The Hidden Vault

1999- she/her- queer- MDNI Send me porn and make me worse

[sniperrat]

MDNI- ADULTS ONLY- READ BEFORE INTERACTING. No age in bio= blocked on sight. If you are a conservative, misogynist, or TERF, you are not welcome here.

Home of the 🦝

This blog touches on topics like misogyny that I do not actually believe in. Everything here is strictly kink and fantasy that involves consenting adults.

Asks and messages are open. Read this whole post before interacting! Feel free to send me porn to watch♥️

Limits

Race play

Degradation, humiliation, and name-calling (unless I specifically grant you permission)

Incest (Fauxcest is fine. No sibling stuff)

Face smacking

Sending pictures, audios, or videos of myself.

Unsolicited pictures, audios, or videos of you.

Scat and piss play

Exploring:

CNC (women only)

Gentle degradation

Slave dynamics

Bimboification

Likes

Switching

Fauxcest (Mommy/Daddy)

Erotic fiction

Hypnosis (no audio or flashing visuals)

Exhibitionism

Free use

Tasks

Corruption (#make me worse)

Breeding

Misogyny/patriarchy kink

Dollification

Hucow kink. You can call me a pretty cow anyday

Aftercare!!! It's mandatory.

The New Bottoming/Toping Book(s) by Janet W. Hardy and Dossie Easton

[shetheyslain]

I need something pornographic to happen to me soon

[sniperrat]

Hello! Life update for anyone who interacts with me. I'm traveling for the next three weeks and staying with friends. I won't be on here often if at all. I'll be back eventually in mid-June!

[animentality]

[foxkitautumn]

Show my nudes to your friends and share their reactions with me to embarrass me and make me feel hot and sexy and desirable. You don't need to ask permission; toys are meant to be shared with friends

[goth-fucker]

I see a lot of posts about being passed around by your dom that are like "use me, destroy my holes, treat me like an object" etc but i really think theres something to be said for being the beloved fleshlight for a group of people. Laying back on the sofa or bed, as comfortable as possible, blissed out and spoiled with all your favourite things. Your dom making sure everyone knows the rules, that playing with you is a privellege theyll revoke in an instant if you treat their toy with anything other than reverence, respect, and the desire to make it cum over and over. I want to be the toy loaned out for use, but i dont want to be used selfishly by them. I want to be the selfish one. I want to be desired and coveted. I want everyone in that room throbbing between their legs at just the idea of getting to touch me, to be the one that brings those sweet sounds out of me, to finally, finally sink into that tight, wet heat that has my dom obsessed with fucking me. I want to be the prize that everyone is fucking aching to get their hands on.

[thesmuttylibrarian]

I think that one of the most appealing potentials of group play, to me, is the ability to be talked about in scene. That casual, effortlessly degrading objectification that comes with being talked about as if you're not present.

It doesn't even need to be degrading language; it can be sweet and praising, or curious, or matter-of-fact. Let me hear dirty talk, while also being allowed to be gooey and brainless, speechless. Two+ people present gives the opportunity to hear the grownups discussing in eloquent words while my brain gets to be empty, while I'm not expected to form responses.

"Look at her, she's doing so well," "do they like xyz?"

"Wow, she's so sexy when she comes undone, lucky you," "is it always so giggly, or only when it's being hurt like this" raaaaaaAAHHHH

[sniperrat]

In the mood to be slowly inducted into a sex cult. It starts with my friend introducing me to people in the cult. And slowly, over time, everything we do together gets more and more depraved. Once I'm ready, then I will get to meet the leader of the cult and have my own induction ceremony.

[specsthesecond]

How freaky is your mind sex?

I think a lot of the appeal would come from just how vulnerable it would be. You're literally giving over access to your brain, letting them play with your very thoughts. How intimate!

Feeling some cosmic force idly flipping through your mind, like they're looking for a record to play. They could sever your perception of reality, slice the tiny cords connecting your eyeballs to your brain or just cease your every synapse.

But instead they choose to make you feel good. Scratch an itch you've had hidden in the folds of your brain and show you a body's true potential for pleasure. Y'know that weirdly good feeling when you stick an earbuds in your ear and gently move it around? Like that but your whole body.

They can also erase any thoughts of embarrassment or insecurity or fear or stress and you just have to trust that afterwards, they'll put you back together again. Not that you'd know if they didn't.

