Blindfolding a cute little thing with an oral fixation and telling them I'm going to use their mouth. Watching them drool in anticipation of getting to serve. Cupping the back of their head, gently massaging their scalp, unzipping my pants.
Shoving a cum lathered, latex inflatable gag into their mouth. They try to pull away but I'm positioned to hold them fast while the buckle gets done up.
They start to fight back, but they're at a disadvantage, pinned between my legs, and still disoriented. I work the pump quickly, and their jaw is stretched open until I hear a guttural whimper. Panicked, nasal breaths. The soft whistle of the release valve, a promised escape. Eventually.
They said they wanted a werewolf to knot their mouth, after all. It's oh so wonderful to make dreams come true.
Everyday I spend not being forcefed edibles until I'm so high and incoherent I can't do anything but drool and whimper completely at the mercy of whoevers fucking me is a day wasted
I should be stuck in a daze being overstimulated with my only thought being how sensitive I am and instead I'm forced to be a productive member of society
Alien parasite/symbiote scenario - some weird medical/piss stuff too
Having a symbiotic alien that just crawls into my cunt, settles in nice and deep, filling me up completely, although not enough to hurt or interfere with walking. It might have little tendrils keeping my cunt spread open, but once it gets comfortable, I just stays there, all the time. If I get fucked, it stays inside me, making me seem tighter while also absorbing any cumload I take, maybe for sustenance. It might decide to make me orgasm when it pleases, too, just thrusting and vibrating inside of me and massaging my clit until I clamp down and come. Any time I have to piss, it allows me to, although it might also either slide something into my urethra to plug it and make me suffer with my full bladder, or to empty it and drink my piss, or to overstimulate me and make me wet myself.
It would be impossible to forcibly remove, so I'm just stuck with it, waking up to my clit being sucked and squeezed, or a tendril shoving itself into my ass. And the alien has no real limits on what it can take, so I find it trying to force us to fuck toys *it* can stretch around, but I can't. It would just be a mess of being constantly horny and fully and dripping wet.
It all made sense to Jessie after Mona explained it, even though by the time she fully got it through her head she was weary from the long bout of mental exertion and her eyes felt so heavy she could barely keep them open. Once she thought about it, the frame was an absolutely vital part of the process--it kept her head, arms and legs locked in place, so she didn't wriggle around too much once the fucking machine got going and accidentally do herself some kind of injury. Plus, it was going to help keep her gaze angled properly to see the screen, although Jessie couldn't help agreeing that it wasn't going to matter much because her eyelids were going to slip shut after only a few minutes of watching Mona's special videos.
And the fucking machine was important because it was going to keep her cunt simmering with arousal the whole time she was watching and listening, and Jessie understood now that when her pussy was wet and her clitty was throbbing she had an easier time soaking up Mona's words into her empty, horny head. Mona had been demonstrating that to her for… for a while now, although Jessie wasn't sure how long she'd been lying across her new neighbor's lap with her clothes halfway off and her legs spread so Mona could tease her slick labia, and Jessie had to admit it was pretty effective. She--she literally had to. Mona was never going to let her cum if she didn't.
And speaking of her disheveled and halfway-discarded clothes, Jessie realized right about then that she needed to be fully naked before she crawled over to the frame resting on the floor and put her hands and feet and head into the cuffs and collar for Mona to buckle nice and tight. It wasn't just that she needed to make sure her pussy was fully exposed so the big, thick dildo her neighbor had chosen could fully sink into her slick and dripping cunt; no, Mona had explained everything to her, and all the confusion in Jessie's foggy brain had been replaced by sleepy conviction thanks to her patient tutelage. Jessie needed to be naked because it would make her feel vulnerable, and vulnerability helped her accept Mona's unswayable and perfect authority so she could learn even better.
