After careful consideration
I have decided to become worse. I am going to try to start using this for anything other than lurking
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@thatonemouse
After careful consideration
I have decided to become worse. I am going to try to start using this for anything other than lurking
“I hate you.” “oh, I know. but this pussy loves me, so it doesn’t really matter.”
he’s so polite i wanna make him fuck me senseless and slap me across the face
i don't think i'll ever get over the fact that it literally actually feels good to be hypnotized though. i can't get over the fact that it even feels like anything. like that's crazy. i know i'm kind of placebo georg but still
Genuinely, it does feel really good.
It's rare for me to actually really get to engage with it, but being able to enter that mental state is really, really good.
Maybe it is a placebo in the sense that it's all in my head. But listen, it's hypnosis. It's all in my head anyways. If you've tricked my brain into thinking its been hypnotized, there is no meaningful difference than me actually being hypnotized.
i don't think i'll ever get over the fact that it literally actually feels good to be hypnotized though. i can't get over the fact that it even feels like anything. like that's crazy. i know i'm kind of placebo georg but still
We've entered the manic but also vaguely subby side of things which means that the mood is "I am the greatest fucking thing to ever exist and I need you to fuck me into the dirt to break my spirits and humiliate me" side of the kink things.
Or in other words, we're in my panel one girlboy arc.
The upside of using "Lex" as a neutral catch-all for me is that I can pretty easily swing between the various things I like to be called depending on gender. Alex or Alexander when I'm feeling more masc. Lexi or Alexis when I'm feeling more fem.
The downside is that I'm developing a compulsive need to destroy Superman. But hey. Take the good with the bad I suppose.
Its so boring to play around that im fucking you because your position as a woman is that you're my property because maga! No I want you to remold youself slowly into what i prefer because watching you give up your identity to become what i want instead and leave everything you've created for yourself behind is so sweet of you, you were a cute lesbian femboy tomboy or whatever, now you're my wife because you feel in love with the way i looked down at you when I groan out "oh you're such a good boy" right as I'm on the edge of cumming and you want to make me feel accomplished by whimpering out "no I'm your good girl sir"
While that's not my main issue, that does also play into it- it's also always so deeply impersonal. Where's the, for lack of better term, romance to it?
"I used my big MAGA cock to fuck you into being my submissive tradwife" Boring. Fucking boring.
Slow erosion of who you think you are because of careful reinforcement and manipulation? Fun. Hell, do it right and it doesn't even need to be that slow. Like I have some messed up fantasies about things like cult indoctrination and boy that can go REAL far in showing how a person can be twisted in the right environment.
Though I'll mention with those manipulations and remolding of a person? There has to be some form of initial desire that can be used. Some, for lack of better term, weakness that can be exploited. And the weird little reactionaries aren't really able to "get their foot in the door" so to speak.
speaking of fucking losers though....
Useless /tttt/-brained NEET who uses me as her tenga whenever I'm not at work.
A part of me dies when she says she's going to hotglue me, and it dies a little bit more when I realize I'm going to let her cum on me like some anime figure.
Hi it's time I yucked your yum because it's my blog and I get to do what I want.
Hi. It's Lex. Your favorite car crash of a girlboy. No. Not a matter of opinion. I am your favorite. You know me. I like messed up kinks. You probably found me because you also share some messed up kinks. It's fun. On some level, wrongness is fun. That's kind of the whole point.
Now I have a lot to say about the idea of "wrongness" as it pertains to kink. But one thing that always sticks in my brain is that no matter how fantastical the perverted thoughts are, it has to be in some way tethered to reality.
And it really sucks when some of your kinks overlaps so much with something unrealistic in a way that's just completely divorced from reality. I am talking, of course, about political play - and a couple adjacent kinks.
The problem ultimately breaks down to one thing: MAGA guys are deeply unfuckable. So are a lot of other forms of reactionary weirdos. They're all freaks in the very much negative sense. I can't even enjoy the idea of "oh they're all gross in a way that makes them fucking me humiliating" sort of thing. They're just weird and repellent.
There's something very alluring of the idea of going into heat. Not the kind of general friskiness that comes from ovulation, but a genuine overwhelming need to be bred. Where your every thought is consumed by a desire to get knocked up. It feels like the kind of thing that would be so, so frustrating to deal with. You're trying to go through your day and there's these intrusive thoughts that just won't go away. Every interaction with someone involves having the willpower to not go "please I need you to fuck me."
You standards go way fucking down. Your self control is shot. You'd fuck anyone, anything, in the hopes of getting knocked up.
And compounding on this. Imagining having to go through your normal day like this. Having to maintain that facade of normality when you'd let practically anyone bend you over a table and fuck you if they wanted.
can it be making tops enjoy bottoming or making bottoms enjoy topping for your orientation kink, or is it strictly about gendered attraction for you?
Tricky question, Anon. This wouldn't really fall under an orientation play kink, but it is fun. Having done both, it's delightful.
So is, if you're in more of a kink context, doing a similar thing with doms and subs. Making someone dominant whimper and beg. Making someone submissive grab you and fuck you.
They're not orientation play in the same sense, but they are delightful.
Last post touched on it a bit but the idea of repeatedly playing with someone's orientation sounds so incredibly, cruelly fun.
After all, when you cum your brains out bouncing on my cock, proclaiming that I fucked you straight, it'll be so confusing when you down on your knees and make you eat me out - reminding you that straight girls don't eat out other girls. Later the rules of what's what might get even more confusing. What was my cock is now just a straight that a lesbian is using to rail your stupid straight brains out. How can you call yourself a lesbian when your tongue is pushed deep into a man's cunt?
The rules keep changing. No matter what you think you are, it's always wrong, until finally something snaps and you realize the truth: your orientation is whatever I want it to be. It's a toy for me to play with.
So hot you should bring a dyke over for me to break
I'm not really in the mood to share my toys, Anon.
Tell you what though; if you're in a sharing mood, why don't you send your girlfriend over for a bit. I'll have a lot of fun turning her orientation into "whatever gets Lex off."
Woke up to the idea of shoving my plastic cock into the face of the dyke I used last night while she's still in bed, and telling her to deal with it.
All the motions of dealing with morning wood, but since my cock doesn't go soft she'll have to keep sucking until her jaw hurts. Until I'm satisfied with her performance. Maybe until she begs to stop.
And the only thing she's going to be able to taste on it is herself. The taste of her cumming on a boy's cock last night. Of her being the worst fucking lesbian.