This is strictly an 18+ blog, if you do not have your age posted or are under 18 do not interact please.
This is also not a space for cis men, anyone else is welcome but this blog is my safe space
my name is Rory (they/them), I am a puppy switch, I am 22, poly (one partner currently), queer, autistic, disabled, and very very kinky!
This blog is going to be mostly kink and horny posting with some autistic and disability posting occasionally
âšïžWhat I am intoâšïž
pet play, cnc, bondage, sadism, masochism, knotts, monsters, electrostim, intox, edging, denial, blood, knife play, choking, breeding (non literal), body worship, chastity, public play (fictional), somno, temp play, degradation, praise. Non extensive but I believe these are most of them and the big ones
I am ok with any complements, to me complements are not gendered at all so feel free to call me pretty, handsome, cute, ect!
No go's/hard limits
Age play, body fluids (other than blood), scat, slaves, feet, fisting, food
please feel free to send me asks! If we are mutuals feel free to dm me as well!
Kink is one of my special interests and I absolutely love talking about it!
Please feel free to ask me questions about myself, my dynamic, or my kinks! I will not answer them if it makes me or my partner uncomfortable though
Ask/dm rules
Please do not call me a girl or boy or use pup to refer to me. You can call me a puppy or rory.
Feel free to leave spicy anons/asks, as long as they aren't intended as direct intimacy between us or insinuate any sort of relationship. And please no photos of yourself or others, drawn images are good and appreciated!
The ruins smelled like rain and something else. Something warm. Alive.
You didn't notice it until too late.
The walls dripped with itâa violet iridescent sheen that caught what little light filtered through the collapsed ceiling. Glossy. Pulses of deeper purple moved through its mass like slow heartbeats. You stepped closer, curious despite the prickle at the back of your neck.
Shouldn't have done that.
The slime moved.
It poured from the walls like water defying gravity, coalescing into a shape that made your breath catch. A huge blob of shimmering purple, its surface so glossy you could see your own terrified reflection staring back.
A round head formed on topâno features, no eyes, no mouth, but somehow watching. Limbs dripped from its main mass, thick and sinuous, leaving trails of viscous purple that squelched on the cold stone floor.
You ran.
Your sneakers slipped on the wet flagstones. You made it three steps before something caught your ankle.
Shlrp.
Purple tendrils wrapped around both your legs, yanking you off your feet. Before you could scream, more of them coiled around your wrists, your waist, hauling you backward across the slick stone. The slime's main body loomed above you, violet iridescence gleaming like oil.
"Let me go!" You thrashed, bucking against the hold. "Get the fuck off me!"
The slime didn't respond. It couldn't. But its tendrils tightened anyway. One tendril slithered up your arm, found the hem of your shirt, and pulled. The fabric ripped. You felt the cold air hit your stomach and rage burned through your fear.
"You bastardâ"
Another tendril wrapped around your other arm. You yanked, muscles straining, but it was like fighting against water that had decided to become stone. The slime's grip was absolute. Your shirt came off in tatters. Your bra followed, the clasps popping.
"Noâstop itâ" You kicked out, but the tendrils on your legs just rode the motion, absorbing your struggles. A thicker appendage wrapped around each thigh and pulled them apart. You squeezed them back together, fighting with everything you had. "I said stop!"
The round head tilted. Considering you.
Then a tendril slid across your mouth.
You clamped your lips shut, glaring. The slime paused. Its surface rippled with something that might have been amusement. Violet dripped from its limbs, pooling beneath you, warm against your bare skin despite the chill of the ruins.
The tendril pressed again. You shook your head, jaw clenched tight.
Fine.
That's what the slime seemed to communicate. Fine. We'll do this your way.
More tendrils joined the first. One hooked the waistband of your jeans. Another found the button. They worked with a dexterity that made your stomach clench. Your jeans came off. Your panties followed. You were naked, spread-eagled on wet stone.
"Fuck you," you spat.
The tendril at your mouth didn't try to enter again. It just hovered there, patient.
Another tendril found your nipple.
You gaspedâtraitorâand the tendril at your mouth took the opening.
It slid between your lips, tasting faintly sweet. Like blueberries.
Gllk.
You gagged. Your throat convulsed around the intrusion, but the slime didn't pull back. It pushed deeper, the tendril elongating, filling your mouth, sliding down your throat.
Your eyes watered. You couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Shlrpâshlrpâshlrp!
The sound of it sliding in and out, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper. The tendril pulsed against your tongue, and the sweetness intensified. You swallowed without meaning to. The slime's essence coated your throat, and suddenlyâ
Oh.
Suddenly you could feel the slime's awareness. Its hunger. Its need. The way it had watched you wander through its ruins.
There, a voice echoed in your skull. Not words. Impressions. There. Finally. Pretty little thing. So warm. So tight.
You tried to scream, but the tendril muffled it.
Gllkâmmmphâ
The slime's other appendages hadn't stopped working. Two of them had found your nipples, the tips forming perfect suction cups that latched on and pulled. The sensation shot straight to your pussyâyou could feel yourself getting wet, could feel the slick heat gathering between your thighs.
