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send me dirty asks to touch myself to 🥺
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i wanna cum on someones dick while they rape me. i wanna be begging and screaming for my life as they pound the shit out of me with a knife to my throat. i wanna look someone in the eyes and see the moment that they realize im gone, that ive caved to them, and feel them go even harder, faster, deeper. i wanna feel it coming and try to stop it as hard as i can "no no no please stop please dont" but i just cant help myself. i wanna squirt around their cock as i sob for mercy, unable to justify why i keep cumming if i "dont want it."
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spit in my mouth then force your cock inside it 🥺
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sluts deserve to be bound, blindfolded, and gang raped for hours.
sluts deserve to be bred no matter how much they beg for you to pull out.
sluts deserve to be overstimulated, no matter how much they beg you to stop.
sluts deserve to be filled by multiple cocks at once, no matter how many times they tell you another wont fit.
sluts deserve to be knocked up by their kidnappers
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How do I know you are wet? If only one could inspect. One who pulls you close with force like you are an object, slides those panties and patiently look at that beautiful thing until you are embarrassed, smell it closely and then spit on it, brush his finger and splitting those puffy pussy lips apart, circulating to feel its softness while it gets moist, and then dip the finger into it to feel how tight it is while it throbs.
A little deeper with every moan as it gets wet and clinch around my finger, playing a game to find g spot, teasing with a miss and hit, and than hitting spot, from rubbing to rutting, Overstimulating until it becomes a slippery mess, and then fucking again, one after another finger to see how far I could stretch your juicy pussy, to hear that painful moans, tightness.
How many? Hmm, two, three and forcing the fourth one, deeper and deeper, until I see you are so close, and than hold, until I see that frustration and disappointment of another ruined orgasm, sobbing, shaking. Oh you think, the torture is over here, it just warms up baby. I haven't slapped it, haven't used my tongue yet, haven't been blessed with my hard cock and haven't cummed inside yet.
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“Good girl”
“You’re taking it so well for me”
“You make me so proud”
“My pretty girl”
“This is only for you, baby”
“You’re all mine” ........ as I’m fucking and filling her up with my cum 🖤
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+*:ꔫ laying in my bed at night wishing someone would break in and rape me while i was asleep. imagining waking up confused as i feel the rapist dick thrusting in and out of my hole. wanting to scream or cry out but i’m too exhausted to do so and i slip back asleep. eventually it’s morning and i wake up with several loads of cum inside my pussy, too ashamed to admit what happened i just have to hope i’m not pregnant.
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cnc but with a fake safeword you're supposed to ignore
truly a dream
imagine being forced to fuck yourself on a knotted toy thats suctioned to a window behind you.
you're tied and cuffed and gagged. The only movement you can manage is to push yourself back on the extra large silicone wolf dick inside of you.
It's early. Not many people are up, but soon, the sidewalks outside your window will be bustling, and they'll have the perfect view of your cunt, stretching obscenely around the knot as you fuck yourself.
don't worry though, your captor (and new owner) says they'll let you go if you put on a good enough show. maybe if you stick out your tongue and cum your little puppy brains out while you fuck your cunt open, they'll let you go before anyone realizes what a slutty pussy you're hiding between your legs
Working from home today so edging in between meetings and calls, not going to be getting much work done! I will edge to anything I’m sent and tell you exactly what I think of it!
Unbroken Promises
It had started innocently enough. A message in a group chat, a casual conversation that quickly turned into something more. He was from another country, his accent thick in the voice messages he sent, his words dripping with desire. You had never met him in person, but that didn’t stop the nights spent sexting, the fantasies you shared, the dark, twisted things you both craved.
You told him about your submission, your need to be controlled, to be owned. He listened, always listened, and then he told you what he would do to you if he ever got the chance. And you believed him. Every word.
But when the messages stopped a week ago, you assumed he had moved on, lost interest. You hadn’t expected him to show up— hadn’t expected him to be standing outside your apartment building, watching, waiting.
