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this is an erotica blog, which means that it's 18+ and nsfw. if you're under 18 and still here, you've already proven you're not mature enough to respect boundaries or be here. (if you are obviously not 18+ and you interact, i will block you.)

a lot of what i write is a combination of third person kinky vignettes and first person fem domme, but a lot of the language is pretty gender neutral, so take it as you will.

askbox and dms are both open (for now), but i probably won't reply to either unless i'm really feeling like it. i'm giving you the erotica--everything else is your problem. and if you can't figure it out? sounds like a skill issue on your part, sweetheart. (currently feeling like replying to asks, but will be inconsistent in any dm-ing. guidance can be found here)

sir or ma'am are both fine, if you feel the need to use some sort of honorific. mommy is not.

i'm not looking for a relationship. i won't be your domme or your sub or anything in between or otherwise.

unsolicited pictures of any kind will get you blocked immediately.

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Whenever Jessie comes over, one of the first things she always does is slip a remote-controlled vibrator into Anna's panties.

One some level Anna knows that this isn't normal, or at least isn't usual, but it never quite occurs to her to say anything about it or try to stop Jessie.

It's just part of their ritual: Jessie comes over; she pushes up Anna's dress or unbuttons her pants; she slides the vibrator into place to rest right against Anna's clit, held in place by Anna's very practical panties; and then she fixes Anna's clothing so it's like nothing ever happened.

And she doesn't leave the vibrator on all the time. Just as a reward when Anna does what she wants, or sometimes as something unpredictable and distracting that keeps Anna from marshalling her thoughts all the way, or sometimes all the way on high until Anna is overstimulated and begging as a punishment.

But the punishments happen less now, and the rewards more, though sometimes Jessie still does film Anna trying to hold a conversation with her while the vibrator is at its most distracting and then show it to her and make her cum to the video of herself unable to even finish a thought.

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This may be a little out of your wheelhouse but a short snippet about a trans guy in chastity who has to earn his orgasm would be amazing, especially if you included an aphrodisiac aspect in it

The young men and women of the Kestrel School of Magic are given access to the best that society has to offer, and they work hard to earn every privilege.

Rel is no different.

He's a third year student, with a specialization in ritual magic, and that requires certain...restrictions. Ritualists can lose themselves in all sorts of things that they consider rituals, and anything involving sex is one of them, so until they have proven themselves to be trustworthy with all forms of ritual, any form of sex must be taken out of their control and used solely as a teaching method and as a reward.

The reward, in this case: after successful completion of his quarterly showcase, Rel will be granted an orgasm. If, of course, he is successful.

The teaching method: he must complete this quarter's showcase without getting distracted by the magic making him increasingly aroused the longer the ritual goes on, until his t-dick is fully erect and his hole is dripping so much it's sliding past the sides of his chastity belt and down his thighs.

It's a delicate ritual, one that means if he gets distracted and tries to reach down and rub himself--where he would, of course, be stopped by the hard shield of the chastity belt--or even if he starts humping the air to try fruitlessly to find some relief, the ritual will fail.

But Rel is determined to succeed.

It's been three months since he was last able to earn an orgasm, and he doesn't want to wait another three before having one.

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The real trick of Jeanine's powers is that she can train Holly without being anywhere near her.

It doesn't take hypnotic suggestions or proximity or line of sight or touch. It doesn't even take Jeanine actively knowing what Holly is doing at a specific time.

All she needs to do is establish a set of conditions and responses and keep a thin thread of magic open, and it just runs itself.

The best thing is that this lets her use pleasure just as much as a punishment as as a reward. Doing what she's supposed to gets Holly a little magical rub to the clit or a burst of pleasure--but misbehaving might get her long bold licks to her clit out in public, over and over until it's all she can do to keep everyone and their mother from seeing her cum all over herself.

Other times, punishment might feel like a spanking--one that comes without warning.

Holly gets trained up quickly, but Jeanine that thread of magic open because it can't help to reinforce what she's learned.

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There's a punishment for cheating baked into their marriage contract.

It's a bit old-fashioned, but Crystal insists on it as a way to prove to Bethany that she won't cheat. She probably only does it because she thinks it won't work, because she does cheat, barely a year into their marriage.

Any change from the punishment is cumulative; it doesn't reset itself every time.

Which is why Crystal's nipples are now so sensitive that she can't bear to wear a bra and can hardly wear a shirt, made more and more sensitive every time she went out and fucked someone else until just brushing against them is enough to nearly make her cum.

The punishment can be reversed as part of a divorce, if Bethany agrees to it, but she's not sure why she would do that when she can have so much fun with them.

