Call me Crow. They preferred, he alright, she/it to turn me on. Poly butch dyke in their 20s. Primarily t4t switch. Frequently absent because I do kink irl too and get busy. I use this blog to index my fantasies, catalogue expeirences, and chat with people.
I’m Owned by my wonderful dad—but I’m down for anons and DMs. I love attention from mean women/girlthings/genderweird ppl.
Don’t follow or engage if you’re a minor or a bigot.
Tag Guide:
#mine. — as it says. I don’t tag reblogs, so if you want to avoid something, only look at these posts and filter according to my tags.
#diary. —abridged writeups of actual scenes I have done. They were all negotiated. Do not be weird on any of my posts, but on these ones especially.
#asks. — as it says.
#not hot. — now why would you even need to use this?
#misgend. — includes the full spectrum of dysphoria play to misgendering to detrans for trans people in general. also tagged #forcefem. or #transfem misgend. where applicable
#cnc. — everything from high-resistance to intox to somno. tagged “intox.” and “somno.” where applicable.
#ageplay. — as it says.
#incest. — dad, mom, big bro, big sis, and aunt are fair game. tagged with the appropriate relationship: #dad. #sister. etc.
#edge. — intense fear, weapons play, torture. tagged #knife. or #gun. or #drowning. where applicable
#petplay. — tagged #puppy. #bird. or #moth. where applicable. #dog. is for zoo-flavor stuff where I bottom for a dog.
#breeding. — as it says.
#tickling. — I’m only interested in this as a dom.
#leather. — I’m a massive fetishist. tagged #boots. where applicable.
#masochism. — pain, and taking it.
#politics. or #class play. — wealth, the resulting inequality, and play centered around ideological subjugation.
#religion. — deity worship and christianity fetishization.
#hypno. — as it says.
Limits:
Medplay, raceplay, bodily fluids that are NOT sweat, blood, cum, or spit
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drunk and dizzy and cornered while i’m on my knees so my nose is pressed up against her cock and i have no choice but to huff. shy at first, then gasping for air and desperately inhaling every bit of her musk. i barely need any encouragement to start touching myself, blushing furiously as i rub my wet cunt, intoxicated by Her
"God puppy, I just tease you for a little bit and you're already grinding against my leg like an animal in heat? You're so fucking pathetic it's almost cute."
"Did you really just start grinding faster? Are you getting off to being called pathetic? Oh my god you are... such a sweet and pathetic mutt getting off to --"
"Did you really just cum? From that? You fucking came from me calling you pathetic didn't you? God puppy you're lucky you're so cute. Why did you stop? I never said you could stop grinding against me. I need to get off and I want a show from a pathetic puppy like you."
i want a throatfucking where it’s clear the more you violate and degrade me the more it gets you off. it doesn’t matter if i need to breathe if i’m gagging and choking if drool is starting to pool and drip down the side of my face. your pleasure is all that matters and besides, you like how fucked up and whorish i look. tell me to take it like a fucking slut, i wanted this so bad, so i better take everything you’re giving me. push me further than i think i can take. drag my head down by my hair and thrust into me without a care for my wellbeing, like my body’s just a toy for your pleasure.
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He’s unapologetic when he slams your face into the pillow, then slips his large, strong hand against your throat.
Your whole body is pulled up as he cocks your head backward.
“What are you?”
You whine — that’s all you can really do in that position — the air barely being able to pass your lips.
He suddenly lets go, pushing your face back into the pillow. You cough, gathering what air you can through the fabric of the pillowcase.
“I told you already, I’m a dyke,” you pant out, muffled.
“Mmm, close,” he hums cruelly, replacing his hand on your neck once more. He pulls you up again, grip just loose enough to keep you conscious.
“What are you?” he repeats, sternly.
Once again, a pathetic whine and a squirm is all you have to offer before you’re shoved down onto the pillow.
“I’m a lesbian,” you huff, adding as much emphasis as you can on the last word. The up and down movement still leaves your hands clenching at the sheets around you in a desperate attempt to ground yourself to reality.
This time he replaces his grip on your throat down to your shoulders, roughly jerking you upward. You catch your breath, only to find it hitching as you feel him biting down hard on your neck.
You can’t help but squeal as a deep, betraying pang of arousal rushs through your body as he did so. He pulls up from the bite just enough for his warm breath to tickle the now marked flesh.
“What are you?”
You want to believe it’s the lightheadedness from his earlier chokehold, but you let his words echo into your brain for a bit longer. Without his fingers wrapped tightly around you, you’re free to speak. And yet you’re speechless.
What am I?
He lets a few moments of silence sit comfortably as your breath comes out in puffs. Despite yourself, you feel your body seem to magnetically pull back toward his warmth.
This time, when your face is buried in the pillow once more, you can’t but begin to breathe a sigh of relief. It wasn’t over.
You didn’t want it to be over.
He gently rests his hardness on your ass and you feel an involuntary shiver as you fight the urge to push back against it.
“You want my cock, don’t you, dyke?” he smacks your ass, causing your flesh to warm under his touch. “You want me, a man, to make you cum, don’t you, lesbian?”
