I'm Skye and whenever I am on tumblr I am usually touching myself. I regularly scroll through my blog to get off and I love reading replies and comments on my posts.
I do not send pictures, don't ask I will block you. If I send one it's because I got real drunk and/or high so just say thank you and don't expect more.
Highest quality sheets over a luxury California king mattress nestled in a custom bed frame. Beautiful, dreamy curtains decorating gorgeous bay windows that I know she loves. Quirky little touches here and there, a vintage lamp, a cedar wood drawer set, all chosen meticulously to match her style and preference.
It was only missing one final touch. Her.
And now she’s finally here.
She’s finally mine.
The thought thrums through my veins like a drug, soothing every ragged edge of my obsession.
She tied delicately to the bed, wrists bound in silk scarves (no rough rope for my darling, never for her), her breath coming in shaky little gasps. Her eyes are wide, glistening with tears, but I know she’ll understand soon. I’ll make her understand.
"Shhh, sweetheart," I murmur, stroking her cheek. She flinches, but I don’t mind. She just needs time. "I’ve waited so long for this. You have no idea. But you’re finally here, finally mine. You have no idea how good I’m going to make you feel."
Her breathing is quick, panicked. “Stop, please—”
I grin, trailing a fingertip down her bare arm. Her skin prickles under my touch, and I shiver at the reaction. “Shh, sweetheart. I’ve got you now. You don’t have to be scared.”
She whimpers, twisting her hips, trying to pull away, even though the restraints won’t let her. It’s adorable. She’s so alive, so reactive, so present.
I lean in, pressing my lips to the delicate skin of her throat and I hum against her, satisfied. “You smell so good,” I murmur, dragging my teeth lightly over her pulse. “Like home.”
She’s perfect. Every slope, every curve—memorized in my mind a thousand times, now finally under my hands.
Her breath hitches when my hand slides down, fingertips brushing over her ribs. I know she’s ticklish here, I’ve seen her laugh when her friends accidentally graze her side. But right now, she’s not laughing. She’s trembling.
“Please, stop—”
I don’t. Instead, I press my palm flat against her stomach, feeling the rapid rise and fall of it. “You’re so soft,” I whisper, sliding my hand higher, cupping the swell of her breast. She whines, arching, whether to escape or press into my touch, I’m not sure.
But I don’t care.
She gasps when my fingers finally, finally brush over her bare nipple. “See?” I murmur, circling the stiff peak lazily. “You like this. You’re getting wet for me already, don’t lie, darling. I can smell it.”
She shakes her head, but her body betrays her. I pinch lightly, just to hear her breath catch again, and then trail my fingers down.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers when I find her clit. I know how sensitive she is. I’ve watched her touch herself before, seen the way she bites her lip to keep quiet.
"There we go… that’s it. Just like that." Her clit is swollen already, so pretty, and when I flick it lightly, her back arches off the bed with a sob.
"Ah-ah, none of that," I chide, pinning her hips down. "You’re going to take it. You’re going to come for me, over and over, until you forget you ever resisted."
I rub faster, my fingers finding the perfect rhythm against her throbbing flesh. She moans, high and desperate, and I grin. "See? Your body adores me. It’s begging."
My thumb presses down in slow circles, relentless, and her legs jerk, trying to close, but I’m between them, holding her open. "No hiding, princess. I want to watch you fall apart."
I dip my fingers lower, gathering her slickness before dragging it back up, coating her clit in her own arousal. She shudders, her breath coming in short, desperate pants. I watch her face, how her lips part, how her lashes flutter. She’s fighting it. She doesn’t want to enjoy this. But I can see the truth in the way her thighs tremble, in the way her clit pulses under my touch.
Her breath catches, her back arching off the bed. "P-Please—" she gasps, and her desperate, ruined voice sends a thrill through me.
"Please what, my love?" I murmur, leaning in to lick a stripe up her neck. "Tell me. Do you want me to stop? Or do you want more?"
She doesn’t answer, biting her lip, but her body does, her hips rocking against my hand, chasing the pleasure she can’t resist. I chuckle darkly, increasing the pressure, rubbing faster now, relentless. "That’s it," I breathe. "Let go. I want to feel you come for me."
She sobs, her whole body tensing, and then she shatters. Her clit throbs under my fingers as she arches, her thighs trembling around my hand as waves of pleasure wrack her body. I don’t stop, dragging out every last pulse of her orgasm, whispering praise into her ear like a prayer.
