#heinouswrites

So there are so many posts out there about fucking a lesbian straight.  So called "dykebreaking". This isn’t one of them.

Oh don't get me wrong the idea making a lesbian my sex slave is hot as Hades, but I don't want to "fuck her straight". No, not at all. And if we are being intellectually honest it;s not going to happen. But it doesn't matter.

Because I don’t want to turn her straight.  I don’t want her to lust after or crave men, or cock.  Not at all. But I do want to break her so she will serve me. Training her so she can perform better than a high-end escort, to do things that would make most porn starlets blush, to know exactly how to use her hands and her mouth to please a man..  To be the best cocksucker imaginable, worshiping my cock and balls.  Teaching her how I expect her to ride my cock to make it feel amazing for me, to clench her cunt around my cock as she rocks on it.  To know how to make it last so I don’t cum to fast, to draw out the pleasure I take in her body.  Making her take my cock in her ass, to suffer through it for me. She may not like sex with men, but she will become very very good at it.

I want to break her down, and train her to be the best fuck doll any girl could be.  But all the while she craves the touch, the scent of a woman.  I want sex  for her to be an act of service, a duty she performs, and a stellar performance.  But not something she wants or enjoys. 

Maybe, just maybe, if she's good enough, I'll let her fuck another woman, but only while I watch, and only with the understanding that the two of them are putting on a show for me, the even then it's for my enjoyment

Does this look familiar? the tumblr thought police got me at 2500 followers...

so once again:

This is a kink blog, if you are a minor please do not interact.   Yeah I get it, sex, especially kinky sex sounds really awesome. It is, but this isn’t a safe space for you to explore.  If I do find you engaging I’ll block you. 

Other DNIs: bigots. Homophobes, transphobes, actual misogynists,  fascists, (yes that's you Trump voters), etc.  While my content tends strongly to male Dom/Fem Sub I’m of the belief that kink is inclusive. If you aren’t you can eff right off.

At  64 years old I’m  probably older than your father. If that bothers you, feel free to leave.   I have been interested in kink since I was a teenager, and consciously active in kink since at least my 30s.  Yes I do have a fair bit of experience with some things, but no it does not make me all knowing and godlike about everything kink related,  We’re always learning until we are dead. If you stop learning but still breathing you’re already  dead you just don’t know it yet.

Consent and safe(r) practices are the foundation of kink.  You can call it SSC, or RACK or whatever you want, but you must have consent and you must know enough to understand and reduce or  mitigate the risks you are taking doing this.  WIthout consent you have abuse, and without safety you are risking real injury. Some of the pictures/stories may look less than consensual. But that part of the fun of kink, playing things that look bad but having consent to do them.  

I am terrible at tagging so, if you find some of my content triggering, probably best you unfollow now.  Or scroll quickly by the nasty bits, but there probably won’t be tags on the stuff here.  Enter at your own risk. I do delve into a lot of humiliation, degradation, control, CNC (aka rape fantasy) ,S&M, female servitude  and misogynistic kinks.  Expect to see lots of that.  As kink it’s only to be practiced between consenting adults. 

Themes I am  interested in and post about trend strongly Male Dom/Female sub.  But I often find inspiration elsewhere, so you might see bits of trans/gay/lesbian whatever from time to time.  Again no tags, so deal with it or leave. 

Lastly, as I do mostly reblogs and often add little vignettes or captions, if I reblog your content or images and you are uncomfortable with it for any reason let me know and I will remove it, no questions asked.   That said, if you want to  tell me what made you uncomfortable I can learn from the experience and get better. I would appreciate it,, but it’s never a requirement.

TW CNC

(This is a true story. C and I first met online,  and we’d exchanged numerous messages over many nights, getting to know each other  getting increasingly more sexual and kinky over time. A safeword was agreed on and  I knew that anal and being forced were huge kinks for her. By the time we actually met the heat was up near maximum.)

She had driven up to my place to spend the weekend.  Things started with us making out on my sofa.  My hands were all over her, rubbing and grabbing her tits through her blouse, and then up under it, pushing her bra and top up over them to expose those dark nippled little tits, and feel their soft warm skin and hard brown nipples under my grasp. Her hand was rubbing my bulge through my pants, and I was at least as worked up as she was at this point.  After satisfying myself by playing with her tits for a few minutes,  I slid my hand down, and swiftly, had her jeans unbuttoned, and my hand started to slide down over her mons, towards her cunt. And that’s when she decided to try and wriggle out of my grasp.  As she tried to slide out of my grip I moved with her, we landed on the floor, my back against the couch,  and she tried to pull away.  Tits out, pants undone, she wrestled with me untilI finally got her pinned on the floor under me. I had her  wrists in my hands and was straddling her thighs, my body weight pressing on her naked tits.  

For a brief foolish moment I thought I’d won at that point, holding her pinned to the ground, out of breath and half naked.  But K had more fight in her. She paused and caught her breath.  Oh, she wanted to lose, we both knew that by then. But she didn’t want to, and wasn’t going to let herself lose easily.  She fully intended to make me earn my victory, to make me force her. 

Overconfidently, I let go of one of her wrists and sat up, freeing my one hand to reach down for the waistband of her blue jeans. That;s when she started to buck and twist underneath me, fighting like a wildcat trying to escape. And the wrestling started again.  At one point I tried to push my hand down her panties and she twisted away, rolling onto her stomach, and that proved to be her undoing.  

