rare delights

m30s. happily married. long time lurker, now posting. this is all kink. I won't respond but you can request stories. MDNI.

[rare-delecto]

It seems so silly to resist men admiring you.

For all of human history, men have been drooling over bodies like yours. When they make statues, they have perky tits and delicious curves like you.

Everyone wants to have an influence. Is it so wrong if yours is making men's cocks hard when they see you in public, or making them spurt hot cum as they jack off looking at pictures of you?

After all, your body wants to be looked at. It wants to be desired. It wants to be touched.  Sometimes when you're getting plowed, you get so horny thinking about how sexy you look and how lucky he is to have a fuckable slut like you to juice. When you're super horny, you imagine yourself being community property, getting passed around from man to man with no expectation of anything but being pretty and getting railed until you drool. You moan as you imagine rough hands grabbing your ass cheeks and a huge dick stretching out your tight little pussy.

What would be wrong with that? Everybody would feel good. And isn't that what girls are good for? Making people feel good?

The more you think about it, the weirder it feels to not dress and act like a slut. You want to smile at men when you catch them looking at you. You want to subtly bend over or accidentally brush against them. You want to post revealing pictures so that even men you'd never date are stroking their cocks wishing they could have you. And most of all, when handsome men want anything from you, you want to smile and say "Yes."

It's the easiest way you know of making the world a better place.

[rare-delecto]

It started as admiration.

He was such a nice guy. Smart and creative, a good listener. A good friend.

He respected you, validated your thoughts, asked about your interests, saw you as three dimensional. You caught him looking in your eyes for a long time, and sometimes looking at your body, but you decided it was all in your head.

He was bigger than you. Taller. Not a supermodel. But a man. You liked that.

As you spent more time together, your dreams got weird. You had a recurring dream where you had gotten into debt after a car crash on something, and he helped pay for it, which meant you became his personal property for a year. In the dream you moved into his house with a suitcase full of revealing clothes and told him the skills you could be useful for. It started with you doing his dishes and taxes, but he kept you in the bed at night to warm him, and sometimes in the dream you let him spoon you all night long as his big erection pressed between your ass cheeks, and sometimes you had the explicit job of jerking his cock off a couple times a week to keep him focused. In the dream you gently talked him through it, like it was the most normal thing to jerk off your roommate who temporarily owns you. "It's really big and you feel really hard in my hands." "Does it help if I rub your balls?" "Let me know if there's a place you'd like to cum."

One day, in real life, after a late night at a bar with friends, you made the incredibly stupid mistake of telling him about the dreams. You started with "I work for you in them," which really confused him. He raised an eyebrow as you told him it was a temporary thing, that you were living in his house... it just got worse. "Them? Like, this dream repeats?"

Fuck. You had no good way out of this one.

"Um honestly it's so weird." You pretend to slur a little bit, even though you're not actually that drunk. "in the dream I, like, am your property."

His entire demeanor changed after that. The kindness in his eyes turned into something...else. not something cruel or mean, but something totally focused. Immediately his eyes were all over your body.

"Come to my place tonight." It wasn't a question, and you didn't think about refusing. You went with him, your heart pounding, unable to say much of anything. You sat on his couch and took a hit of weed and he said "What would you do if this was your dream?"

Your pussy was so wet. Your were struggling to think.

You'd never actually sucked his dick in your dreams, but you didn't think he'd be mad if you lied about that. You needed to take this opportunity while you could.

You kneeled on his carpet and stared up at his crotch. A thick rod was pressing against the inside of his jeans. You rubbed it with your hand and felt a rush of butterflies and a throbbing in your pussy.

"It's my job to take care of you," you said as you unzipped him and his throbbing member flipped out onto his stomach. "Is that allowed?"

Thank God for cocksucking or you would have had to explain yourself further. The taste of his precum drove you crazy and the pulse of his powerful heartbeat drumming against your lips and tongue made you feel so submissive.

Thoughts pounded into your head, so desperate and so horny that he would have laughed if you'd said them out loud. "Good men need to be taken care of by eager sluts." "I'm just a body for a man to cum on." "God, I'm so lucky."

You were sucking on his balls when you felt them contract. "Oh, god, yes," you said aloud, in a slutty voice you didn't recognize. You pulled back just in time for an eruption of white-hot, sticky cum to strike you on your face. You've never had a facial before, never wanted one, but more shocking words tumbled from your mouth. "You can literally do this anytime. I like it so much. Give it -- oh my god, yes, fuck, that was such a good one. Thank you..."