And of course Jessie needed to learn how to be a good girl. That was… that was practically axiomatic, although Jessie's cunt clenched hard around Mona's teasing fingers as she realized that despite being a grad student in mathematics at a prestigious Ivy League college she was having trouble remembering what a big word like 'axiomatic' even meant. Jessie needed to be trained because obedience was pleasure, and the more she sank into deep trance and opened herself up to Mona's programming the better her pussy felt and the happier she became. That was probably the hardest thing to understand, and Jessie remembered how much she'd whimpered and moaned in weak, useless defiance even though her body was already too heavy to move and she couldn't make herself move away from the older woman's sensual touches. But all that silly, confused resistance was gone now, and Jessie finally knew what she had to do.
So she crawled across the floor and let herself be hooked into the frame. She stared vacantly into space while Mona adjusted the extension properly to make sure she was going to get the deep-dicking an obedient good girl deserved. And then she stared into the spiral as it began to twist and turn on the screen in front of her, and found so much more to understand within its bottomless depths.
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Taking in a transmasc bottom slut. Making him wear a chastity belt to block access to the hole he likes to use so much, and instead training his ass until he learns to take it in like a proper man should. Pumping his dick as a reward when he behaves well, making it fat and red and hard, then jerking him off until his throat is too hoarse to beg anymore.
I need someone to do degrading object insertion on me. anything that might fit is fair game. wrench handle. little plastic figurines. a bunch of dice. panties. a beer bottle. markers. tv remotes. a baseball bat. mess around and figure out just how much I can take. make fun of me for not even being worth a real dildo
im thinking about having my cunt fucked with a huge ovipositor dildo and crying while the big silicone eggs and packets of cum lube get forced into me and then my owner taping duct tape over my cunt to keep them in and locking me in a cage with my hands tied so i can’t mess with it. being left in the cage for hours, hands tied and blindfolded and gagged, clenching weakly on the massive fake eggs and cum lube bred hot into my cunt and feeling so stuffed full, all i can do is twitch and moan weakly for someone to take pity on me.
maybe my owner comes back in a bit to spread my legs and strip the tape off roughly, and i start trembling hoping i’m going to be allowed to push them out, but they just start spanking my cunt raw until it’s puffy and swollen and i’m sobbing. fucking their fingers in briefly to push the cum lube that’s started to creampie drip back in, before putting the tape back on and wiping their fingers on my thigh. shushing me and patting my tummy and leaving me again to suffer while they go back to their business for a while more.
I want to push a knotted dildo in their cunt, making sure they take every inch of it until it’s truly knotted them, then duct tape back over their hole so it can’t pop back out no matter how they squirm. Then I want to stretch out their asshole with my own cock, filling them up completely and using their body until their brain breaks and all they can think about is cock.
need a sub that lets me think for them. lets me make every decision. what they wear. when they get touched. when they cum. not because they can’t think for themselves. but, because handing all of that over to someone they trust completely is the most relaxed they’ve ever felt in their life. no decisions. no overthinking. no anxiety about what comes next.
and the objectification isn’t me being cruel. it’s intimate. it’s being looked at so carefully and so thoroughly that you stop feeling like a person with responsibilities and a to do list and a hundred things you’re supposed to be on top of. and start feeling like something precious. something kept. something that exists purely to be touched and admired and used exactly how i want to use you.
Mama had been making you tell her whenever you were going to use your diaper. At first it was humiliating, making you squat down and use your diapers in front of her while she coos praises to you. But the embarrassment left you weeks ago, it almost feels like a chore at this point. You never really understood why, but after she praises you for filling your diapers, you would hear it.
*Click*
Not too loud, but enough to be noticeable every time, coming from a little black button Mama wears around her wrist.
*Click*
The innocent sound started to work its way into your brain, now you expect to hear it any time you use your diapers.
*Click*
As you have many times before, you go to Mama to use your diapers. "Mama, I hafta-"
*Click*
In an instant your head is flooded with dopamine and your bladder lets go entirely despite your best efforts to make it stop. Mama lets out a satisfied hum as she watches the wetness indicator between your legs turn blue. All you can do is whimper as she showers you in more praise than ever~~
Based on a text post I made that amassed 700 notes despite, in my opinion, being quite bad.
