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“You attract what you fear”

Oooh nooo whimpering and moaning audios… I’m terrified…. Please no not them moaning my name

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Someone do this to me…please???….

Praising her after she cums for you.

"Yes, baby, that's my good girl. My pretty girl. My princess. You did so good, baby. So very good."

Me me me me me

(Me when I sub lmao)

You know how so many subs are horribly shy but also secretly super slutty? Yeah, tease and play with them in public or near other people and see how adorably they break, how absolutely whorish they sound (or try not to sound) and how pretty they look<3

Training mit zwei Herrinnen. Liebs.

Erst bläst du ihn richtig Nass und dann darfst du dich bücken.

Heute geht es dem dauergeilen Wichser @dommashley3 an den Sack!

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I'm a switch in real life, mostly leaning towards the role of the dom. I'm comfortable taking care of other's needs and know my ways and my limits.

But here I prefer to present myself as a sub to get engagement I lack offline. There're a lot of dark kinks that I think of from the outsiders perspective. And describing it by text feels much hotter from the sub role. It's interesting how our tastes vary depending on the context.

So, I eagerly respond to sub's requests on dirty DMs and asks, but don't want to dedicate my blog to them. The content I post here is meant to satisfy another part of me. I guess, that personal messages are just closer to real-time kink in my eyes while writing down fantasies and answering anonymous asks is smth I imagine as my own private fantasy.

This being said, I've got some amazing experiences chatting with doms here and would love to go through it again. Guess, in my perfect world I would have a long-distance dom for everyday activities and a bunch of subs for occasional sessions.

Socially isolated boss who steals your dna and makes a digital copy of you for his own pleasure.

Your a hard working girl who just got hired at her new job at a gaming company, good hours, high pay. What more could you ask for? You find yourself adapting nicely, making friends, excelling at your position. The only problem is... your boss. Hes just always lurking. Always finding ways to interject awkwardly into conversations. Its hard not feel bad for the guy, hes rich but i guess money cant buy friends.

You try to make him feel welcome, like he can trust you, but god does he make it hard. The other day you were having a civil conversation, something about new softwares, not too personal. You look down and see his hard on?? Who gets hard talkimg about fucking computers?? Not even that hes just so condescending when you do get a bit personal. Making jokes about how you should be at home instead of a job like this or how you should work on your appearance for work. Its all just so weird.

But anyway, after finishing this long day of work you cant finish your sandwich and coffee and end up throwing it away in the small trash can on your desk, the custodian will deal with it. You clock out and say goodbye to your boss who seemed like he wasnt even working just lingering.

Little did you know, that the second you walked out that door he went straight to your trashcan, finding what he seemed to think was basically gold.

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You open your eyes to a room??? This isnt your room. You dont know where you are and you certainly dont know why your wearing a pj set that isnt yours.

You get up, scared but also assessing the situation, your not hurt and you can move just fine. You tip toe out of the bedroom to the rest of the house and its.. gorgeous?? Like everything you would ever want it to be. You take the time to realize the bedroom was just as beautiful and the questions in your mind keep multiplying by the minute.

Suddenly the lights start flickering slowly and turn on almost all by themselves, as if the house was "powering on". You realize that suddenly someone is opening a door. Scared you duck behind a corner as this voice calls your name. It sounds familiar, but also not?? You peek out and you see your boss? But much more handsome, as if he had gone through some minor surgeries and an overrall glow up.

"Oh thank god, i was worried there was a glitch or something". What? He's talking nonsense as your scared because youve been fucking kidnapped. "Where am i, why did you bring me here" honestly very obvious questions on your part, but your scared and whos to blame you? He doesn't answer and just stares. Theres something insidious about the way he looks at you, something almost terrifyingly loving.

"Goodness, did you not read the note??" He pauses almost trying to properly align his words. "You... your not real". You scoff and almost giggle. Because what is this lunatic even talking about? Bitch of course im fucking real, but before you can reply he continues. "I took your dna. Your not actually here this is a digital copy of you.. and my god im so glad it worked this perfectly " i mean he must be absolutely insane.? Thats not possible and it cant be true you have all your memories, your emotions, your values, everything that makes you.. you.

Hes said enough. You make a mad dash for the front door, almost tripping down the stairs. It opens, relieved you run out the front porch only to be stopped? The second you reach the end point of the front yard.. its like.. a digital screen?? No. This cannot be real, this is a prank or a dream! Yes its just a crazy dream and your gonna wake up soon.

