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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.

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.

got a new dress today, what do you think :3

cumming so hard you still feel weak hours later >>>

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I strongly identify with Tinkerbell, I too will die without attention.

Train me to be your perfect wife

You didn't realize it until your husband teased you about it. When he slaps you, you spread your legs. You don't think about it, it's just a reflex.

Then he started using it to show what a good wifey you are. How well trained you are. Showing all of his friends how you understand the best way to apologize is to offer up your cunt.

But it didn't stop there. You realized whenever he pushed your head down, you started drooling. You knew you were getting cock soon and the drooling would begin. You are his trained bitch and you love it.

You thought you might find being your man's tradwife to be suffocating. But it made your world manageable. All of that overwhelming noise is gone. All of that pressure is gone. And you have time. Does your husband require you to be fully put together when you go out? Yes. But you have time to do it. Better yet, it's self care. You feel better knowing you are put together. And it's hard to take the bitchy comments seriously when it comes from someone in stained sweatpants.

Pretty please?

Your husband took you on a picnic. Taking you to a lovely secluded spot where it was just the two of you. Once the blanket is spread, he reaches out and takes off your hat. Then he lifts your sundress over your head. Tossing it onto the blanket as your hat is put back on you. Next is your bra and panties. Leaving you in your pretty hat, garter belt, stockings, and your heels.

When you try to cover yourself, he doesn't let you. Telling you that your modesty is for the world, but you are his whore. His hands spread your legs. You can feel him eyeing his property. And you blush, but don't discourage him.

He let's you feed him. Letting you fulfill that need to take care of others. To please him not just with your holes but your service.

When the food is gone, you find yourself in his arms. The warm sunlight on your skin. Your eyes closed as you enjoy how wonderfully empty your brain is. No anxiety. No insecurities screaming in your head. Just the satisfaction of being a good wife.

You remember meeting your husband. It was a summer internship you had been accepted for. And your husband to be was your boss. You made so many mistakes at first. He was so patient and corrected you. Again and again. But the third time you made the same mistake, he lost his temper.

You found yourself over his lap. Even with your dress down and panties covering, it hurt. But being over an older man's lap, getting a spanking you deserved had you wet. Over the weekend you replayed the memory over and over again while masterbating.

The following Monday, he apologized, pointing how you could get ahold of HR. You just smiled and said you deserved it. The spankings continued. And your masterbation became more frequent.

As your masterbation increased, the hem lengths of your skirts went up. You were being a little cock tease and you knew it. Flashing your panties or lack of them.

One day, you were called into his office. "There are multiple complaints to HR about your attire." His hand grabbing your wrists before he slaps you. "You work for me. Your appearance and behavior reflect on me. Didn't you have a father to teach you how to behave?"

Anger coloring his face. "Do you think you are the first silly little girl who thinks being a cocktease will get her promoted? Maybe you should learn what happens to whores like you."

Your flimsy panties torn away. His hand covering your mouth as you can hear the rest of the office working. Pinned to the wall as he raped you. "Did you just cum from being raped?" He snarled into your ear. And you had.

When he finished, he looked at you with disgusting. "Go home and tomorrow come back not looking Iike a whore."

You rubbed yourself raw that afternoon. Replaying every detail. The smell of his colonge and skin. How helpless you felt. The satisfaction of getting a man off. How even raping you, he was better than your fumbling boyfriend.

The next day, you went into his office. In a much more modest outfit. As wonderful as getting what you deserved had been, disappointing him seemed like a fate worse than he'll.

"Sign this. It's your resignation letter. It's clear you need a man with a firm hand taking care of you. And I can't date subordinates. So you need to quit. Be ready for me to pick you up at eight. Wear something dressy. I am taking you somewhere nice."

And he did. Not long after, you dropped out of college. Now you are a happy housewife.

I am once again reaffirming that I should not have to work this hard for this little money.

If I didn’t want to have to weed through all the scams I’d start looking for a sugar daddy 😂🤦🏼‍♀️

stalker pinning your wrists down and begging you to understand, pleading with you to see their point of view. forcing your thighs apart, sheathing themselves inside you, and burying their face in your neck. justifying between groans, "if i don't do this, someone else will first"

Add in a nice pair of heels and you’ve got yourself a perfect outfit to wear around the house for your Man. He needs and deserves easy access at all times.

Yes Sir, threw them all out.

Being with your husband, you can be the real you. Soft. Girly. Feminine. Submissive. Nurturing. Creative. Gentle. In need of protection. In need of guidance. Craving validation. Desiring attention.

There is no need to pretend to be something you are not.

I mean, she shouldn’t be wearing panties anyways, they just get in the way.

A good girl doesn't question, she just obeys

You felt so blessed that the most masculine thing you ever had to do was put on your man's shirts sometimes. They were huge on you and made you feel tiny. But when your husband saw you in them, it was too late to change your mind. The kind of feral attack where you weren't going to walk straight after.

You didn't feel masculine at all when that happened.

Let me worship You

"Oh sweetie, I don't take away your choices to hurt you. I do it to free you. I am your Atlas."

"Oh, you silly girl. I don't mean the maps. I mean the Greek Titan. The being who holds up the sky. Not the Earth, but when you were learning Greek mythology, I am sure your girl brain was focused on what Zeus was up to."

"I take on the burden of the sky so you can be free of it. So you can focus on being happy. So you can smile. I shoulder that burden to protect you."

"Of course I love you that much."

(via freeuse-fleshlight-5, freeuse-fleshlight-5)

This could be us but you yep don’t exist 🫠

Listen yall, I’m a fucking coward. Sure I (re)post a lot of unhinged things on here, but I’m shy as fuck and my anxiety stops me from reaching out to others.

So consider this consent, if we’re Muriel’s and I’ve liked several of your posts, feel free to reach out and chat ☺️

I love having people to talk to, to disrupt my own thoughts so I can focus on you and yours.

I have my hand around your neck, squeezing it, cutting off blood flow. I'm holding you up in the air while I rape you. Almost shouting into your ear how this is all you are good for. And all your stupid cunt fixates on is how I think you are good for something. Yeah, feels like an equal to me.

I’m bored, have a sudsy gif, send an ask, or don’t, whatever, I’m not your mom. 😝

"Oh, my wife doesn't work. She is too precious, too fragile to have a day job." Your husband stepping in before you could answer. Which brought a smile to your lips.

"Poor thing would be in tears after her first day. The politics, the constant hurry up and wait, a stupid boss....no. It's best that she focus on what she's good at. Cooking, cleaning, and being pretty. We wouldn't want stress wrinkles around those eyes, would we?"

Yes, yes i do.

Me and who?

You never wanted the hero. Sure, he would protect you. But he'd sacrifice himself and you for the greater good. The monster? The monster would burn down the world to keep you safe. The monster is feral to protect you. You give him peace. You give him warmth and kindness. The world is the small price to keep that in his life.