37 the blog name is a reference to mario in case you were wondering. specifically the post that's like "judge: it's a fine" mario: "no itsa not". I'm not good at coming up with blog titles if you couldn't tell.
god i wanna be bent over someones lap and spanked until im in tears. i want them to tell me how pretty i look with tears in my eyes, how horny my pain makes them. i wanna be teased for clearly enjoying it, with how much im squirming and how wet ive gotten. i wanna be held down by the middle of my back and spanked and fingerfucked until im brainless
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oh to be tied up so tightly that resistance isnât even a concept that exists for you anymore. thereâs no use in struggling or trying to break free, you just surrender to that blissful state of subspace, every venue of escape firmly shut down, body spread eagle over a deliciously soft bed, wrists and ankles held open by thick leather cuffs and your hands wrapped in tight mitts, rope crisscrossing your body, broken only by beautiful knots, entwining you, hugging your skin, and making you feel powerless. a low hum between your legs, enough to keep your mind fuzzy under those blindfolded eyes. wouldnât that be nice?
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I love things being...not exactly forced into me, but being put in me and forced to stay there. Things like dildos under tight underwear, harnesses that hold a toy in, dildo or pacifier gags, big plugs. I like trying to push them out and not being able to. I like not being able to remove the thing penetrating me.
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Posing it, undressing it and putting it into whatever position I choose. Tossing your doll around. Shoving it down to the ground.
Putting your doll into the perfect pose, as it lays there, and looks pretty. Whispering into its ear that if it moves, the game ends and it will be left alone
Playing all you want with your doll as it lays there struggling to stay composed, still, and lifeless. Not allowed to make noise, or reach for you, or let itself relax as you play with it.
My boyfriend fingered my pussy while I was asleep and recorded it on video so when I opened up my phone this morning there were just several videos of me being fingered and Iâve zero memory of it. My pussy got so wet the second I saw the videos.
Well then, maybe I should talk you through it while you touch yourself?
Or maybe I should tell you how to touch yourself? How fast? How slow? How hard? How soft? When and where to rub. When and where to finger. When and where to slap, smack, pinch, and pull.
Or maybe I should tell you what I'm going to do with you. Where I'm touching. Where I'm kissing, licking, biting. If I'm going to take my time, teasing you, making you shiver and gasp. If I'm going to be sweet and gentle. Or if I'm going to take charge, doing what I want, using your pretty body for my enjoyment.
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I wake up groggy, head pounding, limbs restrained, mouth gagged. The cold metal of the examination table bites into my skin as I squirm against the thick leather straps pinning my wrists and ankles down.
He leans over me, eyes burning with sadistic amusement. I whine behind the gag, mouth too stuffed to make any coherent noises. His fingers trail along my inner thigh, humming a playful tune before giving my flesh a sharp, stinging pinch. "Look who decided to wake up!" He tilts his head, grinning. "Took you long enough, I was getting bored waiting."
With a smirk, he presses a button on the side of the table and a mechanical whirring fills the room as stirrups snap into place, forcing my legs apart.
His free hand suddenly presses down on my lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to make me whimper and squirm. "So sensitive," he coos, "You are going to be so fun to play with."
His thumb circles my entrance, teasing, before he plunges two fingers in without warning, crooking them upward ruthlessly. "Mm, you're already so sloppy. Bet you didnât even realize your body could react like this, did you?"
A cruel laugh escapes him as he adds a third finger, stretching me obscenely, his other hand palming my stomach again, pressing down, forcing me to feel how deep heâs reaching. I scream behind the gag as painful pleasure shoots through my body.
He presses his fingers deeper and I arch my back against the restraints. Then I feel it, his fingers graze against my deepest spot and my whole body shudders.
"Oh, thatâs your cervix, sweet thing. You can feel it, canât you? Does that hurt? Or did you like that?" His grin widens as I whimper. "I think you liked that."
He leans in close, breath ghosting over my ear. "Donât fret, Iâll make sure you like this."
With that, he withdraws his fingers only to replace them with something thicker, colder. I whine from the stark temperature contrast as metal slides into my pussy. A medical-grade speculum clicks open, forcing me wider, exposing my desperately dripping cunt completely under the harsh overhead lights. "There we go," he coos, tapping the metal dismissively, making it send vibrations through me. "Much better view."