This is an ABDL story that contains drugging, noncon, intoxication, wetting, nursing, kidnapping, and slight bondage. All characters depicted are 18+.
The ice in my glass clinked as I idly stirred my gin and juice, gazing off into the distance and observing the other bar patrons. A few men playing pool, one of them gloating after sinking his third ball in a row. A couple of women arguing over whether or not one of them is sober enough to drive herself home (she absolutely isn't), and the bartender constantly checking the clock in boredom. I sat alone, as I didn't have any friends available to accompany me and I didn't want to just sit at home all night. I'm normally quite social--or at least was--with the exception of bars. Something about them felt so intimidating. Maybe it's simply that I haven't been allowed in them for longer than two years, and everybody around seemed to be quite a bit older than me. Maybe I simply had stage fright, as a bar is a space you go to specifically to seek socialization, so I just overthought it. I tried to clear my mind. I relaxed my shoulders and took the final sip of my wonderful, sweet, bitter, tart blend of gin and cranberry juice.
As I looked up from my drink, a flash of beautiful blue eyes caught my gaze from across the room. Captivating, like a siren's song. My attention wandered to the eyes' surroundings. Wavy black hair like silk, hanging chest-length beside a muted ruby-red dress with a cut that gave the eyes a little taste of the full breasts that lie underneath. I got a better view of her as she approached me. Her round face was creased with laugh lines and faint crow's feet. She looked to be about in her mid thirties. Her smooth, heart-shaped lips wore a tint of red to match her dress. I was so stricken that I almost didn't notice she was carrying a second drink beside her own martini... a gin and cranberry.
"Hey, beautiful."
The soft, flat voice that graced my ears was drenched in honey as the woman sat down and placed the drink in front of me. I felt myself blush immediately, and heavily. She came on very strong. I tried with all of my might to maintain eye contact and not look downward to the safety of my matte black satin dress. I couldn't push her away by seeming uninterested.
"Hey there."
I played it cool, clearing my throat and evening out my tone as to not squeak out my greeting. She grinned in response, as if she sensed the weakness behind my bride's veil of faux confidence. We made small-talk for a few minutes. She asked me what I like, I told her about my art projects, and she listened intently. I tend to pause quite frequently, worrying that I'm boring my conversational partner. But she seemed so interested that it never crossed my mind. She eyed my face so lovingly. When I inquired of her interests, she told me about her love of sewing and interior design. We discussed the typical things. What we do for work, if we have any pets, our favorite dinosaurs (Yes, I'm an overgrown child. Sue me), the usual game of poking and prodding to get a feel for the tone while I steadily nursed the drink she placed in front of me. She didn't really have a favorite dinosaur, and I had to break the terrible news to her that not only is "pterodactyl" not an individual species, it's also not a dinosaur. Devastating, I know.
Her presence was so comforting. She laughed at all of my jokes, she complimented my makeup, and she flashed glares at anyone staring at me. Almost as though she was guarding me. Like she had staked a claim on me. These were assumptions on my part, as I didn't know if she was into me, and part of me didn't care. She clearly enjoyed my presence. That was all that mattered in that moment, and I certainly appreciated the free drink. I was already tipsy off my first two, but I threw caution to the wind. Who cares if I get a bit sloshed? I'm having fun tonight.
Over time, I loosened up. I was still stricken by her, but she no longer felt as imposing or intimidating. The warmth of her enchanting eyes softened my mind and relaxed my muscles. I listened to her describe her living situation, what she looks for in a partner, and the racy things she's into.
"Nothing too crazy." She told me. "I like to... be a little rough. Fuzzy handcuffs, things of the sort. Hope you don't think I'm some sort of deviant." She joked.
