the promised cunt slapping 💫 this made me soo much more sensitive and noisy than i thought it would.. hope nobody takes advantage of that and tortures me 🤭😵💫
There’s something really uniquely humiliating about fucking someone’s face with your fingers. There’s no element of vulnerability or selfish pleasure. It’s entirely about watching some wide eyed whore choke, gag and drool all over themselves.
It’s just so fun to get a pretty fucktoy down on their knees, as you tell them to be good and open wide. Forcing fingers down their throat and making them put on a little show of sucking on them while you get to watch. Feeling them desperately tongue at your hand in an effort to please you. Seeing the dumb fucked out expression on their face as you push deeper. It’s real hard to keep your composure when you can barely breath. And the faces whores make when they’re struggling not to gag are so gross and pathetic it’s just adorable.
Now a well trained toy will suffer though just about anything to hear a bit of praise. Even when they’re gaging they’ll still try to force your fingers deeper and put on a nice display, all so they can hear that sweet good girl/boy/ whatever other name gets them off between rounds of mocking insults. A condescending “Awwww” as they’re choking on you works well too. They’re just lucky that any part of you is inside their mouth, which is why it’s important to make them thank you over and over between breaths.
If they’re a more stubborn plaything, all you need to do is tie them up and get a nice, firm ring gag in their mouth. Then you can administer as much training as you want and all they can do is pathetically drool all over while whining garbled complaints or pleas. Its really a great tool for humiliating cute little sluts, especially the mouthy ones.
First of all they can’t speak so backtalk isn’t a privilege they’re afforded anymore. Secondly the desperation that comes from the feeling of not being able to breath and the intense involuntary response of gagging basically guarantees you’re gonna see some completely humiliating reactions. Watching their eyes rollback as your fingers start curving down their throat, watching them struggle to take it as they start choking and then seeing their exhausted face, covered in drool as they try to catch their breath. It’s such a pathetic sight.
Especially when you get to see how miserably fucking messy they are just from their throat being used. Then of course you get to finger that mess right back into their begging mouth. Long sessions of teasing just mean more cum for them to taste on your hand. And of course, if they ever want to actually get off, they’re gonna have to be ready to swallow for me. I just really need to finger someone while I’m using their throat with my other hand. I love toying with orally obsessed perverts.
Ohhh to be Ghost’s kidnapee and being referred to as exclusively his mutt. It’s even on your name tag, attached to the collar you tried very hard to be rid of at first- but a sharp correction and being shocked with the collar by the little electronic box attached set you straight.
Tags: pupplay, implied noncon, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome and noncon body modification but you like it cause you’re trans so it’s sick
Inspired by @rawme-price you little freak I am heavily enjoying kidnapper Simon
And once you realized he wasn’t going to murder you, life became.. nice. And you played the part- something you were too ashamed to do before, until Ghost took you in and made you the dog you were supposed to be.
Like now. Your ears perk up- shooting off of the huge bean bag Simon calls your dog bed and scurrying to the door when your Simon came through it. You pinned him against the door while he let out a grumble, ignoring his huffs while you furiously sniffed him. Bloodied, stained clothes- of course he’d been working at his butcher job, and you loved the smell of blood on him every day when he came home.
“You’re home- you’re home you’re home!! I missed you- I missed you, Simon- I missed you-“ you whine out, your sniffing becoming aggressive groping as you nip at his jaw- and whimper when the man scruffs you.
“Miss you too, buddy. Were you good?” he mumbles, cleft lip so cute that you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing him furiously. He moans under your excitement, groping at your own naked body against his clothed one- so cute, so sweet. He’d taken it upon himself to keep up with your t shots once you’d become his- and fuck, did he enjoy seeing the fruits of his labor.
You were hairier, thicker- and fuck, you were so horny. “So good- good good good, promise- promise I was good!” You moaned against him, and a sharp smack to your ass makes you squeal sharply. Fiddling with the tail plug, enjoying the way your butt wiggled and made the silicone tail wag with you. When you start trying to sink down- he stops you.
“Come on- please? Please? Puppy wants- I want your cock already! You promised- been waiting for you!” Your pleading and whining makes him smile down at you, enjoying the way your hands raked through his overgrown buzz cut.
“Y’ haven’t earned it yet, pup. If y’ want my cock, you know what you gotta do,” he mumbles out, kissing your forehead- then your cheeks, then your mouth gently. You let out a soft whimper, hiding your face in his huge palm as your cheeks burned.
