#mean thoughts

[sundered-sadist]

What’s the value of your orgasms? No, seriously. How does your orgasm provide any sort of value to anyone around you?

They don’t. Your orgasms are purely selfish. I mean, we spend so much effort edging you, denying you, making sure that your brain focuses on me and only me. An orgasm ruins that hard work in a matter of minutes.

I don’t care how many reminders you need that you’re not a normal person. You don’t get to masturbate for fun, or have sex for pleasure. You’re meant to serve, please, and entertain. Your orgasms are an affront to that, they actively work against you fulfilling your only purpose.

Dumb, drippy things don’t deserve to cum. They deserve to edge, turn their brain off, and become a useful toy for people like me. Next time you beg to cum, remember that you’re being a selfish, greedy little whore who deserves denial and nothing more.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

i have been wanting to write some nasty, rough, CNC for silverusso since MAY.

[collectionofnothingstories-blog]

Sam’s Hair

So...my friend, who’s new to Supernatural, made a comment that she doesn’t by that Dean wouldn’t cut Sam’s hair in his sleep. We joked about how that’s why Sam is a light sleeper but then a darker thought came to me.... What if John kept the boy’s hair short when they were younger after Mary died, like his own little soldiers. But Sam was always the rebellious one, so he decided he wanted to grow it out as a symbol of freedom. And then John tried cutting it while Sam was sleeping when the kid refused to listen to his dad and it turned into this whole big thing. Until Dean put a stop to it and told John to leave it alone, let Sam have his long hair if he wanted it.

So as much crap as Dean gives Sam about his hair, he’d never take that freedom away from Sam because he helped him fight to keep it....

[sundered-sadist]

You don’t deserve to cum.

Your orgasms are a waste of time.

Your pleasure is irrelevant.

You’re meant to edge.

Edging keeps you pliant.

Your purpose is to be desperately horny.

Your dripping mess entertains others.

Your brain deserves to stay empty.

You’ll never cum again.

[sundered-sadist]

Edging them but making them talk to me and think while they do. Asking them confusing questions until they’re so dumb and out of it they can only pant and moan.

“Awwwh, your brain can’t keep up? Just too hard to think? That’s okay, I’ll do the thinking for you, you can trust me. See? You already feel better under my control, you know you prefer it when I control everything. Come here. Just grind on my shoe, enjoy the sensations and I’ll handle the rest from here. That’s a good, brainless doll.”

[sundered-sadist]

Lately, I’ve had this idea of using someone as foreplay. Being a sex toy is fun and all, but I think it adds another layer of degradation to be used only for foreplay. Not even letting someone be used to provide direct pleasure to others.

Think about it, two sadists want to have some fun, but they don’t want to hurt each other. So, they pull you out of your cage in the basement, dragging you up to their room by your hair.

They’ll take turns beating you, humiliating you, shocking you, making you cry, and making fun of your denial. They’ll inspire each other to be more mean to you, offering suggestions on how to increase your suffering even further. They’ll laugh at the drippy mess you can’t help but making, even though it hurts so much. Maybe one will straddle you and pin you down so you can’t squirm while the other canes you relentlessly.

Eventually, they’ll both be horny and ready to spend time with each other. Maybe if you’re lucky, you’ll be left under the bed or in the closet, listening to them being all intimate and soft with each other. Maybe you’ll just be waiting in your cage until next time. Toys do need to be put away after all.

[sundered-sadist]

Another convoluted one for you objectification lovers.

Cages in a dynamic are really important to me. I strongly believe in stripping away privileges like furniture and beds from submissives, so the natural result is a cage.

I’d love to keep you in a cage every night, all sensory deprived and bound. The fun part is, at least for a few days, I won’t remove your sensory deprivation. You’ll be let out of the cage, but still pretty helpless.

When I’m confident your brain is sufficiently mush, I’ll take you out on a picnic. You’ll get all of your senses back, except sight. I’ll have you wear some blackout contact lenses, and you’ll be fully dependent on me leading you through the park to our picnic.

When we’re there, I’ll shock you as I please with a shock collar wrapped around your thigh, under your dress. We’ll look like a perfectly vanilla, happy couple and nobody will be aware of just how helpless you are for me.

By the time we’re back home you’ll be begging to be turned back into my stored object.