You didn’t see him until it was too late. Until you were walking down the street, headphones in, oblivious. Until a hand clamped over your mouth, and the world went dark.
You woke up in this room. The hotel room. The walls were a soft beige, the carpet thick beneath your feet. But you weren’t on your feet. You were on the bed, naked, bound, and he was there, standing over you, his dark eyes fixed on yours.
“No one’s going to find you here,” he said, his voice calm, almost soothing, as he adjusted the rope around your wrists. “We have all the time in the world.”
You tried to scream, tried to fight, but the gag muffled any sound, and the ropes kept you in place. He was strong, stronger than you had imagined, his hands rough as they moved over your body, claiming you, marking you as his.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “My pet. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”
“Do you remember what you said to me last Tuesday?” His voice was low, almost a growl, as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, the gag in your mouth silencing any protest. Your wrists were bound above your head, the coarse rope digging into your skin, and your legs were spread wide, exposed, vulnerable.
You blinked up at him, your mind racing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. You had been exchanging messages for months, fantasies, dark desires, but this… this was real. He was real. And he was here.
“You said,” he continued, his hand trailing down your body, fingers skimming over your stomach, “that you wanted me to slap your cunt until it was red and puffy. Until you couldn’t sit for days. Remember that?”
You nodded, almost involuntarily, your body betraying you as a shiver ran down your spine. His touch was electric, but the fear—the fear was there too, pulsing in your chest like a second heartbeat.
“Good,” he murmured, his fingers now resting on your inner thigh, teasing, tormenting. “Because I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for.”
His hand came down hard on your cunt, the sound sharp, echoing in the room. You cried out, the gag reducing it to a muffled whimper, but the pain was electric, sending shockwaves through your body.
“That’s one,” he said, his voice calm, almost clinical. “How many did you ask for?”
You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t remember, couldn’t think. All you could feel was the sting, the heat, the way your body trembled beneath his touch.
“You said ten,” he reminded you, his hand coming down again, harder this time. “We’re just getting started.”
Each slap was worse than the last, the pain building, your cunt throbbing, swollen, red. You could feel it, the heat, the ache, and still he didn’t stop. Didn’t let up.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers slipping between your folds, teasing, taunting. “Do you like this? Does it turn you on, knowing how much pain you can take? How much I can give you?”
You couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak, but your body did, your hips arching into his touch, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers now inside you, stretching, filling you as his thumb circled your clit. “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to scream.”
And you did, your body trembling, shaking as the orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave of pleasure-pain, leaving you gasping, sobbing, as he watched, a smirk playing on his lips.
He didn’t stop. Not for hours. He used you, every inch of you, his hands, his mouth, his cock. He slapped your cunt until it was raw, until you could barely stand the touch of his fingers. He tied you in new positions, each one more degrading than the last, forcing you to look at him, to see the pleasure in his eyes as he took you, owned you.
He whispered filth in your ear, dark, twisted things that made your stomach churn and your body burn. He made you beg, made you cry, and then he made you come again, and again, until you were nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him.
“You’re mine,” he repeated, over and over, as if he needed to convince you, as if you could ever forget. “Mine.”
And when he finally untied you, when he finally let you rest, you knew it wasn’t over. He was leaving soon, flying back to his country, but this… this was just the beginning.
Because he had made you his plaything. And he wasn’t going to let you go.
“Rest,” he said, his hand stroking your hair as you lay on the bed, your body aching, your mind reeling. “Because tomorrow, we’re going to do it all over again.”
You closed your eyes, not because you wanted to, but because you had no choice. And as you drifted off, his hands still on your body, his words still in your ears, you knew one thing for certain.
He wasn’t lying.
@beuclair inspired :3
Caught in a trap
He stood at the foot of the bed, a silhouette against the flickering candlelight. His hands moved slowly, deliberately, as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. The sound of the fabric sliding against his skin sent shivers down her spine. He stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing down on her like a physical force.