“But-“ you start, falling silent when his stare hardens. You step away with burning cheeks, fingers tracing over the top surgery scars he’d done himself- you asked, and he made sure your cuts were perfect. Where that meat had gone- you didn’t know. Maybe he’d cooked it- it seemed like a Ghost thing to do.
Then, you slowly turn and get down on all fours- the sight making Ghost’s poor cock pulse against his thigh as he takes in your slick covered cunt. Fuck, it was slathered all over your thighs- even the butt plug was sticky. Your little cock looked engorged between your folds, throbbing and desperate for him as you lower your shoulders and face to the floor-
And present. Like the perfect puppy he shaped you to be.
“Please? Please? I’ve been good- you love me, don’t you? Simon- I love you Simon, please fuck me,” your warbled whines are like heaven in his ears, loud enough that he could pick up on every lovely note even with his shite hearing.
Ghost can’t help it, can’t help giving you what you want then as he shucks his bloody pants off, collapsing behind you to his knees so hard it rattled the floor. He tapped his already half hard cock against your soaking folds and shifting up the plug. You keen, wiggling so perfectly as he slowly sinks into you- fuck, you’re so right. Your hole just swallows him up, exactly what he needed after a long day at work.
“Fuck- love you too mutt- that’s my good boy,” he hissed out, pitiful moan leaving his mouth when he finally bottomed out. The plug was snug, rubbing his cock through the thin wall between your pussy and your ass deliciously. Everything he wanted, everything he needed.
You let out the sweetest, most satisfied moan- arms collapsing beneath you as you finally feel whole again. You were so happy, so full and warm again- full of Simon, Simon, Simon. Giggling when his hips started to move against you, choking on a gasp when he snatched you up by your collar and pulled your back to his chest. Licking up the side of your face, making you whine out in annoyance- only for it to turn to a yelp at a particular harsh thrust.
“Good puppy- good puppy, aren’t you? Don’t even- need to keep you locked up when I’m not home anymore, no accidents huh? Just- a good- dumb- mutt-“ he groans against your hair. Your hands scramble to hold on as he brackets his arm around your neck, your favorite collar. Your teeth sunk into his arm, slobbering over the other teeth mark scars you’d left there as you moan and drool.
“What, too dumb to think? Too happy to speak, that it? Poor little runt, missin’ my cock so much when I go out. Remember when you used to cry when I fucked you? Remember when you used to pretend you didn’t like it, mutt? Stupid thing, thinkin you could lie. Now look at you- I can feel how close you are,” his voice rumbled in your ears, making you whine.
Fuck- you did remember. You were just a stray back then, didn’t know better when you asked to leave. Silly, there was no where else to go- why would you leave the big strong arms that were choking you out right now anyways? Especially when his cock was ramming against your cervix, tummy curving just right over your ass.
“Mm- fuck- please-“ you slobbered out against the meat of his forearm, letting out a sharp sob when one of his hands moved from your throat down to your little achy cock. He pinches it roughly, gathering slick from your soaked pussy just to jerk you off juuuust the way you liked. You were so cute, wriggling desperately against his touch as your eyes rolled back into your head- teeth clamping down hard enough to draw blood now.
That searing pain- the ecstasy of knowing you were the one to inflict it because of what he was giving you- it sent the man straight over the edge. Emptying his heavy balls, slamming in a final few times as he trembled against you. Of course, shaky hand jerking your little cock off until you came around him with a pitiful moan.
Fuck, his cum just leaked everywhere. Even with your pussy stretched tight around him, it dripped down his taint and your thighs. Too bad he’d sterilized you the first day you got here- otherwise you’d probably have been pregnant by now. You didn’t seem to mind though, practically purring as you sucked and licked up his bloody forearm. Your cunt still milking him, hands rubbing over what you could reach with a satisfaction only Simon could give you.
Slowly, he sat up- bringing you with him to curl you against his chest. Fuck, you were so sweet. Stretching out in his embrace, turning to kiss his scarred and mangled face. He helped you, turning you to him completely while still snug on his cock just so you could wrap your arms and legs around his middle completely. Still squeezing his softening dick, licking and sucking his throat with happy yips.
“Welcome home, Simon,” you keened, and he rumbled out a laugh.
Orc Wife dicking you into oblivion before a battle.
