[sapphling]

really craving the thing when somebody's slammed into you so deep so many times that your head gets all swimmy from the overstimulation and pain and your body starts to get a little limp so they have full license to grab you by the head or grip your hips too hard or push you into a position they know you don't like because all the resistance you can muster up is just a stupid shaky desperate little "noooo" whined into the pillow while you take it for them anyways

[sharkgirltights]

when a girl wakes up cosy and horny it should be considered a violent crime to make her go to work

[godsbestvictiim]

[faggotpup]

i'm a toy i wanna be treated like a toy but i'm your favourite toy that you care for and carry everywhere and brush and play with and give snacks to. and you take me to play with other toys and when you have to put me in your bag you leave it a little unzipped so my nose can stick out and i can breathe

[valtsv]

if we weren't supposed to press down on bruises they wouldn't have made it feel like that when you do

[sadocanist]

What is a no choices night?

Imagine for a moment that the clock strikes 6pm and from this point forward, you are no longer in charge of anything that happens. You respond to instructions only. If you reach a decision point, you ask for direction. Ideally there's protocol on common things, how to ask for food, the bathroom, water. No choices means no choices. If you're not allowed to do something specifically, you cannot do it.

If you're instructed to do something, you do it without thinking. You just follow directions. For me, the ideal version of this allows me to be nonverbal, collared and leashed. I am not to go beyond the reach of my leash without explicit instructions. If I'm told to do something in a specific way, I carry out the task as instructed.

This could mean I'm using my mouth on the person holding my lead, giving them oral exactly how they tell me to. It could mean cooking them a meal. We watch what they put on the TV, we go where they say we go, we do what they say we're doing. No choices means no choices.

Clear?

[ycoil]

im the pet firekeeper and its my job to give all the girls names and quests and fuck their asses and lie around in bed high as fuck and press down hard on my shattered phone screen until i can see the auroara bory alice

[sadocanist]

Will you write more posts about teeth brushing? That post is keeping me in a permanent chokehold.

here's a scene I've been wanting to do with a daughter or pet.

Imagine, you're being inspected. You know that I'm always especially interested in your mouth - you've been nervous about if you've been taking care of yourself well enough. You've bathed and dressed in something you know I like on you, black lace, my clothing, something that might distract me.

But it doesn't work and your tongue is between my fingers, making you drool and I can see every detail in your mouth. How many times have I shoved my cock down your throat, made you drool like this? If you're going to take me, I deserve something clean and pristine, don't I?

So you hear the buzzing start, buzzing that's almost more exciting than my wand to you at this point - how broken you are - and the brush meets your gums. My hand strong on your jaw, I pull you down to your knees, like you're going to get your mouth fucked. You are, I just won't use my cock this time. The brush pressing down on your tongue, making you drool.

As I slowly run the brush down, through your teeth, that tingling feeling, that invasion of your mouth so familiar, so warm. I can see how wet you're getting and I whisper down into your ear.

"You're so perfect for me, aren't you Princess?"

You answer through the buzz, nodding and looking up. You know you're never going to brush your teeth again without remembering this.

[minileena]

My kink is being touched and picked up and moved around entirely without my input and the subtle implications of the firmness of the fingers forcing me into place

[oupyfactory]

Dom who's genuinely cruel and malicious and yells at you until you involuntarily age regress and then she immediately switches up to being super nice. Saying stuff like "There's my baby."

[oupyfactory]

"Why are you crying? What's wrong sweetie?"

"Me? Nooo, I would never do that. You must've had a nightmare."

"There there, it's okay, I'm here now."

"I could make pancakes, you want some? :)"

[moving-to-glowy-and-sharp]

I wanna be a fabric doll in the hands of a sadistic dom with a seam ripper

[the-sleepy-succubus]

“Come over” your friend said. “I found a new spell book” she said. You had torn over as fast as your car could carry you, the sun bleeding into the horizon, night settling its bones into the landscape. You opened the door to her house, walked in to candles and circles all over the floor but before you had so much as a chance to ask what was going on you found yourself trapped in one of circles on the floor, invisible hands holding you in place. \

She slinked into the room holding a thick tome open then looked up at you and smiled. You shivered. Her teeth were a little too long, the angles and planes of that grin spoke of tearing meat from a spit, of enjoying the blood trickling down towards her chin. “Oh dear, look at the little fly who wandered into my trap.” The hand not holding the book was fisting in your hair as she pressed a kiss to your neck. “Such a good boy, coming so quickly to be at the mercy of another's magic.” Your heart was beating faster and faster, a canary in a coal mine filling up with CO2 but you loved it.

