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it's like such a casual genre of d/s, but switching from a normal tone of voice to a formal one, calling someone's name in just that way, and watching it obediently freeze still and wait to be told what to do is really quite awesome. even if it realizes what it's doing and breaks it a moment later, you both saw how it responded, and that's the fun part anyway.
I think I have like a usefulness-breaking kink or something. taking someone who's so desperate to be useful and taking it all away from them, softly, sweetly, gently, until they can't even try to help at all... Forcibly relaxing them until they don't even protest about what they "should" be doing....
Awwwww, somebody went and ripped out all that usefulness you hold so dear but guess who's still loved? that's right, it's you!! No, silly, there's nothing you can do for me, but I can do some things for you! here, why don't you just put your head in my lap and let me tell you what a good job you're doing by relaxing for me~
whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok
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i Can tie my shoes and honestly i’m pretty skilled at knot-tying in general but i’d be really really cute in velcro sneakers? especially bc my feet don’t reach the ground in most seats in public.. swinging my little feets in my cutie velcro shoes?? u want to molest me about it????
"Hi honey, are you touching yourself? If you are, or if you start, could you do something for me?"
"Once you've started, once you're feeling good, can you take your thumb and put it in your mouth? Does that sound good sweetie?"
"Good girl! Now can you lick it a little? Flick your tongue up and down on the tip? Mmmmm lovely."
"How does that feel honey? Do you like it?"
"Mmm, now can you swirl your tongue around it? Make nice circles around the edges. That's a good girl."
"What are you thinking about honey? Do you wish this was one of my fingers? Or maybe my breasts? Or it could be my cock? Maybe doing this makes you feel little? Whatever it is, I hope you're enjoying it.
"Can you start sucking it now? Start gently darling, nice and gentle. And keep touching yourself darling, keep making yourself feel good. Now start sucking harder, mmm perfect keep going honey, even harder, I really wish you were here so you could use that pretty mouth on me, and so I could see what you look like while you're making yourself feel good."
1,399 Words – Incest (Aunt x Mom x Daughter), Ageplay, Somno, Intox-- Trans Girl Daughter/Niece POV
Your auntie's over-- your favorite one, your mom's sister. Her favorite too, from the way they talk and laugh their way through the night every time she visits, the sound of it lulling you to sleep. Mom drinks white wine, and Auntie drinks red, and for as long as you can remember the plum-dark bottle on the counter is as good an announcement as shouting that you’re about to be swept up in a storm of cheek pinches and whirlwind shopping, your aunt spoiling you (and your mom, you’ve noticed) with all those “frivolous” things you’d never buy for yourself.
Don’t you have bills to pay? Your mom asks, arms full of silk and cosmetics, and well I hardly have a husband your auntie replies, bright as the sun. Now follow me, hurry up!
It’s far, far past your bedtime, and usually by now you’re dreaming, the long fun day having tired you completely. But you’re a big girl, now, your auntie said so, brought you lace to try on instead of plain cotton in the dressing room today, and it made you blush. You love your mom but she still treats you like a child. So tonight, summoning all your clumsy courage, you snuck two tiny sips of the evening wine-- one white, one red. The white made your mouth pucker and the red made your teeth ache, and they both made you feel a little woozy, but that might just have been your heart pounding from doing something so daring. Maybe that’s why you’re still awake, tossing back and forth as the muffled sound of two sisters talking wafts up to your room. Or maybe it’s….
Well. It made you hard.
The wine. You’re no stranger to-- this, of course. You’re a big girl. But it happened so fast, and you felt it through your whole body, tingling. Usually you try to stay up as long as Mom will let you but this time you skittered straight to bed, praying neither of them would see you. It’s too much of a risk to take care of, things, the normal way, while Mom and Auntie are still awake. They’d hear you. So you tangle the sheets and sigh, and it keeps you awake, pulsing dully with the warmth from the wine. Dozing, but never fully falling asleep, which is why you hear it when your bedroom door clicks open.
