Thoughts on “Dykebreaking” -- Your sexuality is Servant.
So there are so many posts out there about fucking a lesbian straight. So called "dykebreaking". This isn’t one of them.
Oh don't get me wrong the idea making a lesbian my sex slave is hot as Hades, but I don't want to "fuck her straight". No, not at all. And if we are being intellectually honest it;s not going to happen. But it doesn't matter.
Because I don’t want to turn her straight. I don’t want her to lust after or crave men, or cock. Not at all. But I do want to break her so she will serve me. Training her so she can perform better than a high-end escort, to do things that would make most porn starlets blush, to know exactly how to use her hands and her mouth to please a man.. To be the best cocksucker imaginable, worshiping my cock and balls. Teaching her how I expect her to ride my cock to make it feel amazing for me, to clench her cunt around my cock as she rocks on it. To know how to make it last so I don’t cum to fast, to draw out the pleasure I take in her body. Making her take my cock in her ass, to suffer through it for me. She may not like sex with men, but she will become very very good at it.
I want to break her down, and train her to be the best fuck doll any girl could be. But all the while she craves the touch, the scent of a woman. I want sex for her to be an act of service, a duty she performs, and a stellar performance. But not something she wants or enjoys.
Maybe, just maybe, if she's good enough, I'll let her fuck another woman, but only while I watch, and only with the understanding that the two of them are putting on a show for me, the even then it's for my enjoyment
I want to make her sexuality “servant” and I want her to be very, very good at it Better than any het girl
(This is a true story. C and I first met online, and we’d exchanged numerous messages over many nights, getting to know each other getting increasingly more sexual and kinky over time. A safeword was agreed on and I knew that anal and being forced were huge kinks for her. By the time we actually met the heat was up near maximum.)
She had driven up to my place to spend the weekend. Things started with us making out on my sofa. My hands were all over her, rubbing and grabbing her tits through her blouse, and then up under it, pushing her bra and top up over them to expose those dark nippled little tits, and feel their soft warm skin and hard brown nipples under my grasp. Her hand was rubbing my bulge through my pants, and I was at least as worked up as she was at this point. After satisfying myself by playing with her tits for a few minutes, I slid my hand down, and swiftly, had her jeans unbuttoned, and my hand started to slide down over her mons, towards her cunt.
And that’s when she decided to try and wriggle out of my grasp. As she tried to slide out of my grip I moved with her, we landed on the floor, my back against the couch, and she tried to pull away. Tits out, pants undone, she wrestled with me untilI finally got her pinned on the floor under me. I had her wrists in my hands and was straddling her thighs, my body weight pressing on her naked tits.
For a brief foolish moment I thought I’d won at that point, holding her pinned to the ground, out of breath and half naked. But K had more fight in her. She paused and caught her breath. Oh, she wanted to lose, we both knew that by then. But she didn’t want to, and wasn’t going to let herself lose easily. She fully intended to make me earn my victory, to make me force her.
Overconfidently, I let go of one of her wrists and sat up, freeing my one hand to reach down for the waistband of her blue jeans. That;s when she started to buck and twist underneath me, fighting like a wildcat trying to escape. And the wrestling started again. At one point I tried to push my hand down her panties and she twisted away, rolling onto her stomach, and that proved to be her undoing.
I sat my full weight down on the backs of her thighs, and leaned onto her back, pinning her to the floor. I easily outweighed her by a good 50 lbs and with her legs pinned she could not lift herself with just her arms, and face down she couldn't use them to protect herself anymore either. But she wasn't done fighting. As I used just one hand at a time to pull her jeans down over her ass, and held her with the other she would wriggle and buck. She couldn’t stop me at this point, but she could make it harder for me, and delay what was now inevitable.
I got her jeans and panties down to almost mid thigh, and then she clamped her legs together tight. I think she expected me to try to pull her pants the rest of the way down and off, and was going to use that opportunity to try and wriggle away again. She was in for a little surprise.