I couldn't help but stare at her lips as she spoke. I almost felt guilty, imagining all of the things I wanted to do to her while she told me about herself. I thought of her lips pressed against mine. Against my belly. Against my thigh. Wrapped around my most intimate parts. My face grew red as I stared, and I'm certain she noticed.
My mind had steadily become clouded with intoxication. It had been a while since I last drank, so perhaps it was simply affecting me more. My tone of voice had grown far more easygoing and loud.
"Y'know? Y'know you're preeetty?" My speech began to slur. "I never as'd your name. Wha'ss your name?" I took another long sip of my drink.
She giggled at my drunkenness, which was growing more obvious. "Emerald, sweetie. But you can call me Em."
"Em-er-ald. Tha'ss pretty. You're pretty." My thoughts spilled out of my mouth without hesitation.
"Aww, you're a sweet little lady, aren't you? What's yours?" Emerald asked with a smile.
"Lilllly. Like the flowers." I rested my chin on my palm and smiled, still hopelessly caught in her gaze.
"Well that's quite a lovely name, little Lily." She spoke teasingly.
"Little?! Hey, I'm-I'm taller than you!"
"Taller, maybe..." She gestured to my platform boots. "But look at you. You're so frail that I could probably throw you, silly."
"Yeah? Well... well maybe I want you t' throw me?" My disastrous attempt at an advance slipped out of my mouth, and I immediately regretted my words. Maybe I want you to throw me? Really?
"Oh? Well maybe I'd love to." To my infinite shock, she reciprocated. Of course, I know now that I did embarrass myself. She was always going to take me regardless. We bounced flirtatious remarks back and forth for about another thirty minutes and nursed our drinks. I on my gin and juice, and she on her dirty martini. I had just finished my last cocktail when I checked the time on my phone. The screen was harsh and bright. It was so hard to focus that I had to ensure my glasses were still on my face. When I finally managed it, the numbers appeared as if they were waving. 11:30.
"Oh man, I g... I gossa go home. I'ss late." I stood up to my slightly wobbly feet.
Emerald perked up and took my hand. "Oh, no, young lady. You are absolutely not going home in that condition. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt."
"Bu-But I..." I started, before Emerald cut me off.
"Why don't I take you to my place? It's nearby, and we can help you feel better before I take you home. Sound okay?" Her voice was reassuring.
It sounded too good to be true. This enchanting woman, offering to take me home with her. My face grew red as my prior fantasies returned to me. Far more cloudy than before, but taking over all of my thoughts.
"O-Okhay. That ssounds good."
She placed the olive from her glass into her mouth as she stood up from her seat and led me by my hand out of the bar. My face was numb and buzzy, and my legs were uncooperative. I felt as though I had never been this impaired before, I even needed help getting into the car and buckling my seatbelt. My memory of the ride is a bit of a blur. I stared mostly in silence at the trees, scenery, and signs as we passed by. The world looked as if it was pulsing. As if my vision was slightly zooming in and out. I lifted my glasses and rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my vision back to normal, and eventually deciding on keeping my eyes closed to keep my stomach settled.
We arrived at her house, and I sat with a blank expression as I observed my surroundings to process where I was. I got my grips, and opened the door. Emerald was already stood outside, waiting to help me out. How did she get there? Was she just fast? Or did it take me longer to process my surroundings than I'd thought? I tried to pull myself out of the car, and found I was incapable. I wasn't strong enough. I began to worry that something was happening to me.
"You have to unbuckle your seatbelt first, silly girl." Emerald reached in and freed me, before nearly lifting me up and placing me in a standing position next to her.
I blushed as I took her hand and followed her in silence, not wanting to acknowledge my embarrassing mistake. She led me inside and I braced my eyes for a harsh and burning white flash, only to be pleasantly surprised by warm, low light reflecting off of dark wood trim and brown walls. Everything looked so inviting and soothing to the eyes. She led me further inward, and I was essentially magnetized to the burgundy chair she stopped me at. A covering on the chair made a strange crinkling noise beneath me, but I hardly noticed. I assumed it was some fancy way of keeping vintage furniture nice.
