this is a back up blog! i’m currently going through my entire catalogue of posts and putting them here on a queue ^-^ it’s cool if you don’t wanna be here for that. if you do wanna go through my entire post history, welcome lol it’s gonna be a long ride. i’ve only got through 2.5 months of content and which is probably between 400-500 posts lolololol 😅
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obsessed with the idea of being my kidnapper’s Dom’s little songbird cause they heard me singing while bored one day, and became infatuated with my voice. they frequently make song requests, suggesting new pieces to learn for their entertainment. they even ask me to sing them to sleep sometimes
your kidnapper slowly modifying your body as you become more infatuated with them— encouraging you to get new piercings and tattoos and dye your hair, until you’re a fuckdoll with a whole new look. pierced belly button, nipples, and clit. a tattoo your captor designed— a lock tattoo or maybe something like “MINE” done in their handwriting. colorful hair that makes you easy to spot in a crowd. helping you evolve into a willing object for their enjoyment until you’re almost unrecognizable from when they picked you up those years ago
something so hot about the idea of them finding me fast asleep and using me to give themselves a handjob. they just like the way my fingers feel so they grab my hand in theirs and help me make a fist, slicking their cock up with some lube, jacking themselves off haphazardly until they find themselves dribbling over my tits and into my slack mouth
your kidnapper keeping you restrained in her bedroom, teasing you by undressing in front of you. she brushes up against you casually, feeling you get hard through your pants. she remarks that you must enjoy being her little pet, if you’re getting so excited. she pulls out your cock, and her mouth is just so warm and wet and she moves her tongue in such a way that you’re cumming suddenly, slipping out of her lips to paint stripes on her tits. and for some reason you apologize to her
sleeping on your tummy when your Domme comes in to wake you. she lays up against your naked back, kissing your shoulder blades and collarbone. baby, she croons in your ear, slipping her hand into your pants, it’s time to wake up
perverted Domme who likes to masturbate with your body after you’ve fallen asleep. she gropes her tits using your warm, slack hands while kissing your neck and chest. she touches herself next to you, the rhythmic sound of her slick fingers drifting into your dreams. she presses your fingers into her wet cunt and slips them between your lips to give you a taste
you’re in bed and just drifting off into a doze when you hear them come into the room. they’re quiet, being careful not to disturb you. you’re lulled by the sound of them undressing and getting ready for bed. and as you succumb to sleep, they join you under the covers and grope your body reverently
A kidnapper who has been only kind until they can't take their captives disobedience and have to get mean
(If you feel up to it maybe throw some praise into the mix)
this is actually one of my favorite dynamics ^-^ this turned into a little short story, so I hop you like! and thank you for your patience while I wrote it. this is like a post-apocalypse meets wild west setting
consensual nonconsent fantasy. misogyny/patriarchy blogs, age pl*y blogs dni or suffer the consequences
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Rava was on the run, having left a group that didn’t have her best interests at heart. she has no one to guide her and she ends up in (arguably) the wrong place at the wrong time. now she’s tagging along— was it willing or not?— with the type of person to be called an outlaw, if there was such a thing as law any more.
Kellan was a rough handed, dirty mouthed son of a bitch. the two of them had met in a sticky situation, and ended up on the same side. that day, she had traded her freedom for safety.
it wasn’t all too bad. they were roughing it and barely had any sort of comfort in their day to day lives, but for a captor, Kellan was kind. their hands were firm but gentle when they helped her cross rough terrain. they protected her from the wild and from other ruffians alike. they had a moral code too. they tended to help others, not hurt them unless goaded. they protected children when the opportunity came around, which was often enough to notice the pattern
and for the most part, Kellan was gentle with her. well— not gentle, but there had been a willing exchange of consent. Rava had meant it when she submitted to them that spring day, agreeing to be their personal doll. and while they took advantage of her often, fondling her body and using her holes, it was with a respect she couldn’t quite describe. they had arranged for signals in the case she grew uncomfortable, and Kellan never hesitated to abide them. it was strange— to feel so wholly owned and yet know she still held a great deal of power
and so she had grown comfortable. perhaps too comfortable. she started to tease, using her words to wind up a tension that always snapped with delicious results. she grew bold, until one day she threatened to run away and abandon their deal. Kellan’s face was instantly a mask of something, and Rava knew she had gone too far
“If you mean that, you know what to say”
Rava froze, her heart loud in her ears and her mouth going dry. she let out a shaky breath, knowing very well what her companion meant, but desperately searching for something else to say
Kellan prowled towards her with a satisfied nod, evidently still angry. “And you know what words to use now, if you get overwhelmed while I discipline you for joking about such a thing.”
Kellan's hands on her shoulders had already forced her onto her knees. She looked up at them with anxiety and excitement, heart racing as they pulled their cock out.
"Open," they said, fingers locked around her jaw. She did and they smacked their dick against her tongue, wet with drool. The sound made her cheeks burn. Their brown eyes bored into her own, and she forced herself to focus on the words she could barely hear.
"Leave? You want to leave? What, and get picked up by the next sadistic fuck who wants you? Someone else to turn you into their personal plaything," They were slowly fucking her mouth, pushing it in deeper with every thrust.
"I mean, I don't think that's what you want, is it?" They paused, as if waiting for her answer, but did not release her. Rava could feel the head of their cock brush the back of her throat, testing her ability to take it. She relaxed into it, willing herself to accept the intrusion, almost soothed by the familiar feeling. She looked into their eyes and willed them to understand that she did want this.
Kellan growled, teasing her gag reflex with shallow thrusts. "I could leave your pretty ass somewhere, tied up and splayed out for anyone to play with... but I have a feeling you wouldn't want that either. You wouldn't want anyone else to do this to you, would you doll?"
They pressed forward all at once with that question, the head of their cock slick in the tight tunnel of her throat. Her cunt throbbed with desire, ignored as it was. Her eyes watered and she fought the instinct to draw in breath, watching Kellan with absolute trust.
"No, you wouldn't want someone else. Even if I do fuck your mouth like its your cunt sometimes," they grunted with the effort of not painting stripes down her throat, instead pulling her off by the hair. Rava gasped and coughed, almost disappointed that they hadn't cum. She blushed even more deeply, embarrassed by her own sluttiness. She wanted them to use her mouth to cum.
An unexpected smack sent her reeling into the dirt, hands stinging where she caught herself. "Don't be disappointed, doll. I'm not done with you yet."
Kellan pushed her face down into the dirt and she knew what was coming. She felt the air against her wet cunt and squeezed her eyes closed, embarrassed to remember the little anal plug she'd been wearing. Her muscles tensed, clenching down on the little toy as Kellan tugged it free. Their large hand smacked her ass and spread one cheek with a groan.
In the beginning of their time together, Kellan often "offered" to fuck her ass as an intimidation tactic, but hadn't done more than threaten. Not until a week ago, when they found an abandoned drug store with many little treasures, including lube and some toys. Since then, Kellan was obsessed. They had fingered the tight hole while fucking her, watching hungrily. They had forced her to travel with a little plug in, enjoying her squirming and blushing. They had even cum inside her ass, just by pushing the tip inside and jerking off.
In the golden light of the setting sun, with only the toy as preparation, Kellan took ownership of her body in a new way. Rava gasped and struggled to maintain consciousness-- their cock seemed impossibly big as they slid inside her. It seemed to steal all the air from her lungs, and she panted as they bottomed out over and over. Pressed down into the ground like an animal as Kellan used her, she never felt more cherished and owned. She smiled into the dirt before her moans won out, and she became the panting, begging mess that pleased them so much.