“Shhhh,” Auntie giggles. Oh, she’s drunk. It’s cute, and you force yourself not to smile (you’re supposed to be sleeping!). Your mom murmurs something you don’t catch, something dismissive, and the hairs on your arms rise as she crosses the room and sits next to you on the bed. You try to control your breathing. Asleep, you’re asleep. The clunk of a wineglass on your bedside table… Auntie giggling again, and Mom’s softer, lower laughter, flaring something deep in your belly. Maybe if you lie still they won’t see?
The cool air hitting your legs makes you flinch before you can help it. For a moment you feel sick, and then you burn all over. You’re frozen, heavy on the mattress, too mortified to do anything as you feel them look at you. You throb.
“Told you she was growing up,” your aunt says. You suppress another flinch as a fingertip touches your thigh-- your mom’s, you think. It strokes up and down, a trickle of lightning in its wake. What is happening? All your limbs feel heavy. Is it the wine?
“I know,” your mom says softly. Oh, you think. She loves me. “I just hate the thought that I’m going to lose her. Remember when she was little?”
Liquid sloshing, and a glass clink-clink. Did they bring the bottles into your bedroom? Why?
“Always was a sweetheart, wasn’t she. The bed dips, and your hair is smoothed gently off your forehead. You can smell your aunt’s perfume, dabbed on her wrists and behind her ears each morning. On your thigh one finger has become two, still those long, slow passes, edging closer and closer into the crease of your hip. You can feel yourself leaking, the new panties from your shopping trip getting slick on the inside. It’s mortifying. Your only hope is to lie as still and quiet as possible so maybe you won’t have to talk about it in the morning.
“All right then,” your mom says, and then suddenly--
You can’t help it. When her hand-- her hand, your mother’s hand-- cups your cock, you grunt and push your hips up into it. For a moment all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears, your overwhelming shame. God, it feels so good. Maybe that’s why you lose track of what happens next, shaking back into your body just in time to hear your aunt cooing at you and the heavy, hot weight of--
“You want to go first?”
“Just warming her up for you, though it doesn’t seem like she needs much.”
You’re panting, you realize, and you desperately try to suck in air, ease your breathing back to something that could, laughably, pass for sleep. Oh, god. Mom-- her soft, heavy breasts drag back and forth across your chest as she rubs-- as she rubs what must be her cunt up and down your aching cock, the slide so good it sends sparks down your whole spine. The lace, so soft in the store, scrapes now between you, too much-- you’re going to come. You press your palms into the mattress and try to hold it back, but oh god, Mom, Mom, Mom--
The pressure disappears and your eyes fly open before you can stop yourself, a desperate groan forcing itself past your teeth. Before you slam them back shut you see your Mom gazing down at you, a tiny smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. Oh. Of course she knows. You’ve never been able to fool her.
“Mm. Now you can go.”
“Oh so kind of you, I’ve only flown seven and a half hours to get here!”
“Oh shut up, you know your life is great. Here.” You’re flinching again as your panties are yanked down, something cold and slippery closing around you. Lube, it must be. Head spinning, it’s not as much of a surprise as it could be when the bed creaks and tilts around you, the two of them switching places. Of course it would be Auntie too, if it’s Mom. They’ve always shared everything between them. Even, it seems, you.
As soon as the head of your cock presses into Auntie’s tight heat you come.
You don’t mean to. You felt closer earlier, with Mom rubbing up against you, but you guess you’ve just been on edge for too long. You’re shaking, back arching up and mouth falling open. The feeling goes on and on, and as you shift your legs you realize that Auntie hasn’t stopped, she’s dropped herself all the way down to the hilt. It’s too much, far too much. She’s squeezing, and it’s cutting off your breath. Tears gather underneath your eyelids and you toss your head, bucking to get her off you-- and steady hands land on your shoulders, holding you down. Your mother.
“Shhhh, honey, shhhh,” she says. A kiss to your cheek. “You can take it. I know you can. You’re a good girl, our good girl, shhhh.”
By clenching every muscle in your body, you manage to make yourself relax again. There’s no way either of them believe you’re still asleep right now, but you can’t bring yourself to go through the pantomime of waking up. Your aunt’s hole is still too much, but it feels so good you feel some of those tears leaking out down past your temples, running into your hair.
How… how many times have they done this?
How long have they done this?
“There we go,” Auntie says, and starts to ride.
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