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

[twistedxxlogic]

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.

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. Most of the stories I post are from that period, but I hope to write some new ones and the shorter stuff is mostly new.

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.

[whinysushi]

Daddy who inspects my holes after I get home to make sure no one touched me while I wasn't under his supervision

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What's that bruise in the back of your throat??

Oh, right... that was us last night...

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The best sex is when they give you new kinks you never even thought you had

[girllockedintower]

Have you ever considered that the safest place in the world for a girl to be is chained up in the basement of the one who loves her most

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Denial is a flexible kink. There's orgasm denial, obviously. That's usually where it starts. And going further, denial of all sexual pleasure. But there are other needs that can be denied. Food. Water. Sleep. Comfort. Even oxygen, which is very hard to do safely but can be hot in fantasy.

Then there are the simple pleasures. Listening to music. Wearing socks. Eating sweets. The comfort of a pillow at night. The possibilities are endless.

There are also more abstract things that can be denied. Attention. Approval. Even the feeling of safety.

I have found, sometimes to my surprise, that these tend to come as a package deal. That a girl who's into orgasm denial is often to some extent into all of these. Not always, of course. Every girl is unique, an intricate little puzzle in her own right. But I think it's a theme.

Or, maybe... it just seems like a theme to me, because of the stories I write, and the audience that's attracted to them. I'm no sociologist. Experiments will have to be done, volunteers will have to be collected.

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"Of course I still love you, baby. I'm just bored with you, that's all."

[dummy-daisy]

the first time he fucks her instead of me, i don't get to see, i only get to listen. he slides the blindfold over my head and my world turns dark. i am suddenly very aware if my nakedness, of how my spread legs expose my throbbing pussy. the plug in my ass suddenly feels bigger.

he brings her in, i can hear them kissing at the door. maybe he's pushing her against the wall? is she already on her knees, face buried in his crotch? my hand involuntarily reaches for my dripping sex and my fingers start to circle around my hard clit.

i hear the rustle of pants, a belt being undone, clothes falling to the floor. the squeak of the bed as two people fall down on it. this is it. he's going to fuck her, make her feel good, let her cum instead of me. i edge hard and a moan escapes my lips. “shut up, edgeslut”, i hear him mutter.

then she moans, and the sounds of him eating her out fill the room. she begging him, him humming against her skin, the wetness of her pussy. it's so unfair i want to cry. i edge once more as she cums. that's one. Sir has promised to give her at least three of my orgasms.

they change positions, i can hear them kiss sloppily. she must be tasting herself on his tongue. he orders her between his legs and then she is allowed to take his cock in her mouth. i part my lips, wishing he would rest his cock on my tongue, let me taste him, let me bring him pleasure instead of her. he praises her, ignores my whimpers as i edge again and again.

i am so lost in the pleasure radiating from my clit i don't even notice them changing positions again. i only come to my senses the second i hear her mumble “fuuuck” and the first slap of skin against skin is audible. he's fucking her, he's actually fucking her pussy. my own cunt weeps in despair, my asshole clenching around the plug. he hasn't fucked my pussy in months.

his thrusts get harder, her moans louder. she sounds as if she's close. she sounds like his cock is filling her so good, as if she's never been fucked like that. i wonder if Sir is even watching me edge myself, or if he's completely focused on the beautiful girl coming apart underneath him. “cum for me”, he says between thrusts, and that's orgasm number two that he gives her. a tear soaks the blindfold, i wish he had said those words to me, not her.

he flips her to her back, i can only imagine how he grabs her tits, how wet her pussy must feel around his hard length. much better than mine? they kiss again, moaning in each other's mouth. now i'm sure they're not looking at me. i edge to that thought, my pussy aching from lack of orgasms and attention she gets.

he tells her that he's close, and that he wants her to cum with him. then, he addresses me for the first time since he started to fuck the other girl. “hands off your pathetic clit now. you don't get pleasure from this.” i obey with a whimper, force myself to grab my sticky wet thighs. there's nothing to distract me from listening to them cumming together. i feel like my pussy is going to explode with need. they sound so hot, so satisfied, so blissfully fucked out. ignoring me, ignoring my pussy, ignoring my desperation.

i remember his earlier instructions and choke down my tears. “thank you for taking my orgasms”, i say towards the girl he just fucked, my pussy dripping in response.

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If she's not crying, are you even doing it right?