"We could stop here darling, if you aren't comfortable but I know you like it rough, like to hurt for me now and then and I'm in a mood. Would you like that? Do you want to hurt for me?”

            Breath burning in your lungs already  you nod, pulling against the hand knotted into your hair, ragged moan torn from your lips. Your cock is like iron, pressing against your slacks precum already staining your boxers. She looks you up and down and smirks at your desperation before she bites your ear hard, you feel a drop of blood bead where her teeth bit into you.

“Your delectable pet but that’s not good enough. Use your words and be good for me. Do you want this?” Theres a smirk in her voice, she knows the answer to the question, she just wants to hear you say it.

“Yes I want this Ma’am. Please hurt me please use me for your pleasure please please please use your magic to fuck meeeee.” You know your babbling and begging but its what she wants, what you wants and theres no shame in it just pleasure and the slightest tinge of embarrassment at what a slut your being. But she’s pressing a leg between your thighs and your thoughts melt away as you grind against her.

            She’s chanting now, her sharp teeth biting off words in ways that feel inhuman, like she’s cracking open the bones of language and sucking its marrow out to fuel her magic. You look into her eyes and feel her swelling in your vision, larger and larger until you realize she’s not growing, you’re shrinking. You look away from her eyes just as you feel a stiffness creep over your fingers. You watch as the texture of your skin changes, your skin softening into cotton, stitches appearing on the sides of your fingers, then shooting up your arms. You feel your heart still, your mind shrink as the plush fabric softness spreads all over your body literally turning you into a toy. The shadows in the room jump, the candles flaring. Your friend the witch is obscene. Her skirt tenting in obvious lust, her tits swollen and heaving as she finishes her incantation. Her eyes are lidded as she absorbs what she’s done to you.

            “So precious” she whispers, reaching a hand down towards you. As her fingers wrap around you theres a gentle jolt in your mind when you realize you can’t be more than a foot tall now. “Sing a little tune for me song bird, let me know your still in there.” You stare, was her tongue always this long? It’s a struggle to form words when you no longer have lungs, but eventually you realize you do have a little preprogrammed voice box and with a chirp you sing “I’m here Ma’am just toy for your amusement.”

            Her tone is sultry and sweet as she pokes and prods at the soft squishiness of you “Think for a second for me song bird, what will you say if you need us to stop?” You struggle through the thought, why would you ever want to stop her? You’re a toy, your whole purpose is to be played with. Still she asked you to do it, so you think so very hard about it and then chirp out “The birdies have all flown away I’d like to fly away too please.” She smiles down at you so pleased with you “that’s right song bird, if it gets to be too much just say those words and I’ll put you back just as you were.”

            She carries you to bed now, shucking her clothes off, her cock raging hard, and you’d be trembling if you were still human but your not so you stare up at her, mouth agape, on fire with desire. She lays on her side looking down on you, filling your whole field of vision and takes her cock in hand. “Give me a show songbird, go ahead and stroke your pretty cock for me.” Your eyes are drawn down between your legs, your cock is 3 inches long and embroidered with roses, the heart of a bloom positioned precisely at the tip. You wrap your small cloth hand around your shaft and moan. Your soft, everything about you is soft but the bliss still shoots through you as your stroke. The witch smiles and watches. You jerk yourself faster and faster wanting to be harder, and longer but your just a plushie, just a toy and so you stay exactly the same size, alight with desire in every stitch of you. You quickly discover too that you can’t cum. Your voice box you can feel has a line for it, but no matter how desperately you touch yourself you can’t seem to cum.

            You look up to the witch “Please Ma’am, help me I need more so badly.” She smirks and without a words wipes her fingers over your dick. You can feel the pre from her hand soaking into your fabric, becoming a part of you and it only makes you more insatiable, more needy. When she goes to pull away you  clutch at her fingers wordlessly begging for more. “Ah ah ah.” She says and you see the grin. The one that was all blood and pain and theres a light behind your eyes. “Toys are meant to be played with, not the other way around. She stands up moving out of your field of vision and you continue to run your hands over your soft pretty dick, the rose darker where your stained with her fluids.

            She’s laying back down now down, and she brought a sewing kit back with her. You feel your eyes widen as she pulls out a seam ripper and takes your hand in hers. “now this is for your own good songbird” her cock is throbbing as she says it, drool dripping down her chin and you are perhaps, even as her toy just a little bit afraid.

