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send me dirty asks to touch myself to 🥺
The edibles are hitting :) my body feels good and my head fuzzy💕🌱
No one is being mean enough to me. Don’t you want to violate my virgin pussy after I beg and cry for you to be gentle :( make it hurt
It’s so hot when they cover your mouth because you need to be more quiet.
WELCOME TO THE DEVOURING VOID
Come, come, do not be shy. Let me pique your curiosity and captivate your mind for but a moment. Do not fear sinking deeper into the warmth of the ravenous void.
In this wonderful realm of fantasy and depravity, the depths of the void take root, take hold, grasping tight to the dripping mind. So I ask this of you...
Understand the fantasy through which the void takes hold. Understand that I am here to explore and grow, not to harm and hurt. Understand that if what I create here is not for you, you can merely block and move on. Please do not report my personal space.
Oh, and as I'm sure is clear, but to lay it out clearly, this is an 18+ space.
Now then, should you truly wish to know more of me and my space, do be a dear and expand this post, let your eyes wander and take in all that I have written.
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WHO IS "VOID" More than a mere name.
As someone who often found himself disliking his birth-name, but unable to find a befitting replacement, I almost exclusively go by aliases outside of family and work. In this wonderful online world, I have chosen to go by "Void."
But who is Void?
I am quite a private person, but that does not mean I will not share. Born male, I still identify as male, but I often question being clumped with a group I often find disdain for the vocal minority of. I am in my late twenties, encroaching thirty this very year, but at times I find my mind clings to the past. Through my explorations I have learned much about myself, but for the purpose of this post I will say this much: I am dominant, with little interest in acting submissively. As far as I've learned, I am pansexual. I find myself often teetering in my mind between monogamy and polyamory, but I return time and time again to the concept of twisting multiple sweet little dolls as one. And for the sake of transparency, I have learned in the past year that I have unknowingly lived my life to this point with autism, which certainly was a shake-up to hear, and yet so understandable. As such, while communication is a key in this world, I do struggle with it and with burnout more than I'd like.
Beyond that, I find that words hold extreme power in this world. Words twist reality to the speaker's will. Words reshape images through desire. Words bind and connect.
All that aside, I do greatly enjoy speaking with others, so do not be shy, do not hesitate, you're more than welcome to contact me however you wish.
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WHAT DOES THE DEVOURING VOID DESIRE The devouring void is ravenous, and as such, it desires all.
Through many years of self exploration and experimentation, I have found my desires grow and flourish. My mind has become as the rushing rapids of a river, etching away rock over time to uncover more through a constant flow.
As such, know that there is a wide range of kinks and fantasies which may be showcased even in small forms in this space.
Below is a not-so-little snippet of the fantasies which, at one time or another, capture my attention. For convenience, this list has been put in alphabetical order, with the top 5 bolded & italicized, the next 5 of the top 10 bolded only, and the next 5 of the top 15 italicized only.
AH3GAO
BD/SM (GENERAL)
BLOOD PLAY
B0DY MARKING / BRUISING
B0DYWRITING
BONDAGE
BRAINWASHING / HYPN0SIS
BRAT (SUB FIGHTING BACK IN ANY MEANS)
BR3ATH PLAY / CH0KING
BR33DING
BUKK4KE
CNC / R4PE PLAY
C0RRUPTION
CUM-DUMP
D4CRYPHILIA (CRYING)
DI4PERS / PULL-UPS / 0MUTSU
D0LLIFICATION
EDG1NG
EN3MA
EXHIBITI0NISM / PUBL1C PLAY
G4GGING (USE OF G4GS)
G4GGING (ON OBJECT)
G4NG-“R4PE”
“G00D GIRLS MAKE M0RE G00D GIRLS”
HAR3M
INT0XICATI0N PLAY
KNIF3 PLAY
M3NDLESSNESS
NYL0N / PANTYH0SE
OBJECT INSERTI0N
OBSESSI0N
ORG4SM CONTROL / ORG4SM DENIAL / FORCED ORG4SMS
OVERSIZ3D INSERTI0N
OVERSTIMULATI0N
“PR3Y” ST4LKING / HUNT1NG
R3MOTE T0YS
RIPP3D CL0THING
RITU4LISTIC PLAY
RUINATI0N
SC4T / M3SSING
SCH00LGIRLS
SHIB4RI / R0PE PLAY
SM4CKING / SL4PPING / HITT1NG
STR3TCHING / G4PING / S1ZE TR4INING
TATT00S
TENT4CLES
THR33S0MES / F0URS0MES / M0RES0MES
V0MIT
W4TER-BASED PLAY (IN POOL / HOT-TUB / UNDERWATER)
W4TERSPORTS / P1SS PLAY
W4X PLAY
W3TTING / OMOR4SHI
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HOW DOES VOID LIKE TO PASS THE TIME Why, by spinning words, of course.