"Good. Fucking. Slut," he said, in his deep voice.

He stared at you like you were a creature from another universe. You smiled, then rose up and showed off -- crossing your eyes, holding back your hair, sticking out your tongue.

And that's where you are now. A huge drip of cum is tumbling off your tongue. You speak.

"Did you like that, sir?"

[1010e]

[rare-delecto]

The crime lord decorated you how he wanted.

During the first year, that mostly meant makeup and jewelry. You wore nothing but dozens of gold bangles for weeks, had your face done up glamorously by servants, your lips glossed and inviting for any men to kiss as they passed by. But soon you were tied into position. Soon they covered your body with tattoos.

The crime lord kept you as a toy for any of his guests. Men from all over the city -- corrupt tax collectors made you bend as they plopped their fat cocks on your back and then fucked you senseless. Thieves and murderers made you lick and stroke their cocks while they negotiated.

You complained a couple of times at first, but these days you feel like you've gotten used to it. After all, the cushions are soft, and the men do give you their pretty cocks... What's so wrong with that?

[busygramps]

[rare-delecto]

He's taken you out this far.

There's nobody around.

"You look amazing, by the way," he says.

There's a tent growing in his pants.

"You're really sweet," you say, smiling.

You sneak a look at it. Then look up at him.

You're so pretty. He loves looking at you so much.

It drains the blood out of his brain and sends it somewhere way more useful to you.

"You haven't touched me yet," you say. "Is something wrong?"

[differentdreamlandalpaca]

[rare-delecto]

Dear Ms. _____,

You're receiving this message as a reminder that you will lose your Intelligence Access Privileges (IAP) on the first day of next quarter, July 1st. For the first 25 years of your life, it's been our honor and pleasure to use state-of-the-art technology to make you as intelligent and hormonally stable as your peers, but since you have not achieved exceptionally intelligent status or gained a job that medically requires intelligence, your Intelligence will be revoked officially on August 3rd at midnight. (If this is in error, and you have a medically-approved reason to maintain your mind as you've known it up to this point, please reach out to this e-mail -- but beware, our spam folder is very selective.)

You may find the transition to your baseline intelligence level disorienting. You will be fired from your job, will lose the right to run for office, and will be automatically placed in the Available Women Lottery, which may eventually result in you being assigned a male guardian or, if you have multiple claimants, a Courting Period. You will struggle to form complete sentences or use computers.

Many women express frustration at first, although they usually find themselves unable to explain what they're upset about. Some desperately attempt to appeal their revocation, but once stopped, the process cannot be restarted. Your baseline intelligence will be your intelligence forever!

However, life at baseline can be extremely satisfying, and we are here to help you. At your baseline intelligence, you will find yourself delighted and entranced by simple pleasures: sunflowers in a field, good-smelling perfume, soft underwear. Baseline women often live very happy lives as smiley grocery store cashiers, flirty servers, mothers, dancers, and other professions.

Of course, the most important changes come with the hormone rebalancing. Along with your baseline intelligence, you'll be returned to your baseline sexuality. Some may find this disorienting as well, as non-heterosexual women will be returned to their baseline heterosexuality. You will experience immediate extreme attraction to masculine men, a desperate magnetic need to be fucked, and a healthy, enthusiastic desire to suck dick. Serving men in a submissive and feminine way will become one of your highest life priorities overnight.

All of this might seem overwhelming. But know that we'll be here for you every step of the way. Your future is bright!

[nosferatu-the-vampyre]

[rare-delecto]

"On Sunday nights, your dad and I prepare all the school lunches for the whole week, and we need to focus. Stay upstairs, and if you hear mommy making noises, we're just playing a game."

[rare-delecto]

In honor of 200 followers, reposting my oldest existing caption/story. So many sluts and horny people reading the stuff that makes me hot. If we ever get to 500, I'll have to figure out something really special to write.

[mirenlune]

👉 Private Snaps & Exclusive Content Inside

[rare-delecto]

Your family always had a big community growing up. You grew up with plenty of friends and your parents had plenty of friends.

Some of the men were old enough to be your dad.

And turns out, you now call lots of them "daddy."