[the-sleepy-succubus]

            She sets the seam ripper against your thumb and looks down at you. “Do you still want to play song bird?” You cant look away from where she’s holding your hand so frightened, but so curious. Your mind turns her words over, realize she’s waiting for you to respond and you make a decision. “I’m here Ma’am just toy for your amusement.” Your voice box sings, the tone still dulcet, your fear kept tight in your stuffing.

            She starts tearing out the stitches in your fingers and wrists. “Poor little toy, so desperate that I need to break you so I can play with you just how I like.” You try to make a fist, fail, stuffing squeezing out of your hand a bit. Theres so much pain from the tears in your cotton exterior, so much ecstasy in letting the witch play with you how she wants. You’re a good toy, you’re being a good toy. She keeps ripping stitches, up your arm now down your legs, oozing stuffing everywhere pain suffusing you, limp in her hands waiting for her to play with you.

            Seamingly satisfied with how helpless she’s render you she wraps her hand around you, presses your ripped up exterior against her cock. You can feel the sweat and pre on her shaft soaking into the stuffing hanging out of your broken limbs and you cum, it turns out being played with brings whole new worlds of pleasure when you’re a toy. Her need is so strong its seeping into your very being, rewriting you to always be so so needy for her seed soaking into you.

            Time passes in a blur for you. You know deep down you’re a person, but the toy in you is so strong right now. Her hand pulls you up and down along her cock, over and over until she’s cumming long ropes over her stomach, dripping the last of her load onto you. Your so clearly broken and stained, stuffing leaking everywhere the rose embroidery on your dick shining wet with all the cum splashed on it. The witch shifts, sits up and pulls you off her cock only to drag you through the cum covering her stomach, using you as a rag to wipe herself with. Inside your mind your frantically trying to think through the phrases programmed into your voice box, wanting to beg for more. There are so few lines though so you just chirp out “I’m here Ma’am just toy for your amusement.” 

            She smiles down at you  seeming to read your mind and her tongue spools out of her mouth 3 inches, then 6, then 9. She waves it at you and your stuffing feels all bunched up wondering what she’s gonna do. She doesn’t make you wait long before you feel her wrapping her tongue around you, loop after loop wrapping around your form, tasting her need off your cotton. You cum again, dry desperately twitching your arms trying to rub your cock as you cum and the witch laughs at your helplessness before making one more loop with her tongue around your embroidered dick sucking on you like a hard candy. You feel your head clear a bit as she sucks her cum out of you but it doesn’t really help, your still a toy, still eager to be played with.

            Eventually the witch unwraps her tongue from your mangled form. There is a bit of stuffing caught in her teeth and she smiles as she looks at you seeming to savour your destruction. “Still with me songbird?” she asks mockingly. You answer quickly “I’m here Ma’am just toy for your amusement.” You are, you are just a toy for her amusement even if that means stuffing everywhere and your stitches ripped out. She’s looking through her sewing kit  now, pulling out a little fabric heart. “You know how at build a bear you can put a little heart in the stuffie your building? I think as the coup de grace we should do the same.”

            She’s picked up the seam ripper again and she’s pulling stitches out of your chest, sticking first one finger, then two, finally three before she pulls back satisfied with her work. You can feel where tears would be forming if you were still a person. Everything is a glorious pain but when she’s inside you its nothing but a white hot cloud of pleasure obliterating what little is left of your mind. You notice too, in a drifting sort of fashion that she’s raging hard once again. Dripping in fact, spreading her pre all over the heart she’s about to put in your chest. She presses the heart against the hole in your side then positions her cock behind it and thrusts into your chest. Its overwhelming, shifting all of your stuffing around her. You can feel where your stuffing is squishing out against her bush but it doesn’t stop her from pulling back and pushing in again.

            “Gotta…make sure…that heart is…coated in my love” She’s panting desperately, overwhelmed with how good it feels to break her toy rearranging your whole chest every time she thrusts in. Your mind is burning down until all your feel is the pleasure till all you can think of is her cock dominating every part of you. She cums, gasping your name soaking the fabric heart and your stuffing.          