I find great enjoyment in writing short stories which focus on any number of the depraved little concepts listed above.
These stories will be posted here in due time, so if you're curious and can't find them, merely come and ask.
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DNI The Do-Not-Interact information.
Now... I think everyone here is well aware that in this day and age, clearly denoting your "DNI" requirements is a must right along-side your age, but I've noticed some lists get extremely long, so I'll keep mine short, sweet and to the point...
DNI IF...
You are not of legal age of consent.
You have a hate-filled heart.
You are a p3d0 by any name/term.
You are "x-phobic" (Where x is homo, trans, xeno, etc.)
You cannot separate depraved fantasy from amoral reality.
And again, please do not go reporting me, I am not here to cause harm and I ask you not cause me harm in return. Simply block and move on if you are not fond of what I have to offer.
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i wanna cum on someones dick while they rape me. i wanna be begging and screaming for my life as they pound the shit out of me with a knife to my throat. i wanna look someone in the eyes and see the moment that they realize im gone, that ive caved to them, and feel them go even harder, faster, deeper. i wanna feel it coming and try to stop it as hard as i can "no no no please stop please dont" but i just cant help myself. i wanna squirt around their cock as i sob for mercy, unable to justify why i keep cumming if i "dont want it."
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spit in my mouth then force your cock inside it 🥺
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sluts deserve to be bound, blindfolded, and gang raped for hours.
sluts deserve to be bred no matter how much they beg for you to pull out.
sluts deserve to be overstimulated, no matter how much they beg you to stop.
sluts deserve to be filled by multiple cocks at once, no matter how many times they tell you another wont fit.
sluts deserve to be knocked up by their kidnappers
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How do I know you are wet? If only one could inspect. One who pulls you close with force like you are an object, slides those panties and patiently look at that beautiful thing until you are embarrassed, smell it closely and then spit on it, brush his finger and splitting those puffy pussy lips apart, circulating to feel its softness while it gets moist, and then dip the finger into it to feel how tight it is while it throbs.
A little deeper with every moan as it gets wet and clinch around my finger, playing a game to find g spot, teasing with a miss and hit, and than hitting spot, from rubbing to rutting, Overstimulating until it becomes a slippery mess, and then fucking again, one after another finger to see how far I could stretch your juicy pussy, to hear that painful moans, tightness.
How many? Hmm, two, three and forcing the fourth one, deeper and deeper, until I see you are so close, and than hold, until I see that frustration and disappointment of another ruined orgasm, sobbing, shaking. Oh you think, the torture is over here, it just warms up baby. I haven't slapped it, haven't used my tongue yet, haven't been blessed with my hard cock and haven't cummed inside yet.
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“Good girl”
“You’re taking it so well for me”
“You make me so proud”
“My pretty girl”
“This is only for you, baby”
“You’re all mine” ........ as I’m fucking and filling her up with my cum 🖤
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+*:ꔫ laying in my bed at night wishing someone would break in and rape me while i was asleep. imagining waking up confused as i feel the rapist dick thrusting in and out of my hole. wanting to scream or cry out but i’m too exhausted to do so and i slip back asleep. eventually it’s morning and i wake up with several loads of cum inside my pussy, too ashamed to admit what happened i just have to hope i’m not pregnant.
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cnc but with a fake safeword you're supposed to ignore
Make me dress like this and worse when we go to the shops. Only allow me to bend at the hips. Make me show off.
