Maybe time for a little intro for the little ghost! this is a wip so if the formatting is sloppy this one will fix it later. (currently on edit 4)
Hi peeps :3 this one is known as little ghost! it/its, but she/her r also ok. It’s as its name suggests, a ghost! Currently it is inhabiting the body of a princess, and has copied (stolen) a few characteristics from its friends! It’s not very obedient and not so bright, is very much a brat, but maaaaaybe it would be the slightest bit obedient towards its Betters, primarily fellow transfems :3
This is an nsfw blog so MINORS SHOO GO AWAY. n this one is transfem so TERFS BEGONE!!
This one is ownerless n missless n single ): it’s asks r always open, while dms r open to mutuals! (dms always open to fellow trans girly who wanna talk down to this one a little <3) it is a very very big sub and will blush if called a good girl, use this information very wisely!
topics covered will maybe be triggering for some, it is however not going to be tagging every single kink, this one is into some questionable things but it’s this one’s blog n it’s gonna post what it wants :P
#ghost thoughts will primarily be non horny thoughts floating thru one of this one’s heads
#subby ghost will be nsfw thoughts from the one n only little ghost :3
having a long dick is okay, having a thick dick is okay, but a long AND thick dick? girl it's not that fucking serious??? you don't have to destroy my pussy with your minmaxed dick???? stretching me out AND bulging me???? good fucking luck ever getting it to fit
being the level up tutorial lady has some perks, like now whenever a new player comes along she tells them the only way to grind their level is to grind against her. funny as fuck to never correct them. watching the heroine who will save the world whimper as she shoots another load against her thighs because she "just needs to get a bit stronger" never gets old.
she doesn't even know she's a secret boss and they unlock penetration options after beating her. she can't wait to see the look on her face after she realizes she could have been fucking her senseless each level instead of pathetically rubbing against her.
Sometimes silly things like you start to mistake physical strength for real independence. You get it in your head that because I can't hold you down myself, all of this is indulging me. The bed restraints wouldn't hold you if you really tried, right?
Go on, try it. Yea, funny, takes a bit more effort than you thought. Really try it, it was expensive! Oh, can my big strong dog not muscle their way out of it?
Now, I've got a whole slew of toys you've never let me try on you before. Canes, whips, knots... and friends coming over in an hour. We're going to make sure you really understand your place in the world, pet.
The sobbing is cute, but I'll need a lot more convincing than that.
You'd planned for months, but had been waiting for three agonizing weeks. You went to the same coffee shop as always, at the same time as always. Medium, hot, oat milk, 2 sugars. Turned the same way exiting, tracing the same route to the same library you visited every weekend.
She was the first girl to really get it. Your last ex left you because you wanted to do a safeword ignoring scene. Well, they said it was for other reasons. But you knew. You knew you really understood kink, and needed people who really understood kink in your life.
So when she steps out from the side alley, knife in hand, you play out the scene as planned. You don't have to work as hard you thought to make the trembling convincing. She's brusque, in person, and the knife is much bigger than you thought. Your heart races as she ratchets the zip cuffs around your wrists, and places the bag over your head. You wrinkle your nose, it stinks.
"Zoe, can you-"
"No talking. Move." She kicks at your calf, and you have to stumble forward, catching yourself by half steps, landing face first in what must be the open trunk. Musty blankets and itchy trunk liner. Hands, groping in your pockets for wallet, phone, keys. Zoe grabs your thighs, and lifts. Grunts. You dolphin a bit, folding yourself into the trunk. Its not accurate, but you don't want the scene to get stuck here.
The trunk slams shut. You're left in hot, scratchy silence. Short breaths. Musky might be the right word for the smell.
The car kicks to life. Your knees press uncomfortably against the trunk edge as Zoe accelerates. A sharp turn - your head smacks into the side wall. She's not a very good driver. You try to count the turns, the time between jerks of acceleration. How you would if this was real. But your focus is drawn away by what comes next, and it all blends into an uneven gait beneath you.
This is what your idiot former partners never understood. Light bondage here and there, oh, yea, indulge the idiot pervert girl in her damsel fantasies. None of them had been willing to do this for you. Zoe had never failed. She texted every morning, and remembered every detail.
Finally, the car rolls to full stop, and rumbles off. And you wait. And wait. This is it. The climactic scene where she stops "on the side of the road" and forces you to service her at gunpoint. Really, her backyard. With takeout after.