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Hi ma'am, long-time reader first time requester. Would it be ok to ask for something a sub dealing with chronic pain or a flare up (eg old injury, migraine, etc) and the dom being a little nicer than their usual dynamic as a result? Doesn't need to be nice in the sense of easy orgasm but maybe it's gentle edging instead of harsh ones, or the dom stretching her sub so they don't hurt themselves, or keeping themselves plugged can be done lying in bed instead of while doing chores, or there's more aftercare. Pretty much anything that lets the sub be good without hurting themself in the process.

"Shh."

"I'm sorry--"

"Hush," Mila says kindly, easing Bel's leg so it's lying flat. Bel whimpers, as much from relief as from pain, and Mila slides a hand over their knee, checking gently. "It's not dislocated."

"Sorry," Bel breathes. "I shouldn't have--"

"If you're going to tell me you shouldn't have safeworded just because your leg was in agony but not dislocated, I'm going to turn you over my knee next time."

"I wanted to cum," Bel pouts.

"And I want you to be able to walk tomorrow," Mila says. "And my word goes."

Bel smiles. "Yes, ma'am." She winces. "Can you grab my meds? Just the pain meds, I don't need the other stuff right now."

"Of course." Mila leans up to brush a kiss to Bel's lips. "You're also going to drink an entire bottle of electrolytes, and if you behave then maybe I'll let you cum."

"Thank you, ma'am." Bel tried to shift her leg, then freezes. "Nope. Ow. Not enjoying that."

"I'll be back in a minute," Mila tells her. "And getting up doesn't count as behaving, love, so don't even think about it."

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"I want you to tell me what happened."

Len squirms on Mal's lap, face burning a little with embarrassment. "You already know what happened," she mumbles, pressing her face down into the pillows so Mal can't see how much she's blushing. If Mal didn't know what happened, Len wouldn't be here.

But Mal tilts Len's face to the side so Len has to look at her, even as Mal's other hand keeps Len's ass solidly sticking up from where she's draped over Mal's lap. "I want to know in your own words, Lenny."

Len bites her lip, then says, "Look, Mal, it's not that big a deal."

That gets her a spank, just like that, and she twitches. "You wouldn't be here otherwise," Mal reminds her.

"I just got kind of drunk," Len mumbles.

"And?"

"And I started grinding on some woman in a club."

"And?"

"And I humped her thigh until I came all over it like a slut."

"That's right," Mal says. "And look, Len, I know you're a grown woman, but you have shown, time and again, a propensity for bad decisions, and this is just another in the long line of them. I'm just doing what any good friend would do and helping keep you in line until you learn how to make better decisions."

"I know," Len mumbles. "I don't mean to make bad decisions."

"I know you don't," Mal says sympathetically. "That's why it will only be fifteen today." Her hand slips between Len's legs to find her leaking cunt. She tsks. "But you'll need to spend the day wearing the plug, too."

She slips the plug--short but fat--into Len's cunt, and Len moans at the stretch and then moans again as the plug jolts with Mal's hand lands on her ass.

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Jen has to admit that she's not expecting to walk in on her ex-wife fucking her new wife.

Cal doesn't even stop what she's doing when Jen walks in, just looks up from where she's pistoning her strap in and out of Belle's cunt and says, "I see why you picked her. Just a true slut through and through, once you get to the core of her."

Given that Belle is currently bent over the arm of their couch, eyes empty and mouth slack while she's fucked by someone who isn't her wife, Jen can't really disagree.

Instead, she says, "I always have liked them dumb and horny."

Cal grins at her, hips snapping forward to get a low whine from Belle. "It's why we didn't work out."

"That is true." Jen walks over to Belle, sliding three fingers into Belle's mouth. Belle sucks on them automatically, sloppy and wet. "She has a clever mouth, though, once you put it to good use."

"Does she? I'll have to try that next."

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Shade doesn't plan to be a supervillain. Unfortunately, Captain Bright has decided that she is and, not wanting to be thrown away in some supervillain jail, Shade...

Well, it's not really supervillainy if it's only against one person, she figures.

And besides, Captain Bright broke into her house. It's practically self-defense.

She grows Captain Bright's tits about seven sizes while the good Captain is monologuing at her, then shifts Captain Bright's muscles and joints and all just a bit so it's much more comfortable for the Captain to be on their hands and knees, tits spilling out of their costume to brush against the floor.

Then she increases Captain Bright's saliva production and slackens their jaw just a little--not so much that it keeps them from swallowing, but enough that their words start to slur just a little and drool starts running down their chin.

At this point Captain Bright tries to use their powers to stop Shade, but their powers require clear pronunciation and/or hand motions, and with slurred words and hands being used to keep them upright, all they manage to do is glow a bit.

Captain Bright's clit is already bigger than average, so she just makes it swollen, like a nice erect little cock for Captain Bright to fuck the air with.