Caught in a trap
He stood at the foot of the bed, a silhouette against the flickering candlelight. His hands moved slowly, deliberately, as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. The sound of the fabric sliding against his skin sent shivers down her spine. He stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing down on her like a physical force.
“Do you know why you’re here?” His voice was low, gravelly, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her. She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. He loved this part—the moment before the storm, when the tension was unbearable and the air was charged with unspoken desires.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, and she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin. “You’re here because you need this,” he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. “Because you crave it. Because you know, deep down, that you belong to me.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, her body betraying her with a surge of wetness between her thighs. She wanted to protest, to deny it, but the truth was written all over her face. He smirked, a knowing, predatory grin, and straightened up.
His hand came down hard on her thigh, the sharp sting of the slap rippling through her body. She cried out against the gag, her back arching off the bed. He didn’t wait for her to recover before delivering another blow, this time on the opposite thigh. The pain was sharp, searing, but it was mixed with something else—something that made her clench her thighs together in a desperate attempt to suppress the rising heat.
“Do you feel that?” He growled, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Do you feel how wet you are, even as I punish you? That’s because you love it. You love being at my mercy, don’t you?”
She shook her head furiously, tears welling up in her eyes, but her body betrayed her again as another wave of arousal washed over her. He chuckled darkly, his fingers trailing up her inner thigh, barely grazing her sensitive flesh.
“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me,” he murmured, his fingers dipping lower, teasing her entrance. She whimpered, her hips jerking involuntarily, desperate for more. But he pulled his hand away, leaving her aching and empty.
He reached for the nightstand, pulling out a sleek, black vibrator. Her eyes widened as she saw it, her breath hitching in her throat. He turned it on, the low hum filling the room, and he traced it along her skin, letting the vibrations tease her without giving her what she needed.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded, his voice firm, unyielding. She shook her head again, her pride warring with her desire. He tutted, mock disappointment in his tone, and pressed the vibrator against her clit, the sudden intensity making her writhe against her restraints.
“I said, tell me,” he repeated, his voice sharp as a whip. She moaned against the gag, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her release. He increased the pressure, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her, and she couldn’t hold back any longer.
“You’re going to come for me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You’re going to come, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
Her body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her, her cries muffled by the gag. He kept the vibrator pressed against her, forcing her to ride the wave of pleasure until she was trembling, her body spent.
He finally turned off the vibrator, setting it aside, and leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost tender. “That’s just the beginning.”
She lay trembling on the bed, her body still quivering from the orgasm he’d forced out of her. Her wrists and ankles were bound, the silk scarf around her neck and leather cuffs on her limbs digging slightly into her skin, a constant reminder of her helplessness. He stood over her, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. He didn’t say a word, but his silence was more commanding than any speech could have been.
He reached for the vibrator again, his movements deliberate, almost slow, as if he were savoring every second of this. Her breath hitched as she felt the cold plastic brush against her sensitive clit again. She tried to squirm away, but the restraints held her firmly in place.
“Ah, ah,” he chided softly, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re not going anywhere, pup.”
He flicked the vibrator on, the low hum filling the room. She whimpered behind the gag, her body already responding to the sensation. He smirked, watching her intently as he pressed the toy firmly against her.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And this time, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.”
Her eyes widened, a mix of fear and arousal flashing in them. She shook her head, a muffled protest escaping her lips, but he only chuckled darkly.
“You can fight it all you want, but we both know you’ll give in,” he murmured, his free hand trailing up her thigh. “You’re too far gone now.”
He was right. The pleasure was already building, her body betraying her as the vibrations sent waves of sensation through her. She tried to clench her thighs together, but he was quick to stop her, his strong hand gripping her leg and holding her open.
“None of that,” he said, his voice firm. “You’re going to take it, whore. All of it.”
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as the pressure grew, her body aching for release. He watched her closely, his eyes dark with desire as he saw her struggle against the inevitable.
“That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice softer now, almost tender. “Let it happen, doll. Don’t fight it.”
She shook her head again, her body trembling as she tried to hold back, but it was no use. The orgasm crashed over her with a force that left her gasping, her body arching off the bed as pleasure consumed her. He kept the vibrator pressed against her, forcing her to ride the wave until she was shaking, her cries muffled by the gag.