"Let me get you some water, okay? We need to help you feel better."
I nodded, letting out a weak "Mhm."
Emerald left me in the living room as she prepared my water. I looked around at the soothing decor, a testament to her passion for interior design. The chocolate hues and vase of flowers on the coffee table kept my mind occupied until she returned and handed me the glass.
"Fhank you." I smiled at her in gratitude and placed the rim to my lips, letting the cold water pour down my waiting throat. I took a deep breath after finishing nearly the entire cup, and relaxed. She sat on a sofa adjacent to the chair, watching me in silence. She was... grinning. Admiring my natural beauty, I presumed.
As I waited to sober up, something felt wrong. My vision was growing wavier. My body felt heavy and weak.
"Emmm, I..." I could hardly speak. I was trying to focus on my words with everything I had. There was something wrong with me.
"Som'fing... my h-head..."
I felt a strange feeling growing between my legs. A faint warmth that I couldn't quite identify, as my entire body was overtaken with unfamiliar sensations. It began to spread beneath me and travel down my legs.
"Goodness, Lily, you're pissing yourself!" Emerald stood up with surprise--which I now know was feigned--and quickly moved over to me.
"Peee?"
My unsteady head turned downward, and her words were confirmed. A puddle was slowly dripping from my seat to the floor beneath me. I could hardly comprehend what I was seeing. My confusion and upsettedness were clouded so densely by the haze in my mind. All I could do was whine. My mind and mouth both refused to create words. I dropped my glass and spilled the remainder of the water onto the floor, contributing to the puddle as tears began to flow uncontrollably from my eyes.
"I... I..." I sniffled.
"Shh-shh-shh." Emerald leaned in and wrapped her warm arms around me. Her presence was comforting. My mind was scattered and confused, as I pieced together what she did.
"Y-Youu... My wa'er... My dj'ink..." I tried to stammer out furious accusations through my tears. My words came out slowly, as if they were passing through mud.
"Let's get you out of these yucky clothes, missy." Her change of tone was not lost on me. She was talking to me like I was a child.
She guided me to the floor from the chair that... remained dry underneath the conspicuous covering. She planned this. Even in my terribly impaired state, I could see this. But I couldn't respond. I couldn't comprehend it. I hardly knew what was happening when she began to remove my soaked dress and boots. I was left cold and exposed aside from my soiled panties and wet socks, which were also removed wordlessly. I tried to cover my breasts and private parts, but my hands disobeyed me. They waved uselessly beside my torso before they were grasped and placed back on the floor.
Emerald stroked my chest and whispered. "Just relax, baby. Let Mommy take care of you."
My mind was stirred in a confusing mess of fear and comfort. I could hardly form a coherent thought. I let my arms relax, trying to focus my eyes on something, anything to keep me grounded. The only visual respite I could return to lie inside of those bright blue eyes of hers. Those comforting, captivating eyes. I nodded. I didn't even know what I was nodding to. It felt natural, nearly involuntary. She ran her finger along my cheek and retrieved a canvas bag from behind the chair I previously sat in. She reached in, and produced a fluffy pink bit of cloth and a bottle of sweet-smelling powder.
"Mm-mmh!" I shook my head weakly as she cleaned my most sensitive areas with a cold wipe.
"Awww, I know, darling. Little Lily's so fussy, isn't she? We'll get you in some fresh, new... more appropriate clothing soon, okay?"
I let out an angered whine. It was all I could do as Emerald lifted me up and placed the diaper beneath my exposed backside, gently placing me back down onto the powder-covered plush. It felt... nice, admittedly. She sprinkled a generous amount of powder on my crotch, before pulling the thick cloth upward and taping it snugly to hug my hips. I whimpered in embarrassment and helplessness as she pulled me to a sitting position, making a taunting crinkling noise as I moved. I tried again to cover my exposed chest before she lifted my arms to pull an oversized pastel-purple shirt over my head. When she finished adjusting it into place, I looked down to see a big, yellow flower print on the front.