I sat my full weight down on the backs of her thighs, and leaned onto her back, pinning her to the floor.   I easily outweighed her by a good 50 lbs and with her legs pinned she could not lift herself with just her arms, and face down she couldn't use them to protect herself anymore either.  But she wasn't done fighting.  As I used just one hand at a time to pull her jeans down over her ass, and held her with the other  she would wriggle and buck.  She couldn’t stop me at this point, but she could make it harder for me, and delay what was now inevitable.

I got her jeans and panties  down to almost mid thigh, and then she clamped her legs together tight.  I think she expected me to try to pull her pants the rest of the way down and off, and was going to use that opportunity to try and wriggle away again.  She was in for a little surprise. Instead I just reached between us and pulled my cock out, its hard length resting on the crack of her ass.I think she froze a little then, realizing what I was going to do next.  The head slipped between her cheeks, pressing against the tight ring.  With my weight on her legs and my arms over hers she could hardly move at all, and certainly not enough to stop me from impaling her ass.  I pushed in slowly feeling her ring spread and open grudgingly.  As the head of my cock popped in she grunted, and I continued to push in deeper intl I had the full length of my cock buried in her ass.  

I shifted my grip on her, releasing her wrists, sliding my arms under her, and holding her by the shoulders.  I began to pump my hips, thrusting my cock in and out of her ass, each thrust followed by another pained grunt from her ass I bottomed out in her ass.  I kept this up, slow, steady and relentless, her dry asshole tight around my shaft until I finally came groaning in pleasure as I did.

TW: this is a fantasy about a non-consensual situation. Keyword Fantasy. Sometimes life calls for a change, maybe it was a midlife crisis hitting late, or something else, but the old routine wasn't cutting it anymore, I was feeling dead inside.  So I sold off the house, the furniture, and all the years of accumulated crap, And found a small apartment in an older building close to downtown.  The building was mostly rented by younger people,  Couples, and people apartment sharing, the odd solo renter like me. The rent was modest, but with that came a certain disregard by the landlord for a lot of maintenance tasks.   Though I did stand out as the one “old guy” in the building. 

Full on patriarchy girls amuse me. Before I get too far in, I do love patriarchy kink.  But I find girls deep into the patriarchy amusing. The ones claiming it to not be a kink, but professing it to be the one true way to live. (Lets not digress into a rant about “One True Wayism”) It’s kind of like having a four year old explaining to you how things work.  It's funny in the most humiliating way for herto hear to from an adult woman.

History is replete with examples of strong and accomplished women who surpassed men in their field, despite the extra barriers, and the increasing number of cases where we have found that the men in authority simply took credit for the work of women, and even got Nobel prizes for the women’s work in their fields.   Hell if you are posting  on a wifi or  cellular data connection, your very post depends on the invention of frequency hopping radio technology, and that was done by Hedy Lamar.  Yes that Hedy Lamar, the bombshell actress invented the frequency hopping technology that Wi-Fi, Cell phones and Bluetooth could not exist or function without.  Ironic. But here comes  “little miss patriarchy is real girl” trying to tell everyone withing shouting distance how it “really really is.”  Not because she's right, because she isn't. But because it’s easier, and emotionally safer for her to believe it’s all women, rather than just her own personal inferiority. That there isn’t something deficient or broken in her psyche, because all women are that way.  That she’s just not responsible for the way her life is, for the way  things are. 

It helps her rather pathetically broken  sense of self esteem to believe that it’s not her fault she’s like this, but that it’s because she’s a woman. 

He's on top of you, his weight pinning you to the bed. He's holding your wrists tightly, pinned just either side of your shoulders His bare cock is thrusting in and out of your all too wet and unprotected cunt when suddenly he stops moving. You can feel him in you, thick and throbbing. He looks you dead in the eyes, and says "I'm not pulling out this time"

t was our first time in person after a lot of chatting online and on the phone. She knew what to expect and what I expected of her. I had made her repeat the rules over and over for me:

"I deserve to be fucked in the ass."

"My mouth belongs on Master's cock"

"Whatever comes out of Master's behind in my mouth"

The previous evening, within minutes of through her apartment door I had her naked on her knees, her face buried in the cushions of her sofa. I pushed the head of my cock into her dry and until then virgin asshole. I took her slowly, intentionally dragging out her painful anal deflowering. And she suffered through it all beautifully for me. She even thanked me for not using lube.

When I woke the next morning I looked at her, and nodded. She crawled over, weekend her little hand around the bed of my cock and then her lips around the head, and waited. It took a few moments of concentration before I could relax and release the first spurt of my morning piss into her mouth. She swallowed with very little hesitation. Spurt after spurt followed, and she drank it all down little the good little degradation slut she was.

It was movie night at Heinous House. The movie "we" were going to watch was picked out, and I settled down on the sofa. Michelle moved to settle in beside me, but that's when I stopped her, pointing to the floor in front of me.

She obediently knelt there, looking up at me. "You're going to suck my chick while I watch the movie. There are two rules, first is that you sing make me cum until the final credits roll, and the second is that your mouth, lips or tongue must always be touching my cock." She tried to negotiate, saying her jaw would-would hurt too much sucking that long, but I reminded her of the rules, my cock didn't have to be IN her mouth the whole time, only that some part of her lips mouth or tongue had to be in contact with it. I think it clicked then for her because she lowered her mouth to mu cock and I leaned back and started the movie.