SSRI-Induced Anorgasmia

pumping bunny boy’s pussy and spanking it so it jiggles and bounces. stuffing his mouth with your fingers so he moans and drools around them while his cunnie is slapped again and again. forcing him to squirt until he’s too oversensitive, crying overwhelmed tears as you shush and soothe him. bringing out a swatter and holding him open as you punish his swollen mound. bunny boy goes pliant and submissive after the third swat on his tender little clitty. he’s limp and sweet, his cunnie so hot and puffy. you swat it consistently for another minute or so while bun jerks but keeps his legs obediently spread. afterwards, you put a soft healing cream on bun and dress him in the softest, silkiest pair of sleeping shorts, cuddling him to sleep

cw, object insertion!

cleaning a boy’s pussy softly but uncomfortably. held down by his two doms while the third brings out a tool they ordered just for this - a custom made toilet brush, with much softer bristles but thick and round regardless. whimpering and mewling as his legs are spread apart - “Shh, there we go, that’s a good boy,” - and putting the tingly oil on the brush, so it softens the bristles further, but also makes sure he gets a deep, thorough cleaning. one of his dom’s giving him fingers to suck on while the other gently rubs his clit to distract him as the brush is inserted. he jerks at the first touch of the still rough bristles against his soft pussy, but they hold him down and murmur soothingly as it presses in further. he’s sobbing by the time it’s all the way in, the bristles fanned out inside his soft walls with only the handle sticking out. it takes a minute before the oil kicks in, causing him to tingle both pleasurably and unpleasantly, and they begin to scrub him gently. it’s a sweet, adorable affair- he’s not being hurt extremely, just uncomfortable and some mild to moderate pain, tears falling cutely as he cries. they hold him still while the brush is plunged in and out carefully, before being pushed deep into his belly and rotated in a spinning motion. they rub his clit faster. he’s more or less fucked and scrubbed with the brush until he comes, wailing as he clenches painfully around the bristles. they pull the brush out with one last scrape to his walls, and check inside for thoroughness. he’s perfect: his soft inner walls are red and swollen, puffy and scratched from the rough cleaning, and his outer lips are puffy and swollen from the scrubbing as well. he’s nice and clean and will be excellent to fuck, his puffy walls tight and swollen, sweet nub engorged. it’ll be hot and tight and wet and uncomfortable, just how little pups should be kept to stay trained and in line. they rub a soft healing salve to help heal any real scratches without any cooling factors so the swelling remains. they cuddle the sweet boy and nap with him so he’ll be ready and energized to be fucked when they wake up.

Someone who would enjoy a life devoted to being nothing more than a cocksleeve and fucktoy for a villainous ruler. Someone who would get off on being slapped, on being choked on her fat cock, on being forced to offer up their face as a seat for her and eat her ass as she held court. A pathetic mess who’s first thought in the morning and last thought at night is to play with themselves. A cutie who wants to have their mind broken and their holes ruined over and over again until they can’t even remember their own name. That’s why they summoned you sweetie~