Instead I just reached between us and pulled my cock out, its hard length resting on the crack of her ass.I think she froze a little then, realizing what I was going to do next. The head slipped between her cheeks, pressing against the tight ring. With my weight on her legs and my arms over hers she could hardly move at all, and certainly not enough to stop me from impaling her ass. I pushed in slowly feeling her ring spread and open grudgingly. As the head of my cock popped in she grunted, and I continued to push in deeper intl I had the full length of my cock buried in her ass.
I shifted my grip on her, releasing her wrists, sliding my arms under her, and holding her by the shoulders. I began to pump my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of her ass, each thrust followed by another pained grunt from her ass I bottomed out in her ass. I kept this up, slow, steady and relentless, her dry asshole tight around my shaft until I finally came groaning in pleasure as I did.
I didn't pull out immediately, instead holding her still, letting my cock slowly soften inside her, until it slipped out. I then sat up, and pulled her ass cheeks apart, to see the tiniest bit of cum leaking out of her, relishing my victory, before letting her up and cuddling her back up on the sofa, her clothes still in disarray.
TW: this is a fantasy about a non-consensual situation. Keyword Fantasy.
Sometimes life calls for a change, maybe it was a midlife crisis hitting late, or something else, but the old routine wasn't cutting it anymore, I was feeling dead inside. So I sold off the house, the furniture, and all the years of accumulated crap, And found a small apartment in an older building close to downtown. The building was mostly rented by younger people, Couples, and people apartment sharing, the odd solo renter like me. The rent was modest, but with that came a certain disregard by the landlord for a lot of maintenance tasks. Though I did stand out as the one “old guy” in the building.
About a couple of weeks after moving in, while having my morning coffee on the balcony, I was treated to the sight of one of my neighbours sunbathing. Cute girl, short and way too busty to be wearing a bikini that small. . But I wasn’t going to complain, I just sipped my coffee and enjoyed the view. Fortunately for me, she liked to work on her tan right around the same time I liked to have my coffee. Or maybe I changed my coffee schedule to match her sunbathing schedule. We’d run into each other in the hallway every few days,say hi, exchange11pleasantries but that was about it. Until…
It was a few months later and we ran into each other in the hallway, this time literally, she ran right into me, and started to apologize, mumbling something about not getting any sleep. Playing the usual game of meaningless pleasantries,I asked why, and was met with a stream of profanities directed at the landlord, the maintenance guy and about everyone else connected to the rental industry because after over a week no one was fixing the dripping faucets and the noise was driving her crazy at night.
“I know you don’t really know me , butI used to own my own place and can handle basic maintenance like that, I had to do mine just last month, I gave up on the assholes ever getting to it. It would take me about 30 minutes to fix yours, tops. In and out. I even have the washers left over.”
She looked up at me like no one had ever done her even a minor kindness in her life and said “really? You could?” I was pretty sure it was an act, because pretty girls will do that to get guys to do things for them all the time. But it was a good act.
“ sure, I can grab my tool box now if you want? “
“You can?”
…
And that’s how I ended up following her into her bedroom, as she showed me to the en-suite bath.
At that point it was almost too easy. I just placed on foot behind her back foot, reached outf and grabbed a fistfull of her hair right at the base of her neck and pulled her back hard.She lost her balance and I threw her face down over the edge of the bed. The rudeness and the impact knocked the wind out of her, and as she bounced up from the bed I shoved my knee into the small of her back pinning her tiny frame down with my full weight. I growled “Now just be a good girl, and it will be easier for you”
She just froze in place as I reached into my tool bag for the zip cuffs and pulled both of her hands behind her back and tightened the cuffs around her small wrists. Even if she started to struggle now, she wouldn;t be able to put up any real fight.
With my weight still pressed into the small of her back I grabbed the waistband of her leggings,and pulled them down over her ass, revealing the thong running between her ass cheeks. I paused for a moment to admire it up close for the first time. It was even better up close than from my balcony, smooth firm globes framed by her legging and thong. I ran my hand over her ass, and she shivered, and I pulled my hand up and gave each cheek a hard swat, leaving my handprint in bright red marking her near perfect ass. She whimpered then. That just made my cock harder.
