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@jadedprey3
Not a person, but I’m forced to play pretend.
Untagged hard kinks below.

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I got the kind of mental illness that simultaneously makes me both 1000% more attractive, and 1000% less attractive.
Saliva that incapacitates our prey so we can use it while it sleeps
Forcing our Princess into a deep kiss and feeling it melt slowly down, consciousness failing as she mindlessly sucks on our tongue, slipping down until its left in a heavy slumber, so sweet and vulnerable <3
Groping our Princess's soft ass while it sleeps, slipping her nightgown up and pushing my tongue between its cheeks, long and thick as it stretches her out, slick drool making it far too easy to force deeper and curl inside, eventually pulling out, watching as she shivers adorably from pleasure still fast asleep, cuddling up close as we bury our cock into it, deeper and deeper until we bottom out inside her, precum pooling out of it as she moans softly, stuck in its dreams with no way to fight back while we use her as our pretty little cocksleeve
"I had a pet like you once" is a truly under-utilized dynamic in so many ways. I don't think I would be able to function properly ever again if this were said to me in all seriousness. Do you see me as a pet? Am I your pet? Am I yours? What do you mean "once"? Why am I so sleepy? What did you put in this drink? where did that leash come from
Of course I romanticize my future with my captive. How could I not? It’ll be mine for the rest of its life. The legality and morality of our arrangement means it’s more binding than a marriage.
Maybe I’ll treat the day I finally bring it home like a wedding. Dress it up all cute n fancy while it’s knocked out. I’ll wear a pretty gown. I worry about wearing white, if it gets confused and I have to hurt it I don’t wanna stain my dress : ( but maybe red or pink? I can guide it by knifepoint to dance with me to its favorite songs. Bring it flowers (Its favorite used to be jasmine, I’ll have to find out what it likes now) and gifts.
It doesn’t get a wedding ring, I can’t trust it with something like that right away, but I think the pretty cuffs will suffice. And of course it’ll take my last name. That tradition feels so right. My darling possession, marked with my name. Maybe I’ll even get it collar tags with whatever first name I give it and my last name. New name, new home, new owner, new life! Deserves to be celebrated.

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I should be a tiny piece of property for my betters to leer at and fondle my little body just for fun
If I were small and vulnerable and in a cage on your desk would you make objectifying comments and run your finger on my tits and spend more time looking at my ass than my face. Be honest
I think I have like a usefulness-breaking kink or something. taking someone who's so desperate to be useful and taking it all away from them, softly, sweetly, gently, until they can't even try to help at all... Forcibly relaxing them until they don't even protest about what they "should" be doing....
Awwwww, somebody went and ripped out all that usefulness you hold so dear but guess who's still loved? that's right, it's you!! No, silly, there's nothing you can do for me, but I can do some things for you! here, why don't you just put your head in my lap and let me tell you what a good job you're doing by relaxing for me~
The open door was a test, one you failed miserably by the way. But now you're out, you've escaped, congratulations. You're back in your apartment, back at your job, back with your friends.
Except
You're only keeping your apartment clean because your friends are helping you, you just don't have much energy any more. You got your job back because your boss pitied you, but you're not keeping up, he and you both know under normal circumstances he would have fired you by now. And your friends? They're trying, but you can't go out because you see my face around every corner and loud noises make you panic.
How much longer until the pity evaporates like so much mist in mid morning sun. How long until your boss gets sick of covering for you and fires you. How long until your friends stop cleaning your house, until "you poor thing" becomes "when are you gonna get over it". How long until you're jobless, homeless, friendless.
And then what
I'm not saying life with me was good, far from it. I tortured you mercilessly in any number of horrifying ways. I raped you and beat you. I starved you. You're missing a few toes from that time I gave you hypothermia and a few of your fingernails may never grow back nicely.
And I'm not saying I'll suddenly be nice when you come back. I'll still torture you, probably worse than before because I have to discipline you for running away.
But wasn't it nice to be treasured? After every horrific torture didn't I lovingly nurse you back to health? Wasn't it nice to be the object of someone's undivided attention? Your entire world was built just for you and you were the most important thing in that world. Don't you miss that?
And who would love you now? You flinch away from every touch, you scream out in your sleep, your face is disfigured from those scars I gave you. Me. That's who would love you now.
And, you know it, I know you know it. Why else would you lie to the police. I wouldn't have been caught, I'm too careful. But I would have had to run and then you wouldn't have known where to find me. No, you kept that option available on purpose.
The door you walked out of is still open sweetheart, walk back in whenever you're ready to give up.
(This is a repost from my old blog bubblegumgothglados)
I like being watched over while I sleep. I don't care what happens to me I trust her so much to take care of me. I know I'm safest with her. Safe to relax safe to exist safe to let my guard down
god I just can’t stop thinking about lounging on a throne with my fingers tangled in my pet’s hair while it sits on the floor, leaning as close as it can. Talking to someone else or reading or otherwise ignoring it. Hearing the musical clink of its chains as it shifts occasionally to get comfortable. Yanking its hair occasionally to remind it that I’m here, that I own it, that it will feel pain if I decide it should.

