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Boyfriend mentioned tying me to a chair and showing me pictures of things I'm scared of so he could jerk off to my yelps. Called him a freak (sexually) like I wasn't dripping wet at the idea too.
Like why don't you take it a step further, tie my hands up and stick a VR head set on me and watch me sob and panic. If youre gonna jerk off I can put on a show for you X3 <33. Make me watch videos of bugs and crawl your hands up my exposed back to listen to me screech and flail and beg.
predator and prey scene but i don’t have a flight response so i just stare at you in terror instead of running
is this anything lmk
date idea you come over and i show you something scary and you hide and whimper into my shoulder and fail to conceal your throbbing erection 👀
gets you really genuinely afraid and makes you cry
Okay okay okay. When I was doing the kink jars in my intro post, I put I didn't like needle play because I am terriiiiified of needles. I sob when I get IVs...that being said, I also get off on my own fear. I wanted to jerk off so bad after having a panic attack on a climbing wall. And while I probably wouldn't love it if I was actually injected or stabbed. I love the idea of being strapped down to a table, someone standing over me with a needle full of testosterone.
He laughs when I start hyperventilating at the sight of it. I close my eyes to ignore it, but it just makes it worse when I can hear his footsteps circle me, and I know hes eyeing me up. He grabs my hair and pulls my head down, dragging the tip of the needle over my neck. Gooood, I can barely breathe and theres tears in my eyes because I don't want this. He runs his hand down my body, rubbing his thumb over my veins. He'll line the needle up like hes gonna plunge it into me and mock me when I scream and cry and beg for him not to. Because he wasn't reaaally gonna do it...even if he was thinking about it. And he thinks I would make such a good guy. I drags it so close to me skin, and I can feel the scratch of it tearing me up. I can squirm, its really simple restraints, but if I did Id risk the needle piercing into me skin. And at the point I was really asking for it wasn't I? And he should really do it for me? So I have to stay still even though he keeps getting rougher with me skin, and I can barely breathe, and I can't stop shaking, and I can't keep my eyes off how tight his pants are. Mnnbgh.
Of course this is unrealistic, and I couldn't do this without my inhaler being next to me the entire time, but God the idea is hot.
People should send me asks talking about their fears/phobias. For normal non pervert reasons.
are you still wearing that leash little girl? How about those cuffs? You better keep them on all day. You better be smoking too little toy. I want you nice and stoned so that the ick men and women who are superior to you can use you more easily.
mmhm im getting verrry stoned while i stay tied up and grinding my pillow hehe im gonna be super slutty and stoned todayy 🩷😋
I miss him. So I’m getting over my embarrassment and awkwardness to type this…
And also the freak thoughts are taking over.
Read tags for CWs
Thinking about his teeth on my neck as he threatens to kill me.
He finally caught me. All I can do is lay there with my legs damn near my shoulders. Basically folded in half while I claw at him, begging for him to stop. To let me go. That I won’t tell anyone if he just lets me go.
But he’s already fucking into my sopping cunt. It’s wet without me wanting it to be. I’m just prey, a chunk of meat for him to use. To eat.
Carving me up and testing how much I can take. Knife ghosting over my ribs so I’m too afraid to move.
Next thing I know he’ll shove his knot into me, probably make me bleed because of the size. He won’t care. He just laughs and calls me his bunny. He’d probably love how I whine and cry.
I beg him not to cum inside me. I still get wetter at the thought.
“Fuck— not inside please not inside—“
“Shut your mouth and use it instead.”
As he shoves his fingers and my mouth and breeds me full. Knot shoved inside to keep anything from spilling just yet. I’ll shake and sob. He won’t stop even if it’s too much, even if I squirt all over myself again nd again because it feels so good even thought I don’t want it.
He’ll leave me laying in the dirt, bloody with his cum dripping out of my preycunt.
And all I’ll do is cry. But he’ll tell me to stop crying because men just take it. So I do.
