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[spiraldollyz]

Heya!

You can call me doll 🥰

I’m 22 and I’m here cuz I wanna riot my silly little brain. I’m not looking to be own, mostly just looking to post and reboot my secret fantasies.

My kinks:

🖤 hypno

🖤pet names

🖤degradation

🖤praise

🖤hucow

🖤dubcon/noncon

🖤intox

🖤daddy/master/sir

🖤slight pet play

🖤free use

🖤dumbification

🖤brat

I will not allow:

❌ ageless bios to follow me

❌scat, vomit & piss

❌hate

❌nercophilia

❌incest

❌beastiality

Enjoy my blog🥰

[sluttyiris]

i always feel gross after cumming and tell myself that i won’t rub my cunt to p0rn and r4pe threats anymore but i always end up back on here anyways. i can’t resist how wet and desperate i am.

[narcissistichedonist]

forcefully spreading her legs like an offering on the altar

roughly fingering her until she's speaking in tongues

[swirlsandtwirls]

…fuck…

[iiiusion-of-choice]

It was one of those nights. I had My friends over and we were playing cards in the garage while the game was on in the background.

Not that it mattered. It was 7pm and you had duties. Most of the guys knew. One of them was new and you had no idea if he'd been warned.

you entered to garage in your thin nighty. your nipples were quite obvious given the chilly night. All heads turned to watch you...except for Mine. you walked up next to Me, stopping exactly three feet away. you swayed as you slid the nighty off to reveal your naked and freshly showered and waxed body. you could feel the other sets of eyes you on, but you only looked at Me. I turned, running My eyes over every inch of you, before nodding and barking at everyone else to get back to the game.

you knelt slowly on the cold floor before crawling underneath the table. you positioned yourself between My legs and pulled out My hardened cock. It was 7pm, after all.

you licked first, tonguing the area beneath My head and running your tongue over every inch you had access to. Once wet, you slip the head into your mouth and bobbed deeper and deeper as your throat opened and the cock grew more slick. Eventually you were gagging and glucking in a steady rhythm.

After about 10 minutes, you felt the cock swell in your mouth. you pulled it from your mouth with a pop and then sunk lower to suck on My balls while you stroked the shaft. I moaned slightly while the game continued a foot above your head, and then you felt My cock twitch in your hands as the ropes of cum fell into your hair and onto your shoulder before dripping down your face and chest.

you put Me back in your mouth and sucked softly until I'd fully softened and every last drop was pulled from My cock. Quietly and without eye contact, you crawled out from under the table and exited the garage.

you cleaned up and went about your evening chores. There was no time to waste. 10pm would be here before you knew it.

[letmeeaseyourburden]

Your husband came up behind you. Slipping his arms around your waist as he whispers into your ear. "You are about to start ovulating. Until it stops you are confined to the house. You are forbidden clothing. I am going to lock you in your collar. You will edge once an hour. You will be wet for me when I breed you."

His hands slide up your body, groping your tits through your clothes. "When I walk through the door, you will be face down, ass up. I don't care if it's your natural wetness or lube but your cunt will be glistening before I fuck it. I am going to make that belly swell. Do you understand?"

[iiiusion-of-choice]

It's your 5th anniversary, but you're not out to dinner with him. you're in the back of My car in a parking lot, bobbing your head and sucking furiously just to swallow cum from your Master who's twice your age.

he buys you appliances and vehicles. I buy you lingerie and sex toys. he puts a roof over your head. I put a cock in your mouth.

But somehow, you know this is your true place. I'm the one who makes you feel real, feel seen, feel like you belong.

Some girls make better possessions than partners. It's not My fault he couldn't tell the difference.

[spiraldollyz]

I had such a hard day focusing today :( I think my cycle is coming because my tits we’re sooooo sensitive today, I kept touching them and it ached so good it was hard to focus because I just wanted to keep touching them

[playfully-sadistic]

Getting you drunk on communion wine and making you pray on your knees with my cock down your throat and the words of worship slurrily escaping your stretched out lips along with an obscene amount of your drool.