"Nnot baaby." I insisted, amidst the irony of being incapable of reading the wavy, upside-down writing emblazoned above the flower on my chest. My words slurred and struggled to escape my lips as I looked at her with my best attempt at an angered expression. I tried to pull myself to my feet, but fell helplessly back onto my puffy bottom after lifting myself less than three inches from the floor.
My struggling evoked nothing but endeared laughter from Emerald as she pulled a makeup wipe from her purse, and steadied my movements to erase the meticulously-crafted tough and dark exterior I applied to my face.
"This is quite inappropriate for such a little girl, Lily." Her patronizing words infuriated me, as much as I was capable of the feeling.
"Not... mmmh." My words eluded me.
My black lipstick and thick eyeliner were easily wiped from my skin, as if to symbolize the ease at which she gained control of me. She lifted me up off the floor, almost effortlessly. My attempt at struggle was manifest in a few twitches and taps against her chest as she sat down on the couch, laying me on my side across her lap and stroking my hair.
"It's going to be okay, sweetie. Mama's here."
I internally screamed at the confusing and genuine comfort I was feeling in her grasp. The situation was terrifying. She was terrifying. And yet, she was my only solace. The one there to care for me in my useless state. My frustrated vocalizations steadily calmed to silence. My head was so clouded. The words of resistance in my mind were swept away by the ocean current of the substances that disconnected me from my body. I let myself fully relax as I looked upward into her eyes. Emerald smiled down at me as she unzipped her dress. It fell to reveal a matching red bra, which was also removed. I was mesmerized by the sight of her breasts. Images of my fantasizing while sitting across from her in the bar returned to me. Her words rang in my head. Mama's here.
"Ma...ma..." My lips formed the word naturally.
Her eyes lit up as her throat produced a giggle.
"That's right, baby!" I smiled. Why did I smile? I was so confused. I couldn't understand what was happening to me.
Her arm lifted my head upward toward her breast. I knew exactly what she wanted, and I wanted it as well, whether I knew it or not. I parted my lips, allowing her nipple to enter my mouth. I began to suckle instinctively, much to her delight. My breath was stolen away as her sweet, smooth milk flowed into my mouth and down my throat. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? The last grasps of rationality struggled for dominance of my mind against the all-encompassing serenity I was feeling. Why do I... love it so much?
Mama...
She began to gently stroke the front of my diaper as my thoughts faded away. The only focus I was capable of fixated on the wonderful sensation of her fingers, the gentle crinkling that was produced as she caressed me, and the warm, sweet liquid draining into my stomach. There was nothing tangling me in worry. It was as though her milk was cleansing me of any apprehension or fear that was left within me. I hardly noticed when my bladder once again gave in, and released a spread of blissful warmth across my crotch. I didn't need to concern myself with leaks, or making a mess. The comforting heat of my urine traveled across my previously dry diaper as my eyes began to flutter.
I had nearly fallen asleep before I opened my eyes to see Mama pulling her dress back over her shoulders. She wiped a trickle of milk that was running down my cheek, and slipped a lavender pacifier between my still-parted lips to match my infantile shirt, which I accepted without question. Mere hours prior, I had been dressed in my flashiest, most mature outfit. A teasing black dress. Meticulous, darkly colored makeup that accentuated my beauty and gave me a sexy visage of mystery. Footwear that increased my height to summon a more powerful presence to me.
All of that was now gone. I was being gently led to my wobbling feet--nearly incapable of balance--in a soaked diaper and a babyish shirt, suckling on a pacifier. There was no tease, no mystery. No imposing stature. Anybody who laid eyes upon me could see everything that I was, with nothing to hide behind.
I... I think.
