i guess i should finally make one of these intro things sooo 😵💫 my name is hypnos but u can call me whatever u want!!! a dom asserting a pet name or pronouns on me is hot to me tbh
pronouns: it/they/he but i enjoy she in the right context
other names: pup/puppy, mutt, good girl/boy, kitty/kitten, baby, doll, slut/whore, toy, fag, junkie, kid/kiddo
im transmasc but i’ve been pretty genderfluid lately and i rlly like to embody the role im playing as :3 im 22 years old, almost 4 years on T, and almost 3 years post top surgery. im mainly T4T and really enjoy taboo kinks/fetishes especially ones where im mentally + physically being controlled. im more vers/switchy irl but submissive in most of my fantasies so thats why you’ll mostly see that here. this is a sideblog so if i interact it’ll show up as @weed******
DNI: racist, homo/transphobic, zionist, ableist, pro contact w/kids/animals, etc. u know the drill
looking for: owner, mistresses/masters, mommy/daddy, big sis/bro/siblings, monsters and freaks <3
my dms/asks/replies are always open for people to tell me what they want to do to me or vice versa, i’ll do requests when i can!! im on here infrequently but when i am im usually out and about trying to edge in public or smoking weed and jacking off. if ur in the bay area tho lmk so we can meet up ❤️🔥
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I’m gonna get a toy maybe 8-10 inches, just big enough so I can bruise my cervix real good and shove it all the way in my puppycunt, then im gonna lay down and put a bullet vibe on my tdick and hold my hands behind my back. I’ll just drool and hump into my mattress until I can’t take it anymore and just come, over and over.
Maybe someone will tie my hands behind my back with some rope or handcuffs, and leave me there, all I can do is slobber and whine from the overstimulation, my my hole leaking and my cock rubbed raw, but I can’t get out I just have to stay a little pathetic stupid puppy until a daddy comes to release me ><
I’ve been thinking about this all day, i need to go shopping NOW
Can’t stop imagining having sex with a gay guy who is so turned on by the fact that I can actually get pregnant that he makes sure to pump his cum deep inside me, doesn’t matter how, maybe he just takes the condom off while I’m not looking, maybe he says he’ll pull out, maybe he just uses a condom with a hole cut out over his cum slit… either way the night goes from a fun consensual fling to panic rising in me as I realise he filled me up and there’s nothing I can do to get all of his sperm out no matter how hard I push
Tease me, touch me until I’m dripping and then when I ask if you brought a condom say no. Say oral is okay but then don’t let me cum. Soon enough I’ll decide to just say fuck it and let you stick it in me completely raw.
Get me horny enough that I agree to using the pullout method, then hold me close as you empty your semen inside me and pretend you tried to pull out.
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thinking about my master stepping on my cunt with the bottom of his boot (⸝⸝⸝> ▵ <⸝⸝⸝) or my legs are spread and he's digging the tip of his shoe into my pussy....
i neeeeed to take an edible and let him fuck me while im hazy. maybe we start just before its starts to hit and he gets to watch my eyes glaze over as he fucks me stupid
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Ductaping a vibe to her clit on medium and asking her questions. Turning it lower with every correct answer she gives. Turning it up every time she answers wrong.
She’s a smart girl (not for long, but even dummies are good at pattern recognition) and will answer wrong to chase her pleasure.
When she can’t answer even the most basic questions, fuck her as hard as you can until she cums. Then start again
This is a concept I have been thinking about for a long time. I am legitimately curious how much you could fuck up someone's brain like this, crossing the wires in their head that tell "right" from "wrong" until all that matters is what their Master says.
testosterone is fucking awesome. wdym im hard AND wet rn. i can hump things like a mutt til my cunt gets wet n then use that as lube to jerk off my dick ??? transsexuals are angels.
ooh i'm so pliable and willing and vacant ooh you wanna give me orders so bad ooh you wanna fill up my head with nothing but thoughts of pleasure and pleasing you ooh
I always come back to gratitude. Specifically about how fun it is to make someone say thank you and mean it while I’m doing something terrible to them.
It starts simple. I make you cum and I tell you to say thank you and you do because that’s easy. That one makes sense. Someone made you feel good, and you express gratitude, that’s just good manners. You don’t even think about it. Thank you. Of course. That felt amazing. Thank you.
But then I have you say it again the next time while my hand is around your throat. Say it. And you do, thank you, a little choked and sputtering, and something about forcing the words out while you can barely breathe makes them feel different in your mouth. Heavier. More real. You said thank you while I was hurting you and you meant it and that’s a new piece of information about yourself that you have to carry around.
Then I start expanding the territory. I want to hear it when you’re wet. Not just when you cum. When you’re wet. The moment you notice that your body is responding to me I want you to stop whatever you’re doing and say thank you. Because that arousal doesn’t happen without me. That drip between your legs is something I built. I put it there through weeks and months of conditioning you to respond to my voice and my hands and my words and the least you can do is acknowledge where it comes from. So every time you feel it. Thank you. In the morning when you wake up thinking about me and you’re already soaked before you’ve opened your eyes. Thank you. In the middle of your workday when something I said three nights ago surfaces in your brain and suddenly your thighs are pressing together under your desk. Thank you. You text it to me like a little status report. Like a prayer you send throughout the day to the person responsible for keeping you this ruined.
But we can push further. I’ll have you thanking me for the things that should horrify you: Thank you for taking your limits away. Say it. Thank you for crossing every line I drew. Thank you for making me need this. Thank you for making it so I can’t cum without your permission. Thank you for showing my friends what I look like when I beg. Thank you for the bruises. Thank you for the photos you keep in a folder I pretend I’ve forgotten about. Thank you for making me say all of this out loud.