[hypnopum]

You really should swing your sword. You should fight. You knew that. But… For some reason, you couldn’t find a reason to do it right now. The demon’s voice seemed to make that something to do later. “Oh, mortal. I know. You wouldn’t betray your friends. No…”

Their voice sounded so nice. They wouldn’t hurt you. It was safe to have them this close to you, wasn’t it? “That would be so cruel. So hurtful to the rest of your party. But feel how good you’re feeling right now…” Their soft hand touched your cheek.

You let out a noise. A whimper? A moan? You couldn’t tell. That touch was… Delightful. “Shh…” The demon said, pressing a finger to your lips. Almost unresistingly, your mouth opened. The demon giggled as their finger slipped inside your mouth, and you began to such.

“That’s it… Let Sinder do the thinking for you now.” They said. “It feels so good to listen, to do as you’re told. Really, it would be a betrayal to your friends to not let them feel this. So you’re going to help me, aren’t you? You’re going to help me get inside their heads.”

You were nodding, as you continued to suck on that finger. The longer you sucked, the more difficult it became to stop. Though… Why would you want to stop? That was a silly idea. You met the demon’s gaze, and felt yourself melting, into a blissful puddle of obedience.

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[hypnopum]

Inspired by @hypnanosis

“Awh, plaything, you can feel it, can’t you?” Your hypnotist leant over you on the bed, looking down at you as you mindlessly played with yourself. “With every movement of that hand, with every gasp, and moan, you’re feeding me.”

They dragged their nails down your chest, scratching, leaving red marks in their wake. It felt incredible. “Draining yourself for me. I am your succubus, I feed on your pleasure, your desire. And it feels so good. You’re pleasing me. Making yourself a battery of pleasure for me.”

Your hand was stuck between your legs. You couldn’t have pulled it away, even if you wanted to. And you did not want to. “Mmm… Touch more, feel more, get lost in it.” Your vision had faded, you were vaguely aware of the ceiling above you, as your hand brought you bliss.

“The hazy, foggy pleasure that blankets your mind, leaves you so dizzy, so ditzy for me. So, I can slip my words in deeper, drain your mind, your body, and your soul.” You felt their control in your brain, interweaving with every neuron. “Feel your arousal growing, pet.”

You let out a moan, as the pleasure grew. Your hips bucked, your other hand clutched at the sheets. “You need more pleasure, you have to have it.” Their tone was encouraging, eager. “So, go on, find that pace that’ll make you cum.” Your moans became breathless as you complied.

“Make yourself helpless for me, more pleasure, more, more, more!” Your orgasm was approaching. “That’s it. So close, feel the pleasure rising, peaking.” Everything was turning into static except for the oncoming orgasm. “The edge approaches, my pleasure puppet. Cum for me.”

You weren’t seeing anything. There was just feeling. There was just pleasure, pulsing through your body, making you shudder, writhe, gasp, and moan. Your hypnotist was laughing down at you, sounding satisfied. “Mmm, such a good plaything. Feeding your succubus.”

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[eldritchpotato]

Mad!Scientist is a dentist today, and she's given you something yummy to suck on as her dutiful patient. No need to think about any of it, this is all totally ethical, and you're definitely not being brainwashed.

You suck on the lolly, tongue swirling around the candy. If you think about it, it is a bit odd for a dentist to give you candy. But it’s just really good.

You remind yourself to blink. As the dentist wipes the drool from your chin. She says something, placating and smooth. Your face flushes with embarrassment despite the words rolling through though your head meaninglessly 

You suck on the candy, your train of thought already a tangled mess. What was the doctor saying?

The doctor cupped your cheek, pressing you for doing so well. You glowed at the praise, swirling the candy around your mouth in delight.

The doctor had been totally right; you weren’t remotely scared of the dentist anymore. This really was better than all the other cleaning.

You swallow, needing to take the lolly out of your mouth for a moment to catch your breath despite how much it pained you. You eagerly popped it back in, desperate for the taste, soothed by the taste.

The doctor tangled her fingers in your hair, sliding the strap down your relaxed and willing throat. You gagged, far too oblivious to even notice. Your eyes are still entirely glazed over as you unknowingly frantically rub yourself into another orgasm, leaving an increasingly wet spot on the floor below you.