“Do you know why you’re here?” His voice was low, gravelly, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. He loved this part—the moment before the storm, when the tension was unbearable and the air was charged with unspoken desires.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin. “You’re here because you need this,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. “Because you crave it. Because you know, deep down, that you belong to me.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, her body betraying her with a surge of wetness between her thighs. She wanted to protest, to deny it, but the truth was written all over her face. He smirked, a knowing, predatory grin, and straightened up.
His hand came down hard on her thigh, the sharp sting of the slap rippling through her body. She cried out against the gag, her back arching off the bed. He didn’t wait for her to recover before delivering another blow, this time on the opposite thigh. The pain was sharp, searing, but it was mixed with something else—something that made her clench her thighs together in a desperate attempt to suppress the rising heat.
“Do you feel that?” He growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Do you feel how wet you are, even as I punish you? That’s because you love it. You love being at my mercy, don’t you?”
She shook her head furiously, tears welling up in her eyes, but her body betrayed her again as another wave of arousal washed over her. He chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh, barely grazing her sensitive flesh.
“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me,” he murmured, his fingers dipping lower, teasing her entrance. She whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily, desperate for more. But he pulled his hand away, leaving her aching and empty.
He reached for the nightstand, pulling out a sleek, black vibrator. Her eyes widened as she saw it, her breath hitching in her throat. He turned it on, the low hum filling the room, and he traced it along her skin, letting the vibrations tease her without giving her what she needed.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice firm, unyielding. She shook her head again, her pride warring with her desire. He tutted, mock disappointment in his tone, and pressed the vibrator against her clit, the sudden intensity making her writhe against her restraints.
“I said, tell me,” he repeated, his voice sharp as a whip. She moaned against the gag, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her release. He increased the pressure, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to come, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
Her body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her cries muffled by the gag. He kept the vibrator pressed against her, forcing her to ride the wave of pleasure until she was trembling, her body spent.
He finally turned off the vibrator, setting it aside, and leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost tender. “That’s just the beginning.”
She lay trembling on the bed, her body still quivering from the orgasm he’d forced out of her. Her wrists and ankles were bound, the silk scarf around her neck and leather cuffs on her limbs digging slightly into her skin, a constant reminder of her helplessness. He stood over her, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. He didn’t say a word, but his silence was more commanding than any speech could have been.
He reached for the vibrator again, his movements deliberate, almost slow, as if he were savoring every second of this. Her breath hitched as she felt the cold plastic brush against her sensitive clit again. She tried to squirm away, but the restraints held her firmly in place.
“Ah, ah,” he chided softly, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re not going anywhere, pup.”
He flicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room. She whimpered behind the gag, her body already responding to the sensation. He smirked, watching her intently as he pressed the toy firmly against her.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And this time, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.”
Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and arousal flashing in them. She shook her head, a muffled protest escaping her lips, but he only chuckled darkly.
“You can fight it all you want, but we both know you’ll give in,” he murmured, his free hand trailing up her thigh. “You’re too far gone now.”
He was right. The pleasure was already building, her body betraying her as the vibrations sent waves of sensation through her. She tried to clench her thighs together, but he was quick to stop her, his strong hand gripping her leg and holding her open.
“None of that,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re going to take it, whore. All of it.”
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as the pressure grew, her body aching for release. He watched her closely, his eyes dark with desire as he saw her struggle against the inevitable.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice softer now, almost tender. “Let it happen, doll. Don’t fight it.”
She shook her head again, her body trembling as she tried to hold back, but it was no use. The orgasm crashed over her with a force that left her gasping, her body arching off the bed as pleasure consumed her. He kept the vibrator pressed against her, forcing her to ride the wave until she was shaking, her cries muffled by the gag.