Say it after I make you do something new and degrading, and hear the thank you come out before you’ve even processed what just happened to you. Your brain skips straight past the shock and the shame and lands on thank you as your default setting. No matter what I do to you the first thing your body produces in response is a thank you that I’m the one doing it.
The way some people moan or gasp or cry. You say thank you. That’s your sound now. That’s what comes out of you when you’re overwhelmed and desperate and completely under my control.
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I always lie there listening to you sleep, staring at the ceiling, running through all the reasons I should let you rest. I mean, you look so peaceful. So completely unaware of how much I'm aching, how every slow breath you take is a test of my self control.
I fail that test every time.
It's always something small that breaks me. You mumble in your sleep. Shift closer. Your ass presses back against me and my cock twitches and suddenly all those good reasons don't seem very important anymore.
My hand slides between your thighs just to check. Just to see. And you're always so wet. Slick and swollen. I think your body knows what's coming even when your mind is somewhere far away. Your pussy is warm against my fingers. You whimper when I push inside, and your hips rock back into my hand like you're chasing something in your dreams.
That's usually when I stop pretending I was ever going to hold back.
I need to be inside you. Not just my fingers. I need to feel you stretch around my cock while you're still half asleep, still soft and pliant and trusting. I need to spread your thighs and sink into you slow enough to feel every inch.
I know your eyes will flutter open when I bottom out. Still hazy. Still catching up. I'll watch the moment it registers. How full you are. Your lips parting and this shaky little breath escaping as your thighs fall open wider.
I'll start to move before you can say anything. Slow. Deep. Strokes. Watching you try to form words and fail because I'm hitting that spot and your eyes are rolling back and all you can do is take it.
Somewhere between the third thrust and the first moan you'll stop caring that I didn't wait.
Fucktoy. You're on the floor, flat on your back. The man who just finished pulls out, his cock dragging slick and heavy from between your legs. You let your head loll to the side. A sticky warmth leaks down your inner thigh and pools on the floor beneath you.
There's a hungry circle of four men looking down at you, and the sight of them sends a lazy pulse through your already-wrecked cunt.
"My turn."
"Fuck off, I was next."
"You went last time, asshole."
The argument kicks off like you're not even there, which is its own kind of thrill. They're fighting over your body, and you lie there with your legs still open and cum leaking out of you, soaking it in.
You push up on your elbows. Tilt your head. Put on your dumbest, most confused expression.
"I thought it was his turn?"
You point a lazy finger at the one who just came inside you. He barks out a laugh. The argument erupts.
"See? She wants me again."
"She's a dumb slut, she doesn't know what she wants!"
You bite your lip to keep from grinning. You know exactly what you want. You want them loud and grabby and competing over who gets to ruin you next. You want to be the thing they can't share nicely.
A hand clamps around your ankle. Another seizes your wrist. You're being pulled in two directions and you go limp on purpose, ragdoll soft, making yourself easy to move. Easy to arrange.
Someone gets tired of waiting. He kneels between your legs and spits directly on your clit and the shock of it makes your hips jerk off the floor. His fingers push inside you, curling, and you're so wet from the last load that the sound is indecent. Even for you.
"Someone's gotta keep her warm while you idiots figure it out."
That breaks the stalemate.
A hand fists your hair and tilts your head back until your throat is exposed. A cock pushes past your lips and you open wide, your jaw dropping on muscle memory. He slides in deep enough that you gag and the sound makes the whole room groan.
Your hand finds another cock. Thick, already leaking. You're almost grateful. With everything else happening to you right now, you really needed something to hold onto. Something to keep you afloat. Your fingers curl around him and start stroking.
The one between your legs pulls his fingers out and you feel the blunt press of his cock replace them. No pause. He shoves in and the stretch punches a sound out of you that gets swallowed by the cock in your mouth.
Then a body presses against your side. Warm skin along the length of you. Teeth find your neck, scraping slow, and a hand slides down your stomach and finds your clit. Starts rubbing.
And that's where your brain checks out.
It collapses into one continuous sensation, a full-body hum of being touched everywhere, used everywhere, needed by every man in the room. You're in a frenzy. Your hips are moving on their own, grinding down onto the cock inside you, pushing into the fingers working your clit, chasing everything at once.
The one fucking you picks up his pace, and every thrust rocks your body hard enough that it drives you further onto the cock in your mouth. You gag each time he bottoms out, a wet, choked sound you couldn't stop if you tried. You can feel fingers bruising your hip where he's gripping you. You hope they leave marks. You want to look in the mirror tomorrow and see the proof of being this wanted.
The cock in your cunt cums first. You feel the pulse and the flood, filling you up while your walls grip him in desperate little squeezes. The thumb on your clit presses harder and your orgasm hits without warning, your whole body seizing, a strangled cry trapped behind the cock still lodged in your throat.
He pulls out and you feel the mess of him spill, running down to the floor. Before you've finished shaking the cock in your mouth drives deep and holds and you swallow as his cum hits the back of your throat. The one in your hand follows seconds later, running hot across your stomach, pooling in your navel.
Then they pull away. One by one, leaving you on the floor.
You lie there. Breathing hard. Cum drying on your stomach, leaking from between your legs, the taste of it still coating your tongue. The room is quiet for a few seconds. The loudest sound is your own heartbeat.
Then the arguing starts back up.
"Well now she's a fucking mess."
"You made most of it. You clean her up!"
"It's not my fault I cum more than you!"
Their voices wash over you. Already negotiating the next round.
Your fingers twitch. You slide one hand down through the mess, trailing through their cum, dipping lower. Your clit is swollen and throbbing, lubed with their fluids and yours. It barely takes any pressure at all. You start rubbing again while they argue above you.
Their fucktoy is going to be needed again soon. You want to be ready.
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