You blink and your infront of your boss again. No. This isnt happening to you, your too smart, too cautious, too-

"Its okay, you'll adjust. There's nowhere for you to go anyway"

And there isnt. Youve tried and tried, only to end up back in his arms. Your real self clueless of the hell happening to you

Guys this is the first time i try to write any type of imagine please be nice😣 also pls leave constructive criticism id love to know your thoughts and opinions!!

While I am a writer "Erotica" was not a subject that I figured I would ever write, however after looking at @queanv's feed I figured that Erotica may be one of my writings that she would actually read. 😈 I figured this would be a short story but it ended up quite a bit longer and is almost done.

I opened the door quietly as I always do when I get home from work, it's well past BabyGirls bedtime and she is usually fast asleep. As my hand reaches for the light switch my feral senses are already triggered because something in the dark room doesn't "feel" right. My intuition is confirmed when the light switch flips and instead of the normal artificial daylight I am accustomed to, the room is filled with a dull red glow. 

The minimalist living room that normally has ample space for couples yoga, or the occasional threesome is not so empty tonight. Instead the dining room table had been moved into the center of the room. Amish craftsmanship is great but it has never really been my "style", one of the few concessions I have happily made in my amazing relationship with the woman who I can now see is meticulously strapped to the table.

 This is quite a pleasant, unexpected surprise and my birthday is still a week away! The red backlighting washed over her soft white curves, making her skin seem to glow like some angel succubus hybrid. Fortunately my usually ever-present "Dad Brain" was locked up by his hedonist flat mate so I could continue taking in the amazing scene in front of me without enduring any full moon jokes. 

As my eyes fully adjusted to the light, (My brain was slower to catch up, more on that later.) I saw her delicate ankles were bound with a spreader bar between them. This had been in the shopping cart for a while but I had not ordered it... another nice surprise. Her thick calves were slightly flexed, anticipation keeping the powerful muscles taught but not tight; she is definitely relaxed. The black ropes holding her knees together with a small cushion between them probably contributed to the tension in her muscles as well. There were matching black cushions under her knees and elbows, I wondered how long she had been trussed up like this. She appeared to have been prepared for a long night, with a few comforts... 

I slowly moved to my right, enthralled with the scene in front of me; I still had my backpack on, a book in one hand and my keys dangling from a carabiner around my thumb. The lighting made the gem nestled above her already dripping pussy appear black, I knew it was green; she had sent me a pic a few hours before the text from the caption read like subtitles across her ass "It's been in for 3 hours Daddy!" Somehow my two word response of "Good Girl 👄👄" seemed woefully inadequate. 

As I continued my leisurely stroll around the table taking in every inch of the curves I thought I knew by heart now in a very different position, I did take a moment to appreciate that while the Amish may be prudish they do build sturdy furniture. Yet another reminder that there is usually a very good reason behind my Thicc Girls choices. The two solid oak legs provided not only a sturdy platform, but convenient tie off points for the Shibari artist responsible for this.

Remember I said my brain was slower to catch up, blinded by my favorite distraction. The realization that she couldn't have tied herself up this ornately, and that she didn't know when I was getting home, plus she had responded to texts recently enough that she would have been tied up all came crashing into my mind at once. The default worry and fear quickly subsided as the puzzle pieces started falling together, I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from our bedroom. 

"Welcome home sir." -- This feminine tone had both a harsh yet smooth sound to it, like velour; rub it one way and it's like a cloud, the other way a million tiny bristles enough to almost make you pull away before deciding you're just stroking in the wrong direction. (Feel free to insert your own "Dad Joke" here should you be so inclined.)  I don't recall how I reacted honestly; the shock of having a "stranger" in our house, yet obviously seeing a "scene" set out in front of me for my pleasure had my brain doing backflips. 

"You look a little...uncomfortable" -- That confusing tone again, I still hadn't been able to peel my eyes away from my prey tied up like a present on the table to see who was addressing me. As "Sir" even, and I hadn't even met her or even looked in her direction at this point. The ball gag in BabyGirls mouth confirmed that I was not being introduced to a new personality.  

 I tore my gaze away from the table and directed it toward the unfamiliar sultry voice. There she was standing in the doorway to our bedroom, wearing a tight black lace corset that was struggling to keep her breasts under control. A leather flog hung from a strap on her right wrist and she appeared to be the most comfortable person in the room at the moment. She casually looked me up and down, noting and obviously enjoying my state of surprise and slight shock. I glanced back over at BabyGirls ass and realized the red light wasn't all that was making it glow, the pink marks across her buttocks matched this Vixens flog perfectly. I could feel my cock pushing up against the zipper of my SilverTabs as these realizations all took hold. 

    "We have been waiting for you." 