"I wonder if other superheroes will come to rescue you," Shade muses as she finally walks over to the superhero in her hallway. "Maybe I could make my own little menagerie, with you as my first pet. I'll give you your own little pillow to hump and everything. Doesn't that sound much better than whatever nonsense you were going on about trying to defeat me?"

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A lot of hypnokink is about making someone lose their shame, and while I think that can be fun, what I find more interesting is the idea of building someone's shame, or their embarrassment, or their humiliation.

Making them always be embarrassed by how wet they are and making the embarrassment make them wetter, or taking away their control but not their inhibitions, so they keep trying to stop themselves but can't.

Reminding them that all they need to do to behave and be good is not touch themselves, while they have no choice but to touch, or conditioning them to do something and then teasing them for it.

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How do you feel about hypnotically induced maid service?

The maid service comes highly recommended by every one of Ella's friends who has used them, which is good, because her house is fucking huge, and it's not like she's going to clean it herself.

The stupid electronic contract signature website keeps glitching out on her, but eventually she manages to get the contract signed, and then she schedules a time for them to come on a probationary basis, just to see how they do.

She'll stay, she decides, to make sure they do a good job, and to make sure no sticky fingers take any of her stuff.

The woman who comes to her door is pretty, she thinks, in a classic black-and-white maid's outfit, and Ella is glad she isn't married yet because she thinks this is the sort of woman who would fall in bed with a rich husband in the hopes of stealing him away.

Ella brings her into the house and gives her a quick tour, and at the end of it the woman says, "This should be no problem at all," and hands Ella a vibrator, and Ella...

Takes it.

And slips it into her panties.

And the woman smiles, and the vibrator starts vibrating, and the woman says, "Why don't you start today with just dusting, and if you do a good job, I'll let you cum. And remember: anything you make a mess of humping you need to lick clean, okay?"

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would you write about a fdom trying to break a fsub’s mind w ruined orgasms, because she was too needy?

Melli doesn't know the last time she had a real orgasm.

She hasn't been able to examine its inner workings, but the whole thing is automated--a state-of-the-art fucking-machine-meets-chastity-belt with a combination of a vibrator and a clit sucker and a dildo that work in perfect harmony to bring her right to the edge--and then ruin every single orgasm.

For weeks? Or months?

It's hard to get a clear enough handle on the time--it's hard to get a clear enough handle on most things--to remember when she came last, really came, when Joyce said, "I think you care a little too much about cumming," and made it so Melli couldn't cum at all, not for real.

And she knows she's being trained like this. She knows that two ruined orgasms a day--one in the morning and one at night--is the standard, and any more than that is a punishment, a reminder not to do whatever it is that she's doing that Joyce doesn't like.

And she hardly begs for orgasms anymore, because Joyce will smile and give her another ruined one and make her thank Joyce for giving it to her.

She knows.

But still, desperately, she wants to cum.

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Ellen knows it's wrong, but that doesn't stop her from hiring the hypnotist. Becky has been a huge bitch and a tremendous nightmare to work with ever since she was brought in from their sister office to "boost efficiency," and now she's being promoted, and Ellen just...can't.

A week after Ellen hires the hypnotist, Becky calls her into a meeting in her shiny new office, has Ellen close the door, and then says, "I've been rubbing my clitty all day, and I still can't manage to cum."

"I'm not sure what you expect me to do about it," Ellen tells her, even though she knows--assuming the hypnotist did their job--that Becky will need Ellen's permission to cum. "And that hardly sounds like professional workplace talk, Becky ."

Becky is big on professional workplace talk.

Becky squirms in her seat. "I'm making an exception," she says, in what's clearly an attempt at maintaining a professional tone. "I just need to cum, and then I'll be able to focus again."

"I thought we didn't make exceptions," Ellen reminds her. "Anyway, focus is an individual's responsibility, right?" She stands and smiles at Becky, who is visibly rolling her hips like she's trying to get some friction on her clit. Ellen gives her a minute, max, before her hand is back down her panties. "I'm glad you've taught me these professional standards, Becky. They're important to maintaining an efficient workplace, are they not?"

A minute was generous, Ellen thinks--Becky's hands are back under her panties before Ellen is even out the door.

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Within days, Becky is canceling meetings and holing up in her office, no doubt edging herself to uselessness without Ellen's permission to cum. Ellen cancels the next meeting Becky puts on her calendar, and the one after that, and then she suggests that Becky meet her in Ellen's much smaller office instead.

It's the sort of thing Becky would normally refuse on principle, but five minutes before their scheduled time Ellen has a knock on her door.

She makes Becky wait, on principle.

Just at the time the meeting is scheduled to start, she walks over to let Becky in, enjoying her embarrassed flush at having to stand outside Ellen's door for those full five minutes because she's so desperate.