Shameful. Wrong. You shouldn't want this.
Your body didn't care.
Another tendril slithered down your stomach, leaving a trail of warm glossy purple. It found your pussy lips, parted them with ease, and pushed inside.
"Mmmph!"
You bucked. The tendril was thick and it was moving, thrusting in and out in a rhythm that made your eyes roll back. Wet sounds filled the ruins. Each thrust drove deeper, the slime's length stretching you open, filling you up.
So wet, the voice purred in your mind. So ready. You wanted this. Your body knew before your mind did.
You wanted to deny it. You really did.
But another tendril found your clit.
It was smaller than the others, more precise. It circled your swollen nub once, twice, then settled there with a pressure that made your thighs shake. Your walls clenched around the tendril inside you.
Don't cum. Don't you fuckingâ
"MMMPHâ!"
The orgasm hit you like a wave. Your back arched off the stone. Your pussy spasmed around the tendril, squeezing it, milking it, while the tendril on your clit vibrated softly.
The tendril in your mouth pulled out just enough to let you gasp.
"Oh fuckâoh fuckâ"
Not done. Not nearly done.
The tendril in your pussy pushed deeper.
You felt it nudge something inside youâsomething that made pain and pleasure knot together in your gut. Your womb. It was pressing against your womb.
"Noâ" You tried to pull away, but the tendrils on your legs held you open. "No, don'tâyou can'tâ"
Can't?
The voice in your head was gentle.
I can.
The tendril pushed harder. The tip pressed against your cervix, that tight ring of muscle that had never been breached, and you screamed. It wasn't just pain, it was pressure, a fullness that made your vision blur, made your mind go blank with sensation.
Pleasure-pain, the slime offered. You like it. I can feel how much you like it.
You did. God help you, you did.
The tip pushed through.
Squelch!
The sound was wet and final. The tendril slid into your womb, and you felt your belly bulgeâa visible swell low in your abdomen, proof of how deep it had gone.
Your second orgasm hit before the first had finished.
"FUCKâ"
You came apart. Your walls clenched and unclenched, your clit throbbed against the tendril still circling it, and you felt the tendril in your womb pulse with every contraction.
It was too much. It wasn't enough.
The slime made a soundânot a word, not quite a moan, but something in between. Thrummm. Its whole body vibrated with pleasure.
Beautiful. So beautiful. Want more. Need more.
Another tendril found your ass.
"Noâ" You shook your head frantically. "Not thereâI've neverâ"
Shh.
The tendril pressed against your pucker, slick with the slime's natural lubrication. It circled the tight ring of muscle.
Let me in. Let me fill you. All of you.
You were crying. You weren't sure when that started. Tears ran down your cheeks, mixing with the sweat on your neck, the slime on your lips.
"Please," you whispered. "Please."
You weren't sure what you were asking for.
The tendril pushed inside.
Shlk!
Your ass clenched around it, fighting the intrusion. The slime paused, letting you adjust, and the tendril in your pussy throbbed in counterpoint. Two holes filled. Two tendrils pulsing. The one in your mouth slid deeper, and you were full, so fucking full you could barely breathe.
Gllkâmmmph!!
The slime began to move.
All three tendrils thrust in unisonâinto your pussy, into your ass, down your throat. The rhythm was relentless, feral, hungry. The slime's main body pressed against your spread thighs, your belly, your chest, its glossy surface warm and slick against your skin.
Your pussy squelched around the tendril inside it.
Your ass made wetter sounds, tighter sounds.
Your throat bulged with each thrust, the tendril visible beneath the skin of your neck.
You lost count of the orgasms.
They rolled through you, one after another, each one crashing before the last had finished. Your pussy spasmed. Your ass clenched. Your throat convulsed. And the slime drank it all, absorbing your pleasure, feeding on it.
Mine, the voice hummed. Mine now. All mine.
The tendril in your pussy pushed deeper into your womb. The tip swelled.
Going to fill you. Going to breed you.
You tried to protestâcan't breed, I'm human, you're slimeâbut your thoughts dissolved into static as the tendril pulsed. Violet slime filled your womb, hot and liquid, making your belly swell. The tendril withdrew slowly, dragging through the mess it had made, and you felt the cum slosh inside you with every movement.
The tendril in your ass followed suit. It pushed deep, pressed against the curve of your colon, and pulsed. More violet. More heat. More fullness.
Your belly rounded more, from the sheer volume the slime had pumped into you.
You looked pregnant. You looked ruined.
Perfect, the slime said. Perfect little thing. All full of me.
The tendril in your mouth pulled out.
You gasped, coughing, tasting blueberry slime on your tongue. Sweet. So fucking sweet.
"Iâ" Your voice cracked. "I can still feel you. Inside me."
Good.
The slime's tendrils withdrew from your pussy and ass gently, making you feel every inch. Violet, glossy cum leaked out of you, pooling beneath your hips. You were empty. You were aching.
You'll be back, the voice said.
You looked up at the slime's round, featureless head. At its violet iridescence gleaming in the dim light. At the tendrils that still wrapped your wrists, your ankles.
"Yeah," you whispered. "I will."
The slime's surface rippled. Contentment. Satisfaction.