Before you can register his words completely, you feel your head desperately nodding along. That’s when you feel his hand return to your neck, gently this time.
sighh i want a cute thing sitting on my lap, crying softly as i carve my name into their skin. i want their face hiding between the crook of my neck as i ruin their thighs and stomach with scars. and ill shush them and comfort them, theyre doing so good, holding so still. such a good puppy. maybe after ill spread their legs and slowly push the knife into their puppy parts, as they beg me not to. "im rewarding you for your good behavior, dont you want a treat?"
Currently obsessed with the idea of making someone mute and putting a bell on them (remembered this from some story I read years back).
I’d love to sever my darling’s vocal cords, to make them completely mute. Wouldn’t that be horrifying, waking up unable to talk or make any meaningful sound?
Then, just for fun, I’d put a bell collar on them. They may not be able to speak, but I still want to be able to hear them. I think it would just be so fucking cute to see them shake their heads while I torture them, hearing the chime of that tiny little bell.
I just felt so guilty seeing you live that way. Making decisions for yourself, navigating daily human life, stressed by the endless barrage of sensory input that barely makes sense to you... If you had feathers, you'd be plucking yourself ragged! It just wasn't right for you. I know the sudden change is a lot to take in, but you'll acclimate rapidly, I assure you. You needed someone to take it all away, whether you realize it or not. Animal welfare is all about what's good for you, not necessarily what you'd like or choose for yourself. You'd have spiraled out and imploded in a few years max. Now, there's nothing else to do besides behave within the safe, predefined limits around you. Isn't that better?
Ah well, you'll get with it soon enough. Now let's get this gag back in your mouth, okay? It's easier if you just do what I say from the start.
Intox is always "drug you and rape you when you're unconscious" and not enough "drug you just enough to make you stupid and clumsy and unable to fight back but fully aware of what's happening and whimpering in fear the whole time"
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no no no u guys dont get it its not just abt wanting to be killed ok its abt them being able to kill u but not wanting to bc ur so warm n soft n nobody is ever going to look at them w such devotion ever again if ur in the fucking dirt n its abt them knowing tht they can push u to the brink of death n ur still gonna use the last bit of ur strength to crawl over to them n lay at their feet like an animal finding a quiet place to die n its abt the look on their face while they watch u struggle n feeling so so good for them bc they want to watch u at ur most ugly n desperate while ur fighting for ur life they want to see it so bad they’d risk everything for it !!!!!!
The other girl in the basement has more chain, and never talks to you. You tried, of course, when you first woke up shackled to the wall. Screamed at her until you went hoarse. You didn't have enough leash to get anywhere near her, or do anything besides lay down. She went about her day, cycling between calisthenics and reading a stack of books next to her nest of cushions. She was probably in her late thirties, and must have been a fitness nut before this.
The captor, because she never gave you any other name, never interacts with her in front of you. She's younger, and talks absentmindedly, but rarely seems to expect or want an answer.
Once every day, she comes downstairs with cattle prod and hood in hand, and takes you from the claustrophobic basement up the stairs, right turn, five paces, into another windowless room. It has only a treadmill and a chair. You refused, at first, and learned exactly how badly a cattle prod hurt. You swore to never eat meat again after your escape.
The captor demands nothing else of you, and answers no questions. She takes the other girl at different times, for far longer, and she returns with deep bruises, sometimes bloodied. You try to be grateful.
Each day you run, as fast as you can, for however long she makes you. The pace ticks up, day over day, and your heart rate settles into a comfortable spot. What had once left you gasping and pleading to stop, spurred on only by violent threats, is now an easy jog.
You couldn't say how long it had been, the day the routine changed. The captor took the other girl, and then came down again for you. Up the stairs, left turn, ten paces, down two short steps and… a breeze?
The hood comes off, and you're outside. It is late afternoon, and you furiously blink away tears. Your prison sits in a small clearing, a cabin with woods sprawling on every side of it. The air, fresh after so long, is thick with pine and so delightfully green.
The other girl is there too - without restraints. Standing, tight as a whip, staring into the woods.
The captor gestures to the treeline.
"Run. You get a five minute head start."
The words take a moment to register. You're weightless, giddy. You have no bearing, but you loved the woods as a child, and the captor does not seem dressed for the chase at all, in a long dressing gown and slippers. You bolt into the trees, the taste of freedom on your lips.
At a hundred yards, you realize the other girl did not start running with you. She had not been staring at the trees. She was waiting, impatiently. The realization sinks like a stone in your stomach, but you press on. Brush whips at your legs, leaving stinging cuts.
You hear her start. The first sound you've ever heard her make, an awful, baying howling. And then deathly silence, in comparison to your clumsy fleeing.
That's the problem with an exotic pet, you know. It needs live prey.
a girl was forcing me to drink faster than i could swallow and beer was leaking down my chin and i was running out of breath and at some point it got scary and she kept going and now im all awawa about it
Dad bending me over his knee n spanking me in front of his friends, pulling my dress up and forcing my underwear down. Acting completely innocent and innocuous as him and his friends watch n hear me get wetter n wetter. A friend reaching over to "check he didnt go too hard" swiping through my wetness n licking my taste off his finger as i blush n scurry upstairs deeply embarrassed.
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dad that giggles at you while you’re trying to make them cum bc you’re so cute and so little and their dick barely fits in your mouth but it’s so cute watching you struggle
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