#molarposts

[molarsbedroom]

i want to sob into someone’s neck after they’ve beaten me raw and be rocked back and forth as they apply ointment to my skin…

i think it would be really nice ❤️

[molarsbedroom]

blade to my thigh? blade to my thigh while you hold me please? listening to me breathe harder as harder as i’m forced to watch my own blood drool out of my wounds? ❤️

[molarsbedroom]

i want to be “rescued” but in a way where i’m still don’t get a say in what happens to me… i want to be found abandoned and bruised up and filthy and already raped in some alleyway, where my new handler finds me half-conscious. i’m too weak to run away, so i can’t do anything about how they put me in their car with nothing but a towel to wear so i don’t get the seats dirty.

they’ll take me back to their house and strip me naked again, gently shushing me as they put me into the bathtub. i’ll be sobbing, confused, but unable to do anything about their soapy hands running all over my sensitive, aching body.

they start moving their hands between my legs to clear out the stale cum that was stuffed up inside me earlier, and i start screaming. they just hush me again, telling me that “it’s all going to be okay, you poor thing” as they violate me all over again.

my new handler dries me off and takes me to bed. There’s nowhere for me to run.

[molarsbedroom]

a scenario i’ve been really loving recently is sitting on someone’s lap and cockwarming them with a full bladder, shuddering from the sensation of being stuffed full as they smoke

and then they snub their cig out onto my skin and start bouncing/rocking me on their lap, making sure i can really feel it while warning me about the consequences of pissing on them

they’ll offer a compromise: either they keep moving or they burn me with more cigarettes

of course, they’ll speed up and not give me any opportunity to think it through, sloppily fucking me until i beg for them to please, please burn me more

[molarsbedroom]

thinking about how my masochism doesn't really stop at pain but also loops in discomfort, and specifically how discomfort ties into humiliation... it doesn't hurt, so it shouldn't feel that bad, right? imagining someone saying things like

"You shouldn't be squirming around constantly because of panties that hug you just the wrong way or lace that's just a little too itchy, it doesn't even hurt."

"Why are you crying, I thought you wanted to be fucked? Yes, I know I'm using lube with a texture you hate. No, I'm not letting you go. Come back here."

meanwhile they're just making me do all these things and i can't stop them or even argue back because they're right! it doesn't hurt at all. it feels awful but it doesn't hurt, and i'm getting wet and desperate because it feels awful...

[molarsbedroom]

im like sooo sore!! I bet you’d be a great heating pad if you crushed me under your weight and we frotted our dicks together

[molarsbedroom]

i think being made to cry is hotter than cumming, i want to feel that awful sensation in my chest where everything gets to be too much and i just crumple into a wet pathetic mess of tears

i want to struggle against the ties that secure me to the bed as the person tormenting me gets closer and closer, their face going blurry as my eyes fill up with tears and i beg for them to stop it and to just let me go

i want someone to completely take me apart, not bothering to listen to my pleas and pushing me until i go glassy-eyed and compliant, still quietly sobbing

just. The humiliation. The vulnerability. The comfort… it’s everything to me

[molarsbedroom]

need to be comforted through getting raped so bad… someone cooing at me and stroking my hair as they fuck their way through every part of my body they want to get to know… it’s oddly comforting when your only option is to sit there and accept the fact that your violation is inevitable ❤️