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Fuckkk I very very quickly forced in a large, ridged toy that I was not ready for and I'm still shaking a little. I only had about a minute to get it inside before I lost the privacy of the room and I wanted it in to stretch me out for a while. I've been trying to figure out how to get the tack strip in place but I dont think I can without drawing attention.
I bought a shock collar!! Im hoping it came charged. If it did, should I try it on my neck or where??
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Once again craving for tumblr to hurt me.. š¤ I want something more extreme than usual but I can't think of anything that won't give lasting damage or leave marks.... š
I am sooo need and wanting to be stretched too far and too fast.
I may go for some reverse chastity today and c*ck warm a toy ...
If I do, how long do I keep it in before I'm allowed to take it out??
Ok, I've started with stuffing myself full of my ridged and knotted toy (6:30 eastern) and I have a tack strip pressed against my cl!t. If you want to be the one to command me how long to keep the toy now is the time.
Once again craving for tumblr to hurt me.. š¤ I want something more extreme than usual but I can't think of anything that won't give lasting damage or leave marks.... š
I am sooo need and wanting to be stretched too far and too fast.
I may go for some reverse chastity today and c*ck warm a toy ...
If I do, how long do I keep it in before I'm allowed to take it out??
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Never been able to cum without clit stimulation before. Thinking about what would happen if someone tied me down to a bed, set up a fucking machine, and told me I wouldn't be freed until I learned how to cum just from being pounded. How long it would take, how long I'd be stuck on the edge just desperate for any stimulation to my clit to push me over.
I'll be stuck in a hotel all alone all day tomorrow..... šš sure would be a shame if someone tied me to the bed and told their friends which room I'm in and left the door open.
Honestly I keep thinking about becoming a cam boy for real.
Iād need some help setting up better cyber security so I donāt get doxxed. Preferably Iād have a discreet, anonymous, and trustworthy way for people to pay and tip me- one that protects my identity and theirs. Iād need to figure out how to establish a wish list for people to send me stuff like a better camera and toys and outfits etc, cause I donāt have a whole lot of things. And I love the idea of rewarding somebody for getting me stuff by making them a bunch of porn that is exactly what they like. Just being their personal little bitch, fulfilling their sickest fantasies.
I need recommendations for safe and lucrative websites to even post on. Itās tragic that tumblr aināt it.
Yeah Iām broke, but also my sex drive is so out of control lately that this feels like the only way I could keep up with my needs. I actually have a ācoolā highly specialized job but itās paying less and less and Iām also super burnt out. I just thinking about sex all day while Iām working already. if my job was mostly fucking myself maybe Iād finally be satisfied lol?! I also get off to the idea of doing sex acts for money because of the power dynamic, plus the idea of my consent being a mere transaction. Being everyoneās cheap whore that they can touch through their phone :) knowing I gotta wake up and spread that boycunt like itās my reason for existing :) so it helps that I have a literal kink for this. gotta be better than getting verbally hate crimed by a Karen at a shitty retail job
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Pump your clit for 4 hours then put the tack tape over your cunt and hump something hard till you edge 1time every hour
Hnnng I want to obey and be a good puppy!!! I'm currently in the middle of a move, stuck in a hotel, waiting for the new place, so I don't have access to my pump or tacks... but I can assure you as soon as I have my stuff back and my privacy- I will do exactly what you've commanded.
Cuntelves like you were made to be bred by more powerful orcs. When the warband moves through your kingdom I'll make sure to find you, collar and leash you, and lead you around camp to be used by all our warriors. Your needy holes belong to us now
Uhhhhh im cumming I want this so fucking badly it makes my slit hurt. Forgive me for getting EXTREMELY carried away with some very specific ideas here! I prommy I get back to your original concept lol. Yeah so uh expect orc x elf cnc, mind breaking/control, insertion kink, size kink, degradation, masturbation, voyeurism, brat taming, corruption, kidnapping, enslavement, fantasy biology, and a bratty tboy victim who really wants it.
So. I was told the same parable over and over again since I was a young elfling: evil orcs fundamentally believe that all other species are beneath them, and that it is their right to dominate all others. They even call my breed slurs like ālow elvesā and ācuntelvesā and claim that we were created for their use, specifically. We fought for our liberation eons ago and have been defending ourselves ever since.
This was the scary story told over camp fires to keep young elves from wandering too far, and to quickly explain our wars. This was repeated to me over and over from my parents, with increasing urgency, as I developed a cocky, impulsive, and adventurous personality that worried them. It was supposed to terrify me and make me a good, obedient elf boy who stayed well within our safe realm.