[forsakenthots]

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You don't know where they've been

(real story)

I watched her face as she struggled to accommodate my fingers in her mouth. I’d pushed my middle and ring fingers in deep. I could feel her tongue flexing every time she gagged. She was deathly afraid of puking, because she knew that wouldn’t end well for her. Her problem, not mine. I didn’t actually want her to puke on my bed, of course, but I did want her to fear it.

“I have a question for you,” I told her. She rolled her eyes up to look at me. She couldn’t really do much else, hogtied as she was. “The question is: which finger did I have in your ass a moment ago?”

I wiggled the ones in her mouth suggestively, while she tried to pull away. The nice part about using those two fingers was that I could keep a firm grip on her lower jaw with the rest of my hand. “Do you remember? Did you pay attention?”

I pulled my hand out, two fingers shiny with spit. I held them up to her face. “Was it one of these?”

She looked at me, looked at my hands. “It was your other hand!” she said, relief in her voice.

“Oh, okay,” I said. I bent down to kiss her, then put my fingers back in her mouth. “That’s all right, then.”

She groaned and struggled. “Not all right?” I asked. “You’re not sure?”

I heard a muffled “please” around my fingers. I bent down to look her closely in the eyes, using a hand buried in her hair and the hand clamped around her jaw as handholds to turn her face. “You can be sure. Do you know how you can be sure?”

She shook her head as best she could.

“If it had been those fingers, I would never have kissed you just now. Because that’s disgusting.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, hard.

“But you didn’t care, did you. You just opened your mouth for me. You didn’t keep track of which finger. You didn’t care. Disgusting.”

She shook her head again, tried to pull away.

I leaned in to speak softly in her ear. “You’re disgusting.”

She buried her head in my shoulder and cried. I stroked her hair and held her.

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tfw you've given your orgasms to someone who's genuinely okay with you never cumming again

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Spooning is so nice

A lazy Sunday afternoon. Nothing urgent to distract us. I can just enjoy the warm skin of your back against my chest; the soft pressure of your butt on my thighs. Your neck rests on my arm, and I wrap around your chest to hold you tighter and to feel the softness of your breast under my fingers. Soft breast, hard nipple against my palm, it’s perfect.

My other arm goes over your side, pinning your arm against your body, completing the embrace. With that hand I stroke your face. You kiss my fingers, and I slip them inside, sliding through the wetness of your mouth, stroking the soft flesh at the back with my fingertips.

It’s warm under the covers. Calm and drowsy, I look forward to drifting in and out of sleep this way, spending the afternoon with you in my arms, holding your gently gagging body tight against mine, nuzzling your hair and kissing your neck. We don’t have anything else to do today.

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“How does one man assert his power over another, Winston?”

Winston thought. “By making him suffer,” he said.

“Exactly. By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own?”

George Orwell, 1984

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They relaxed after a weekend of fun.

"You're a good one," he said. "I'm keeping you. Chain you up. Never let you go."

She smiled and giggled. "I'd love that," she said.

She had no idea he meant it.

He had no idea she meant it, too.

(inspired by @collared-val )

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Going potty with Daddy

(sweet, dd/lg, pee control)

“Daddy I needta pee.”

Daddy sighed and didn’t look away from his computer. “Sweetie is it important? Daddy is working right now. You can see that Daddy is working, right?”

She nodded vigorously and hopped from one leg to the other, shifting her balance anxiously. “Yes Daddy I can see but I really needta pee Daddy can you come?” She heard her voice get whiny and blushed. She’d never talked this way before they moved together.

Daddy turned to look at her and stroked her hair away from her face. “Sweetie you just went a few hours ago. Can’t you hold it up a little bit longer? Daddy’s busy now. Go play, or finish your chores.”

She nodded and went back to her play table where she had her coloring books. She colored for a while, balancing awkwardly on her chair. She had discovered that she could relieve the pressure a bit by having one foot on her chair and one on the floor and not actually sitting down. She couldn’t really concentrate on coloring though. Occasionally she looked longingly at the bathroom door, but she wasn’t allowed to go alone. Daddy had explained that she was too little to go potty by herself and she needed Daddy’s help. So she waited, shifting her weight, occasionally changing which foot was on the chair.

She noticed she wasn’t really doing any coloring and it wasn’t keeping her mind off her bladder either. She looked over at Daddy but he was still frowning at his computer. That was the Daddy-busy frown. She’d better not disturb him.

