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confess to me

I'll be your good girl and keep your dirtiest, filthiest, ickiest secrets to myself. tell me what you've done, no limits, Dad ;)

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

🥵🥵

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?"

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

Unbroken Promises

It had started innocently enough. A message in a group chat, a casual conversation that quickly turned into something more. He was from another country, his accent thick in the voice messages he sent, his words dripping with desire. You had never met him in person, but that didn’t stop the nights spent sexting, the fantasies you shared, the dark, twisted things you both craved.

You told him about your submission, your need to be controlled, to be owned. He listened, always listened, and then he told you what he would do to you if he ever got the chance. And you believed him. Every word.

But when the messages stopped a week ago, you assumed he had moved on, lost interest. You hadn’t expected him to show up— hadn’t expected him to be standing outside your apartment building, watching, waiting.

You didn’t see him until it was too late. Until you were walking down the street, headphones in, oblivious. Until a hand clamped over your mouth, and the world went dark.

You woke up in this room. The hotel room. The walls were a soft beige, the carpet thick beneath your feet. But you weren’t on your feet. You were on the bed, naked, bound, and he was there, standing over you, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

“No one’s going to find you here,” he said, his voice calm, almost soothing, as he adjusted the rope around your wrists. “We have all the time in the world.”

You tried to scream, tried to fight, but the gag muffled any sound, and the ropes kept you in place. He was strong, stronger than you had imagined, his hands rough as they moved over your body, claiming you, marking you as his.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “My pet. And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

“Do you remember what you said to me last Tuesday?” His voice was low, almost a growl, as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, the gag in your mouth silencing any protest. Your wrists were bound above your head, the coarse rope digging into your skin, and your legs were spread wide, exposed, vulnerable.

You blinked up at him, your mind racing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not like this. You had been exchanging messages for months, fantasies, dark desires, but this… this was real. He was real. And he was here.

“You said,” he continued, his hand trailing down your body, fingers skimming over your stomach, “that you wanted me to slap your cunt until it was red and puffy. Until you couldn’t sit for days. Remember that?”

You nodded, almost involuntarily, your body betraying you as a shiver ran down your spine. His touch was electric, but the fear—the fear was there too, pulsing in your chest like a second heartbeat.

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers now resting on your inner thigh, teasing, tormenting. “Because I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for.”

His hand came down hard on your cunt, the sound sharp, echoing in the room. You cried out, the gag reducing it to a muffled whimper, but the pain was electric, sending shockwaves through your body.

“That’s one,” he said, his voice calm, almost clinical. “How many did you ask for?”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes. You didn’t remember, couldn’t think. All you could feel was the sting, the heat, the way your body trembled beneath his touch.

“You said ten,” he reminded you, his hand coming down again, harder this time. “We’re just getting started.”

Each slap was worse than the last, the pain building, your cunt throbbing, swollen, red. You could feel it, the heat, the ache, and still he didn’t stop. Didn’t let up.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured, his fingers slipping between your folds, teasing, taunting. “Do you like this? Does it turn you on, knowing how much pain you can take? How much I can give you?”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t speak, but your body did, your hips arching into his touch, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Good girl,” he purred, his fingers now inside you, stretching, filling you as his thumb circled your clit. “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to scream.”

And you did, your body trembling, shaking as the orgasm ripped through you, wave after wave of pleasure-pain, leaving you gasping, sobbing, as he watched, a smirk playing on his lips.

He didn’t stop. Not for hours. He used you, every inch of you, his hands, his mouth, his cock. He slapped your cunt until it was raw, until you could barely stand the touch of his fingers. He tied you in new positions, each one more degrading than the last, forcing you to look at him, to see the pleasure in his eyes as he took you, owned you.

He whispered filth in your ear, dark, twisted things that made your stomach churn and your body burn. He made you beg, made you cry, and then he made you come again, and again, until you were nothing but a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, over and over, as if he needed to convince you, as if you could ever forget. “Mine.”

And when he finally untied you, when he finally let you rest, you knew it wasn’t over. He was leaving soon, flying back to his country, but this… this was just the beginning.

Because he had made you his plaything. And he wasn’t going to let you go.

“Rest,” he said, his hand stroking your hair as you lay on the bed, your body aching, your mind reeling. “Because tomorrow, we’re going to do it all over again.”

