Corruption Kink - Blog Posts

thinking about Dabi getting off on the fact that you think he’s no good for you. you tell him you can’t get involved with people like him but that only makes him want you more. you’re naive, it’s cute, and it has him yearning to ruin you. you don’t even know what you want. you say he’s no good but still end up underneath him every other day begging for more…

omg wait wait, imagine- he’s got you on the edge of an orgasm, thrusting at a brutal pace and hitting your sweet spot in the best way. then he’s all like “say i’m no good,” and you whimper out a “y-you’re no good for me,” just for him to go “yeah that’s right. i’m no good. and that’s why you can’t stop cumming on my cock right?” 🙃

I need someone to match my kinkiness, like I want someone who would degrade me while plowing me and posting videos of me online calling me their pet while I don't notice because I am drunk on their musk

I just love the idea of a man being so, so dedicated to serving their dom(me) that they throw awah their pride. Yeah, kneel down in front of them and press your nose into their balls or folds and just hold it there, letting their precum or juices leak down the back of your neck or chin.

Hypno is so perfect for that. Ughhhh so good

Not surprised

hire me.

I always behave my professor.

Uni professor that makes me come earlier n sit on a specific chair every lecture? Every lecture there's a new toy on it which i need to stuff into my pussy and endure over the course of the lecture?

front row seat, legs crossed over one another as everyone walks in and says hi and gets to their chosen seat. And once they're all sat down, im expected to open my legs up so that the prof can see my stuffed pussy beneath the desk whilst he lectures - teeth flashing with the sadistic smirk he wears each time that he looks over and sees me with eyes squeezed shut, doing my best not to make any noise

Sometimes when he feels particularly cruel, he'll call me out by name and say pay attention. In extreme cases of cruelty, he'll ask me to answer his questions and listen to me stutter to jog my brain and look past the pleasure to answer his questions.

The toys vary each week - one time it was a thick dildo, another time a bullet vibe to shove up my cunt. One time it was a butt plug of which the professor could control the vibrations of from his phone.

Of course, I then also need to wait until the end of the lesson before i can leave. Otherwise, everyone would see me get up with strings of my own cum extending from the chair to my sopping pussy as I get up.

No, instead I wait for everyone else to leave.

Then the professor can tell me to turn around and touch my toes so that my skirt flips and he can observe my pussy, stuffed with whatever odd object he'd decided to use on me that week.

Then what? Well, maybe I'll get fucked in the lecture room - at the very front - so that it feels like everyone's watching me. Or, maybe he'll tell me to suck his cock because he's tired to lecturing with a boner from watching me on the front row. Alternately, he might even tell me to go sit on his desk at the front and myself off for him using the toy, before making me lick all the slick that drips from my pussy off of the desk with my tongue

Is there even a better compliment for a girl than telling her how breedable she looks?

Do you really like receiving random tasks?

I love it!

send everything you got

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using sluts as living fleshlights is super lovely. tying them up to the chair, because a toy can't move. gagging their mouth, because obedient toys are quiet. overstimulating them, because their orgasms don't matter.

so true

Shy girls who can't make eye contact in person but go home and furiously rub their clit while talking to strange men online. 💖

I’ll brutalize your ass while I ignore your pussy. Laugh at you for getting wet, slapping your pussy <3

(That’s all I have for now but if you like it enough I’ll send more) 🎃

please sir, use my little hole

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okayy so what about free-use trains? free-use Ubers? free-use transport?

You order your uber and it comes to you with a freshly needy slut on her knees with a collar around her neck and chain binding her to the backseat where you can do as you please to her as you commute from place to place.

Perfect, right?

Well, perfect for you at least - not for me. I'm a working woman. I have a job I need to get to and when it just so happens to be an early 7am morning, so what if I accidentally type the last number of the cab service wrong?

the line should go dead, i should look down and reread the number and realise that ive typed it out wrong and correct it and properly order my transport.

what shouldn't happen, is for an uber to be placed regardless - and for when i enter the vehicle, there to be a chain and collar snapped open on the floor of the uber.

i realise my mistake as soon as i step in - i accidentally ordered one of those horny fuck-taxis instead of my normal cab to work - but it's too late to back out and reorder my cab as the driver speeds off without asking for my destination. S'pose he just remembered it from the phone call.

but no.

instead he pulled up outside a block of flats, and the door i sat besides was opened as a man entered and frowned.

why's she sat on the seat? that's not very obedient - is your quality dropping? And why is she not collared up?

my own look of confusion was slowly replaced with horror as i realised that both the driver and passenger thought that i was a... worker.

i stuttered to correct the man's misinterpretation, but before i could get the words out, he had slapped me around my face, shocking the words out of my mouth as i was dropped to the larger-than-average footwell.

and then all control was out of my hands as the man's hand wrapped around my neck and forced me onto the ground, struggling against my wriggling and helpless body that screamed for help as he snapped the collar around my neck - binding me to the godforsaken taxi as a slut for his helping

my breaths came out fragmented and i could feel tears pooling in my eyes in horror at what was happening - what he was doing.