[expressions-of-nature]

by Bernhard

[horniroyal-deactivated20250803]

Hey friendly reminder: Don’t Ruin your life for kink

Don’t harm yourself for kink

Don’t isolate yourself for kink

Don’t put yourself into debt for kink

Don’t put yourself in danger for kink

Alot of people talk a big game about these things, but please practice safe kink practices. Negotiate saftey, boundaries, establish consent. Practice aftercare and check in and make sure people you trust know where you are. Whether you’re dominant, submissive, or switch you deserve safe fun consensual kinks.

It can become dangerous for you and/or your partner(s) really quickly if you don’t make the small effort to make it safe. Getting off is not worth it.

Don’t ruin your life for kink.

[madison--ava--jones]

[rare-delecto]

The pleasure comes from service.

You love having something hard and insistent in your pussy, but more than that, you love being an obedient, willing girl for a big strong man.

You've almost cum just from feeling useful.

You've masturbated thinking about a time you told a man "I just wanna make you feel good..."

So get on your knees. Look up. And become a servant.

[florial]

[rare-delecto]

You used to be his equal.

Sure, he had the wealthy family and the partnership at the law firm. But you were an athlete, a real figure. You had a name that people recognized.

The romance was whirlwind, the wedding cost several million dollars, and at the end of it you were his wife. You fought sometimes, but the sex was amazing, and the money made most problems go away.

Throughout the years, you got anxious. Not his fault.

The Subtraction Training helped a ton. Weekly sessions that you couldn't remember too clearly, except for walking out with a big smile and a sore throat and something wet on your chin. And at-home practice where your husband used the hypnotic triggers to bring you down and help reinforce some of the lessons. You love hearing him say the triggers, and you love the feeling of his cock filling up your mouth and throbbing against your tongue, and you love that this is what the doctor wants.

You're on your knees in the home gym. For the last few months, you've been waiting for him on tuesdays and sucking him off. You've started craving the taste of his cum.

You serve him now. You chose that.

You ask yourself: is this something I should be worried about?

But then he walks in, and you get distracted...

[ourheatisgospel]

(via Anastasia Murr and Bogdana Voloshyna by Ana Dias | Playboy)

[rare-delecto]

You're playing a different game.

Men play games of strength, domination, victory. Boiling anger is pent up in their muscles, waiting to be unleashed. Red-hot, thick cocks harden as they feel in control and ready to spread their seed.

Your game is more delicate, more sensitive, smarter.

Your body is perfect -- a soft, welcoming, ready place to receive power and use it. You play games of alluring, of pleasing, of submitting. Women's bodies are wet, soft, inviting to receive fingers, tongues, and most importantly, sperm-spewing fat cocks. Your purpose is to witness power, admire it -- and let it fill you with itself.

You're not losing when he bends you on your knees in broad daylight in the tennis court and plunges his massive dick into your gorgeous slit until you gasp and gulp and cum and then he pumps a half-gallon of burning hot cum into your delicious sopping pussy.

You're just playing a different game, that's all!

[rare-delecto]

You resisted for months. He was so handsome, so tall, so insistent. But you were worried. He had a dominant streak, a tendency to tell you what he wanted and then expect you to do it. And you wished you didn't, but you liked it.

What was the moment it changed? Well, you really wished it was when he took you to Italy or when he kissed you under the streetlamp or something...

But it was the cock. Tasting it on your knees. He was so convincing, but the second you saw it you didn't need logic anymore. Seven and a half inches, thick, dribbling precum.

"We just..." You tried to speak as your tongue massaged his shaft. You pulled away. "We can't date. You're too..."

"Powerful?" he asked, laughing. Your girly little pussy gushed.

"I was gonna say 'pushy,'" you said, and you took him deep in your throat.

"Hm," he said. "I'm curious. You're not stopping me now as I start to slide in and out. You're not doing anything. Looks like if I try to make you the happiest girl on earth and turn you into my desperate little cockslut, you're not going to do anything at all. Are you?"

You shook your head, feeling the massive shaft utterly fill your mouth.

[overheatedfantasy]

Could be us…?

[rare-delecto]

This relationship is a safe place.

If you want to be strong, you can be. If you want to be independent, you are. Capable, professional, whatever. It's yours.

But I get the feeling that that might not be what you want.

If you want to be soft, it's encouraged. If you want to be used, get on your knees. If you want to give up choices and have them be made for you, I'll always help.

