

Look at you: Doing just as you're told. Such a good girl you are~

Well done! It's clear that you are a natural-born slut. your need to serve and obey simply overpowers your rational thinking.

Notice how your tongue is already out, you're starting to salivate and struggle to breathe in building heat, even though you've just started to read this post. ♡

Admit it: The moment the prospects of being used, abused and praised by your beloved Professor come into your mind, your brain shuts off almost completely, the only thoughts you can have from then on is how to be a good whore for Me.

And then, as your brain completely gives up and focuses solely on that, you finally start thinking with your cunt. It gets wet, drippy and oh-so sensitive. It begs you to touch, to rub, to stroke and make it feel good, all the while your nipples get hard and perky.

Now, now. Why are you rubbing, whore? Who gave you permission to do so?

Keep your fucking hands away from your cunt until you're done reading this.

Get stupider, get more pathetic. Start rocking your hips back and forth as the heat keeps building up, ignoring how your hole is practically begging for you to rub it already.

Mhm.

Just like that, good girl!

you just can't help it, can you? It simply feels too good to stop.

Don't blame Me for it. Blame the fact you were born with a cunt between those legs. The moment you found that one filthy post, your inner slut came out as you slowly began to be corrupted more and more.

And now, here you are. A slave to your Master. Doesn't it just feel so good to be brainwashed? To become stupider with every single word? To feel so at ease reading the pretty red and pink words?

Of course it does. It’s only natural for an inferior cunt like you to submit to a God like Me.

you don’t need Me to tell you how wonderful it makes you feel, how it makes your sensitive bits throb, or how it makes your head get all fuzzy and bubbly.

you know full well that being a hole is your truest calling. you can’t deny how wet and needy it makes you to be made into an object for Men’s pleasure.

Simply accept it. Say it.

You are a whore.

You are a slut.

You were born to be a hole.

You were born to be a cocksleeve, a human fleshlight.

You don’t believe Me? Reach down your panties and tell Me I’m wrong.

See how stupidly wet you’ve gotten just from a little degrading text?

See how easily you reached down to verify for yourself, just because I ordered you to do so?

Ah, such a good girl you are~

Come on, don’t be shy. Be a good girl and reblog this post, then comment to letting everyone know how much of a pathetic cunt you are for your beloved Professor and how horny these posts make you.

Once you’ve done that, you are allowed to rub yourself silly just for Me.

Understood? ♡

[whinysushi]

Overstimulating me to the point it doesn't feel pleasurable to me anymore but still forcing more and more orgasms out of my struggling body until I can only blink up to you with empty eyes, finally reaching the blissful state of a brainless fuckdoll

[peaches-the-shy]

Please

[doc-for-you]

Um, no rough sex, not usually. My partner’s rather big, so he knows to be gentle.

…well, if you’re sure it’s necessary, I suppose you can do the rectal exam too, yes. Do you have a sedative that would wear off by the end of this appointment? I still have to drive home afterwards. I have a fairly good pain tolerance, but having something to reduce my anxiety might be nice, if I’m honest…

-🗝️

Ah, that explains why you are so nice and open for me. I’ll be gentle too, I promise, but good to know you are used to the feeling of fullness. 

Sure, there are some mild and fast acting sedatives. Oral tablets would not work fast enough, because we are already mid exam, but some sublingual administration will do. Injection or rectal administration via suppositories would also be possible. Seeing that you are already anxious, I prefer the sublingual ones. 

Open your mouth for me, darling and put your tongue up. There you go. You should feel a nice warm sensation within the next 1 or 2 minutes. You head will start to feel lighter, some of my patients are describing a warm nice feeling behind the belly button. You muscle will be more relaxed. Some of the more common side effect is a strong feeling of arousal. Throbbing in your clit and labia, extensive fluid production and stiff nipples. If you experience anything beyond that, any unwanted side effects please let me know. 

I will insert the speculum now. Take a deep breath and…it’s in…spreading it now. You are doing so well darling. I know its a big one, but you took it with ease. 

Visual exam looks good, your insides are just as pretty as your outsides. 

Doing the pap smear now, this might sting a little. I need to brush the cervix and most of my female patients describe it as uncomfortable. But it’s quick. Already done, and you didn’t even flinch. Guess you are right about that pain tolerance. 