When she finally collapses, limp and shuddering, I press a kiss to her forehead, stroking her hair.
"Oh, sweet thing," I sigh, watching her chest rise and fall in frantic little hiccups as she comes down from her first climax. "That was just a taste. You’ve never felt anything like me, have you? No one’s ever worshipped you like this."
My fingers glide through her slick, gathering it up, painting it back over her swollen clit. She whines, thighs trembling, but I don’t stop. Not when she’s this perfect. "Shh, don’t fight it. You’re beautiful like this, so wet, so desperate. I can feel how tight you are, how much your body aches for more."
I press two fingers inside her, crooking them just so, and her back arches off the bed with a sharp cry. "There it is," I murmur, kissing her trembling stomach. "That sweet spot no one else ever found. Bet you didn’t even know you could feel this good, did you?"
Her hips jerk, trying to escape the overwhelming pressure, but I hold her down, my thumb resuming its slow, torturous circles on her clit. "No, no, you don’t get to run. You’re going to take every second of this. Look at me."
Tears spill down her cheeks, but her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted in a silent plea. "That’s right," I croon. "See? You want this. Maybe your mind hasn’t caught up yet, but your body, fuck, your body belongs to me."
I scissor my fingers, stretching her, relishing the way her walls flutter around me. "You’re so small here," I tease. "So tight and untouched. No one’s ever filled you up like this, have they? No one’s ever ruined you so perfectly."
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as I curl my fingers again, rubbing that spot inside her with merciless precision. "You’re going to squirt for me, princess. I can feel it, your body’s so close, just dripping for me."
She shakes her head, a weak sob escaping her, but I laugh, low and dark. "Yes, you are. You can’t stop it. I’ll make you do it over and over until you beg for it."
I press harder, faster, my thumb a relentless counterpoint to the thrust of my fingers. "Come on, darling, let go."
Her scream rings out as her hips buck, her body seizing. A rush of warmth floods my hand, her thighs trembling violently as she soaks the sheets beneath her. "Good girl," I breathe, watching in awe. "Look at you, fuck, you’re perfect. No one’s ever made you feel like this, have they? No one but me."
She’s limp now, boneless and dazed, but I don’t stop.
Her body is still shuddering from squirting when I press my palm flat against her soaked cunt, applying just enough pressure to make her whimper. "Aw, so sensitive," I coo, watching her hips twitch away instinctively. "But we've only just begun, pretty girl. You have no idea how much more pleasure I can pull from this perfect little body."
The first drag of my tongue along her swollen folds makes her gasp, a high, startled sound that turns into a moan halfway through. I savor it, the way her thighs tense but can't close, the way her fingers clutch uselessly at the silk restraints. "Mmm, you taste divine," I murmur against her, breathing her in. "All mine. Every drop."
I don't give her time to adjust. My tongue flicks over her clit in quick, relentless circles, and her back arches off the bed with a broken cry. "There we go," I purr, slipping two fingers back inside her with obscene ease. "Your body wants this. Look how easily you take me."
She's so tight, so hot, clenching around me like she's trying to pull me deeper. I chuckle, curling my fingers just right.
Her breath hitches, her thighs trembling as I speed up, my tongue never leaving her clit. "Come on, sweet girl, give it to me," I urge, my free hand pinning her hips down. "I want to feel you lose control again."
And she does.
Her orgasm crashes into her with a sob, her entire body seizing, her cunt fluttering around my fingers in the most beautiful rhythm. But I don't stop.
"Sh, shh," I soothe, even as my tongue laps at her oversensitive clit, even as my fingers continue to pump into her, dragging out every last shuddering wave. "It's okay, baby, just feel it."
She's crying, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but her hips are still rocking weakly against my mouth, chasing the pleasure even as it borders on pain. "That's it," I praise, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "You're made for this. Made for me."
I slide a third finger into her, stretching her even further, and her breath stutters, her eyes rolling back. "You can take it," I murmur, watching her face intently. "I know you can. You're so good for me."
Her next climax hits her like a train, her whole body jerking, a strangled scream tearing from her throat as she squirts again, soaking my hand, the sheets, everything. "Fuck, look at you," I groan, fascinated. "So messy. So perfect."
I lean down, licking a stripe up her trembling stomach, tasting salt and sweat and her. "You're ruined now," I whisper against her skin. "No one will ever make you feel like this but me."
She’s perfect like this.