His fingers return, this time circling my cervix directly, rubbing slow, torturous circles, stimulating me in a way my body doesnât know how to cope with. I clench, jerking against the restraints but he just tuts, amused. "Ah-ah. Donât fight me, sweet girl," he teases.
His fingers press harder, the pressure against my cervix mirroring a different kind of pressure building within me. Heâs going to make me cum like this.
He grins devilishly at me as he presses deeper and gives my clit a harsh pinch with his free hand.
A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body betrays me, gushing around his hand. He throws his head back and laughs, delighted. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." He pulls his hands away and wipes his glistening fingers on my thigh, smirking down at my wrecked expression.
"Donât worry, pretty thing. Weâre just getting started."
The hum of a toy fills the room. A thin, precise electric probe, buzzing faintly. My body trembles against the restraints, slick with sweat, every shallow breath hitching as his free hand lazily traces circles over my clit, just hard enough overstimulate my raw nerves.
"Oh, pretty girl, youâre shaking," he coos. "We just started and youâre so desperate already." His thumb grinds down suddenly, forcing a choked whine from my throat as the pleasure washes over me. Then he tsks, pulling away just as my hips twitch up. "Ah-ah. No, no, no chasing, you donât get to choose when you get pleasure. I do."
He smiles at me before pressing the toy against my clit without warning. A jolt of electricity lances through me, sharp, bright, just shy of pain. My back arches violently, a scream tearing loose behind the gag as my muscles seize. He laughs, delighted, and does it again. And again.
"Look at youâconvulsing like a broken toy," he sneers, dragging the probe lower, tracing along my soaked cunt. "Youâd think your body would have some dignity, but no. Itâs just begging for more." The electric probe flicks my entrance. âYou know, that speculum should be a perfect conductor for this electricity. Should we find out what happens when they meet?â
He doesnât wait for my response and plunges the toy into me, electricity crackling against my walls and the metal holding me open. My vision goes white as the shock hits every inch of my dripping pussy. I writhe, sobbing, but he only presses deeper, angling it upâ
Zap.
My scream fractures as the current slams into my g-spot, my hips jerking helplessly. "There it is!" He croons, watching my thighs quiver. "Thatâs the spot, isnât it? The one that makes you drip like a filthy little thing." Another shock, harder this time. My vision whites again out as my cunt clenches, gushing around the toy and the speculum.
But he doesnât stop there.
The cold metal clicks wider, exposing my cervix to the chilled air. He exhales, amused, as the delicate tissue flutters under his gaze. "Oh, thatâs sensitive Iâm sure," he murmurs. I thrash and beg behind the gag, a pit of dread building in my stomach as I realize what he plans to do.
He ignores my protests and taps my cervix with the probe, just once, lightly, no electricity yet. I sob as the unbearable sensation shoots through me. Then he grins andâ
ZAP.
I screech, body bowing off the table as agony-pleasure erupts from my core, my cunt spasming, squirting in pathetic, helpless bursts. He watches, enthralled, as I choke on my own drool, tears streaking my face.
Another shock against my cervix. My vision blurs, hips jerking wildly as another orgasm is ripped from me. Tears stream down my face, my breath coming in broken sobs, but he doesnât stop. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
"Youâre not even trying to resist. Just taking it like a good little toy. Go on, scream for me. Let me hear how ruined you are."
He cranks the voltage higher.
My world implodes.
Electricity carves through me like a blade, my cunt pulsing, my voice breaking into a shattered wail as I squirt again for him, my body writhing in overstimulated agony. He moans at the sight, pressing the probe even deeper, forcing my cervix to take it, to feel it, until all I can do is convulse against my restraints.
"Perfect." He purrs, finally pulling back to admire his handiwork, my wrecked, trembling body, dripping cunt, and tear-streaked face. "You really are such a treat to break."
He pats my thigh, grinning. "Now letâs see how many more I can force out of you before you pass out."
The toy crackles again as he waves it tauntingly at me. I whimper and his laugh is the last thing I can remember as my mind buckles under his torment.
telling a dom you can't cum anymore and they say "that's okay, i don't need you to cum" and continue rubbing your swollen clit while you whimper and writhe around đĽ°