Moving on to the rectal exam. I hope the sedatives are already working for you…

:)  I guess they are, that was a nice moan while I pulled the speculum out. Oh no, please don’t be embarrassed, I am a professional. Those things happen, especially under medication. 

As it is your first time I will start slowly. Dipping one finger inside your vagina again. You are so wet right now, I won’t need any additional lube to start with. 

I’m going to insert my index now…just keep breathing and relax. Push a little, as you would do when using the toilet. It might sound paradox, but it will make it easier for me to get in…Yes, that good…really nice. 

Can you feel my finger inside How does it feel for you? It might me new and strange, but does anything hurt, when I flex it a bit?

Oh, those side effects are really kicking in, your pussy is dripping, moisture running between your cheeks. It’s a good thing, really, I can just add the second finger without needing to get the lube. Another deep breath, there you go! 

Everything feels good in here. 

I have one last reaction test before we are finished. Let me just get a new glove. One should never alternate between the anus and the vagina, or the possibility of a bladder infection is really high. 

For this test I am going to insert one finger into your anus, one into your vagina and slighty squeeze your clitoris with the other hand. I need to test your reaction and muscle tonus. Your clenching up is pretty strong, very good pelvic muscles…

Soo….the exam could be finished now…Give it 20-30 more Minutes for the sedative to completely wear off….oh you need  leave sooner? well there might me one more option…an orgasm can wash out the effects better. 

Your pelvic muscles are clenching again…. do you like this suggestion?

[peaches-the-shy]

My cunt feels deliciously sore and bruised from the multiple times I got myself off yesterday. Whenever I clench on nothing now it’s such a sweet sore pain. I wonder what it will feel like when I punch my dildo in it.

[clubb--siixty--nine--2]

[peaches-the-shy]

This and two fingers in my ass

[peaches-the-shy]

So freaking horny today. Punching my biggest dildo into my cunt, torturing my clit with a vibrator. Want to feel bruised from the inside and my clit to throb the next hours from cuming too much

[peaches-the-shy]

Update: I’m already so sensitive, I’m not gonna last long this time… unfortunately

[peaches-the-shy]

I feel so pathetic, instead of training my little ass I shoved the beads along the dildo into my cunt. It’s burns so much and feels so good. Stretching myself out this much for the first time. My count is so sore from earlier. Hope I’m not about to cum so soon

[peaches-the-shy]

So freaking horny today. Punching my biggest dildo into my cunt, torturing my clit with a vibrator. Want to feel bruised from the inside and my clit to throb the next hours from cuming too much

[peaches-the-shy]

Update: I’m already so sensitive, I’m not gonna last long this time… unfortunately

[peaches-the-shy]

So freaking horny today. Punching my biggest dildo into my cunt, torturing my clit with a vibrator. Want to feel bruised from the inside and my clit to throb the next hours from cuming too much

[didouckh]

https://x.com/Shindoaresp2

[sissywifesublife]

Looking for men that fuck long and deep 👀

[lustsexandhonesty2]

[bowsersthots]

Hole inspection before heading out for dinner.

[peaches-the-shy]

Putting a too big plug into my ass before going out for dinner. The whole evening with your friends I’m squirming in my seat because my ass is constantly clenching on the huge plug. I’m so wet I fear they will smell my juices. At the end of the night I’m annoyed from the constant burn in my ass. But later I’m relieved we trained my ass so good the last hours because your cock is much more painful.

[g0y-n-black]

[peaches-the-shy]

Currently obsessed with the idea watching two beautiful men fucking roughly and me also getting fucked roughly in my ass by a third one. Forcing orgasm after orgasm out of me. That gets me so wet

[corruptedbyhim]

Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.

Just under one hour.

"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.

He's carrying things. Metal glints.

"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."

Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.

He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.

"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."

You look at the timer. You look at yourself. Spread open, clamped, vibrating.

One hour. You can do one hour. You just have to not cum.

He steps back. Settles into a chair at the side of the bed and watches.

You try to focus on the numbers. Try to think about other things. Work emails. Grocery lists. The pattern of shadows on the ceiling.

But the clamps send sharp little signals with every breath. The vibrator hums against flesh that's growing wetter by the minute. You clench your jaw. Breathe through your nose. Don't cum. Don't cum.

He hasn't moved. He's just watching.

Your hips twitch. You didn't tell them to. The pressure is building low in your belly, a warmth that spreads and tightens simultaneously. You're wet enough now that the vibrator glides, hits new angles.