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Holding you down by the neck and watching you scrabble against the moist dirt of the forest floor, getting your clothes all dirty, smearing your makeup against those beautifully heavy tears running down your cheeks. You look like a pitiful, pathetic mess from up here. Caught. Helpless. My body is on top of yours, pinning you down. Put on a good enough show for me and maybe I’ll consider keeping you as a pet.
What if I kidnapped you and raped you daily but treated you like a scared caged animal the whole time. Constantly offering you affection and gentle coos to try to encourage you to not be scared of me, even as I nightly hold your trembling body underneath me hard enough you can't wiggle away from me as I use you to get off. And every time after I cradle your face and smile so warmly as I lick away your tears
broken attachment styles are so cute. awww, you have no idea how to relate to others, form healthy boundaries, or navigate intimacy? poor thing, let me take care of you. yes, I know that will make you panic. it's okay, it's for your own good! now keep struggling.
of course it all feels bad! it's scary when I refuse to leave you alone and when I'm gone for any amount of time. nothing feels right: sweet and nurturing, scary and violent, distant and cold. that's the best part! you'll never like it, no matter what, until maybe you're lucky enough for your sense of self to erode completely. and then you'll be the ideal toy, a shell controlled by conditioning and startle reflex.
now, now, of course I understand real love! why else would I be doing this to you? *takes your hand while maintaining continuous eye contact despite your obvious discomfort* :) *holds your hand so tight that you can't pull away as your unease slowly but surely blossoms into panic*
see? you're a natural! 🥰❤️🩹
OBSESSED with "greedy" yes good god, like teasing someone about their greedy little hole, or saying y'all should really stop but you just can't because "I'm too greedy to let you go now", or a greedy cockslut who NEEDS more and more cum fucked down their throat!!!! Greedy greedy greedy wanting more so bad that it's considered a damnable offense, I'm about to get a little demonic on it ngl 🥴🥰

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Aphrodisiac but like... only physical. No mental or emotional effect, it just activates the body to be receptive to some evil aggressor's vile attack. They tie you up, administer the drug, and wait for the horror to set in as your body performs full arousal for them.
Your body feels so good no matter how upset you are, and they play with you, edge you, tease and torment you, anything they want, and you're totally helpless, unable to do anything but get hard and drip for them as they use your body to entertain themselves.
The "my kink is being listened to and cared about" line always makes me laugh, because is it really? Does the idea of spilling your guts while I hold you sweetly and stare into your eyes make your face hot and your body tense with need? Feeling that warm, careful attention in my arms will reduce you to aching and panting, just from me showing how much I understand you? Because if so, that's really cute honestly. Will you notice how easily I get you to press up against me as I hang onto your every word and your body slowly melts into my hands? Are you really so pathetic that a scrap of affectionate tending will turn you into a toy underneath me? Adorable! 🥰 I love easy prey.