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’m imagined fucking this tight little ass while you flaunted it sunbathing. Now I’m going to” And I pulled her panties down. She made her first struggle then, futilely trying to wriggle out from under my weight as her panties and leggings got pulled down to her knees. Between my weight and the zip cuffs she got nowhere, But that shit had to be dealt with. I grabbed her hair again, and pulled her over onto her side, and slapped her hard, back and forth across her face, three times. The sudden sharp pain hurt and shocker her. I could see the tears starting to well in her eyes, and the bruise starting to form on the cheek I’d back handed.
Flipping her back onto her stomach, I held her down with one hand as I pulled my already hard cock free, and lined the head up with her little slit. As she felt the head pressing against her cunt lips she began to whimper and beg. “Please don’t.. I won’t say anything I won’t tell anyone just please…” I cut her babbling short by pushing hard into her cunt. There was a little resistance at first, but her cunt lips parted easily around my cock, and I buried my cock deep into her with one thrust. She screamed as I entered her, and god she was tight and hot around my cock. I waited a moment, enjoying her tightness, before I started to thrust in and out of her dry cunt, short hard painful thrusts, so she knew this was just about me, and I slid my hands up under her top and shoved her bra up over her tits. I grabbed them, my fingers digging in hard, and used her tits as handles to pull her back onto my cock each time I drove into her cunt. It wasn't long before she started getting wet, they always do. As her cunt juices started to flow, I made my thrusts longer and deeper, “That’s it get wet for me you little whore. You like it, the slut just loves getting fucked, don’t you?” From the whimpering sound of her voice as she tried to deny it, she’d started to cry. I dug my fingers deep into her huge tits hard enough to leave bruises, and thrust in hard and deep, held myself there for a long moment, and then pulled out. I didn’t want to cum yet.
I let go of her tits, and pressed one hand hard between her shoulder blades, forcing her down harder in to the mattress with my weight, and with the other I guided the head of my cock to her tight little ass, and started to push, slowly forcing her little back hole to stretch open around the head. She started begging again, sharp hoarse whispers this time “please stop.. Please … please please no” as my cock sank deeper and deeper into her, until I was buried balls deep in her ass. I waited for just a moment, then began to pump my cock in and out of her, long slow deep thrusts, not because I wanted to be gentle, but because I wanted her to feel every bit of the violation. As I fucked her ass I could hear her muffled sobs as she cried into the mattress, and feel then wracking her chest with the hand still pressing her down into the bed. Between her tears, and the tightness I couldn’t last long. I started to thrust faster, driving my cock into her furiously, until I pushed my full length into her and held it there as I came Jet after jet of warm thick cum shooting deep into her bowels. God I had needed this.
Spent, I just held the now tearfully whimpering girl down as my cock slowly softened inside her, then finally slipped with a little plop, I held her cheeks apart and watched as a tiny bit of my cum dribbled out of her ass, then grabbed the zip-cuffs and secured them around her ankles, and then secured those to her wrists, and stuffed a pair of her panties in her mouth, leaving her gagged and bound hogtied on the bed.
I picked up my tools, continued into the en-suite bath and spend the next 20 minutes replacing the washers in her leaky faucets. She was still crying quietly as I cut off the zip-cuffs before leaving.
Patriarchy vs Patriarchy Kink, or It’s Not All Women, It's Just You.
Full on patriarchy girls amuse me. Before I get too far in, I do love patriarchy kink. But I find girls deep into the patriarchy amusing. The ones claiming it to not be a kink, but professing it to be the one true way to live. (Lets not digress into a rant about “One True Wayism”) It’s kind of like having a four year old explaining to you how things work. It's funny in the most humiliating way for herto hear to from an adult woman.
History is replete with examples of strong and accomplished women who surpassed men in their field, despite the extra barriers, and the increasing number of cases where we have found that the men in authority simply took credit for the work of women, and even got Nobel prizes for the women’s work in their fields. Hell if you are posting on a wifi or cellular data connection, your very post depends on the invention of frequency hopping radio technology, and that was done by Hedy Lamar. Yes that Hedy Lamar, the bombshell actress invented the frequency hopping technology that Wi-Fi, Cell phones and Bluetooth could not exist or function without. Ironic.