She settled for doing some cleaning. Not the noisy kind of course. She swept the floor until walking got too difficult, then she went to the bedroom to fold some more clothing and decide where it should go. Daddy had given her the bottom halves of two closets when she’d moved in and she wasn’t sure what should go where yet. She had asked to get one whole closet but Daddy had waved that away. “You can’t reach that high,” he’d said. It made her tingle when he said things like that, but now she wished she could put her clothes away without bending down quite so much. The urgent pressure low in her tummy made it hard to think about anything else.

“Daddy I really really really need to pee please, I can’t, I’m scared Daddy,” she whined.

Daddy paused his game and smiled at her and pulled her into his lap. She balanced awkwardly on his leg, afraid to move because leaking on Daddy would be awful. “Of course baby,” he said, hugging her tight. “I was waiting for you, why didn’t you come to me when I was done with work? Silly baby,” he chided her. She looked down, confused.

Daddy led her by the hand to the bathroom. “Panties down,” he reminded her. She pulled them down her legs; wearing skirts did make everything easier, like Daddy had said. She stepped out of her panties and put them in the laundry. It was already late afternoon so she probably wouldn’t get new ones today. Daddy had many rules about panties.

“Now let’s go potty,” he said. He led her to the potty and guided her down, making sure she had her legs spread and her knees on the ground. She pulled up her skirt to her waist at his command, and he adjusted the potty so it would catch everything.

He looked between her legs critically. “Have you been touching today?” he asked.

“No, Daddy!” She was scared he wouldn’t believe her. She really hadn’t touched but she’d been tingly all day and Daddy had been home too and it all just made her throb down there.

“Well okay then. You can go now. Don’t make a mess.” He looked carefully while he said this and didn’t look away. She blushed a lot; it was always so hard to pee with Daddy looking. But she really needed to go, too. She tried to relax her bladder, relax the muscles that she’d been keeping tight now for hours.

Daddy got impatient. “I thought you said you needed to go? I hope you’re not wasting my time here.”

“I’m sorry Daddy I’m sorry I’m trying –” she interrupted herself with a warm stream that splashed into the potty. There was so much! She tried to relax instead of pushing, like Daddy had taught her, so that all of it would come out in a smooth flow with not much spray or splashing. They both watched intently as the pee level in the potty rose. They both waited while she added a few last trickles.

“All done now? That’s great. And you’ve filled it up enough, too. Look, you’re way past the line. That’s a good girl, sweetie.”

There was a rule that she had to fill the potty at least past the line, or else show how sorry she was for bothering Daddy unnecessarily. She hadn’t been worried about that rule this time, though. Her tummy was still aching from holding it up so long.

Daddy had taken out a wad of tissues. “Time to wipe, baby,” he said. She obediently spread her legs more and leaned back, arms back and chest out. She still held her skirt up for him. Daddy wiped her properly, front to back, slowly, with firm pressure, getting all the moisture with one stroke. Well, not all the moisture, she had to admit. Just all the pee. The pressure made her shiver but she held position.

Daddy patted her on the head. “Good,” he said, “now just empty the potty and we’re done. Don’t make a mess.” He watched as she poured the pale yellow liquid into the toilet and flushed it, then as she washed out the potty and set it to dry for next time. The first few times he’d done all this for her but she’d begged him to let her do it all by herself, and now he watched over her with an indulgent smile.

“Daddy’s done with work so we have all evening to play together, would you like that? If you’re very good and obedient, you can pee again before bed. Now let’s get you some juice okay?”

She nodded. There’d be apple juice. He knew her favorites. Life with Daddy was good.

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Why you should let her cum

1. Public entertainment

2. Remind her how good it used to feel

3. She’s proud of how long it’s been and you want to take that down a peg

4. You want her clit to be extra sensitive for what you’re going to do to it

5. Demonstrate how much the kinks she's ashamed of really turn her on

See, I’m not a hardliner. There are many reasons to give girls orgasms.

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So, even before I was... like this... I definitely was kinky. One thought I liked was sharing my girlfriend with others. She was into it. It's a sign of ownership, you see. She's mine so I can share her.

It's not the same as polyamory because she doesn't have multiple independent relationships. I'm the one sharing her and it's on my terms. That's what the fantasy is all about.

One scenario we discussed was providing her as a bedwarmer for house guests. You know, hospitality. Stay overnight, get fresh sheets and pillows, some towels, some books on a bookshelf, a girl to play with.

We even made a little piece of paper, laminated, to hang over the bed. Instructions for use. Like you might see in a hotel. Safety instructions, limits, helpful tips. What to do if she wasn't cooperating. Two lists: stuff she liked and stuff she hated, with encouragement to mix and match from both columns.

Sadly we never got to use it. We didn't have the right kind of friends.