When she finally came down, her body limp and spent, He turned off the vibrator and set it aside. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “But we’re not done yet.”
Before she could react, he was moving again, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. Her eyes widened in panic as she realized what he was about to do.
“No,” she mumbled against the gag, shaking her head frantically. “Please, no.”
But he only smirked, his grip tightening on her hips. “You don’t get to say no, pet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’ll take what I give you.”
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock already hard and ready. She whimpered, her body still sensitive from the orgasms, but he didn’t give her time to adjust. He pushed into her with one swift, powerful thrust, the force of it driving the air from her lungs.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move. “You feel so good, pup. So tight.”
Her cries were muffled by the gag, her body shaking as he fucked her with a relentless intensity. He didn’t hold back, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. But he had no intention of stopping.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’m going to make you come on my cock, doll.”
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but he only laughed darkly.
“Yes, you will,” he said, his hands moving to her clit, his fingers pressing down hard. “I’ll make you.”
The combination of his cock and his fingers was too much, the pleasure building rapidly despite her resistance. Her body betrayed her once more, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her screaming behind the gag. He still didn’t stop, fucking her through it until she was a trembling, sobbing mess.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft but no less commanding. “Good girl, Such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”
He finally slowed, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more controlled. Her body was completely spent, her mind foggy with pleasure and exhaustion, but he wasn’t done yet. He needed to make sure she was ruined in every way, shape and form. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
He pulled out and looked down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re doing so well, doll,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But this is far from over.”
He reached for something on the bedside table, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw what it was—another toy, this one larger and more intimidating than the first.
He smirked as he saw the fear in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, pup,” he said, his tone almost gentle. “You’ll take it. You’ll take everything I give you.”
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Because you’re mine now.”
His fingers traced the edge of the new toy, his dark eyes locked on hers. Wider, he thought as he watched her pupils dilate, her breath hitching as she tried to turn her head away. But the silk scarf around her neck kept her in place, forcing her to face him, to face what was coming.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her. “Is it fear? Or are you just that excited?”
Her throat felt dry, her body caught between the lingering ache of her last orgasms and the sharp, electric fear of what was next. Her wrists tugged uselessly against the leather cuffs, the sound of the restraints creaking filling the silence.
He tilted his head, his smirk deepening as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “I think it’s both,” he said, answering his own question. He trailed a finger down her side, the touch light, almost teasing. “You’re scared, but you’re wet. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.”
He straightened. The toy in his hand was larger, thicker, and her stomach tightened as she stared at it. I can’t, she thought, panic bubbling up inside her. But his voice cut through her thoughts, calm and commanding.
“You can. And you will.”
He stepped closer, the toy in one hand, the other reaching for her thigh. His touch was firm, almost possessive, as he pushed her legs apart further. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag in her mouth. Her body was hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers sending shivers through her.
His gaze never left hers as he positioned the toy, the tip pressing against her entrance. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself, but his voice stopped her.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself unable to look away. His expression was intense, almost predatory, and it sent a jolt of heat through her that she hated herself for feeling.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending an unexpected thrill through her.
And then he pushed the toy in.
Her back arched, her toes curling as she tried to adjust to the size. It was too much, too much, but he didn’t stop. He pushed it deeper, his hand steady, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You’re taking it so well,” he said, his voice low and approving. “Just relax, doll. Let it happen.”
But how could she relax when every nerve in her body was on fire? The toy filled her, stretching her in ways that made her gasp, her chest heaving. His free hand moved to her clit, his fingers brushing against it lightly, almost teasingly.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his tone almost marveling. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Even if you won’t admit it.”
She shook her head, no, no, no, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a shiver of pleasure. He chuckled, a dark, knowing sound, and increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers working in small, deliberate circles.
The dual sensations of the toy inside her and his fingers on her clit were overwhelming, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of yet another painful orgasm. But he pulled back, his hand stilling, and she let out a desperate, muffled whine.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We’re not done.”
