Twisted Logic

18+ only! 53M dom. Used to be a-male-gaze here. I write dark erotic fantasies. Some of them are here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/twisted_logic/works?fandom_id=2692 Kinks: denial, pain, cruelty, cuddles

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Introduction

Hello! I'm a M53 dom and I write evil stories that are in the borderlands between erotica and horror. I also write some gentle and sweet ones.

I love contrasts. A gentle tone while doing terrible things. Patient, twisted logic that sounds so reasonable but doesn't make sense. Sweet innocence that is deeply perverted.

Hard kinks here. This blog is NOT appropriate for minors. It's also not a good place to learn anything about sex or safety. It's a place to get horny from fantasies.

I mostly write about men dominating women, and the women have tits and clits and vaginas, because these are my erotic fantasies and that's how I'm built. But queer folks of all stripes are welcome here. If mentally gender-switching my stories or exchanging some organs helps you enjoy them, that's totally all right.

Also, I know not all girls are submissive, but on this blog I write about the ones that are. I love all the other kinds of girls too, and they are welcome here.

I love it when I turn people on and I like to hear about it. My asks and DMs are open. I can also just chat about stuff. I'm a very normal person, trust me.

If you want to make me happy and you don't know what to say, just send boobies. Clamped ones are best. I will treasure them and keep them safe.

I used to be on tumblr 2015-2018, and now I'm back. I've reposted most of the stories from that period, and I've been writing new ones.

I live in Finland but I'm not Finnish. I'm not committed to anyone. I do have a few meaningful online relationships. I'll probably never be fully monogamous.

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Basement Life

That first rape is his favorite. She just woke up, groggy, naked and afraid. Her hands are shackled together and chained to the basement wall, so she can still move and struggle but can't get away and can't defend herself properly.

He had caught her by surprise and had a hood over her head immediately, so this is the first time she sees him: on top of her, overpowering her, grinning sadistically at her distress.

He doesn't just want to fuck her. He could get his dick wet anywhere. That's not the point. He wants to violate her, traumatize her. Break her. That's the point.

He's not wearing a condom, of course. He owns her now, and her medical records show that she doesn't have anything. Also he knows she's terrified of pregnancy, and that fear can be used against her.

After that first rape, it's creampies daily. Sometimes multiple times a day, but one man only has so much stamina. Most of the rapes are with dildos, big ones that hurt her. The point is to break her in. Making her feel like her own cunt doesn't belong to her anymore is part of that.

A week goes by like this. Two weeks. He gives her a bit of a break, because she's become nonverbal and he enjoyed the begging more. A week to recover. Better food, better hygiene. He even brushes her hair out. He treasures that moment when she leans back against him. He's her only source of comfort and safety, and he will use that to break her.

Then back to the routine. Without warning, he's on top of her again, overpowering her. She had come to trust his presence, has begun to relax in his company. He's breaking that now. He will coax her to relax and then break her, over and over, for years if necessary, until she's in a constant in-between state of violated vulnerability.

A week after that, he chooses his moment. She gets her usual food tray. She crawls toward it, his cum still dripping down her thighs. It has the usual: some food, some water... and one more thing. A small device. An IUD. She recognizes the shape.

Terrified, she checks inside. Exploring with her fingers for the strings. Checking again and again, several times, hoping it's there and she just missed it.

It's not there. He must have taken it in her sleep. How long has he had it? How much trouble is she in?

The rapes become even more fun after that.

Showing her the pregnancy test is fun too, watching her utter panic. Watching her beg for the abortion pill. Holding it over her head, making her participate in his every depraved fantasy in order to earn it. Finally he gives it to her.

But no bleeding to show that it worked. He assures her it sometimes happens that way. She begs for another pregnancy test. He refuses. Makes her apologize for not trusting him.

A week later, he reveals that it was aspirin. It's almost too much for her. Her mind overwhelmed with fear, she goes on a hunger strike to induce miscarriage. He lets her; doesn't force feed her. He just rapes her, more and more often as she gets weaker and weaker.

A week after that, when she's near death, he reveals that the pregnancy test itself was fake. She's not pregnant.

Yet.

(inspired by @gothbaits )

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"I want you to just stay vulnerable. Don't hold back telling me things you're ashamed of, even knowing I'll happily take advantage. Tell me anyway. Can you do that?"

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I miss being able to casually own a girl by putting my hand between her legs and doing whatever I want there. Not asking. And stopping whenever I want, too.

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The way you masturbate really is cute. I like how everyone has their own style, and I loved watching yours. I'm going to watch you do it again sometime. Maybe even to orgasm!

(Whose orgasm? TBD)

[lil-miss-mimi]

Smth even worse about being raped by someone you liked, your crush, someone you would have slept with if given the chance... its like no, I'm not hurting you and forcing you because I have to, im doing this because I can, because its hotter when you cry and dont want it. I want to see the moment you give in, the moment your body betrays you and let's me slide in easier. I want you to remember how horrifying it was, how betrayed you felt. I want you to rub your needy cunt to the memory of me raping your unwilling holes, I want you to get addicted to the feeling of me violating you. And then I want you to beg me to do it again, beg for your rapist's cock

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Your tags on the tit skewering post made me think of the meme where it's like mom can we have ___? Mom: no, we have ___ at home.