You blinked, silly you, you were imagining things again. You licked the lolly eagerly, spit running down your face. It was just so tasty, you weren’t sure if you could ever stop sucking.

Though given all the sugar, you might need to book another appointment sooner rather than later.

The doctor slid the strap back down your throat, and you stopped thinking about anything at all for the rest of your appointment.

[narcissistichedonist]

waking up and sliding into her while she’s still half-asleep, her tired little body accepting me on instinct

face-fucking her while i brew my morning coffee, her throat tight and warm around me as the machine hums in the background

pulling her into my lap while i answer emails, bouncing her lazily on my pulsating cock, using her to pass the time

fingering her silly under the lunch table, watching her struggle to keep still as she stares down at her untouched plate

bending her over the kitchen counter before dinner, pinning her wrists down so she has no choice but to take it

folding her up on the couch while a movie plays, roughly thrusting into her, her whimpers drowned out by the surrounding sound

forcefully grabbing her by the ankles in the hallway, spreading her open, pounding her silly just because i feel like it

fucking her slow and deep in bed, her exhausted little body pliant beneath me, yet still able to clench around me

and when sleep finally takes her, i don’t stop. just roll her onto her stomach, push back in, and start again

my free use doll throughout the day

[stillvathek]

The girl in the collar hummed happily as her owner came down her throat. That meant she’d been useful, been good, and that made her even happier then she had been before, and thanks to him she was almost always happy now. 

Slurping, head bobbing, she eagerly swallowed it all and then went to work cleaning his cock, just like how she knew she was supposed to: licks and slurps and happy little mumblings. And it was while she was doing this that something caught her attention.

Her owner was watching television. He often did this with her by his feet. It was how he liked to relax, he said. Sometimes she just knelt, awaiting a command, and sometimes she was obeying a command. It didn’t matter, it wasn’t her choice. This time obviously she was obeying a command, and it was thanks to her position between his legs that she could just about see the screen, off to the side.

Normally none of what she saw there made much sense to her and normally it didn’t matter because it wasn’t for her, but something about this caught her attention, which confused her a little bit. It was confusing because she didn’t know why it would have caught her attention. Just something from the corner of her eye had made her look. Then it happened again and, since she was watching properly (mostly properly) she saw why: there was a girl on the screen she recognised. 

Or thought she recognised, at least. Something about her was familiar.

Whatever was on the screen was showing clips of this girl, in a costume, flying around a bit, or standing and looking strong and confident. It looked very strange to her, and it didn’t help her understand what about the girl was nagging so much at her.

The chyron running beneath it all read:

“Whatever happened to Justice Girl?”

“Master, do I know her? She feels like… someone…” she said, brow furrowed. Thinking was hard, and remembering was basically like thinking - her owner did both of those for her, which was why she was asking him. She hoped he would make the thinking stop. Her head was starting to throb.

“No,” he said, idly, tapping her on the head to keep her going. She managed one lick before the screen (and the throbbing in her head) distracted her. Such a ditz.

“But she seems familiar…”

Reaching down, her owner put a finger on her chin and tipped her head so she was looking up at him and not at the screen. She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. The moment his eyes met hers the whole world shrank down. There was nothing else. Only him.

“You don’t know her.”

His words filled her head. The throbbing stopped. It was the truth.

“I don’t know her,” she said, dreamily, dumb smile on her face. It was so much easier knowing what she was supposed to think, and so obvious now. Of course she didn’t know her. Master said, and so she didn’t.

“You were always my toy.”

“I was always your toy…”

“You were always my pet.”

“I was always your pet…”

“You were never anything else.”

“I was never anything else…”

Putting a hand on top of her head, he turned it so she was facing the television again. She stared, eyes empty, her face blank, a big dumb smile spread across it. She saw the girl on the screen, the girl who was totally and utterly identical to her, and she felt nothing. Just a stranger.

“Do you know her?” He asked.

“I don’t know her,” she sighed happily. It was the truth.

Her owner smiled and sat back again. It was a lot easier doing that, now.

“Good girl. You can touch yourself.”