Boneless, whimpering, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of what I gave her. Her skin is flushed, her lashes damp with tears, her lips parted in exhausted little gasps. I stroke her cheek, humming softly as I untie the silk scarves from her wrists, rubbing the faint pink marks with my thumbs.
"There we go," I murmur, pressing a kiss to each wrist. "See how good I take care of you? No one else would be this gentle."
She shivers when I lift her into my arms, her head lolling against my shoulder. I carry her to the bathroom—our bathroom, the one I designed just for her, with the deep soaking tub and the lavender-scented oils she loves. I turn on the hot water and let her go limp into my arms while the tub fills.
"Let’s get you cleaned up, hm?" I lower her into the water, my hands skimming over her hips, her waist, her chest, washing away the sweat and slick with a soft cloth. She tenses when my fingers brush between her thighs, still oversensitive, but I just chuckle, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Shh, I’m not going to tease you again."
I massage the shampoo into her hair, working out the knots with careful fingers, my voice low and soothing. "You did so well for me. Took everything I gave you. You’re mine now, you know that, right?"
She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t need to. I already know.
After the bath, I wrap her in a towel, drying her off with slow, deliberate strokes before slipping one of my shirts over her head, oversized, smelling like me, like us. I carry her back to the bed. Fresh sheets. Fresh blankets. A glass of water with a straw, held to her lips until she drinks.
"I’ll cook for you soon," I whisper, tucking her under the covers, brushing her hair from her face. "Your favorite meal. And then, when you’re ready, I’ll make you feel good again."
She whimpers, curling into herself, but I just smile, stroking her back in slow circles.
"Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll always take care of you."
Your husband sat you down with a tablet with a lot of tabs open. "You told me that you wanted to be molded into my perfect woman. So I will do exactly that. But I want you to understand why I want each change."
His hand cupping your cheek. "I know you want to be a good girl. And I know that not knowing what is expected of you, gives you anexity. I don't want you filling your silly little head with worries like that. So I am going to make sure you know exactly what my expectations are. And before each change we will review it."
"So pull up your dress and get your hands in your panties. I know how me mansplaning gets you wet. That is something I want to encourage. I enjoy knowing I can make you wet with my words."
You looked nervous, but you laughed it off. I don't suppose you knew what you were getting into. Most of My victims don't, after all. You probably didn't think you could be brainwashed into something so serious, so real. This was only our second date, and I was fairly certain you'd want a third but I wasn't about to take chances.
I smiled knowingly, you smiled unknowingly, I walked towards you, and I think you just wanted to see what would happen when you let Me put the soft, heavy headphones on your head.
I don't think you expected the complex warbling sounds and low-frequency tones to hit you so hard, but I got to literally watch your eyes glaze over as you gently stopped thinking altogether. Once again I'd timed it perfectly with the sedative I'd slipped in your drink earlier.
By the time in the track that My Voice started up, you were already drooling on yourself. You let Me lead you into the hidden room, sit you down in front of the huge, twisting, swirling spiral, and hook up all the monitors, sensors and other devices. I started the IV and you didn't even flinch.
It'll be a few hours before you're ready for the next phase, but I always love to savor this part.
The cool spring breeze rustles the leaves in the tree, creating a serene kind of music for the moment. Tucking a strand of my hair that was blown loose back into its place, my eyes focus on the words in front of me. A bored sigh sounds from next to me as I turn a page in my book. "Kitten," he seems to whine against my shoulder, his fingers sliding under my dress and resting on my inner thigh.
"No," comes my soft reply, "we're in public, someone could walk by, and I'm reading."
"Just really quick, no one will know," he whispers, kissing down my neck and lingering on my shoulder as he gently bites down. My frustration bleeds through for a bit, unable to focus on the story before me, and I shrug him off. His sharp intake of breath drags me out of my reverie and it's only then do I realize just how bad I fucked up.
Quickly shutting my book, I turn to reason with him, but he's already rising to his feet. "H-hold on a sec-" I begin just as his hand rips into my hair, tangling there as he drags me closer to the tree we've been laying underneath.
It isn't until I'm dangling from one of the low-hanging branches, tied up and looking at him absolutely terrified that he takes a moment to pause. "Aw, is the kitten remembering her place now?" he mocks, clearly still angry.
"I'm sorry, sir, I just wanted to read, I wasn't thinking. What if someone sees?" panic begins to bleed into my voice.