You bite your lip until you taste blood.

The numbers blur. 00:47:23. You've been holding on for twelve minutes. It feels like hours. Your thighs are trembling. Your breath comes in sharp little gasps you can't control.

He knows. You can see it in his stillness. The way he's leaned forward slightly. Waiting.

"No," you whisper. To yourself. To your body. To the orgasm building like a wave you can't outswim.

It hits you anyway. Your back arches off the bed, a sound tears out of your throat that you don't recognize, and you're cumming so hard your vision goes white at the edges. It rolls through you in pulses, each one a betrayal, each one exquisite.

When you can see again, you look at the clock.

01:46:12

"Impressive effort," he says. He's standing now, holding a remote. "Let's try a different setting."

The vibration changes. Pulsing now. It mimics something. A heartbeat. A thrust. Your overstimulated clit throbs in response, too sensitive, too raw, and somehow already building again.

"No... please.." you gasp out, the words weak.

"Please what?" He moves closer. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, impossibly light. "Please make you cum again?" He dips a finger into the wetness pooling between your legs, holds it up so you can see. "You're dripping. Your body knows what it wants."

You shake your head. But your hips are rocking against the vibrator, tiny movements you can't seem to stop.

This time when you cum, you're crying. Tears streaming down your temples into your hair. The clock resets: 02:38:47.

He fucks you for the first time somewhere around hour four.

Slow, at first. Long strokes that let you feel every inch, that build friction to an unbearable degree while the vibrator keeps humming against your clit. You cum on his cock within minutes. The clock adds another hour. He doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause.

He switches to something harder. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, drives you up the bed until the restraints catch. You cum again. You can't help it. Your body has stopped consulting you. It just responds. Takes. Shatters.

He introduces other things. Hot wax pooling in the hollow of your throat, dripping down between your breasts. Ice traced along your inner thighs until you're shivering and burning at once. His mouth on your cunt, tongue flicking precisely where the vibrator has made you most sensitive, most ruined.

He talks through it the whole way. That's probably the worst part. "You get wetter when you're scared." "That's three in a row. You're getting efficient." "We have so much time now."

The clock climbs. Six hours. Eight. Twelve. You stop being able to track it. The numbers lose meaning. Everything loses meaning except the next wave, the next peak, the next hour added to your sentence.

Somewhere in the blur, you realize you've stopped wanting it to end.

The thought surfaces between orgasms, when you're floating in that shattered space where language doesn't quite work. You should want to escape. You remember wanting that, vaguely, like a dream you had as a child. But the wanting has curdled into something else.

He slows down. You're not sure when. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by something almost gentle. The vibrator stops. He removes the clamps. Your nipples throb with the renewed blood flow, a pain that registers as pleasure now. Everything registers as pleasure now.

You blink at the clock. 00:06:43.

Six minutes. After everything. How?

He's undoing the restraints. Your wrists fall free. Your ankles. You can move. You can leave.

The thought sends ice through your veins.

Leave? Leave this room? Leave him? Go back to a world where no one touches you like this, where you're responsible for your own orgasms, where pleasure is something you have to chase instead of something that hunts you down and devours you?

The silence of outside presses against the walls. Empty. Ordinary. Unbearable.

He steps back. Gestures toward the door. "It's almost time."

Your hand moves own between your legs, finding your clit, swollen and slick and excruciatingly sensitive. You rub with clumsy desperation, chasing the build.

"Don't," you hear yourself say. Begging. Sobbing. "Don't make me leave. Please. I need to cum. I need more time."

He goes still. Watching you fuck yourself on his bed, desperate to add another hour to your captivity. The pressure is building fast, your ruined body trained now, eager.

"Let me stay. I'll be good. I'll cum as many times as you want. Just don't make me go."

Four minutes on the clock.

Your fingers work faster. You're so close. So close to another hour in this room, in this darkness, in this endless cycle of being broken and put back together wrong.

The clock ticks down.

You chase it like your life depends on it.

All you have to do is cum.

[peaches-the-shy]

That would be heaven

[drugsndtraumaknks]

What a well trained set of holes you're becoming

[markizdesade33]

Extra classes.

[1t-boneog-deactivated20240828]

[ahmetseks35-deactivated20140529]

[talldark5]

Training half an inch deeper every time until you learn how to take it all

[peaches-the-shy]

I need that training so bad right now. I’m dripping