#fallingdeeper

show her what it's like to submit, show her how good it feels to give in, how she was meant for this, and get her addicted. we'll just start with minor stuff, like a pleasure trigger, and make it so thoughts of obeying swarm her mind every time you turn her on.

why not go further?, she thinks. it already feels so good. so she starts listening to files on her own. she takes herself deeper. a file mentions her being a "slave", and it shakes her up a bit. that's too much for her, she only wanted to spice up her sex life, not be a slave.

she keeps listening anyway, though. i'll just ignore it, she tells herself. but she keeps listening. over time, her files start surrounding the idea. being a slave just seems normal.

but then she notices how far she's come. how much her mind has been altered. how she's been thinking of herself as your slave every time you use her.

and then she makes a decision. that despite everything, despite her "limits", despite her pride, she wants it. she needs it.

"please make me your slave," she asks. "i need you to own me," she begs.

hey cuties 🩷 my name is ellie! i'm a mid-twenties trans lesbian (she/her only) and i write smut! i also reblog content related to all my kinks (of which there are many), which will usually be untagged. my writings are all tagged #fallingdeeper plus the title of the work :3

my pfp and banner are both by KrispyKimson!

my asks and tags are open to other sapphics! please don't interact with my blog if you're a man, though.

i'm into a great many things, but underlying them all is the hedonistic ideal of falling deeper into the kink, the lifestyle, and the changes it brings to your mind & body. this isn't corruption per se - i don't see any kink as a "bad" thing, as that word implies. but spiraling into a kink, especially unintentionally, is one of the most arousing ideas i can imagine.

as for me, i'm a switch, strongly depending on who i'm with. cute pathetic girls turn me into a selfish domme, but a demanding and powerful woman will make me melt. my favorite kinks are:

mind control (sometimes through hypnosis)

body modification

sexual slavery and ownership

praise and loving domination

intentional weight gain

parasitism, especially when used to enable the above

kinks that i enjoy but don't really seek out(but this may change ofc):

sadomasochism

bondage

petplay

forcefem

soft vore

kinks that i do not enjoy:

mobility/health affects from weight gain

gore, though i have an odd fascination with snuff

detrans or forcemasc

scat/piss

Written by @ChosenTalia.

For three days I coasted on the heroin induced wave. Each time I started to come down I would receive another injection. Rhett quickly blew through the money I had brought with me. 

When we picked up the money we ditched the cell phone and the ATM card to prevent @Vishous_SASBDB from finding me and forcing me to face a reality that seemed worse than a nightmare. 

I didn’t shed tears, I didn’t need to eat, I didn’t feel. Fuck it felt incredible to not feel on the edge of a break down, to not have tears prick my eyes. Did it hurt not to be home? Yes. But was that truly my home? I couldn’t bring myself to admit it. The ache in my heart continued.

Now I needed more. I looked for the stash. It was gone, nothing was left. I rubbed over the track marks in my arms. The cold was coming back and my heart broke. 

What had I done? 

Rhett had woken up and wrapped his body around my own. I didn’t want him to. I tried to push him away. “I want to leave.” 

This angered him. His hand gripped my throat and he slammed me into the bed while he squeezed. I kicked and flailed wildly as he held me in place. 

“You’re not leaving till I’m done with you. I need more”

He released my neck but the torture wasn’t over. He replaced it with his fists. A drug induced frenzy causing me to try to curl in on myself and protect my body. He was a transitioned male who was training to be a warrior, but his anger and penchant for drugs ruined that. I ruined that. 

I screamed for help that wouldn’t come. I didn’t deserve it. The Scribe’s chosen ones wouldn’t come for her. When Rhett satisfied his anger by using me as a punching bag he grabbed his phone and left the raggedy bedroom. I could hear him talking in the other room.

I hurt too much to move, I stayed still and sobbed. I could feel the bruises and broken pieces of my body. I cried. The tears flowed freely. I tried to be quiet to not upset him further.

After five minutes on the phone he returned to the bedroom. He yanked me up by my hair, seething in my face. “We’re going to meet Harvey and you’re going to be a good little slut and get me a fix. He’ll take care of you. You won’t be my problem anymore.” 

I couldn’t speak. The spark in my eye was gone. I had given up, my life, my dignity, and apparently my body were forfeit to a drug dealer’s whims. 

He shoved me towards a shower and said I had ten minutes to get ready. I turned on the water and it wouldn’t warm. Right, he probably didn’t pay the water bill. I quickly showered. The icy water amplified the pain that radiated.

I pulled on a dress, and i noticed the change in my body. I was thinner than before. Probably under 100 pounds now. 

Great. 