Ellen takes a seat behind her desk, then asks, "What can I do for you today, Becky?"

"I just need to cum," Becky moans. "I can't think, I can't work, I can't do anything but rub my puffy red clitty and try to cum."

"And why should I help you?" Ellen asks.

"I'll do anything." Becky's hand slides down her pants, and Ellen can see the outline of her hand start rubbing. "Anything."

"Then quit," Ellen tells her. "Once you no longer work here, you can cum all you want."

"Okay," Becky sobs.

"Now get out of my office. I have work to do."

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can u write something with edging and hypno? I love your work!

"Every time you edge," Kell says, "you go a little bit deeper, until you finally cum and wake."

It doesn't take Maris long to get to this latest edge, because they've been at this for a while, long enough that she's little more than a drooling mess. But still Kell likes to think that she sees Maris's eyes go just that little bit emptier as she whimpers through another edge.

"That's a good girl," Kell tells her, stroking Maris's hair with the hand not playing with Maris's swollen nipples. "That's a very good girl. And every time you edge, you go a little bit deeper, until you finally cum and wake."

Kell isn't worried that Maris will cum as her hand goes back to rubbing her puffy clit. She hasn't cum without Kell's direct instruction in months, which means that she will be like this until Kell wakes her.

Sometimes she films Maris's face during this, so she can show Maris afterwards just how deep she drops, which gets Maris all turned on and ready to edge again.

"What a good girl I have," Kell coos. "Edging herself deeper and deeper for me until there's nothing in her head but what I put there."

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Absolutely feral about your work!

If you're open, could you do some aphrodisiac/drug + denial? Maybe some hypno femdom stuff sprinkled in?

Love your work and thank you for posting either way!

"Your body is so heavy," Mell says, and Jess goes even limper on the couch. "You can't imagine moving a single muscle, because every single one of them weighs more than you can lift with your entire body."

Jess is in her normal street clothes, a button down shirt over a plain bra and then a skirt that's riding up around her spread legs so Mell can just see Jess's white cotton panties.

Her mouth is slightly open, and Mell slips a tablet underneath her tongue and says, "Don't swallow unless you have to."

The tablet is an experimental arousal drug, one that makes the user increasingly needy until they have cum or until it has worked its way out of the user's system hours later.

Which is too bad for Jess, because she isn't going to get to cum tonight.

Within minutes, Mell can see a wet spot of arousal starting to spread across the crotch of Jess's panties, and she reminds her, "Your body is so heavy, like it has turned into stone."

Jess whimpers a little, deep in her throat.

Mell smiles. "Is there something you need, Jessie? Is there something you wish you could do if you could only move? I bet you would shove your hand down your panties, wouldn't you, like a desperate little slut, and rub until you're cumming all over yourself."

She watches the wet spot continue to spread on Jess's panties.

"Just think about how good it would feel if you could just touch yourself," Mell tells her. "You know just how to get yourself off, and you could do it so fast. Just a little bit of rubbing and all of this need would be satisfied.

"But your body is just too heavy to do that, isn't it? So you're just going to have to sit there and need."

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As an fyi because this isn't explicit in my ask guidance: I generally don't write forcefemme/forcemasc. I tend to bucket in with orientation play in terms of my things I generally won't write, in part because I'm really not confident most of the time that I can write it in a way that isn't transphobic.

This is not to say I will never write it (and obviously I've answered at least one forcemasc-adjacent ask) but the likelihood is usually pretty low.

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Can I wish for a story where multiple people edge a girl. no penetration. To make her submit. And the edging goes on over years in her workplace? PLSSS

It's slow, at first. Gradual.

A touch from one person, a brush from another. A hand in a slightly awkward place in a too-tight elevator, with no apology.

And she's arrogant. Top of her class from a top-tier university, and she wants everyone to know it. And beautiful, too. She's used to people wanting her.

The first time someone slides their hand between her legs to cup her pussy, she half-thinks she's imagining it, because nobody around her bats an eye.

But then soon people are tugging down her panties or grinding their thigh between her legs or pinching her nipples, and then one day--

One day when she's washing her hands in the bathroom someone walks up behind her, presses a vibrator up against her panties, and turns it on.

They don't let her cum. They never let her cum, not when they play with her nipples or put a vibrator into her panties or rub her clit until it's throbbing.

The only time she ever tries to touch herself at work, she gets written up by HR for inappropriate behavior.

And she can make herself cum at night, but most of the time it only serves to make her even more sensitive during the day.

So she learns the rules. When she behaves, the days are lighter. They will keep her at a constant state of arousal, but it's fewer hard edges, less time being brought to the edge over and over and over until she thinks she'll lose her mind.

So she behaves, when she can.