Squealing with glee and babbling thanks she very quickly shuffled back on the floor so he would have a better view, spread her legs, and started doing just that, panting and moaning and being totally open and on display for him the way she’d been trained to be, the only way she could even think of being.

On the screen, the news moved onto something else.

[snuffy-bunnie]

I want a guy to promise me that he'll wear a condom and for him to reassure me that he has a whole box of them because he knows that I don't take birth control. We start having sex and I make sure that he puts one on before we start. After that, it's amazing. His dick is huge and it hits all of the best spots and he makes me feel safe and comfortable when I'm with him.

Two or three filled condoms later and I'm confident that he's not gonna stealth me, so I ask to get a little more kinky. He's good at shibari so he ties me up tight and puts on another condom. Only after another round of rough sex and another filled condom is he sure that the ties will hold tight no matter how much I try to move.

That's when he takes off the condom and looks me in the eyes as he spreads my pussy lips and squeezes it out inside of me. My eyes go wide and I scream for him to stop as he reaches for the others. I hadn't even noticed that he wasn't tying them off before. I beg and plead and try to squirm free as he empties the rest inside me one by one, then notches his fat cock back at my entrance again, harder than he ever was before, and fucks the cum deeper into my womb. His soft whispers cut through my desperate screaming and crying as he reassures me that I'll make such a good mother.

[spiraldollyz]

I’ve been thinking recently, well trying to at least.

I keep having this dream. It feels so real and sometimes I think that it is. I’m in my room and I’ll wake up and it’s still dark out. I sleep next to a window,and in the dream the window is always cracked open and I usually stare at it for a bit before closing my eyes again.

After that it usually gets foggy, those are all the details I remember but i always walk up with the biggest mess in my panties and a fun ache in my lower belly. Sometimes I see the shadow of a person, sometimes i feel like there’s a weight on top of me.

I think it’s because I got my birth control out not to long ago and my body is craving for some breeding, or maybe it’s an incubus messing with me in my head while I sleep.

I hope the dream doesn’t stop though.

[corruptedbyhim]

Sleep tight. It’s that wet dream again, the one that hits you like a freight train when the sleeping pills dissolve under your tongue. Plop, plop, plop they fizz out, bitter and chalky, and you’re already sinking into the mattress, limbs heavy, head buzzing. The bottle warned you about those side effects, but the fine print never mentioned this…

That hazy line where reality frays and the dream stitches itself together. The feeling of his hands on you. Your half conscious brain sloshing like a spilled drink, trying to piece it together. Wait, am I awake? Is this happening? His fingers are hooking into your waistband, tugging your shorts down with that impatient pull he’s got down to an art. The air’s cool against your thighs, but his palms are hot, rough, spreading your legs like he’s cracking a book open to his favorite page.

"Fuck, you’re so out of it," he mutters, voice gravelly, but you’re too dazed to answer. You catch the glint of his teeth in the dark, a smirk you’d slap off of him if your arms weren’t lead pipes pinned to the sheets. He knows the pills knock you into this twilight zone, knows you’re a ragdoll for him to play with, and he loves it.

He’s not gentle tonight. No warm up, no teasing, he shoves into you with a grunt, and the stretch burns sharp and sudden, jolting you out of the fog for half a second. Your eyes flutter open, catching a blurry snapshot of him. He’s shirtless, sweat beading on his chest, hair sticking to his forehead like he’s been at this for hours. Maybe he has. Time’s a soup in this dream, all thick and runny, and you can’t tell if he’s been fucking you for minutes or days. Your cunt clenches around him, wet and sloppy, and he laughs. It’s a dark, jagged sound that makes your toes curl.

"Still with me, huh?" he says, thrusting harder, the bed creaking like it’s about to snap. You try to mumble something — yes, no, fuck you — but it comes out as a groan, your tongue too thick in your mouth. He leans down, close enough to smell his breath, a faint hint of whisky, “You’re so fucking wet. Your body’s begging for it.”

The pills keep you tethered, but you still feel it all, the drag of him inside you, the way your thighs quake, the sticky heat pooling under your ass. But not enough to fight back. Or maybe you don’t want to. Maybe that’s the dirty little secret here, you like being his toy when the lights go out and the world turns syrupy. Your fingers twitch, clawing weakly at the sheets, and he grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. The other slides down, thumb finding your clit. It feels more like a collision than a caress.