Why bother with makeup or my hair? I wasn’t being sacrificed for that. Without a word I sit on the bed and wait for Rhett to grab me.

He takes my arm. Digging his fingers into my arm nearly snapping my bone, but I stay quiet.

Why does it matter?

I still feel the heroin in my system, the itch is now familiar. For the car ride I was silent and unmoving. 

Why would I ever matter?

The crushing of despair filled my lungs with each miserable breath I took with my broken ribs. 

We finally pulled up to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. 

It was time.

I was yanked from the car and basically shoved toward Harvey. My feet caught and I fell to my hands and knees in front of him. 

“She’s a Virgin. She’ll be a great fuck or she’ll make you money. Now where’s what I want?” Rhett was so cold... why did I ever like him?

Right. My mind wasn’t going there right now. I didn’t deserve to.

Harvey was the dealer I had met a few times. His lecherous stares had disturbed me. Lust and evil. He maintained the same look. 

“Deal.” Harvey said, and a suitcase full of heroin was handed over to Rhett.

Rhett nodded and left without another word. Without saying goodbye. 

I was drunk the other day, and I, somehow, decided to message you on facebook. I didn’t think you would reply as here I was thinking that I am not worth of talking to you. But, you did. Like asap. I thought I was seeing things but you did, and it was awesome even though you were also drunk. I kept sending you videos of me saying things like ‘kocham cię’, and you responded saying the same thing but in english. You have no idea but my heart dropped at the time. 

The next day, I didn’t think you would talk to me as like I said we were both drunk. But, I woke up to a good morning text from you, and you asked how I was after last night. We had a normal ‘sober’ conversation throughout the whole day! And this happened the next following days. It’s so surreal! But, Im not going to lie. I love waking up to your messages. It makes my day, a better day. 

Although, at this point. I still haven’t talked to you in person. I haven’t even been 60cm away from you. So, I decided to go to your restaurant again. I made a bunch of excuses to go there so no-one will know but really, my main objective was to see you, even if you were busy. It was enough for me to see you, and I did. You looked beautiful. You’re eyes we’re radiating. Unfortunately, I was sat on a table that was too far from you but it was okay. It was good enough. 

There was times when you came out of the kitchen. I have no idea why you did. Surely, you should stay in the kitchen especially when it was super busy! Idk, I couldn’t see you that much because my back was facing you. But, apparently, you kept looking at me and kept trying to get my attention. That’s kinda cute. I already thought it was cute of you to smile at me from the kitchen but coming out of the kitchen just to see me was even cuter! Especially, that time when I was talking to bebe, telling her off for touching tsunami. I was waving my finger at her, and then you came over and thought I was waving at you, and you waved back at me and said hi. Honestly, that scared me but it was funny. It was our first time talking to each other! I’ll remember that moment. Then, I had to leave. We said our goodbyes to each other and I thought that was the end of it again. I felt sad and disappointed that I didn’t go up to you. I lost my chance. 

But, I am a fighter. I don’t know what made me do it. My original plan was to just buy bebe food because I knew that she hasn’t eaten at all. But, somehow, I went and bought food for you as well. Judging from how busy the restaurant was, I had a feeling that you haven’t eaten properly too. I don’t have much money but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re well. 

Before I had to catch the train, I went back to the restaurant. In hope to see bebe but not you (sounds stupid, I know). I was just going to drop off the food and leave because idk, I didn’t want you to see me. I was scared. But, bebe made me stay and told you to come out of the kitchen. At the time, I was FREAKING out. Like literally. I kept walking in circles. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to sprint out of the door but stay there at the same time. My heart was racing. Butterflies were fluttering. It’s unexplainable. 

The moment came when you were right in front of me. You hugged me and said hi, and I was speechless. You looked even more prettier close up. Your eyes. They’re just. asdfghjkl.. You’re smaller than I thought you were though. I like it. 

Anyway. Yes! We talked. Finally. You have a cute accent. I didn’t expect that accent. But it was cute. Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay or I’ll miss the train. As much as I wanted to stay and talk I couldn’t. I said goodbye once again and left. You said thank you for the food and hugged me once again. 

But, surprise surprise. You messaged me on facebook after, and told me that you were coming to Plymouth that night to drop off bebe. I asked if you were sure because I knew you were very very tired. It was 11 pm already, and I was pretty sure that all you wanted to do was go home and rest. But, you told me, ‘Im going there to see you’. Wow. just wow. Does this mean that you also like me back? .. or is that over estimating it? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? omg. 

Skip to the time when you were outside my door. At this point, I’ve showered, put on new clothes and a new face. I was acting blunt so my true feelings won’t show. I opened the door for bebe and you and I went upstairs. Few moments later, I hear a knock on my door and there you were. Standing right in front of me.