When she finally came down, her body limp and spent, He turned off the vibrator and set it aside. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. “But we’re not done yet.”
Before she could react, he was moving again, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her toward the edge of the bed. Her eyes widened in panic as she realized what he was about to do.
“No,” she mumbled against the gag, shaking her head frantically. “Please, no.”
But he only smirked, his grip tightening on her hips. “You don’t get to say no, pet,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’ll take what I give you.”
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock already hard and ready. She whimpered, her body still sensitive from the orgasms, but he didn’t give her time to adjust. He pushed into her with one swift, powerful thrust, the force of it driving the air from her lungs.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move. “You feel so good, pup. So tight.”
Her cries were muffled by the gag, her body shaking as he fucked her with a relentless intensity. He didn’t hold back, each thrust driving deeper, harder, until she was sure she couldn’t take anymore. But he had no intention of stopping.
“You’re going to come again,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I’m going to make you come on my cock, doll.”
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face, but he only laughed darkly.
“Yes, you will,” he said, his hands moving to her clit, his fingers pressing down hard. “I’ll make you.”
The combination of his cock and his fingers was too much, the pleasure building rapidly despite her resistance. Her body betrayed her once more, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her screaming behind the gag. He still didn’t stop, fucking her through it until she was a trembling, sobbing mess.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice soft but no less commanding. “Good girl, Such a good girl. You’re doing so well.”
He finally slowed, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more controlled. Her body was completely spent, her mind foggy with pleasure and exhaustion, but he wasn’t done yet. He needed to make sure she was ruined in every way, shape and form. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice filled with a possessive intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
He pulled out and looked down at her, his eyes dark with satisfaction. “You’re doing so well, doll,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “But this is far from over.”
He reached for something on the bedside table, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw what it was—another toy, this one larger and more intimidating than the first.
He smirked as he saw the fear in her eyes.
“Don’t worry, pup,” he said, his tone almost gentle. “You’ll take it. You’ll take everything I give you.”
He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.
“Because you’re mine now.”
His fingers traced the edge of the new toy, his dark eyes locked on hers. Wider, he thought as he watched her pupils dilate, her breath hitching as she tried to turn her head away. But the silk scarf around her neck kept her in place, forcing her to face him, to face what was coming.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her. “Is it fear? Or are you just that excited?”
Her throat felt dry, her body caught between the lingering ache of her last orgasms and the sharp, electric fear of what was next. Her wrists tugged uselessly against the leather cuffs, the sound of the restraints creaking filling the silence.
He tilted his head, his smirk deepening as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. “I think it’s both,” he said, answering his own question. He trailed a finger down her side, the touch light, almost teasing. “You’re scared, but you’re wet. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.”
He straightened. The toy in his hand was larger, thicker, and her stomach tightened as she stared at it. I can’t, she thought, panic bubbling up inside her. But his voice cut through her thoughts, calm and commanding.
“You can. And you will.”
He stepped closer, the toy in one hand, the other reaching for her thigh. His touch was firm, almost possessive, as he pushed her legs apart further. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag in her mouth. Her body was hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers sending shivers through her.
His gaze never left hers as he positioned the toy, the tip pressing against her entrance. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself, but his voice stopped her.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself unable to look away. His expression was intense, almost predatory, and it sent a jolt of heat through her that she hated herself for feeling.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise sending an unexpected thrill through her.
And then he pushed the toy in.
Her back arched, her toes curling as she tried to adjust to the size. It was too much, too much, but he didn’t stop. He pushed it deeper, his hand steady, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You’re taking it so well,” he said, his voice low and approving. “Just relax, doll. Let it happen.”
But how could she relax when every nerve in her body was on fire? The toy filled her, stretching her in ways that made her gasp, her chest heaving. His free hand moved to her clit, his fingers brushing against it lightly, almost teasingly.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his tone almost marveling. “You’re loving this, aren’t you? Even if you won’t admit it.”
She shook her head, no, no, no, but her body betrayed her, responding to his touch with a shiver of pleasure. He chuckled, a dark, knowing sound, and increased the pressure on her clit, his fingers working in small, deliberate circles.