            “Such a good sweet songbird” the words come from a long way away it feels, your consciousness batter by everything you’ve experienced. “let me make it all better now.” Her cock is softening and dripping and with her lust spent the witch turns sweeter. Tenderly she pokes your stuffing back inside the bonds of your cotton, takes up a sewing needle and stitches together what she tore apart. She embroidered simple flowers over the tears, mementos stitched into your skin to make you even prettier. She sews and sews till your whole then pulls the blankets up over her and you to her chest and snuggles down to sleep. Somewhere along the way you pass out of consciousness as well.

            You wake whole and human in the morning, the witch between your legs sucking on your cock slow and gentle. You bring hands up to her hair as she pushes you over the edge she’s been keeping you on and you fill her mouth with your seed. She pulls off, grinning and you look down and see roses tattooed into your skin, glance at your arms and see daisies where she had embroidered them onto you. It wasn’t quite what you had expected when she called you last night, but it had been just what you needed.

[cloth-mother-loves-you]

big wet tears in her eyes she asks "is it over?" how could it be when you look at me like that

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

so i just discovered i may well be incapable of CNC kayfabe on account of the fact that i cannot stop grinning with obvious enjoyment even when saying out loud that i hate this and want it to stop

[wineanddineloseyourmind]

“please stop, it hurts! 🥰😁😍🥹” 👈 the least convincing victim in the world

[miscling]

this reminds it of something cnc it was doing one time and was doing exactly the same thing and getting a violent 'stop fucking smiling' really took things to another level

[jukeboxemcsa]

Trisha Gets Collected

"…driving?" The word came out in a sleepy mumble, barely one step up from a grunt, as Trisha tried to find the vocabulary to express her misgivings and found that her brain was simply too mushy and vacant and numb to come up with anything more than the most basic of thoughts. She knew how long the ride from downtown's bars to her suburban apartment took, and even though she'd lost track of time staring at the screen set into the back of the driver's seat and letting it carry her on into masturbatory ecstasy, she knew that if the sun had come up then they'd gone very far off course. But so much of her mind had dribbled out of her cunt by now that she could only fumble at putting that notion into speech.

And the driver's condescending chuckle and smooth, patronizing baritone struck right at the heart of her new intellectual insecurity. "That's right, honey, we're driving," he cooed, sounding for all the world as if he was explaining the concept to a very small and easily confused child. "That's very good. Why don't you just keep watching your shows and try not to worry your pretty little head about it, okay?" There weren't any shows on the screen in front of her--it had been broken the entire ride, showing nothing more than flowing patches of random color no matter what Trisha did with it--but her eyes nonetheless fixated on the swirling hues, and her fingers continued to rub her messy, exposed cunt. Something about being talked down to like that went straight to her clit, even as it made her feel foolish and silly and far too embarrassed to try to assert herself again.

It did occur to Trisha, slowly and sluggishly and not without a few false starts, that there was something odd about masturbating in the back of her rideshare cab--and odder still about the enthusiastic, uninhibited way she'd taken to it. Her clothing was scattered all over the back seat, the only thing she hadn't taken off was her ankle-length socks and tennis shoes, and her legs were spread pretty much as far as they could go so she could gain full access to the slick, drooling channel between her parted labia. But even when it finally sank in that she couldn't stop playing with her pussy, and even when she finally realized she was being driven to a different destination hundreds of miles away from her house, she couldn't really summon up a sense of urgency about it. The screen numbed it into complacency instead.

They stopped for gas three times, each of them at strange, isolated waystations used only by cars of the exact same make and model as the one Trisha was riding in, and even though the driver took her out of the vehicle to use the restrooms Trisha never seemed to be able to put enough of her brains back into her head during those breaks to resist the urge to trot obediently back to the car and watch the screen some more. She felt as though she'd been drugged with some stupefying chemical mixture, some impossible medicine that made her horny and dopey and eager to comply, and the other naked women she saw at those stops all had the same look on their faces that she did. That implied something dangerous about their trip… but fortunately for Trisha, she was able to masturbate her worries away every time they cropped up and just enjoy her long, one-way ride.

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[lilyblisslys]

you actually get a +3 to jerking off if you pull your tshirt up over your tits

[pishifuzul]

of course she has "doe eyes" what else would she have. look at her. she's literally just a baby deer. just a tiny little fawn. now she's whimpering because she's so small and confused. you can see it in her eyes. which are doe eyes because that's what she is.

[krokottasphallus]

Big minotaur cock splitting you open. Hefty sweaty minotaur balls slapping against you with every thrust. Heady minotaur musk filling your head making you all foggy and useless. Minotaur holding you off the ground and bouncing you up and down on its cock like a fleshlight