Is this what I truly was? What I am? I don't remember anymore. It was out of my hands. Mama decided for me, and judging by the glee in her eyes as she watched me sway back and forth while grasping her hand for balance, she was very happy with her decision. She slowly led me by my hand down the hallway. My steps were clumsy and unsteady, not at all helped by the thick, saturated padding between my thighs. Every step was increasingly difficult. With every suckle, my eyelids grew heavier. I wanted nothing more than to lay my weary head to rest.
"S'eepy..." My tired lips produced the word without thought. The response I received was a silent stroke of my hand with Mama's caring thumb.
We approached a door at the end. It opened to what I expected to be her bedroom, where we would lie together and I would fall asleep in her arms. What I was presented with instead, was an oversized nursery. Complete with a night light, a crib with an extra set of bars to cover the top, and a soft table in the corner. It was entirely decorated with saccharine pastel colors and animals. I didn't have the energy to take in my surroundings. My eyes and feet were led immediately to the cozy bed I saw before me.
I placed my hands on the soft mattress and was immediately lifted by Mama's strong hands into a supine position. It felt so nice to lay down. She placed a black plush bear in my arms, about the size of my torso, and I squeezed it lovingly. Every sensation I felt after bringing myself to a resting position was bliss. The soothing warmth between my legs and against my bottom. The blanket that cradled my body. Mama's sweet fingers running through my hair. The comforting hug of the collar as she fastened it around my neck, and the sweet rattling of the chain that connected it to the side of the crib. The gentle kiss she placed on my cheek. The secure click of the padlock that left me imprisoned after the bars had been raised and the top had been closed, fitting together to create a wooden cage. The smooth pacifier bobbing between my lips. Her caressant voice which filled my ears and washed over me like a warm bath. Everything that graced my mind was like a lullaby.
"Sweet dreams, little Lily. You're mine now. Forever. Your silly mind probably can't understand that right now, though."
The giggle that rose from her throat. It was all so lovely. So serene.
finally made one of my biggest posts into an actual story!! i honestly kind of hate that post. i didn't expect it to get big, i was just horny fantasizing and it sort of jarringly switched from a fantasy text post format to a story format with no transition. it was made before i really knew i wanted to express myself through writing on this blog, and before i was versed in writing smut. i'm kind of surprised so many people like it. it's a nice fantasy, but it's it's quite poorly written. regardless, here you go, loves.
i was actually mostly imagining myself as emerald while writing this story, but i placed myself as the protagonist because it was based on a text post that was written in first person. that's the wonderful thing about being switchy though, isn't it?
also: dionaea is the name of the genus that contains the venus fly trap.
gin and cranberry is my favorite drink, though i did think it was a cute contrast to have me drinking juice and emerald drinking a more stereotypically mature cocktail as a little bit of foreshadowing.
remember that this is fiction, don't accept a drink at a bar from anyone but the bartender. and obviously don't fucking drug anyone.
"good boy, just a couple more inches, you're taking me so well." They croon as they push the thick dildo into my ass, ignoring my desperate whimpers against the dildo gag in my mouth. It's too much, the chafe of the ropes on my skin, the pressure of the dildo on my tongue making me drool all over myself, the stretch of the dildo in my cunt and the grinding of the thickness in my ass. I'm so full that my cock is twitching, throbbing, aching with need. The flared base meets my ass and they grin, "there you go! Good boy, I knew you could do it!" they smile and spank my ass cheek hard, I clench and the dildo in my cunt shoots out a few inches, "no, keep them all inside," they smile as they push it back in, grinding the heel of their hand against my cock and laughing at how quickly I cum.
the degradation of object insertion - something inside you that reaaaally isn't meant to be - is heightened so much more with food.
make me shove tomatos and oranges up my ass and watch me push them out, the fruits squishing out their juice as my ass squeezes down on them, leaving my ass a sloppy mess.
you mush them up by making me fuck a cucumber into the same hole, pushing them deeper and making them dissolve into sludgy jam. that hard
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