The dual sensations of the toy inside her and his fingers on her clit were overwhelming, and she felt herself teetering on the edge of yet another painful orgasm. But he pulled back, his hand stilling, and she let out a desperate, muffled whine.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We’re not done.”
He reached for something else on the table, and her stomach dropped as she saw what it was—a butt plug, sleek and intimidating. Her eyes widened, panic flooding through her as she shook her head vigorously, the gag muffling her protests.
“Relax,” he said, his tone almost soothing now. “I’ll take care of you.”
But his words did little to calm her. She felt the cold press of lubricant against her entrance, her body tensing as he positioned the plug. His other hand moved to her hip, holding her steady as he pushed it in.
Her breath hitched, her entire body stiffening as the plug filled her. It was an unfamiliar sensation, one that made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she hadn’t before.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. “So tight. So perfect.”
His words sent a shiver through her, and to her horror, she felt another rush of wetness between her legs. Why does he make me feel like this? she thought, her mind a chaotic mess of fear and arousal.
He straightened again, his gaze sweeping over her bound body with a possessive gleam in his eyes. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice firm, almost reverent. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
He moved to the head of the bed, his fingers brushing over her gag. “You’re going to take me now,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And you’re going to do it without complaint.”
Her stomach tightened as he untied the gag, pulling it free. Her mouth felt dry, her throat sore, but there was no time to recover before his hand was on the back of her head, guiding her toward him.
“Open,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.
She hesitated, her mind screaming at her to resist, but her body obeyed, her lips parting. His cock was still hard, the tip brushing against her lips as he pushed himself into her mouth.
His grip on her hair tightened as he started to thrust, his movements slow but deliberate. Her eyes watered as she tried to adjust, her throat tightening around him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it. All of it.”
His thrusts grew rougher, faster, as he used her mouth for his own pleasure. Her body was still trembling from the toys inside her, the sensations overwhelming as her owners cock filled her throat.
“You’re so good at this,” he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. “So perfect for me.”
His words sent a jolt of heat through her, and despite herself, she felt her body responding, her arousal building to a final release. The toys inside her pressed against sensitive spots rocked and moved with every thrust in her throat. The orgasm crashed hard and she convulsed with no control over herself. His cock in her mouth sent waves of pleasure through him and it became impossible not to fill her throat with his seed.
My Toy
Her breath stuttered, and she turned her face away, her cheeks flushing as much from the sting of his words as from the heat of his body pressing against hers. But he didn’t let her hide. He caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look at him. “Eyes on me,” he commanded, his voice sharp enough to make her flinch but soft enough to keep her from breaking. “I want to see every little thing that happens to you.”
She swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. She wasn’t sure if she could hold his gaze, but when she tried to look away again, he tightened his grip, his fingers digging into her skin just enough to make her gasp. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, his voice a dangerous purr. “You’re mine tonight. Every whimper, every tear—it all belongs to me.”
Her lower lip quivered, and she nodded, her body already responding to the promise in his voice. He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips that made her stomach flip. “Good girl,” he praised again, his voice softer this time, almost tender. But she knew better. She knew the tenderness was just the calm before the storm.
He released her chin, trailing his fingers down her throat, over her collarbone, and down to the hem of her shirt. He didn’t rush, didn’t tear it off her the way she half-expected him to. Instead, he took his time, his fingers brushing against her skin in a way that made her feel like she was unraveling. “You’re so fucking sensitive,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already a mess.”
She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape. But he wasn’t having it. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Let me hear you. I want to know exactly what I’m doing to you.”
The sound that escaped her was barely more than a whimper, but it was enough to make him smile. “There we go,” he said, his voice dark with satisfaction. He tugged her shirt off, tossing it aside, and then his hands were on her again, his fingers skimming over her skin in a way that made her shiver. He paused when he reached her breasts, his fingers tracing the curve of them before he leaned in, his lips brushing against her skin in a way that made her gasp.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Every inch of you”
i crave lust. i crave the feeling of being taken for a couple hours to escape the horror of reality to been taken to a world of ecstasy, pain and pleasure. to have all my fantasies and my body memorised like a readers favourite novel. the spine broken into as his hands urgently turn pages to see how each word and page flows into beautiful disaster that one could only dream of. the pages marked where all of his favourite parts are, his initial marking the the inside of the cover - he won’t share this book because he knows the sweet nectar it holds between the covers.
i want to be treated like a readers favourite novel.
tips for safer/more pleasurable BDSM play :3
1. Ensure Consent (obviously)
Consent is agreeing to engage with an understanding of what’s going to happen, with whom it’s going to happen, and the potential risks. Consent can only be given free of coercion, manipulation, or pressure.