[xenafemme]

i want to have multiple women take advantage of me all at once. they use my body and cunt as their own personal sex toy. each of them will have a chance to use my mouth, tits, and pussy. some have strap-ons, others have dicks. it doesn’t matter, even if they used their fingers. i just want my body to be theirs !!

[hospitalsockfox]

ugh yearning for a pervy friend group to pass me around... group chat where they vote on which panties i should wear to the hangout... insisting i sit on their laps during movie night so they can stick their hands up my skirt...

[milkyenthusiast]

pregnancy would be much hotter if it didnt result in babies. i think you should be able to knock someone up and they get bigger/milkier/etc but then nothing happens

[badprairiegirl]

hello friends!

I am going to be moving by the end of this month, and there are some things costs and things I would be so incredibly grateful for some help with.

for the time being, Ive taken down my Throne page so that nothing is getting sent to my apartment anymore. but if you *are* in a place to help support me, you can do so here

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[pinkofatom]

Sarah enjoys work

CW: corruption, brainwashing, unaware, office whore

Hi hi~ A short one~

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Sarah adjusted her posture, shifting her weight from one heel to the other until her stance looked just right in the mirror. Back arched up, breasts jutting forward and butt held high. Presentation mattered. She wasn't sure when that had become the most important part of the workday, but she accepted it the same way she accepted the morning clock-in.

Naturally.

Beside her, Alexa stretched slightly, letting out a quiet, distracted sound as she checked her own reflection.

"Man," she said, her voice carrying a nervous laugh, "work's gotten kinda weird lately, don't you think?"

Sarah didn’t answer immediately. She was too focused on the careful twist of her lipstick tube. The bright red color felt right today. Yesterday had been pink. Tomorrow might be gloss. The choices felt important in ways she couldn't quite explain.

"Not really," Sarah finally said, her voice calm and certain. "Everything's normal."

And she truly believed that.

She applied the color slowly, making sure the shape of her lips looked soft and inviting. When she pressed them together, she felt that same quiet sense of approval again. That warm internal reassurance that she was doing exactly what she was supposed to be doing. A deep thrust into her back entrance illicited a sensual groan.

Only then did she take in the rest of the room.

Every female employee stood at her workstation instead of sitting. Every desk had a standing mirror now. The dress code had changed too, though no official email had ever announced it. Tight skirts, fitted blouses, short dresses. Soft fabrics or tight materials dominated with a mixture of bright colors and glossy black.. Outfits that looked more suited for a night out than a spreadsheet review.

Yet no one questioned it.

Some adjusted their collars. Some reapplied mascara. And some practiced smiles like they were rehearsing for something important. A few moaned as they corrected their posture, shoulders back, hips slightly angled, heads tilted just enough to look appealing without seeming obvious.

This was simply part of being professional.

Sarah smoothed down the side of her fitted dress and gave a small approving nod at her reflection. She could feel that same quiet satisfaction settling in her chest again, the long thick thing thrusting in deeply.

Productive.

Presentable.

Good.

Beside her, Alexa still looked uncertain, tugging slightly at the hem of her outfit like she hadn't fully gotten used to it yet.

Sarah didn't understand why.

After all, the rules were simple:

'Look available. Bend over properly. Smile.'

She could have recited those rules in her sleep. In fact, she often did, mumbling the phrases into her pillow in the late night hours.

Another deep thrust caused Sarah to moan as she arched her back a bit further and adjusted the way her breasts sat on the desk in front of her. Yes, this would be an extremely productive day. The thrusting into her backdoor became faster.

She ground her hips against the empty air behind her.

"Sarah?" Alexa's voice held a slight nervous edge to it. "Do you, I mean, do you ever feel like we are missing something?"

Sarah blinked at her. "Like what?"

"I'm not sure," Alexa said with an almost frustrated sigh, "I just, feel a bit weird lately."

That wasn't allowed, and the thought of it sent a slight ripple of concern through Sarah's mind. It felt wrong, like a glitch or a hiccup.

"Try arching your back more," she said helpfully. "That usually fixes things."

Alexa did so, though the uncertain frown remained. "Is it supposed to be this - oh fuck!"

Her question was cut off as her body suddenly seized up, the tension in her limbs going loose. A sharp gasp of pleasure spilled from Alexa's lips, her eyelids fluttering and hips grinding down hard into empty air.

"That's it," Sarah encouraged. "Keep your posture, and everything should work fine."

