u can call me kiddo/kid, 26, it/its, tme. into gross shit n I don’t tag sry, if ur not into ageplay/incest/piss/snuff this is not the blog for u buddy. exclusively sub i will not dom u
"God puppy, I just tease you for a little bit and you're already grinding against my leg like an animal in heat? You're so fucking pathetic it's almost cute."
"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"
"Did you really just cum? From that? You fucking came from me calling you pathetic didn't you? God puppy you're lucky you're so cute. Why did you stop? I never said you could stop grinding against me. I need to get off and I want a show from a pathetic puppy like you."
Yes it did. I just let it slide because I was taught that I'm "too sensitive" anytime something bothered me. But now I'm finally standing up for myself.
"You never struggled with this when you were a kid."
Yes I did. I just burned myself out in order to do it so I wouldn't be punished. But now I'm accepting myself enough to not force myself to do what I was never meant to do.
"You didn't have these problems when you were younger."
Yes, I did. I just spent my child/teen years with structured institutions like school while not having to worry about whether I had a roof over my head or food to eat and spent my early adult years using up every bit of adrenaline I will ever have to ignore the fact that I've been chronically burnt out my whole life.
The first thing we’ll start training is your breathing. Slow, steady, even breaths. In, and out, pausing for a few moments between each just like you were sleeping. If you ever find yourself uncertain, just focus on this. Regardless of what’s happening, just keep the rise and fall of your chest to a minimum.
It’s a meditative state I’m teaching you. You focus on your breathing, which in turn leads to a calmer mind. The physical rhythm of drawing in each breath lets you drift away from everything that’s happening to your body.
“Play dead.”
Eyes closed, body limp. You don’t need to move. You don’t need to think. I don’t want a response from you so you don’t need to worry about what sounds are the correct ones to make or how your performance as a participant will be measured.
“Play dead.” When my hand starts to trace up your leg when you should be asleep.
“Play dead.” When the alcohol in your system is too much and your spinning brain doesn’t know what to do.
“Play dead.” When the freeze response takes over and it’s the only comfort you have to cling to.
Making girls beg before I kiss them for the first time is admittedly a mean bit of sadism but it makes me feel sooo wanted to have her desperate for first contact
The following is a piece of nsfw smut depicting a kidnapping bondage scene with multiple partners. Fare warning this does lean on the side of "nc" more than "cnc".
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They had dragged her into the room, she had struggled and groaned from behind the gag in her mouth the whole time, trying to get out of their strong grip and the cuffs that bound her wrists behind her back. They half carried half dragged her over to a flat wooden chest that sat on the top of a table, with straps laying beside it. On the side of the chest closest to the edge of the table there was a semicircular dip in its side, just big enough for her hips to fit. They shove her down into the chest, one of the men pressing his hands down on her head and her back, forcing her to stay in the box, while another held her struggling legs, and the third man moved around to grab the lid of the box to close it. With quick movements the chest is closed around her head and torso, trapping her waist in the hole in its side and encasing her in darkness. She tried to push her bound hands against the chest lid above her but fails to make it budge as the men hold it down to lock it. Attempting to kick her way out just results in the grip on her legs becoming tighter. The two other men then take the straps on the table, wrapping them over the chest and under the table, securing it tightly in place so the chest doesn’t budge. After making sure the straps are secured they grab some small straps off of the table and come around behind her, taking one of her struggling and kicking legs from the third man, they wrestle to strap it to one of the table legs. Securing it tight they move to her other leg, tightly strapping it to the other table leg, spreading her legs wide.
Helplessness runs through her as she tries to pull her legs closed, which just results in chuckles from the men. She bangs her bound fists against the chest again, protesting loudly through her gag. All that can be heard through the chest is muffled groans.
“There nice and quiet” one of the men sighs, patting the top of the chest, causing her to growl in response within it. A sudden finger grazing her now exposed pussy lips makes her jump and she tries pulling her hips away.
“It’s so pathetic how wet all this struggling has made her” the man behind her says, his finger dragging gently against her pussy and pulling away with her fluids coating his finger.
“It’s almost like she wants it” says another, with a slight chuckle, moving next to him, examining her drenched pussy.
Within the dark chest she tries to reject the pleasure of the slight touches, but her body so eagerly wants to accept it and betray her. Through the solid chest she doesn’t hear the sound of a zipper, as the man directly behind her pulls his long and already very hard cock from his pants.
Taking a step closer he taps his cock against her opening then slides the tip of it through her wetness. She startles at the sensation and tries to struggle away from the feeling, protesting through her gag.