Your head lolls to the side, vision swimming. There’s a mirror across the room, and you catch a glimpse of yourself: legs splayed, hair a mess, his shadow rocking into you like some feral thing. The scene sends a spike of heat straight through you, sharp enough to make you gasp. He notices, of course he does, and his thumb presses harder, relentless, until you’re bucking against him, a broken little sound spilling out of your throat.

"Thought so," he growls, hips snapping faster now, chasing his own edge. You’re just along for the ride, body jolting with every thrust, mind a kaleidoscope of static and sparks. The room smells like sex and sweat, and it’s all too much, too good, too wrong. You’re splintering apart, orgasm creeping up like a thief, stealing the last shred of coherence you’ve got left. When it hits, it’s not fireworks or poetry, it’s a gut punch, raw and messy, leaving you trembling under him as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

He finishes with a long moan, cumming inside you, hot and sticky, and you’re too far gone to care. He collapses next to you, one hand still draped across your stomach like he’s claiming you even now. The dream starts to unravel then, edges blurring, but you feel him kiss your temple, soft, almost tender, a fucked up contrast to the rest of it. "Sleep tight," he whispers, and you’re out before you can decide if you hate him or love him for it.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Shea Gets Her Favorite Fix

"Unnnnfhhh…." The grunted exhalation escaped Shea's lips involuntarily, compelling her to raise her hips a little bit higher and present her ass even more lewdly for her owner's inspection. She'd thought she was horny when Vic snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor, sending her instantly to her hands and knees in what she could only think of now as the breeding position, but when he told her what a good little cow she was being it hit one of her many hot buttons so hard she felt her head go momentarily hazy with a rush of arousal. It felt like a physical weight settling between her thighs, a throb so powerful it was like a bass drum booming in her clit, and it was really no wonder she couldn't stop herself from moaning.

It generally wasn't a good idea to display that kind of naked desperation in front of her dominant, and sure enough when Vic reached down to trace her plump pink pussy lips with his fingers he showed a languid disinterest in satisfying her urgent lust. "Awwww, does someone get turned on from being called a needy cow, hmm?" he asked, keeping his touch feather-light even as Shea ground her hips back against his hand involuntarily. "Does it make my good girl all wet and horny to picture Daddy's cock mounting that pretty rump and fucking a baby into that slick and needy cow cunt?" Shea grunted again, the dirty talk sending another booming throb of lust straight into her clit. She didn't call Vic 'Daddy' because of any kind of patriarchal fixation on familial authority figures--she called him that because her womb was going to make him a father someday.

Neither one of them knew exactly when 'someday' might be; Shea was still working her way through grad school, while Vic was only now beginning to book enough gigs to think about quitting his day job and having a child wouldn't make that difficult transition any easier. But fantasizing about a belly so swollen it brushed the floor whenever she squatted on all fours for him was free, and getting hypnotized to crave the act of breeding didn't cost much either. "Come on, use your big girl words, tell Daddy how much you want him to fuck a baby into that pretty cow cunt," Vic cooed, and Shea's head swam with arousal as she felt herself slipping into a light trance simply from her own mind's instinctive and automatic association between sex and mindlessness. She moaned again, then moaned even harder when she realized how dumb she sounded right now.

"I, I w-want you to… mmmmooooo… to f-fuck a baby into--moooooooo--" Shea momentarily broke off, her arousal so acute and intense that she could actually feel her musk leaking down her slick thighs and onto Vic's teasing fingers. One of his favorite suggestions had been to make Shea unable to say more than five words in a row without mooing, and combined with everything else he was doing to her the intimate awareness of just how deeply brainwashed she'd become was really messing with the hypnotized submissive's head. "Fuck a baby into me, moooooo," she sighed out at last, her whole body quivering with lust, and it was with the greatest of joy that she finally felt Vic's shaft sink into her sopping cunt and knew that she could at least believe for a while he was going to make her horny little breeder cow dreams come true.

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