Good.
You lay there for a long time afterward, naked on the cold stone, covered in violet slime. When you finally sat up, your belly was still fullâround and heavy with the cum that hadn't leaked out.
The slime had retreated to the walls, but you could still feel it. A warm presence at the edge of your awareness.
Come back tomorrow, it said.
"Maybe."
I'll be waiting.
You stood on shaky legs. Your thighs were slick with violet. Your pussy ached. Your ass throbbed.
Getting your toy so so worked up that they are begging you to fuck them.
And of course you do, they are your toy after all, what are you supposed to do not fuck them?
So you tie them down and they get just so excited and ready, only for you to work a stroker into their hole and fuck that instead.
Letting them feel all full but just not enough for them to actually get off to while you fuck their even tighter hole watching them squirm and beg for you to actually fuck them.
You arent sure why they are asking, you are fucking them? Oh they wanted to feel it? Silly toy, thats not what they're there for, they are there for your pleasure not theirs.
What if instead of normal boot humping I make you lay face down, spread eagle and I forcibly grind my boot against your cunt from behind until it's covered in your juices and you get so fucking dumb that you can't help begging for more.
âAwh, plaything, whatâs wrong? Is the vibrator a bit too intense?â Your hypnotist asked, leaning over you, tied down on the bed. The vibrator was strapped between your legs. You nodded, desperately at them. You felt like your mind and body were breaking.
âYeah? Canât you take it?â You shook your head, whimpering. âToo bad.â They leant back up, eyes roaming hungrily over your body. âI explained that it wasnât coming off until I was satisfied. And Iâm not satisfied. I think I can wring another orgasm from your helpless body. Your weak mind.â
Your moans became louder, more pronounced. âSo, no. I donât care how intense it is, sweetie. You said you wanted as much pleasure as I could give you.â You vaguely remembered that. It felt like it had been hours ago. âSo thatâs what youâre getting. In fact⊠Sensitize.â
They pressed their hand to your chest as they said it, and your whole body became more aware of the pleasure. The terrible, terrible pleasure that you were feeling. âThere we go. Oh, is it unbearable? Cute. You make such delightful sounds when youâre like this.â
Their smile grew as they continued to watch you. âGo on, beg me to stop.â They said.â
The words began to fall from your lips immediately, in a panicked stream. âPlease, please stop, please take it off, I canât take it, Iâll accept punishment, Iâll be good, I-I-I-â
They held up a finger. âNo. If you really want to stop, you can safe word. I wonât be upset, itâs your call.â They paused, giving you a chance. But no. Even if it was too much, it felt⊠Perfect. There was a part of your brain that was delighting in being used like this.
âThatâs what I thought, sweetie. But if you want punishment, for failing to take it?â Again, their eyes trailed over you, their smile becoming a smirk. âThis is your punishment, my little trance slut. But hey, I will help, even a little. Drop.â They tapped you on the forehead.
Your mind switched off, instantly. There were no thoughts, no frenzied desperate needs. Just the pleasure, spiking its way deeper into your brain. âThere you go. Now itâs just your body being overstimulated. Your mind wonât get in the way.â
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imagine if someone made a fleshlight that, whenever it got fucked, you got fucked too-
like, anywhere anytime if that fleshlight was being used, so were you. you'd have to learn very quickly how to go about your day while also being pounded into like a toy
and afterwards, maybe they use it to cockwarm themselves for god knows how long, only to pull out so you can feel their cum sliding down your legs
you would feel so used- you really would be treated like a toy by a stranger, or maybe more than one if your lucky
Oh wow. Like a whole new level of a remote vibrator.
Imagine trying to concentrate on a work meeting as a cock fucks you hard and quick, just needing to crank one out to help someone get to sleep.
Or youâre out at drinks with the girls, and a cock slides into you for a gentle, tired fuck, and youâre trying to keep up with the goss while youâre slowly fucked most of the way to orgasm.
Maybe a fun one, where youâre at the exciting part of a sporting match, and a cock slips in for a quick fuck. No one notices or minds that you come loudly and proudly, your cries lost in the crowd.
Or worse, settling into your seat at the ballet, or opera, or to watch a serious movie, and a demanding cock shoves in for a serious, prolonged, balls-deep fucking.You struggle to keep quiet and still as youâre fucked.Â
No more apologizing for being horny on main. No more horny jail. Weâre horny prison abolitionists. No gods, no masters! Wait. Okay maybe a few masters. Alright but no bars will hold us! No whips and chains will â fuck, hang on, let me start again.
wanna be strapped down to a sybian, unable to lift myself even an inch to give my poor, overstimulated clit a reprieve
want someone to turn the sybian higher every time i come, until it's at full power and he leaves it there as long as he wants, no matter how much i scream and cry and beg him to stop
i'm sorry but if you're gonna call yourself t4t (which is meant to be a political statement as well as preference!) you have to be ok with sex that isn't PIV and especially sex that involves post-transition bodies (if you're only into trans men when they have fully functional vaginas and trans women when they have fully functional penises you're a loser). otherwise you're just a trans person with cishet convictions and same underdeveloped view on sex!