“Hear that?” The man at the side of the chest says a smirk on his face, comical tipping his ear towards the box “all those moans, sound like she wants it badly”
She struggles more trying to word her protests and reject his words.
“Oh such a needy cunt” the man behind her says, lining his cock up with her opening, “I’ll give her exactly what she wants” and with a sharp thrust shoves his cock deep within her. With a muffled scream in protest she bangs her bound hands against the locked chest again, as his cock roughly stretches her insides.
“Oh fuck she’s nice and tight” he huffs as he grinds his hips slightly, pressing his cock further in with a groan.
She whines in protest from in the box, trying to pull her hips away, to pull him out from inside her, but the cuffs on her ankles and her waist encircled by the hole in the box, holds her securely in place.
His rough hands grab her ass, squeezing both cheeks as he spreads them and pulls is cock slowly back out. Gazing down at his cock slowly pulling out of her he stops right before the tip pops out, he spreads her ass wider and then with a sudden movement he quickly thrusts back in her deeper than before. She releases another muffled scream from behind her gag, trying so hard to pull away with no avail.
“Mmh sounds like she likes it” the man beside the chest croons, caressing the top of the chest.
“I know I sure do” the man within his cock inside her groaned as he picks up his pace, placing a hand on top of the box and beginning to fuck her roughly. His thrusts stretch her roughly, and she tries to deny that it feels good, that being used like this, bound, gaged, and helpless isn’t making her wet, but she can hear and feel how wet she’s getting.
“Fuck, such a good hole” the man fucking her groans as his thrusts speed up and he starts pounding into her, making it harder for her to think about protesting.
“Are you ready to be filled up with cum?” The man at the side of the box crooned, snapping her out of the pleasure that she was feeling. They weren’t going to pull out, they were going to cum inside her, she tried to pull her body away from the now relentless fucking, letting out a groan of protest trying to plead with them. She could hear laughing at her failed struggles.
“Mmmhm scare her again, she gets so tight when she struggles” the man fucking her moaned as he shifted deeper inside her, his pace speeding up.
“Of course we’re going to fill you up, what's the use of a nice wet hole if we can't use it as a cum dump” the other man said, knocking teasingly on the other side of the box. She struggled more, but there was no escape. She felt the cock inside of her shove deep and rough at her struggles and in moments she felt it twitching inside of her as the man groaned.
“Fuck,” he swore as he slowly pulled out, she could feel cum start to drip out of her pussy. She started to attempt to yank her legs out of their binds, but as one cock left her dripping pussy another was lining up at her entrance, rubbing against the cum dripping out of her, using it as lube.
“Such a welcoming hole you have” the man who had been at the side of the box teased as he slowly starts to slide his cock into her. Struggling again, she lets out a groan as he stretches her back out, filling her pussy, his cock shoving the cum back in her. He is slower and slightly gentler than the first man, but in no time he is fully seated inside her, filling her deeper than before.
“Mmmh you’re right, she is going to be fun to keep as a cum dump” he groans as he begins to move back and forth, shoving his long length deep inside her, ramming it against her cervix. With each rough thrust she cries out, trying to pull her hips away, trying to protest, but all her struggling does is make him pump harder.
“Oh you feel so good when you're scared” he croons as he shoves his cock deep inside her, rolling his hips to get deeper.
“I told you” the other man said chuckling, patting the top of the box “we certainly picked a good one”
“You’re going to be our own personal set of holes to fill and use whenever we want” the man behind her says, continuing to roll his hip to grind his cock deep into her, making her groan.
“Just accept your fate” The third man says, as she starts to feel the cock in her pussy start to speed up, its thrusts longer and harder. There is no escape, no stopping these men from relentlessly using her, filling her with cum until she’s dripping down her legs, and she can't help but start to get lost in the pleasure of being filled, trapped and used.
It’s a shame that all these posts and videos about “the best places to bleed out!!” “10/10 bleed out spot” Are about dying in some war or something. When it could and should be about letting a beautiful and sadistic trans woman slit your throat and wrists and bleeding out on her lap.
I want to be forcibly babied and taken care of, someone lock my hands away !!now!! and change my clothes while i thrash violently until i succumb to gentle murmurs and the gag stiffles my crys and i tire out become plaint and sleepy and😫
The fantasy of throwing a party and inviting people who want to fuck me, and at some point during the party everyone starts to get a little touchy feely, and suddenly everyone turns on me and I’m being held down, tied up, and suddenly the party turns into a gangbang…