"Yes. Oh, yes!" Alexa's voice went from unsure to certain in a rush, the worry in her expression shifting to blissful relief. She rocked back against her desk, and a faint sheen of sweat appeared on her skin.

"That's right. There is nobody here, besides us girls." She shivered. "There's nothing to be worried about." Sarah's breath caught, a small whimper of satisfaction slipping past her lips as she arched and writhed. "Everything's normal." She continued her thought.

"Everything's normal," Alexa repeated, her voice trailing off as she pushed her ass higher into the air.

"Office sluts are always unaware," Sarah whispered to herself as a mantra of comfort and stability, her body rocking with deep pleasure as the office went about its daily routine of being bent over workstations and looking appealing.

She moaned, "It feels so good to be an anal slut," she gasped as bliss rolled through her in warm waves. And everything felt exactly as it should be. The only thing she truly was aware of was her pleasure. Her butt felt wonderful, her tight little backdoor being spread wide and her insides being stirred up.

[hornyforhypnosis]

[mastersoverminds-6]

Let's turn your brain to mush and dress you like this, ok? You can be my docile cock receptacle that I perpetually fill with cum~

[prettysheepy]

Reblog if your tits are free-use stress balls for any lesbian who needs them

[laurentidal]

Not What It Looks Like

Ian spoke and Melissa's body moved as if weightless on his strings. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this. She knew she shouldn't be bent over in front of him. She knew she shouldn't be wearing this parody of a uniform. She knew he shouldn't have his cock in his hand. And she knew more than anything that she shouldn't be enjoying the attention so much.

But he had some kind of a hold over her that she couldn't explain.

There was no great fortune she was chasing. The family was wealthy enough to hire her, true, but not wealthy enough for her to risk her job and reputation. He wasn't overwhelmingly handsome or confident. Nothing could explain the way just wanted to do as she was told. Nothing could explain her inability to resist him. It wasn't looks or money or love.

But each day, she'd come to work, take a long drink of the tea he'd made her, and feel her defenses just ebb away. She'd clean the kitchen while Mr. and Mrs. Hammond were still here in the morning. But by the time they left for work, her body would already be starting to rebel against her. Cleaning the dining room was slow and sluggish. And when she reached the living room each day, Ian would be sitting there, cock in his hand and smiling. Her new uniform hanging from the coat rack.

Melissa knew his parents could never know about the things that she'd done with him. He was in his twenties now, but it was still a tremendous breach of propriety. She'd be fired immediately. Her reputation would be completely destroyed. But when he'd point to the uniform, she'd simply nod and change. Her body lost all it's lethargy when she followed what he told her, like the sluggishness was just from moving in a way he didn't require.

She changed right there in front of him each day. He'd seen every inch of her. Touched every inch of her. Kissed every inch of her. And in return, she'd take every inch of him. And it felt fucking amazing.

Maybe that's why she kept going back.

But today when she was showing herself off for him, she heard the door swing open and a slight gasp from the corner. Melissa whipped around to see Mrs. Hammond standing in the doorway. Her sluggishness seemed to evaporate under the terror coursing through her. She babbled and plead with the woman that this wasn't what it looked like. Surely there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for why she was dressed like a whore, bent over, with the woman's son pumping his hard cock.

That's when she noticed that Ian was still pumping away - faster, even - and that Mrs. Hammond's face showed no sign of upset. Instead there was something else in her eyes. Hunger?

"Continue," Ian said to Melissa, and immediately her desire to follow his orders reasserted itself. She returned to the pose she'd been in before their interruption, then continued the slow teasing dance she'd perfected for him. Mrs. Hammond reached under her waistband, and a moment later Melissa saw her panties fall to the floor. She stepped out of them as she walked to her son.

Melissa gasped as Ian's mother lowered herself onto his shaft and began to move her hips up and down.

"Don't look so shocked," he said as he looked over her shoulder. "She drinks the same tea you do each morning, and she'd been drinking it far longer."

Mrs. Hammond's eyes slipped closed in quiet ecstasy. Melissa knew the feeling. She knew how good he felt.

"Now are you two going to be able to share?"

"Yes, sir," they replied together, and the unison of their voices finally made Melissa understand. She should never have been questioning her urges. She should never have wondered why she wanted him. As she stood there - dripping wet and watching Mrs. Hammonds considerable breasts quake with each bounce - she knew that everything was exactly as it should be.

This was exactly what it looked like: wonderful.

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