It had the opposite effect. It made me so wet. I yearned to be put in my place, even if I hated the humiliating idea of being considered inferior. Sometimes I had to stalk off suddenly in the middle of orc-tales before anybody could notice my ears turning bright red.
My oldest horny fantasies were born as I would lay awake at night, replaying the orc stories in my head. I knew I was supposed to be scared- the other elves seemed to be. I did feel something similar. A strange, warm kind of fear that rushed straight to my tight, unmolested pussy.
The older I got the more I came to realize that nothing lit my fire quite like imagining myself in the clutches of a cruel, sadistic, overpowering orc. I kept these shameful, even traitorous fantasies to myself of course. I wondered if my elvish body really was designed to be subjugated. āLow.ā Beneath them. My body did respond heavily to the idea. This sickened and excited me, especially as I grew older and occasionally glimpsed real orcs on patrol and in brief border skirmishes. They were everything Iād imagined and more: several times my size, built for superior brute strength, and seemingly all of them- of every gender- were very well endowed. Their fashion proudly emphasized this, actually.
I didnāt know it then, but you were the first orc I ever fought hand-to-hand. I was thrilled by how powerful your swing was, easily 50 times what I was capable of. I was very lucky that my kind greatly outnumbered yours that day, and your group retreated, due to no merit of my own, really. You couldāve butchered me easily. But I remembered your eyes. They seemed to burn into me and through me, all the way down to my engorged tdick. You looked at me like you knew something I didnāt. Like you could read my filthy thoughts. You also carelessly left your axe behind, and I snatched it up and hid it before it could be destroyed by my superiors. I hated that they always burned orcish weapons without ever bothering to study them.
Well, the real reason I kept that girthy orcish axe from our fight was not just to behold a prize from a victorious battle, but to use as a dildo. It was far more bulky and aggressively phallic than any delicate little elvish weaponry I had. Something about its shape was irresistible to me, even hypnotic. I buried the sharp end into a log and mounted the handle any time I could get a private moment, imagining it was your orcish rapecock instead. The fantasy was so unbelievably vivid whenever I destroyed my pussy with the handle. I came harder from that than any sex Iād had before.
How was I supposed to know that orcs can form a magic bond with their weapons, one that serves as a psychic link to everything their weapon touches? I didnāt even know orcs HAD magic. My teachers had told me they werenāt sophisticated enough for it.
So when I snuck out to the woods for the thousandth time, I didnāt suspect a thing.
Your war battalion had been conquesting for some time, so you just hadnāt had the opportunity to penetrate my territory since Iād last seen you. All along your travels, youād been amused and pleasured by my masturbating. I had no idea that my āvivid fantasiesā were a two-way psychic current. The same magic that helped you tap into an arcane flow of battle energy, also meant that you savored every slash of your battle axe on a deep, physical level. So naturally, you could also feel me like a ghostly fleshlight this entire time. You had been pressing into my surprisingly pliant mind to corrupt me further every time I willingly railed myself with your axe.
Of course, you had left your axe for me on purpose all along. Youāre experienced in luring stupid little low elves like me. You had caught a whiff of my hunger for subjugation the first time your magic axe dented my breastplate. You enjoyed the taste of fear, hatred, and pathetic lust that radiated from me. You knew Iād take your axe in more ways than one. And now it was time to collect.
Your posse waited until I was climaxing loudly to step out from the shadows, chuckling and clapping. I froze. My delicate, boyish body was completely vulnerable and spread open. I blushed. I felt so ridiculously, stereotypically emasculated. My clothes, armor, and dagger lay too far to reach. When I met your eyes, a shock of recognition and humiliation reverberated through me. It was you whoād been in my head for months, degrading me, violating me, subjugating me. And I thought I had enjoyed those dark fantasies privatelyā¦. how foolishly I thought Iād been in control!
āItās time to return my property, elf-whore.ā
I attempted to quickly slide off the axe handle, but you snapped your fingers. My boycunt obediently gripped the handle so hard that I couldnāt move. I gasped. I tried yanking the handle, but it was too slick with my own cum for me to get any purchase. You were pouring overwhelming fantasies and visions of my many obscene axe-poundings into my head, which over-rid my instincts screaming for me to run. You lumbered closer. I tried to yell at you to stay away from me, but with your axe still hilted inside me, it came out more as a stuttering whine. I could see the glint of your tusks as you smirked. My pussy clenched.