    "Why don't you set your things down and relax so we can proceed?" 

    The tone of her voice was authoritative, but not loud; the undertones screamed switch. The question she posed had a slight commanding tone to it. Her slight nervousness showing a bit, as she addressed a primal alpha in his own lair; yet somehow still confident that I would comply...at least for now.

My brain caught up to the point to notice I had dropped my keys, but I was still standing there looking back and forth at the Goddesses before me. I quickly set my bag down and placed my book on top of it, taking advantage of a moment of clarity to grab the keys off the floor and put them atop the book. My mind quickly went back to this mysterious woman ordering me around, I took my jacket off while I stared at her looking her up and down. I am sure I had a derpy school boy grin on my face that was probably not doing me any favors, however bad it was in my mind didn't seem to affect her at all. 

    "Why don't you have a seat?" -- Another command as a question.

    My big leather recliner had been moved just into BabyGirls line of sight. There was already a glass of Bourbon sitting on the cabinet next to it with a joint resting in my ashtray. These ladies were prepared! I can take a hint so I sat down in the recliner and took a long slow drink of the pleasantly diluted liquor. As I savored the heat filling my chest I saw my wife's beautiful eyes filled with anticipation. I was still lost in them when I noticed the mysterious Vixen had started unbuckling my belt, I lifted my hips slightly as she quickly undid the button and pulled the denim down below my knees. She started rubbing my fully erect cock through my underwear as she knelt down in front of me. "mmmmmm girthy." she softly moaned. 

    "Are you gonna light that, or just look at me all night?" 

    I obediently picked up the joint and lit it with the clipper that was conveniently placed by my whiskey glass. I closed my eyes and took a long drag, I felt the Vixen's hand slide up my chest and then take the joint out of my lips. I held the sticky smoke in for a few seconds and then exhaled up at the ceiling. She looked up at me smiling around the joint in her black painted lips, she took a few more hits and passed the joint back to me. I lifted it to my lips as she grabbed the top of my underwear and pulled them down under my balls. Causing my dick to stand straight up in front of her face. I took another long drag while I assumed she was admiring me, perhaps she was; however she was definitely waiting for me to take a hit before she slid her lips down my shaft. 

The excitement of not just someone new, but the whole scenario  playing out in front of me sent every milliliter of blood my body could spare rushing to my groin. I could feel the "girth" she mentioned earlier expanding in her throat as the tip of her tongue caressed my balls. By the time she came up for a breath the joint was almost half gone. She furiously stroked my cock while sucking the tip of it, ensuring BabyGirl had a good view from her restraints. She continued pleasuring me and putting on a show for my favorite submissive while I enjoyed my drink and puffed on the devils lettuce a bit longer. 

All the excitement and the amazing blowjob had me ready to pop! Just as I was thinking that we hadn't even discussed if I was allowed to cum in her throat she buried my cock in her throat again! This time she grabbed my free hand and put it on the back of her head, pushing on my hand to make my cock go deeper into her throat. The precum and the pulsing in my cock must have warned her, I felt her nails dig into my balls as she slid her throat off my shaft before I could fill it up. 

    "Now Sir! Do not be ruining your birthday present. You can cum in my throat during your prostate massage, but you will have to wait a few days." 

    Patience is not one of my strong points, especially when it comes to sex. Getting told to wait while this vixen has my balls in her talons had me infuriated for a few seconds, the red in my vision slowly faded as she released some pressure on my balls before caressing them. She turned around without another word and bent over in front of me kissing BabyGirls forehead a few times while she removed the ball gag from her mouth. She  started passionately kissing her and bent over in front of me. Her pussy was completely bare, and she had a plug in her ass that read "NO ENTRY" in a cartoonish font. I do love irony but I didn't let that distract me for long. I finished the joint while enjoying the show, two beautiful women kissing in front of me. I didn't dare touch my cock and I was glad for the distraction I didn't want to cum yet... I still felt I deserved revenge on this woman for stopping me earlier!

As the last bit of whiskey crossed my lips I heard the still mysterious voice attached to that beautiful ass in front of me again. 

    "Such a good girl, now keep being a good girl and eat my pussy. You know the deal, you don't cum before I do." 

    I decided I should refill my glass, this show was too good to interrupt; plus more alcohol will thin out my blood and increase the volume right...plus a slight case of "Whiskey Dick" would actually be a blessing at the moment. My home bar was just across the room, I took my time choosing what to enjoy next once I realized there was quite a show going on in the vintage Jameson mirror above it...

Happy double nappy and a wrappy

Tie me up and tease me. It’s the only way to please me

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