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New found kinks: - forcemasc with a sprinkle of forcefem (< in a masc way); - fauxcest; - light snuff play; - stalking; - kidnapping; - ageplay; - musk kink; - watersports/piss kink - mind control; - and more dub con along with more cnc. I'm sure there's more new stuff I'm into but I can't remember right now.
Sometimes I'll write some stuff, post some smut. Every scenario I write/imagine is between consenting adults! Full stop.
❤️ Only Queer and Trans people are allowed to play with me ❤️
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No cis-het-men at all, you are not allowed to interact with this blog. This is for And Only For my trans queer lovely friends and not-yet-friends. No cis sr8 guys, you'll ruin the vibes, get lost.
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When Dad is too tired, I personally think the best way to show my appreciation is to ride her, letting her relax while groping my tits and ass freely. If I do really well, I can unlock fun praise dialogue, such as:
“Shit, kid, aren’t you a good little whore? Who fuckin’ raised you?”
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We've been talking a lot and she admitted she has this "dark" fantasy. You know it right? Yeah, the one where she's hunted down and raped. Of course, we've already established safe words. I've even worked out some non verbal cues with her in case she can't speak. Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing a lot. She'll be in good hands.
It's going to be a long weekend. I like to do things right, and that means taking my time hollowing her out. You should have something to distract you. Yeah, she won't be able to text between moments either. I find it ruins the energy of the scene. Plus there's no reception up in the cabin I'm taking her to.
Oh no, that was the first mistake I made. Took the girl home, her screaming had the neighbors pounding on my door within the minute. So now I bring them somewhere with a nice view where they can scream till they've lost their pretty voice. I think it lends to the weight of the scene too, knowing the only way up or down is with an off road vehicle.
I'll bring it back Sunday evening. Most of the clothes it wore will be ruined, so I'll leave it in a little blanket bundle on your doorstep.
You'll want to clean it up after. A nice warm bath, a quiet time to cry. Just let it vent those emotions for a few days. You're going to need to change its bandages until it can manage on its own.
I know you're going to feel ashamed, but trust me. It's normal to feel turned on when you see its broken form. Don't feel guilty. Ask it what happened as you touch yourself. Make it describe each depraved thing I did to it. Give in to your needs and take it while its body is still swollen and tender.
So I'll pick her up around 7?
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Okay FINE maybe I need my clit tickle tortured like it’s oxygen and also for someone to bully me when I inevitably soak the sheets with how wet I get. As if that’s not a normal and not deranged thing to want and crave on a daily basis. As if I’m the pervert
imagine. relaxing with someone you trust. they part your legs. you expect them to slip beneath your waistband but instead they rub you over your underwear. you relax back and start letting out little hums.
and then their fingers start to lighten. you squirm. it feels good, but it tickles.
you don't want to show that it tickles. you're trying to stay still and not make a sound.
and then you realize they're doing it on purpose. the fingers trace up and down, so sensitive, but not enough for real stimulation. then they start fluttering, spidering. tickling you, on purpose. between your legs.
whether you're too ticklish or need to be touched, you're going to have to speak up. although i don't think you really want to, do you?
Okay FINE maybe I need my clit tickle tortured like it’s oxygen and also for someone to bully me when I inevitably soak the sheets with how wet I get. As if that’s not a normal and not deranged thing to want and crave on a daily basis. As if I’m the pervert
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The other girl in the basement has more chain, and never talks to you. You tried, of course, when you first woke up shackled to the wall. Screamed at her until you went hoarse. You didn't have enough leash to get anywhere near her, or do anything besides lay down. She went about her day, cycling between calisthenics and reading a stack of books next to her nest of cushions. She was probably in her late thirties, and must have been a fitness nut before this.
The captor, because she never gave you any other name, never interacts with her in front of you. She's younger, and talks absentmindedly, but rarely seems to expect or want an answer.
Once every day, she comes downstairs with cattle prod and hood in hand, and takes you from the claustrophobic basement up the stairs, right turn, five paces, into another windowless room. It has only a treadmill and a chair. You refused, at first, and learned exactly how badly a cattle prod hurt. You swore to never eat meat again after your escape.
The captor demands nothing else of you, and answers no questions. She takes the other girl at different times, for far longer, and she returns with deep bruises, sometimes bloodied. You try to be grateful.
Each day you run, as fast as you can, for however long she makes you. The pace ticks up, day over day, and your heart rate settles into a comfortable spot. What had once left you gasping and pleading to stop, spurred on only by violent threats, is now an easy jog.
You couldn't say how long it had been, the day the routine changed. The captor took the other girl, and then came down again for you. Up the stairs, left turn, ten paces, down two short steps and… a breeze?
The hood comes off, and you're outside. It is late afternoon, and you furiously blink away tears. Your prison sits in a small clearing, a cabin with woods sprawling on every side of it. The air, fresh after so long, is thick with pine and so delightfully green.
The other girl is there too - without restraints. Standing, tight as a whip, staring into the woods.
The captor gestures to the treeline.
"Run. You get a five minute head start."
The words take a moment to register. You're weightless, giddy. You have no bearing, but you loved the woods as a child, and the captor does not seem dressed for the chase at all, in a long dressing gown and slippers. You bolt into the trees, the taste of freedom on your lips.
At a hundred yards, you realize the other girl did not start running with you. She had not been staring at the trees. She was waiting, impatiently. The realization sinks like a stone in your stomach, but you press on. Brush whips at your legs, leaving stinging cuts.
You hear her start. The first sound you've ever heard her make, an awful, baying howling. And then deathly silence, in comparison to your clumsy fleeing.
That's the problem with an exotic pet, you know. It needs live prey.
Baby, you need to understand that I’m your mom and I want what’s best for you. I want you to be resilient and strong. You’re so brave and capable of handling hard and difficult things. What I want is for you to recognise that, to strengthen that muscle within you that knows you can endure and survive anything. So of course I’m going to insist on you stripping down so I can spank you to the point of being uncomfortable sitting for a week! I love you, you know that.
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younger sister who keeps trying to get you drunk so she can take advantage of you, so there’s plausible deniability. she works late into the night at a dyke bar and keeps telling you that she’s bored during her shift, that you should come keep her company, that she’ll repay you with free drinks. you know what she’s doing but you want the deniability too. you know your mother would freak but it’s probably her poor parenting that made you both into each other in the first place. sometimes she gets you so drunk that you can’t remember if you stopped in time, before you let her go too far. are you still pure? does your girlfriend suspect anything? probably not, she keeps inviting your sister over for “family meals”. your sister is trying to talk you both into going “halvies” on a hottub for your backyard. you try not to think about it. It’s fine if you’re not the one making decisions, actions, approaches. You can’t be blamed for not knowing where to draw the line. A drink starts to sound good.
Imagine getting so fucking soaked from your rapist teasing you that they don't have to force themselves in at all, sliding in with ease as your body eagerly takes their cock
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