Ejaculations of Terror

30s. Queer dykefag. Genderfucked butch. It/its. 18+ only.

[gardenofneedles-deactivated2026]

i need to take care of you in a way that threatens your autonomy and makes you question if you can ever function without me again.

[whateverimhthr]

my problem ofc is that i’m a massive massive flirt and i love sadism and kissing and i don’t like sex. i wanna hit on you and grope you in the bar and dig my nails into your thigh so hard it bruises or draws blood and then go Okay get home safe, it was great seeing you!

[oliviawebsite]

babe ive had a hard day can you piss yourself please

[osakanone]

[starrykitwhore]

!!!

[itswillowneptune]

I can see you squirming

[bimbosanddolls]

the whimper that just came out of me... omygod

[regxregitated]

god didn't give me a dick because he knew it would go in someones stomach wound, amen

[visciousest]

You have to think about how scary it would be to have an ovipositor forced into your throat and feel it start to fill you

[visciousest]

You have to think about trying to make yourself throw up after it's done with you to try and get whatever it put inside you out.

[muttcvnt]

tell us about the primal game u play!

sorry in advance for how long this took to answer :’) I was on vacation

let me introduce you to a game I call Foxhunt

okay so! you’ll need: your sub (known here as the Fox), your Dom (here known as the Hound), a scarf or bandana, a biiiig wild space free of other people (bonus points if it’s wooded, extra bonus points if the Hound is familiar with it but the Fox is not), and lastly a means of tracking the fox (I use one way location sharing via the app Zocal, but an airtag or similar would work too). this is a game meant to be played at night, in the dark.

Hound, pull that bandana through a belt loop on your hip. don’t tie it; you want it to be secure enough to run without falling out but able to be pulled off with minimal resistance. set up location sharing on your phones.

Fox, you have five minutes to run off before you’ll be pursued. get as far away as you can or find a good hiding spot. Hound, you do not watch their location during this five minutes.

once their head start runs out, it’s the Hound’s objective to hunt down the Fox. you have their location, but using your phone to check it will hinder your night vision; part of your strategy is striking the right balance. (this is how we mimic following a fox’s scent trail. a hound can pick it up easily, but trails are imperfect and can be swept away by the wind or lost over streams, hence the balance struck by having to moderate how often you check.)

Fox, your win condition is to steal the bandana off of the Hound tailing you and make it back to wherever your game started.

Hound, your win condition is to get your prey pinned on the ground.

how intense the fight to meet these conditions can be determined by the individual players. personally, I typically only limit it to exclude blows to the head. in my games, the Hound wins when the Fox has all four limbs pinned to the ground and using a bite to aid in a takedown is not only allowed, but a valued strategy.

to make the most of your hunt, try hosting it somewhere the Hound can make the most of its inevitable victory and rip its quarry apart right there in the dirt and the leaf litter. reward your Fox for doing its best to survive the hunt with the privilege of taking your knot.

[lesbutcher]

Thinking about buckling someone’s collar to my belt so they can’t take me out of their throat. Just letting them massage my cock with their gulps and whines all day. Hopefully they learn to breathe through their nose, but maybe if I get extra bored or irritated with my job I’ll reach down and hold it shut just to watch them start to panic and squirm.

[wetdeviant-deactivated20240622]

