navyangel

Tumblr posts are not consent.

No matter what someone posts about on their kink blog, it doesn’t mean they are consenting to it actually happening.

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“How is it going?” The question washed over Billy’s mind like a breeze. Distant, almost unnoticed and gone before she could have attempted to grasp it. Not like the voice seemed too bothered by it.

“See for yourself.” Her ears picked up on the sound of steps but the rest of her failed to associate that with anything too significant. The entirety of her attention was directed solely at the screen in front of her.

“I still can’t believe it,” one of the voices whispered only to be met with a bright laugh from the other. “Well, you better start believing. I’ve been keeping an eye on her for most of today but so far it only gets more impressive as time goes on.”

The words were curious but meaningless to Billy. Idle chatter that was all too easily drowned out by the low humming tones emanating from the speakers. A refreshing change from the long hours of having to make conversation with all others, anticipating their next words or their mood. Right now all she needed to hear was the steady, melodic hum.

“Isn’t it going to… y’know?” “What? Oh, you mean if it will affect us?” The second voice chuckled. “I’ve been here all day and haven’t felt a thing. Does that ease your mind a bit?”

More of my art @alwaystiredshark

"In the middle of a "forcing party" where friends and I are forcing one another to do the things that we've been avoiding.

So far: [bullet list] A passport has been filed for; An inbox has been zero'd; A personal website has been created; & more.

Exactly like in her latest dreams...

Something slipped in beneath her thoughts, barely a whisper, coaxing her towards her bed. making her feel sleepy even though she remembered waking up refreshed and rested. The seductive idea was too innocent to resist and so, she found herself craving her soft comportable matress.

'Maybe just for a moment's rest...' she told herself. 'No harm in taking a minute or 2 for myself...'

But then, just like in her foggy dreams, that same coaxing voice praised her. Made her feel good just underneath the surface of her thoughts. Making her relax just a little more than she meant to.

Making her guard dropped just hint more...

Allowing something else to gently slip into her mind...

Like a little devil on her shoulder, the whisper continue to sooth her thoughts, helping her relax by softly putting aside her worries. All the while, the strange presence slipped in further and further, spreading inside her head like warm water.

Slowly taking over where she was too relaxed to care...

The whispers grew stronger, yet still held a silky quality that knew just how to caress the waves of ideas and thoughts that still bubbled up to the surface with increasingly longer gaps of time in between. Expertly turning away her awareness from the loss of control that was inching its way down her spine.

Relaxing her muscles in the same way her mind was being guided towards deep serenity. Warmth enveloped her neck and shoulders like blanket, allowing the invisible presence to slip down her arms all the way to the tip of her fingers.

A glitch of thought... A sporadic spike of resistance... Despite the presence's best efforts, something deep was reacting... Remembering in some small ephemeral way what was happening to her.

Her toe twitched... As if she was trying to move... Get up...

But her thoughts were too slow to follow through... Making her spike of resistance pop like a bubble... Erasing her burgeoning train of thought before it could help her resist the slow progression of lethargy that had already invaded her chest. The presence effortlessly took over her breathing, imposing a steady slow rhythm to relax her even further while the voice in her mind helped her sink deeper.

The warmth continued unhindered to glide down her body until it reached the very end of her little toes. Her whole body was now under its power, motionless and perfectly at its mercy. The voice praised her again for her easy surrender to its control, which sent blissful thrills of delights along her skin as well as down into the blank depths of her mind.

The same pleasurable wave reached a special place at the roots of her subconscious. Unlocking an area of memories she diligently remembered to forget...

This wasn't the first time she had experienced this.

Somewhere deep in her relaxed self, she understood that the vague dreams that plagued her of late weren't dreams at all. Night after night, a presences slipped into her bedroom, slowly seducing her into a deep slumber that left her awake and helpless.

Immobile in a body so relaxed that she couldn't move a muscle while the silky voice spoke in the depths of her thoughts...

Unable to resist the pull of its words as the warmth that trapped her gently caressed her body with an unseen touch. Masterfully playing along her skin to elicite the most pleasurable of sensations from her nerve endings in a way that further seduced her to accept and give into its controlling presence.

Rewarding her more and more with increasing pleasure as her mind slowly gave way...

The entity could barely do anything except tempted her to accept it again at first. However, the more she unknowingly gave in, the more it could reward and the deeper it could influence. Little by little... Night by pleasurable night... It slipped in deeper and deeper until its presence became so strong that it could begin to do more than simply seduce and influence.

Just like before, she lay motionless and completely open to its words...

No trace of resistance or spike of denial as she obediently listened and embraced the Domination it was implanting within her.

She stared at the empty ceiling, feeling the power course through her like addictive ecstasy... Understanding all over again that her body and mind no longer belonged to her.

And that was perfectly acceptable... Desirable even...

She was being transformed for a new purpose and even though her euphoric mind had no clue what that could be, she knew that it would feel even better than surrendering herself to the power that now held her in thrall...

Some time later, she woke up from her nap feeling incredibly refreshed and rested. She got up, remembering to forget everything that had just happened as she made her way to the living room to continue her day.

the transport home is awkward to say the least. you’re whimper, humping your seat lamely while you’ve practically soaked through your panties, cargos, and down onto the seat itself.

“eyes forward, men.” says price from the drivers seat. his calm demeanor gives nothing away if it weren’t for his sweating palms that have a death grip on the drivers wheel.

you whine- a fucking delicious and needy whine. “please…please captain…please can someone help me? please? pleasepleasepleaseplease?”

“oh lord,” mutters soap from beside you. his eyes are oddly focused on the pattern of the roof. “lord please give me the strength right now.” his fingers twitch with ache and his leg is anxiously bouncing up and down. he continues to mumble prayers- which is odd since soap isn’t known to be a religious man.

“please- please it’s so hot. need to take these off. please,” you beg, hands fumbling with the button and zipper of your cargos.

“stop it, kid. Kyle, soap, hold ‘er down.”

gaz and soap look at each other, face full of emotion- uncomfortableness, concern, arousal?

“S-sir…don’t think it’s a good idea for me to touch the lass right now.” Soap admits, taking a slow and deep breath as his eyes unwillingly stare you up and down.

Gaz steps up. Not because he’s eager to touch you, not because he needs an excuse to get his hands on you- but because he genuinely believes that if anyone can have the restraint, it would be him. “I’ve got it, sir.”

he bunches your hands together by the wrist, bringing it away from your pants that are left unzipped but still fully on.

you let out a broken sob that just breaks his heart but stiffens his dick. “Nonononono, just a little touch please? please? Hurts s’bad. Need to…just once, please?”

gaz gulps, and for a second his grip loosens on your wrist. “Garrick!”

gaz jerks, meeting the stare of his lieutenant who’s sweating at the base of his mask. “we’re almost there. keep it together.”

you squirm, crossing and uncrossing your legs in any attempt for a piece of friction that is just never enough.

the rest of the ride is painfully silent, each man thinking the same thing but none of them willing it out loud. It feels like ages when the transport is finally parked at the base and three heads turn to their captain for his decision.