But here comes “little miss patriarchy is real girl” trying to tell everyone withing shouting distance how it “really really is.” Not because she's right, because she isn't. But because it’s easier, and emotionally safer for her to believe it’s all women, rather than just her own personal inferiority. That there isn’t something deficient or broken in her psyche, because all women are that way. That she’s just not responsible for the way her life is, for the way things are.
It helps her rather pathetically broken sense of self esteem to believe that it’s not her fault she’s like this, but that it’s because she’s a woman.
And you know what? I’m going to let her go right on believing that, because that is even more pathetically amusing to me than it just being a kink. She's doing so much of the work of breaking her for me.
He's on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed. He's holding your wrists tightly, pinned just either side of your shoulders His bare cock is thrusting in and out of your all too wet and unprotected cunt when suddenly he stops moving. You can feel him in you, thick and throbbing. He looks you dead in the eyes, and says "I'm not pulling out this time"
He can see the panic in your eyes. "Go a head, struggle" And you do, trying desperately to get his cock out of your cunt, trying futilely to push him off, thrashing under him, desperately trying to wiggle out from under him. But with your hands gripped tightly, his weight on you and his hard cock pinning your cunt, it's pointless. But you keep trying, knowing the consequences if he cums in you. But then you feel it, his cock pulsing inside you, you feel spurt after spurt of warm semen shot deep into you. You hear his moan as he cums, his sigh as he releases in you. His voice as he looks into your frightened doe eyes, just that long exhale "fuuuuuuuck, so fucking gooood" All the fight goes out of you, there's no point now, you've lost, he came in you, in your unprotected cunt. He's lying on top of you, his spent cock still hard inside you, his breathing slowing back to normal. "It's all your fault baby, you made me cum."
t was our first time in person after a lot of chatting online and on the phone. She knew what to expect and what I expected of her. I had made her repeat the rules over and over for me:
"I deserve to be fucked in the ass."
"My mouth belongs on Master's cock"
"Whatever comes out of Master's behind in my mouth"
The previous evening, within minutes of through her apartment door I had her naked on her knees, her face buried in the cushions of her sofa. I pushed the head of my cock into her dry and until then virgin asshole. I took her slowly, intentionally dragging out her painful anal deflowering. And she suffered through it all beautifully for me. She even thanked me for not using lube.
When I woke the next morning I looked at her, and nodded. She crawled over, weekend her little hand around the bed of my cock and then her lips around the head, and waited. It took a few moments of concentration before I could relax and release the first spurt of my morning piss into her mouth. She swallowed with very little hesitation. Spurt after spurt followed, and she drank it all down little the good little degradation slut she was.
It really set the tone for our whole relationship.
It was movie night at Heinous House. The movie "we" were going to watch was picked out, and I settled down on the sofa. Michelle moved to settle in beside me, but that's when I stopped her, pointing to the floor in front of me.
She obediently knelt there, looking up at me. "You're going to suck my chick while I watch the movie. There are two rules, first is that you sing make me cum until the final credits roll, and the second is that your mouth, lips or tongue must always be touching my cock." She tried to negotiate, saying her jaw would-would hurt too much sucking that long, but I reminded her of the rules, my cock didn't have to be IN her mouth the whole time, only that some part of her lips mouth or tongue had to be in contact with it. I think it clicked then for her because she lowered her mouth to mu cock and I leaned back and started the movie.
For the next hour and forty two minutes I was treated to the best cock worship she could muster up. She varied her pace, and her technique, Kissed the head lovingly and swirled her tongue around hit. curled her tongue to tease the frenum, and in one of most creative techniques would purse her lips together, and run then along the sides and bottom of my shaft. her spit pooled on my balls and dripped down to the couch cushions. For the most part I just ignored her and watched the movie, though she would from time to time elicit a gasp or moan, or I would run my fingers through her silky black hair. When the film concluded and the credits began to roll she took my fully in her mouth her tongue pressed hard to the underside of my shaft and sucked hard, moving her head up and down going from tip to base with each stroke. I did not last long at all, and came in her mouth with a powerful shuddering orgasm. For a long while after I just sat there with her head in my lap, caressing her cheek and running my fingers through her hair.
Does this look familiar? the tumblr thought police got me at 2500 followers...
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