Imagine your dom banning you from using the bathroom inside; they tell you that for the next 24 hours you have to go outside if you want to pee. You could refuse at first because it's below you... You can't just pee outside like a dog. So you hold it. And hold it... Then you start to get desperate; you can't sit still anymore. You try to sneak off to the bathroom only to realize your dom has locked it. They catch you in the act and remind you of the rules. “If you want to go potty, you have to be good and go outside, okay?” You walk back to the couch slowly and try to hold on longer. They can't seriously expect you to go outside, right? You try to ignore your urge, but it's only getting worse. Your bladder is so full that you feel like you're going to pop. You're whimpering under your breath now as you try to find a position that gives you any relief, but it's impossible. You need to pee. You just want to pee so bad. You try to tentatively rub your bladder to ease an ache, but gasp when it pushes a leak out of you. Suddenly, your dom grabs you by the arm and pulls you up. Going from sitting to standing is torturous; you cry out when gravity only makes the pressure in your abdomen worsen. “What don't you get? I told you that you're only allowed to piss outside.” Your dom reprimands you as they forcibly lead you through the back door. Tears begin to run down your cheeks; the pain in your bladder and your dom's tone too much. Your dom lets go of your arm and points to the grass. “Piss. Now.” You begin to quietly sob as you try to unbutton your pants, your shaky hands unable to finish the task when you have to grab at yourself. You look at your dom with pleading eyes, but they give you a cold stare and refuse to help. You put yourself in this position. If you had just listened earlier you wouldn't be having an accident. Trembling, knees buckled, you finally manage to unzip your pants. But you can only get them halfway down before your bladder bursts. Underwear still on, you begin pissing, all of it being caught by the pants stuck at your knees. The hissing is so loud you're scared any neighbors out just know what's happening. That you're pathetically pissing yourself. Yet you can't stop because you needed to go so bad. You almost think you can feel your bladder shrinking as the warmth runs down your legs. Little moans escape you without your notice; you're just lost in the relief... When the last trickles finish, you look down at your mess, unsure of what to do now. You must look so pitiful with your soiled pants caught at your knees. “Take them off. Underwear too” Your dom orders. “I don't want you trailing piss inside.” You shakily rid yourself of your garments, feeling exposed to the outside air. “Come on. We'll discuss your punishment inside.” Your dom orders as they turn and tread back into the house. You follow quietly and hold back tears when you suddenly remember that the 24 hours aren't over yet.

[syd-sixx]

[syd-sixx]

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[knottydevil]

A fun little chair tie featuring adorgeous and myself 👀

[cnc-pet]

when the monster is big enough to hold you with one hand wrapped around your body and literally just uses your body like a fleshlight and maybe it really gets off on being able to feel your body bulge against its hand every time it impales you on its impossibly thick cock

And yeah, maybe a person's body would be at the very least severely injured by having something rearrange their insides in such a manner, but if you're not a person and are, in fact, a sex toy, that shouldn't be a problem, should it?

[mystic-apostasy-deactivated2024]

they/them- be nice and not gross or I'll block you

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[desiresofgodhimself]

Want to ignore some CNC kink bitch's safeword in the middle of a "scene." Watch the gears turn in their head when they say it again, louder, not processing the fact that they went from being "raped" to actually being raped. You said you have a rape kink, isn't this what you signed up for? No? You just wanted to roleplay it? Too fucking bad. You shouldn't be getting off to those thoughts if you can't handle the real thing, you dumb bitch. Now come on, just enjoy getting raped like you fantasize about, won't you?

[fulfillpurpose]

I want you to cry to me about your rape, and never know it was me.

I want to be the one you turn to in your most broken moments, when you're remembering what that stranger did to you. So I can pet your hair as you cry into my chest, and gently encourage you to tell me every detail.

I want you to tremblingly tell me, one day, how you still touch yourself to it. How it was the worst day of your life, but now it's all you can think of when you come.

Because I have a solution to that. A way to recapture some of that fear and intensity, of having a man do exactly what he wants with you no matter what you say. A way to regain control by experiencing it again, but safely, with someone you trust.

And you trust me, don't you? I've always been there for you.

[butchviolence]

You know what’s better than denial? Only letting your pet cum when they do something disgusting.

You can cum if you eat my ass like a dog and bark like one too. You can cum if you call me dad and say thank you for playing with me. You can cum if you’re humping my thigh begging me to get you pregnant with my litter. You can cum if you join me in the shower and put on a big smile while you wait patiently for me to need to piss.

The best part is, after a while doing disgusting things start to feel better than cumming, and you start doing them without accepting your reward after. These things aren’t even really that gross are they? It’s normal to want all of these things, it’s normal to act like this for your owner.

Don’t worry pet, soon you won’t have any shame to worry with.