She fucks into you with quick, sharp snaps of her hips that earn little high-pitched moans from you with every thrust. Your head is thrown back on a pile of cushions, hands clutching at fine fur pelts now soaked through from hours of taking your wife’s cock.
It’s all part of an Orcish tradition. Following through is imperative as it’s meant to provide warriors with the strength to fight and return home safely by “borrowing” it from their mate.
At first, you had been unsure about the effectiveness of the exchange. But now, as you're laid out flat and spent while your beloved pummels into your entrance with seemingly endless vigor, you begin to think there could be something to it.
You lift your shaking legs to encircle your wife’s waist as she punishes your dripping hole. She loves watching her cock disappear inside of you, but she looks up when she feels your thighs weakly squeeze around her.
“Oh, my sweet mate,” she coos, gentle fingers coming up to brush back the stray hairs sweat has slicked to your face. Her pace becomes languid as she buries herself completely within you and remains there, grinding slow circles into you. “You’ve done so well.”
You lock your legs around her and you press yourself down on her cock, groaning at how its thickness stretches you even this long into your love-making.
“Please don’t stop.” You look up at your wife with pleading eyes, rocking your hips on her length roughly in an attempt to spur her on. “I want you to keep going. Keep taking it from me.”
Her hands suddenly grasp your hips hard, a growl escaping the back of her throat as her claws dig at your skin. The pace is still slow as she guides your harsh movements to hit spots inside you only she knows.
“Oh gods,” you moan out, eyes shut tight. “Please, my love.” Your begging is whiny and breathless as she works you over her dick. “Just take everything. Take it so you can come back to me.”
Her motions falter as she processes your words. She lets out a small snort of amusement before relaxing her hold on you, hands trailing up your body and caressing your features until two broad arms come to rest at either side of your head, caging you in under her larger frame.
"Worried for me? How precious.” Her lips yield tender kisses to your shoulder, making out a path across your chest.
“When I return,” she says, “I’ll shower you with tokens of my victory and carry you off here to my chambers.” Sharp teeth playfully nip at the skin of your neck. Her mouth begins sucking her marks into you, tongue swiping out to massage each deliciously sore bit of flesh.
“And then I’m keeping you here,” she chuckles against your skin. Her head pulls back momentarily as she takes you in, her perfect little mate bruised and panting beneath her. She smiles down at you warmly before lowering her face to yours again, lovingly grazing a tusk over your cheek in a deeply intimate gesture. “You won’t be allowed to leave under any circumstances.”
Her chest settles against yours, trapping you between soft furs and the warmth of your lover. You whimper lowly at the contact, bracing your palms against her sculpted shoulders as you try to rut yourself up against her solid form.
It’s far too much. You’ve already been overstimulated to tears several times over. All the sensations surrounding you, your wife’s wonderful promises, her closeness, her heat, her touch, her smell. Fucked out as you are, you’re still so needy for her. She seems to register just how much as you writhe pathetically - adorably - under her.
“Gods. You’re all for me.” She traces her tusk up your jawline and halts her motions with her lips hovering right next to your ear. “After this battle, my cock is going to fucking live inside of you.”
A hand grips each of your thighs and your legs are hefted over your wife’s shoulders as she folds you into a mating press. She slides her cock all the way out of you, teasing the tip at your opening before slamming back in and setting a brutal rhythm.
You scream out in shock and pleasure, throwing both arms around her neck. She has you so worked up and oversensitive that you’re cumming hard around her on the second thrust, wetness leaking over you both. You cling to your wife desperately as she rams into you with a new intensity. You asked her to take everything, which means she’s not stopping until you’re lying limp against the bed.
Yes. There definitely is something to this tradition.
uhh thinking about cupping my pretty boy's face as I stroke his hair, petting him gently. Treating him so softly, rubbing his tummy and telling him how pretty he is, how good he's doing for me. Just being soft and sweet, praising a pretty boy
...while he cries out how it's "too much", cumming yet again. He must have lost count by now, his poor, sore boypussy clenching down once more on the dildo stretching him out, the vibrator secured against his tcock mercilessly overstimulating him. His body jerking and writhing, pulling against the ropes that are pulling his legs apart and keeping his wrists bound above his head.
Softly shushing him as I wipe the tears from his eyes. I tell him how pretty he is when he cries, and remind him that "it's too much" or "I can't take any more" aren't his safewords. I remind him that he knows how to make me stop, as I turn the vibrator up, making him scream.
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