"Then they'll see what happens to disobedient brats," he murmurs, wrapping my legs around his waist to stop me from dangling, "The issue was not you saying no, kitten, it was the fact you pushed me away."
For a moment, he looks wounded with big puppy dog eyes he turns up at me with his head nestled between my breasts. For a moment, I consider apologizing, but every thought leaves my head as he abruptly plunges every inch of him deep inside. As my mouth opens to scream in surprise, his hand clamps over it roughly. One arm remains fastened tightly around my waist as he uses it to fuck me onto his cock.
Dangling from the tree, I am nothing more than a fuckdoll for him to use with as he pleases, punishing me for my earlier negligence. "See," he groans, becoming rougher with each thrust, almost frenzied, "you're my fucking slut, a whore to be used by me whenever I want. You can say no, you can fight it, but it's really all up to me."
Incoherent mumblings fall from my mouth, but they remain lost in his hand as my eyes roll back in my head, lost in the thrill of the moment. Every movement pushes me full force onto his cock, the thick veins on his shaft rubbing my gummy walls as they cling to him eagerly. For a moment, I forget where we are, lost in the pleasure as he uses me. My only thought is how good it feels to be filled by him.
"Fuck, shit," he groans, biting at one of my tits, sucking and leaving a mark as he pulls me down as far as I can go. My legs wrap tighter around him as I lose it, my whole body trembling in the viciousness of the moment as I come undone around his cock. He quickly follows, holding me to him as he pumps me full, continuing his assault on my chest to ensure I'm well-marked for my earlier disobedience.
With a satisfied sigh, he cuts me free and my arms fall around him limply as he cradles me to him, still seated deep inside me. "Such a good girl," he murmurs into my neck as he carries me back to our blanket, back to my book, "you can go back to reading now."
I want you and your friends to grab me at a party and drag me upstairs. They say they'll hold me down while you go first since you're the biggest. When I see your cock, I start trying desperately to break free, crying that it's too big, it'll tear me apart.
One of your buddies puts my head in his lap, stroking my hair.
"You can do it, little one," he says. Then he laughs. "You don't have a choice."
They shove my legs apart, the one holding my head still cooing both praise and degradation. You line yourself up and jam into me. I scream, and your friend keeps talking to me as you rail my tiny little body.
"You look so pretty with him inside you. God, you look like a whore. I told you we'd make him fit. Is he stretching you out?"
I nod, and you fuck me harder, shoving yourself all the way in, violating me.
"Good girl, that's it. Take him like the whore you are."
A moan escapes my lips.
"Sing for him, babygirl. Tell him how good he feels."
I do, babbling praises and degrading myself for you.
"That's it babygirl," your friend says. "Get comfortable. I think after this we'll take you downstairs and let everyone see. Maybe they'll even want a turn."
Brother who loves to buy me gifts. One day he's in a sex store and finds a remote control vibrator. The idea of watching me squirm makes his cock begin to harden, so he buys it.
I don't know what it is, but he always buys the best gifts. He tells me that before I can use it, we have to make sure I'm ready.
His hands find my chest, groping my tits roughly. He presses his lips to my neck and his hand goes into my panties, rubbing my cunt and feeling how wet I am.
"Good girl," he tells me. "So wet and ready for me."
The words are unfamiliar, but something about the way he says them makes me tense, my pussy growing wetter by the second. He sits me down, and I press my legs together, trying to get some relief.
His hands land on my legs, and he pushes them apart, murmuring, "Spread those pretty legs open for me, baby girl."
The toy slides in easily, and then he pulls his hand out, taps my cunt, and stands up. I look at him, confused, but he doesn't say anything. Just walks away. I leave it in, because of course I do. I trust him.
Later, he's in the living room with his friends when I come downstairs to get a drink. He calls me into the room, and has me sit on the couch next to one of his buddies.
The toy inside me flares to life, and I jolt. A strangled cry makes it past my lips, and I hear him groan.
"God, just look at her," one of his friends says.
My brother's hands are palming over the front of his pants as he turns the toy up. The friend I'm next to reaches over, ripping my shirt off of me so he can play with my tits.
"Panties too," another calls. "Let me see her cunt."
I open my mouth to protest, but I'm cut off by a burst from the toy, and I can't do anything but whimper and whine as I'm stripped bare.
My brother has his cock out now, running his hand up and down the length, eyes locked on the toy in my pussy.
"Fuck yeah, little girl," one of my brothers friends mutters. "God you look like a slut like this."