2. Set Boundaries (duh)
For people who may be new to BDSM, there may not yet be a clear sense of what boundaries are needed.
3. Stay Sober (unless you’re into it)
Some people may feel nervous and want to have a drink or a toke to take the edge off. This can dull the senses and make it more difficult to know when either you or a partner is reaching their limit. BDSM is about getting into another headspace to fully explore one’s sexuality – allow yourself to be fully present for it
4. Establish Safe-words and Gestures (must have)
A safe word is an agreed upon term that, when used, will immediately cease all activities and prompt a check-in. It’s also a good idea to have a safe gesture, especially when play involves restriction of speech or air. When thinking about what this might be, imagine the types of scenes where this would be relevant.
5. Traffic Light System (useful)
Green light indicates that everything is good and can continue. Yellow means that someone is nearing their limit and may need to slow down but doesn’t need to stop. Red light is a hard stop at least to check in, and possibly to end the scene.
6. Aftercare (always, always, always do this)
We sometimes get so focused on the ‘main event’ that we don’t think through to the end. BDSM practices can bring up significant feelings for many people. Think about what you’ll need when the scene is over and make this a part of the agreement. Some people want to be cuddled or held, others may want food or water
7. Take Time To Reflect (either self, or together)
BDSM practices may bring out parts of you that you weren’t aware of before. Take some time to reflect on scenes and your experience of them.
8. Revisit Agreements (things do change)
As our awareness of ourselves and our interests grows, so might our willingness to explore. Be open to revisit or revise agreements with a play partner as needed.
if you don’t give after care, you aren’t a real dom
if you don’t set a safe word, you aren’t a real dom
if you call people pet names straight off the bat, you aren’t a real dom
if you believe a ‘true’ sub shouldn’t have limits, you aren’t a real dom
if you get angry when a sub won’t do everything you say, you aren’t a real dom
if you punish a sub for using a safe word, you aren’t a real dom
if you assume a person being submissive is consent, you aren’t a real dom
craving being groped into a wet mess and just being used as a throat sleeve - ignored for my pleasure
The dimly lit room created an atmosphere of fear, the only sound being the soft, repressed moans of forced pleasure from a vibrator roughly pressed to her clit.She lays naked on the bed, bound and restricted, her body glistening with sweat with streaks of blood trickling down her thighs. her owner stood by the side of her, his eyes filled with desire and hunger as he held a knife with one hand. proud of his mutilation he had brought on her, his initials bold across her thigh and his pet name on the other “whore”. he throws the knife into he background and withdraws a gun hidden in his waistband. panic overtakes her as she begins to sob as she feels the barrel placed against her forehead. ‘no’ was no longer an option.
waking up engulfed by them, rough hands holding you in place so you can’t move while they fuck into you sleepily because they could wait for you to wake up >>
⋆˚࿔ anon rape threats accepted here 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
"That's a good girl, you can take baby, just a little longer daddy's nearly there, " and you just know I'm going to breed your tight little hole.
"Of course I love you kiddo, this is how dad shows you how much he loves you" while I finger my cum back into you.
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HUNGRY IS HUNGRY, THIRSTY IS THIRSTY, NEEDS MUST BE MET.
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Pulling your legs apart every time I get hard. Why? Because you’re mine and I want to fuck you until you’re shaking, fucktoy. I don’t know why you ever bother putting panties on, darling. You know what’s coming 💋
Need more degradation in my DMs
How romantic 💘
Holding hands while raping them, intertwining fingers together and saying soft words, kissing their forehead to make them believe it’s all love.
we would have fucked already if you didn’t live across the country