You were worse than the scary stories of yore, because theyād been incorrect. Theyād assumed I could resist you and rise above your degrading idea of my species. The moment you manhandled me off your axe handle and sank my tight elf pussy onto your massive bitchbreaker, I screamed and sobbed and cursed in elvish. But I also felt my holes gape and spasm obediently for you. I couldnāt believe my cunt could be forced to fit you. My body sang with dread, pain, and pleasure.
Orc society HAD been right all along: cuntelves like me were made to be bred by powerful orcs. It didnāt matter if I cried, or thrashed, or tried to escape your cock, because my cunt was indisputably and uncontrollably enjoying this more than anything before it. My tdick and cunt had never felt so full and good, and I was overwhelmed by the need to fulfill my lifelong fantasy of being a rapesleeve, like some kind of perverted destiny. I knew then that I was created for this via centuries of orc-controlled husbandry of my species and advanced magic, shaped inside and out for their maximum pleasure. I was bred to be too small, fitting uncomfortably tight around you, and so easy to overpower. I was bred to have so many nerve endings in my holes that I was forced to enjoy this. Of course I was bred to gush with more cum than any puny elf ācockā would ever need for lube, because I was actually meant to slick up dozens of orc cocks. I really had always known my place deep down, and now I was forced to face my humiliating biology.
āTake it, low elf. You belong to me. Take it,ā you smirked while mercilessly bruising my cervix.
I came so hard I nearly blacked out.
But you were only getting started. You held me suspended by the hips and stroked me on to you, like a toy. Meanwhile, your comrades took turns gripping me by the hair and nearly suffocating me with their cocks as they facefucked me. My spying had proved accurate- even orc women have huge cocks, just like hyenas, and everyone enjoyed using me. I whimpered and clenched my pulsing boycunt. My struggling only got them off more. My feet didnāt touch the ground for hours as they passed me around, brutalizing every hole with countless thick, hot loads. I was so lost in my own pleasure, forced to cum over and over just from the fullness, that I didnāt notice the tears that had been streaming down my cheeks. But you did, and I felt your rapecock harden yet again inside me.
āFuck,ā I heard you moan, āGod, your pussy feels so good to finally claim. Give in, elf. I can feel your simple brain clinging to your personhood. You were made for this. Your little slave holes are for orc cock to fill. Feel how I fit in you? Hmm? Feel me inside you?ā You changed up the angle of your thrusting into my poor abused cunt, and I began to moan like a tawdry bitch.
āAH-AH-AH-AHHH!ā
The orcs laughed at me and became excited by this, thrusting into me more violently than ever. And all I could do was moan and pant myself hoarse. My body writhed with unbearable pleasure, refusing to let me forget that I was enjoying this for even one second.
I didnāt notice the heavy collar when it was locked in place, I was already being violated in too many unspeakable ways all at once to properly register my new enslavement. I realized I had been collared only after the gangrape, when you yanked me forward by my leash so hard I fell to my hands and knees. Everyone laughed. I was too weak to stand, so you simply dragged my broken body back to your camp by my collar.
This would become your favorite pastime. You love to yank me around, exposed, dripping orc-seed, and at the complete mercy of my chain, through countless public demonstrations. I try to imagine that my tribe hasnāt figured out what happened to me yet. I hope so. Iād rather they didnāt know.
Sometimes you still slide your axe handle into my holes too, when you feel my pathetic elf cunt has been stretched too much and needs to feel tighter for you. But you donāt strictly require it in order to push into my mind anymore, since the link is firmly established. I even technically asked for it. Breaking in a fully unwilling slave wouldāve been much harder, and you love to remind me of this when Iām bratting out.
Of course, orcs love a fight more than anything, so I become a favorite in your camp. They feed off my defiance and embarrassment. I canāt let go of my shame because of how loudly my body enjoys my use, so I remain a bigger brat than the other slaves. Thatās ok. They just savor breaking me over and over. No matter what I do, I was designed to enhance your pleasure.
(Yāall are truly conspiring to kill me with all these fantasy asks!!!! Iām so fucking spoiled and horny!!! Thank god Iām going to the renn fest soon, and Iām aspiring to get laid there or I think Iāll lose my whore mind! Thank you for this, anon. Sorry Iām deliriously fucked out and manic and wrote a whole pulp novel. I have a lot of feelings about orc/elf biology lolllllll)
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