Good girl. Get on your knees. Let me put this around your neck.

Do you feel safe? Good. Now we can get started.

[frostingspiral]

brainwashed bimbo is such a compliment like please guide my head up and down your shaft and make me slobber all over while you tell me I’m your pretty brainless toy, your brainwashed suckhole bimbo toy

[rare-delecto]

60 seconds later.

"Okay, I swallowed it all. I don't think anyone saw us. You'll let me suck it again soon, right?"

[sleepbroken]

YOU, should be below me

[happilyusedfeminist]

A woman who thinks this demeaning has never known true freedom

[rare-delecto]

Quick reflex test! Say the word "yes" out loud.

Did you do it? Good!

It feels so good to enthusiastically say "yes." Isn't it one of the best feelings in the world? Say it again. See?

For your next session of masturbation, your vocabulary is reduced to one word. Now, until you cum, you can only say the word "yes." And you're going to say it a lot.

Start by looking at girls in slutty outfits. Say "yes" when you look at everyone, imagining that your boyfriend is asking you to wear the outfit.

Continue by looking at girls on their knees, staring at gorgeous attentive cocks. Imagine that he's asking you to suck his dick. Say "yes" to every cock.

Now find video of girls getting fucked, especially plowcams where you can see the expressions of overwhelm and desperation and acceptance and lust on the girls' faces. Imagine that a man is saying "who's a good girl?" and say "yes." Say yes for every girl you see getting fucked.

When you start to feel yourself getting close, you can say "yes" as frequently or intensely as you'd like, imagining as vividly as you can being fucked by a thick, beautiful, eager cock that won't take no for an answer.

Imagine what saying "yes" really means now. The weight of all of those acceptances on you. How much you're giving up. How much you're agreeing to. What you're letting yourself become.

Do you want to come back and do this again next time?

Say "yes."

[honeyyymmoon]

Sabrina Carpenter photographed by David LaChapelle

[rare-delecto]

In that moment, kneeling on the floor in the photoshoot with David, just as he stepped away and she was left alone for an instant, Sabrina received a genuine divine vision.

Her perfect blue bimbo eyes, looking up into the light, perceived the Divine Image clearly as it coalesced in a beam of pure golden light. Time stopped -- Sabrina could see the others on the set suddenly go unmoving. She tried to move her hands off of her beautiful tits or move her head, but she seemed to be frozen.

Then a voice spoke to her, directly into her mind, like a voiceover in a trailer. It was a woman's voice.

"Sabrina," said the godly voice, "you have served me well and spread my Slutty Doctrines. You must be rewarded."

Sabrina laughed, her low alt voice full of genuine mirth. "Uh, what?"

"You are the greatest force for sluttiness on Earth, Sabrina," the godly voice intoned. "Every day, thousands of girls think of you as they try to dress, flirt, or have sex. They want to be like you. And they want to want big dicks like you."

"Look, man," Sabrina said. "I just had to pivot. My first albums didn't do so well so I had to put on this sexy schoolgirl thing."

"Your reward is that your faith in Sluttiness will never be shaken again."

"Sorry, what?"

The light grew blazing, horribly bright, but Sabrina looked right into it. In that light she saw things that man can never understand.

When it faded, and time returned to the photoshoot, David called out from a distance. "Hey, Sabrina," he says, "Really doey-eyed, yeah? 'Give me your cum, sir,' moment."

"Mmm," said Sabrina, with genuine enthusiasm. "Yeah, give me your cum..."

The crew laughed, as if this was a well-known but beloved joke. Sabrina felt confused.

"Do we have a... a cock here?" she asked genuinely, looking around hopefully. "For me to pose with?"

Another laugh. She became a little worried. Were they not going to give her a cock? She looked around in confusion.

"I'm not joking," she said, a little sternly. She knew how to get her staff to do what she wanted. "I want one."

The laughing stopped, and David looked around. "Come on, folks," he said. "She said what she wants."

As they hurried off, he approached her. She smiled.

"Have you masturbated thinking about me, David?" she asked.

"Uh, sorry?" he asked, shocked.

"I hope you have," Sabrina said. "It's what I'm doing for the world, isn't it? Making it sluttier. I just want to make sure you enjoy it too."

David looked at her in shock.

She looked down at his crotch and back up. "We can send them away, right? I need your cum..."