The trunk clicks open.
"Out."
You unfold sore limbs, helped not too kindly by Zoe's yanking. You stumble, catching the ground, and let her lead you by the wrists. She stops.
"There's three steps down in front of you. Right foot first."
There were no steps, in the plan. Your heart races. Zoe added something extra, just for you. You tentatively reach down, and hear the hollow metal clank of a steel stair. Two. Three. She has her hand on your neck, and ducks you through what must be a inner short door of a bulkhead entrance. Shuffle forward on stone.
A metal clasp bites around your exposed ankle. The hood comes off, and even the gloom is blinding for a moment.
Every post you've ever written. Some you didn't write, where you added long and rambling tags. DMs to her. Messages in public servers. Posts from accounts you never told her about, Instagram and LinkedIn. Photos rendered in flat, laser-printer color. Taped together in a sprawling mosaic across the concrete wall of a small room of her basement. You turn back to see the stairwell you'd descended. Heavy interior door, open to the stairs up to the storm door.
And the shackle, unplanned, padlocked onto your leg, a thick, short chain anchored to the corner, where a dog bed sat.
"Zoe, uh. Wow, this is amazing. You really added to the scene. Can. Can I get a check in before we keep going?"
Zoe looked at you with a pitying stare, and a lazy grin. She turns back to the stairs.
"I've got to go tie up some loose ends. Quit your job, send some mean texts to the friends you have left, dump your phone at a bus station. Hard to wait when I'm so close but, it's just a few more hours. I'll be back to talk about our new life together, sweetheart."
She closes the inner door of the storm stairs with a solid thump, plunging you into true darkness.
overconfident princess girl letting you hotdog her ass while she lays on her stomach and she keeps teasing you about how you want to fuck her so bad and her pussy is right there and you're so big and wet lmao you want to fuck her so bad it makes you look stupid, all while her pussy is only a single redirected thrust away from being fucked and you're already holding her down by her waist and she wouldn't even be able to stop you btw
i love combining degradation and praise like ur such a pretty little whore arent you. how did a girl as beautiful as you resort to behavior this slutty.
The idea of being covertly corrupted and brainwashed into someone's addicted, obsessed, and obedient plaything is so fucking hot.
It's also one of my biggest fears. Manipulated and gaslighted until I'm hopelessly enslaved, against my will and without me realizing it? Nightmare fuel.
On the other hand, the idea that someone would put that much effort into a long term brainwashing campaign specifically so they could have me the way they want me? Countless hours of planning, building trust, laying traps, implanted triggers, endless conditioning and priming -- what a beautifully colossal labor of love.
its hard for me finding a woman’s most pathetic traits extremely attractive. perhaps its because a woman of my status could naturally never even be seen in public with a smelly worthless shut-in, so my heart aches for what i can’t have. isn’t that romantic? to love a girl even though its forbidden? perhaps its because i want to degrade myself, bring myself down to the level of a complete loser like her. to defile my image of royal perfection. perhaps its the adoration i’d receive, being loved by someone of whom i am so far out of’s league. but the hardest part, truly, is that i expect god’s most pathetic woman to top.
With valentines day coming up, I'm sighing and kicking my feet at the idea of toying with someone's desperate, love-starved heart, convincing them to sink lower and lower for me, agreeing to new levels of degradation and pain, all to please me. That love and adoration in their eyes as I turn them into the perfect sex toy for me... Well, call me romantic I suppose 🥰
Crying and jolting in pain and grinding their teeth against screaming, just to choke out between gasps for air, "Thank you, I love you, thank you, thank you, I love you." Every cooing scrap of praise I spare while petting their head sweetly making them moan and tremble in pleasure. How hard their mind must be working to justify the humiliating, disgusting things I make them do, all for my love and devotion 😍
I snap my fingers and you hurry over to kneel at my feet expectantly, face turned up to me. I leisurely get around to turning to you and spit in your face. You can't help but flinch by reflex, despite all the training. But you remember to thank me profusely for it, hoping to make up for the misbehavior. It's amusing for a bit, but then I'm bored and I order you to shut up so you can try again. This time you take it with barely a disgusted whimper, not moving an inch, grateful for mercy and a second chance. Very good! You're learning.
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