We have kebabs at home? We do ♡

But it's not like the meme. These are better.

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Concept: Skewers

Yes, skewers. Right through the tits. Long ones, that go through both tits at once. Yes, several, don't worry about how many, counting is not your job.

No don't take your shirt off. Leave it on for this. Yes, you're confused. Being confused is your job, don't worry. The skewers are going right through the shirt as well as your tits.

... Great. Thank you for counting with me. We both learned something, about how much you can take. I'm sorry for ruining your shirt. There's holes in it now, and some blood. I'll buy you a new one.

Take them out? After all this work? Of course not. Now we go out! For a nice walk through the city, and dinner. I have reservations.

Yes you figured it out. Congratulations you're so smart. That's why I did this on Halloween. Everyone will think it's a clever costume! Even when you say it's real, they'll think you're just playing.

Which we are. Just playing. This is play. Let's go. We'll have so much fun.

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Are your "inspired by" tags your subs?

Sometimes :) Mostly just friends I talk to.

The boundary isn't always clear, either.

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I forget all about my pain when I watch you suffer.

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The beauty of internet pervs is that they like and appreciate all the parts of yourself that you're ashamed of.

The trouble with internet pervs is... the same.

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Responsible Owners

(nc, snuff, petgirl)

"I know this is difficult, but I don't think it's working."

They looked at the petgirl in her cage. They had caught her a month ago. They had treated her to every comfort. They had given her the best food. They had tried comforting touch, or just sitting quietly next to her cage, for hours sometimes, letting her get used to their presence.

Nothing had worked. A month in, she was still feral. Kept trying to escape, kept trying to bite and kick. She would hide in a corner of her cage when they tried to pet her.

"Maybe she needs more time?"

"We can try. She still seems just as wild as on day one, though."

They had grabbed her off the street because she was so pretty. They had different tastes in girls, but she somehow combined what they were both looking for. They hadn't been really ready to add a petgirl to their household, and didn't have the supplies needed, but they got everything from a hardware store and a pet store on the second day. They watched youtube videos about petgirl training and domestication. It hadn't looked that hard, but it just wasn't working with this girl.

"I'm worried that she's suffering. She's scared and anxious all the time, the poor thing. I don't want to prolong that just in the hope it will get better. It wouldn't be right."

"I hate to say it, but you might be right. I don't want to do that to her either. We're pet owners now, and we have to be responsible. Sometimes you have to make hard decisions. Maybe we should end this."

"Yeah. It breaks my heart, but I think we need to say goodbye."

The girl sat up at that, and grabbed the bars of her cage. For the first time, she looked hopeful instead of angry.

"Look at her. She's adorable. Maybe we can try another month?"

"No, it wouldn't be fair. I know a good vet. I looked them up last night, because this was on my mind. She does home visits, and she says she can make it gentle."

"Yeah. That's good. I wouldn't want her final moments to be terrified in some unfamiliar clinic. Let's do it right here, where we can say goodbye to her in peace."

"I already got so attached. I'll miss her. Do you think we can bury her in the garden? Make a little gravestone?"

"Yeah, let's do it under the same tree where Rover is. On the other side. We'll always remember her that way. It hurts, but we can't just let her suffer."

As they turned to leave the basement, they heard a whine behind them.

The girl was sitting up pretty, cupping her little tits in her hands, panting with her tongue out as far as she could. When they had turned to look at her, she put her hands behind her back and started bouncing up and down. Exactly as they had been trying to teach her.

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"... I'm scared."

"Good. You should be scared."

Good guy sadist validating her feelings.

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I've got you pinned to the wall with my body weight. I stroke your hair, and explain that I know we agreed to step back from the rape thing. To step back because it would hurt you too much, because you wouldn't recover.

But now that you're here, now that I can feel you tremble, now that I can look into your eyes and see the prey animal frozen there in fear... how can I resist?

I can't. I'm not strong enough. You shouldn't have come here, baby. You shouldn't have come.

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You probably think they don't notice. Your constantly wet cunt. Your soaked panties. Your little smile when you think about last night, when you were such a slut.

You think it's just in the privacy of your thoughts, where you dwell on the dream of a man you trusted holding you down and violently taking your holes while you struggle and cry.

You think they can't tell. But everyone knows. They can smell it, sometimes literally. They can sense it. They can see it in your dreamy eyes. They can tell.

They're just too polite to ever mention it.

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Your comfort, my viewing pleasure... we know which is more important, right?

[angel-in-your-basement]

There’s something so hot about the aftermath of being beat when you’re sensitive and in pain and flinching at every touch, and your dom is just over you shushing you and reassuring you that it’s over now, even as they’re reaching between your legs and oh—you really enjoyed that, didn’t you? Enjoyed being scared and hurt, even when you were crying and apologizing and asking them to stop. You must’ve really enjoyed it, to be so turned on, even as they wipe away your tears and swipe their nails over your bruised ass. And then they fuck you about it <3