At this, my brother stands, and his friend leaves the couch next to me. A rough hand finds my pussy, ripping the toy from it and replacing it with fingers.
Then the fingers are gone, and something else is ghosting over my empty hole.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby girl," my brother groans, jamming his cock deep inside me. "And then all my friends will get a turn."
I love that porn has broken me and made me want to be raped by several people and want objects of all sizes to be fucked into all my holes and want people to do horrible degrading things to me. I can't cum without thinking about strangers molesting me and my friends forcing their thick cocks into me only to fill me with their piss.
Really been into the idea of being "chain" assaulted.
I get raped/assaulted, stumble home and tell my roommate/friend and they hug me close, let me cry but then I feel their hand in my pants, pushing their fingers into my aching cunt, I try to struggle but they hold me tight. "Let it happen." They finger me asking if this is how it felt when I was assaulted until I cum on their fingers. They praise me for being so good for them.
They take me to the hospital to get a 'rape kit' done, the nurse takes me to a private room, bends me over and spreads my lips, taking photos while asking me what happened. I feel their mouth on me, sucking my clit and forcing me to cum on their face while I sob and beg them to stop.
They get a doctor to come in, get me on the exam table and feet in stirrups. The nurse holds me by the shoulders while the doctor holds my hips or thighs and fucks me hard and deep. I sob and scream as I get raped again, the doctor pumping another load into my cunt. After he's filled me up he fingers my clit until I cum, forcing my cunt to suck his load into my womb.
They let me go and my friend strokes my hair as they suggest we go to the cops now that the rape kit is done. I shake my head, I don't want to, too much has happened. They suggest going home and having the cops come to us. I finally agree and two big, buff cops show up, I'm scared by my friend tell me it's gonna be okay.
The cops listen to my story and then grin, the first one grabs me and drags me down to my bedroom, he pushes me onto the bed and pulls my pants down. He shoves his baton into my cunt making me scream, he fucks me with it until I'm begging him to stop. He pulls his cock out and says if I want him to stop with the baton he'll just use this. I can hear moaning from the living room and realize my friend and the other cop are fucking.
The first cop leaves after he's pumped a load or two into me and his partner shows up, stroking himself back to hardness. I'm too exhausted to fight but he wants a fight so he flips me over, thrusts into my cunt just enough to wet his dick before forcing it into my ass. I howl and scream but he holds me down and rails me hard.
When they're done my friend comes lets them out and comes to my room smirking at me. "This is what you wanted." They say, showing me a post from a blog I didn't know they knew I had. They push my legs open and kneel down. "Let me reward you for being so good today."
I moan helplessly as they eat me out, making me cum over and over until I can barely move. They pat my head, "Rest up, I have friends coming by tomorrow they're gonna love destroying your holes even more."
I want to get you so drunk that I can take all your clothes off in front of my friends. They can watch as I undress and tell you it's okay, that I'm gonna take care of you. All the while my perverted friends are watching me as I stretch you open on my fingers for them. One by one they all get to fuck you. Each one taking as long as they want with your cunt. Filling you up with insane amounts of cum because that's what you need, and I know what's best for you. But don't worry baby I'll record it for you cuz I know you won't remember any of this tomorrow anyway. <3.
Need daddy to slowly train my ass. Use a finger, then add another, a small plug, a slightly bigger plug, before he forces me to wear the biggest plug in my asshole all day even when I go out, so that my ass is always gaping and ready for him to fuck, cum in or piss in. Get it so that he can stick random objects from the house in my ass, so he can fist my ass. Force me to only cum from having my asshole fucked.
Really into the idea of being drugged and brought to a party or other public area to be used like a cum dump. Like please grope me, kiss me, bite me, fuck me hard and pump me full of cum~ tally off how many people use me so in the morning when I wake up with a throbbing headache I can see just how many people enjoyed me
The best part about this is that you know that tons of people at the party took pictures and videos of you and that you have no control over where those go and who sees them.
oh fuck i just wanna be drugged in every way possible. slip something in my drink to calm me down, shove whatever libido raising drug down my throat, make me inhale whatever you want to relax my holes and make me go limp, maybe even overdose me a little so i’m reaaaaal fuckin horny and pliant. then tell me none of this is real as you force your strap into me or make me eat your pussy out.
bf that forces me to try every kind of drug and molest me and abuse me every time when i cant fight back to see which one makes me weaker and easier to take advantage of me