He reached for something else on the table, and her stomach dropped as she saw what it was—a butt plug, sleek and intimidating. Her eyes widened, panic flooding through her as she shook her head vigorously, the gag muffling her protests.
“Relax,” he said, his tone almost soothing now. “I’ll take care of you.”
But his words did little to calm her. She felt the cold press of lubricant against her entrance, her body tensing as he positioned the plug. His other hand moved to her hip, holding her steady as he pushed it in.
Her breath hitched, her entire body stiffening as the plug filled her. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t before.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. “So tight. So perfect.”
His words sent a shiver through her, and to her horror, she felt another rush of wetness between her legs. Why does he make me feel like this? she thought, her mind a chaotic mess of fear and arousal.
He straightened again, his gaze sweeping over her bound body with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice firm, almost reverent. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
He moved to the head of the bed, his fingers brushing over her gag. “You’re going to take me now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to do it without complaint.”
Her stomach tightened as he untied the gag, pulling it free. Her mouth felt dry, her throat sore, but there was no time to recover before his hand was on the back of her head, guiding her toward him.
“Open,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.
She hesitated, her mind screaming at her to resist, but her body obeyed, her lips parting. His cock was still hard, the tip brushing against her lips as he pushed himself into her mouth.
His grip on her hair tightened as he started to thrust, his movements slow but deliberate. Her eyes watered as she tried to adjust, her throat tightening around him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it. All of it.”
His thrusts grew rougher, faster, as he used her mouth for his own pleasure. Her body was still trembling from the toys inside her, the sensations overwhelming as her owners cock filled her throat.
“You’re so good at this,” he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. “So perfect for me.”
His words sent a jolt of heat through her, and despite herself, she felt her body responding, her arousal building to a final release. The toys inside her pressed against sensitive spots rocked and moved with every thrust in her throat. The orgasm crashed hard and she convulsed with no control over herself. His cock in her mouth sent waves of pleasure through him and it became impossible not to fill her throat with his seed.
cumming so hard you still feel weak hours later >>>
Socially isolated boss who steals your dna and makes a digital copy of you for his own pleasure.
Your a hard working girl who just got hired at her new job at a gaming company, good hours, high pay. What more could you ask for? You find yourself adapting nicely, making friends, excelling at your position. The only problem is... your boss. Hes just always lurking. Always finding ways to interject awkwardly into conversations. Its hard not feel bad for the guy, hes rich but i guess money cant buy friends.
You try to make him feel welcome, like he can trust you, but god does he make it hard. The other day you were having a civil conversation, something about new softwares, not too personal. You look down and see his hard on?? Who gets hard talkimg about fucking computers?? Not even that hes just so condescending when you do get a bit personal. Making jokes about how you should be at home instead of a job like this or how you should work on your appearance for work. Its all just so weird.
But anyway, after finishing this long day of work you cant finish your sandwich and coffee and end up throwing it away in the small trash can on your desk, the custodian will deal with it. You clock out and say goodbye to your boss who seemed like he wasnt even working just lingering.
Little did you know, that the second you walked out that door he went straight to your trashcan, finding what he seemed to think was basically gold.
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You open your eyes to a room??? This isnt your room. You dont know where you are and you certainly dont know why your wearing a pj set that isnt yours.
You get up, scared but also assessing the situation, your not hurt and you can move just fine. You tip toe out of the bedroom to the rest of the house and its.. gorgeous?? Like everything you would ever want it to be. You take the time to realize the bedroom was just as beautiful and the questions in your mind keep multiplying by the minute.
Suddenly the lights start flickering slowly and turn on almost all by themselves, as if the house was "powering on". You realize that suddenly someone is opening a door. Scared you duck behind a corner as this voice calls your name. It sounds familiar, but also not?? You peek out and you see your boss? But much more handsome, as if he had gone through some minor surgeries and an overrall glow up.