His arms wrestled with my blouse, not caring to undo the buttons of my delicate white dress shirt - instead ripping them open like a box of biscuits, pulling my decency away from me and leaving my heaving breasts in nothing but a bra that swayed to accustom my bust as the car turned a corner.

his cock came out then, as he used my neck to push me and hold me on my back, his fingers pushing against my clit through a pair of tights and panties - pulling the both of them off and to the side before plunging his cock into my pussy without any lube - forcing a scream from my throat as me began shagging me against the car floor, nudging my nipple into view from behind my bra before his cold breath enveloped the bud and began playing with it

he leaves almost perfectly in time for him to reach his release - cumming inside my pussy whilst i still cried and covered my face with hands - however i felt no relief as another man entered the back of the car, with his cock already released and swinging like a weapon between his two legs as he shut the door behind him with a wide grin at the "office worker themed wear" i seemed to kinkily sport.

and this man seemed to think that my cries and pleads for helps and screams and weak pushes to get him off me were-

Wow! You really like cnc huh, more of your sluts should do this gig!

After multiple men - multiple rounds - multiple cumshots that left my skirt wet and stomach twisted, the car stopped and no man entered the car... and even the collar unlatched from around my neck!

i couldn't believe it... was i free?

i didn't give myself a chance to second doubt myself.

i pushed myself out of the car despite my weakness, my eyes adjusting to the brightness of the world i was thrust into outside of the cab- realising i was outside my work building!

a shiver ran through my body as the cool wind seemed to illuminate the hot trickle of liquid down my leg, and as i looked down i realised that there was cum leaking from my pussy.

blushing and realising i was in public like a wreck, i hurried into the building just as i heard the bell going off - indicating the midday break...

i ran to find the nearest toilet as the rumble of feet comign down stairs became louder - finally finding a WC sign on a door and launching myself through it - breathing a sigh of relief as i found a safeplace to open my eyes and look into the mirror to see....

fuck. i looked like a fucked out mess. my bra had been flipped on one side so that teh cup was squashed beneath my tit that was free and lay like a pillow against my chest, free of its material constraints - my stomach with white stripes of cum that lead to a wet skirt and more cumstreaks that fell down my thighs and tights.

the door squeaked and i whipped my head around, freezing in shock as i made eye contact with a...

a man. multiple men. coming to use the toilet during their break and freezing in shock at the cum-soaked girl stook half-naked in the middle of the men's toilets

their eyes raked up adn down me and i felt myself turn fearful once more as i noticed their expressions of... hunger.

A squeak left my mouth in shock and pain as both of my tits were grabbed in handfuls by a pair of hands from behind me, pressing up my tits and squeezing them, presenting them to the men that stood in the doorway before i heart a-

"i think we got our lunchtime treat right here, huh?"

please, i beg you

send me r@pe threats

tell me all the horrible things you would do to my virgin holes

tell me everything so I can edge myself to the thought of you

yes i do like it 🥵🥵

"You fucking pervert. You like this, don't you?" 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖

tie me up, put a gag in my mouth, put a plug in my ass, put a dildo in my pussy and a vibrator on my clit

keep me like that forever

and when I think it's over you push your cock in me and fuck everyone hole until i pass out

When I wake up I'm tied up again and everything starts again

imagine the final exam. kneeling in a room with more man than you can logically take at the same time but that doesn't matter. there are cocks and hands and mouth's everywhere and you will please them all no matter how hard you will do it and you will enjoy it

slut school!

teach us how to suck dick using dildos and condition us to have our pussies wet and slick when he give head and pleasure a man. have us crave the feeling of a real cock in our throat by teaching us that in pleasuring a man, that is where we will receive true gratification.

make us practice holding onto our orgasm and testing us on how long we can hold out before cumming and out bodies shuddering to a stop

punish us when we don't meet your expectations by abusing my sensitive clit with a vibrator strapped to it whilst you hammer my pussy for hours and grunt between thrusts about how i need to take my homework seriously, and how no man will ever give me their cock if i dont satisfy them before cumming myself

give us penpals, in the third year - where we are assigned a man that we need to please for a week - and at the end of the week, we're all put in a whorehouse specifically for our penpals, with our legs chained in position so that our holes are presented to them, and they can take it in turns to use all the different holes on display

make it expected for a girl to walk into class with cum dripping down her leg

make it our purpose to set our fake plastic cock on our seat before we sit down for class

make it our ambition to be called to the front of the class and forcefucked in front of all the other girls

i want this so bad🥵🥵

I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.

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"Should I show you what happens to naughty girls who don't listen to daddy"?

That should be a new holiday. Lol

i want someone to deliberately wash my clothes in something that smells bad so when i picked up the outift he chose for me, they all smell distinctly gross. i would complain about it and they would just reply “i already had to take control of how you dressed and now i’ll have to take care of your bath routine as well”. 💕❤️🎀

really want a place of my own so i can moan and whimper as loud and as often as i’d like </33

pretty safe to assume that after midnight i’m either wet and needy or having a breakdown

please purposely say things that you know are going to turn me on subtly whilst in inappropriate settings <33

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”

am i extremely sore from being a good pup? yes

do i intend to keep being an obedient plaything? also yes

will i regret it in a couple days? most definitely

أحتاجك إلى الأبد في حياتي

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