"Oh thank god, i was worried there was a glitch or something". What? He's talking nonsense as your scared because youve been fucking kidnapped. "Where am i, why did you bring me here" honestly very obvious questions on your part, but your scared and whos to blame you? He doesn't answer and just stares. Theres something insidious about the way he looks at you, something almost terrifyingly loving.
"Goodness, did you not read the note??" He pauses almost trying to properly align his words. "You... your not real". You scoff and almost giggle. Because what is this lunatic even talking about? Bitch of course im fucking real, but before you can reply he continues. "I took your dna. Your not actually here this is a digital copy of you.. and my god im so glad it worked this perfectly " i mean he must be absolutely insane.? Thats not possible and it cant be true you have all your memories, your emotions, your values, everything that makes you.. you.
Hes said enough. You make a mad dash for the front door, almost tripping down the stairs. It opens, relieved you run out the front porch only to be stopped? The second you reach the end point of the front yard.. its like.. a digital screen?? No. This cannot be real, this is a prank or a dream! Yes its just a crazy dream and your gonna wake up soon.
You blink and your infront of your boss again. No. This isnt happening to you, your too smart, too cautious, too-
"Its okay, you'll adjust. There's nowhere for you to go anyway"
And there isnt. Youve tried and tried, only to end up back in his arms. Your real self clueless of the hell happening to you
Guys this is the first time i try to write any type of imagine please be nice😣 also pls leave constructive criticism id love to know your thoughts and opinions!!
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I need to be broken over and over and over and over mad over
Make me forget who I was before you
Brats poke and prod wanting a “funishment” situation, what bothers me about them is the fact that some tend to take it overboard then protest and act appalled when they end up with a true punishment.
Cute date idea, I’ll tie you up and cut your clothes off while you try and pretend I can’t see how wet you are.
I need to be fucked.
As hard as you want. Doing anything to me. Even if I don’t like it. Make me like it. Fuck my ass and fill up both holes. Slap me to the point I have marks. Bite me till I’m screaming. I want to beg for you to stop; just for you to call me pretty. Make me feel like this is all I deserve. Remind me of my place. Choke me till I pass out and keep fucking me however much you want. Smack me awake and make me feel crazy for not liking it. Tell me what I like. I just need to be fucked.
~ And I want this from anyone, just need to be fucked. <3
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I’m a drop out…someone pls help me out?? 🤭🤭
Support your local college drop out whore, by spanking her butt and having her count along.
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Ive been on a lot of dating apps recently and I just want to meet up with someone to have a hookup and it not go my way.
Of course the person I’m with is older; at least by 4 years so we can drink together. When I go to the bathroom I hope that they roofie my drink while I’m gone. When i come back they obviously push me to down my drink and I do so without any second thoughts. After the pill kicks in I hope they start to use me.
Take off my clothes while im still conscious enough to process what’s happening, that way I get to be in fear as I start to lose consciousness. After that it’s your choice what to do. Maybe tease me for a while or go straight into using me. Don’t just use my first hole; use everything. Treat me like I’m nothing more then a flesh light. Just your whore. Fill me up as much as you want. As I come back into consciousness choke me out so I never get the chance to fight back.
Afterwards just keep me. Store me away as your flesh light. I’m yours now anyways
Treat me like a slut mommy/daddy <3
I just want someone to buy me a vibrator that they can control no matter how far away they are.
Wanna put it in my tight little pussy and let daddy choose when it’s turned out and used inside of me. Hell maybe make me keep using it even if I beg for you to stop. Make me deal with the overstimulation and treat me like a whore <3
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hmm how about you lock me in a cage w a fuck machine inside of me and go out to run some errands and leave me just like that? coming home after 10 hours just to find me passed out and still cumming
Love is spreading your legs wide. Love is taking in every inch of my cock.
Love is a gun to your head and a knife to your throat. Love is, “if you make any noise, you’re fucking dead.”
Love is rape.