You closed your eyes, not because you wanted to, but because you had no choice. And as you drifted off, his hands still on your body, his words still in your ears, you knew one thing for certain.

He wasn’t lying.

@beuclair inspired :3

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

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

would love to be held down and edged to an exhausting orgasm at night after having an overstimulating orgasm in the morning

(all whilst being degraded and praised of course)

take me from the streets - blindfold over eyes, chloroform over mouth and drag my limp body away

and then have me wake up. inside what looks like a box - my top removed, chest exposed with tits free and nipples hard from the cold air - back against the uncomfortable wooden planks, and bottom half seemingly freely stuck out of the bottom.

my legs are suddenly grabbed, thighs pushed against the outside wall of the box with a rough grip - making me realise that my bottom half is also unclothed - which im only further forced to understand as i feel pain shooting through my lower body - a cry leaving my throat

a grunt is heard outside of this box as the cock that penetrated my pussy withdrew before hammering itself back into my pussy with enough force to shatter not only my entire spine, but also the seemingly fragile box i was stuck in

as the cock withdrew once more, I fought to get away - wiggling my hips with the little manoeuvre space the hole at the end of the box gave me - trying to claw myself up and away from the cock that bruised by pussy

yet my attempt was feeble, as my legs still stuck out from the bottom of the box even with my pussy out of reach - and my escape was cut short as those two hands gripped my thighs harder - pulling my body down and my pussy into view once more

the hands wrenched my legs open and held me in place, lining up their cock once more before snapping their hips up to force it into my hole, making a scream rip from my throat which only seemed to spur the fury that the man fucked me with

my arms flailed, eyes ravenously searching around the box to look for any structural weaknesses or flaws that could grant me a way out from this gloryhole of a place

yet the air that was once cold in the box turned hot with my vigour, and i could feel the heat of my body also translating something far more embarrassing; i was going to orgasm from the feeling of being forcefully fucked by someone i didnt know and couldnt see and didnt even want

tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as my motions grew weaker, the feeling at my pussy consuming me more and more until i felt my hole clenching and tightening around the cock that reached its finish at the same time as me - being milked for every drop by my contracting walls which only felt warmer as the white seed coated them

yet that heat that had consumed me as their cock had fucked me only got a moment to cool for a moment, as one cock was withdrawn... yet my hole was unexpectedly breached once more - not even after a minute - and the heat began building again

gasps, cries, screams were ripped from my throat as from that cock it only went to the next - and my skin grew hot and bothered with the lack of stimulation that made my pussy sore from the continuous orgasm it felt as though i were unwillingly facing

and after what could've been just half an hour, or a whole day - those noises became completely silenced as i accepted my fate. let myself get fucked into without my will, and filled with seed that i could feel dripping down my thighs and legs.

i probably looked like a whore from the outside - a hole coated with white sperm which dripped over my skin - and yet nobody seemed to care - as the cocks didnt stop fucking my hole

Oh…my…god…. 🤤

Imagine he’s got you in the meanest mating press, his thick cock spearing you open against the bed and it’s so good you’re seeing stars. But suddenly he stops and just leaves his cock inside of you, splitting you open, not thrusting and not moving, just buried deep inside, holding you nice and open for him. And he decides to focus on your clit, maybe with a vibrator or maybe with his fingers, just rubbing and playing with your swollen clit. It’s making you whine and buck your hips against his weight but he’s so much bigger and so much stronger there’s no way to stop him. He tells you to be a good girl and take it because he just wants to feel your pretty pussy pulse around his cock, he wants to feel your walls fluttering around him, your cunt milking his cock so perfectly in response to the overwhelming stimulation on your clit. And he’s so mean about it, one hand working your clit and the other braced against the bed so he can lean into you and keep you pinned down. He’s pushing you closer and closer to a mindbreaking orgasm as he whispers in your ear. “Such a good girl for me, come on, milk my cock with that pretty pussy, that’s it, feel good for me, I want to feel that cunt clenching around me, there you go.” And finally, your body breaks into a toe-curling orgasm, trembling, writhing, crying for him and the unrelenting pleasure he’s forcing out of you. You look at him through teary eyes, expecting him to go back to fucking you but all you see is the sadistic gleam in his eyes that tells you this is far from over. “Come on baby,” his voice is so mean as his fingers don’t stop working your clit, “One isn’t enough, give me more, let me feel that pretty pussy pulse around me again, that’s it, keep making those needy sounds for me, you can take it, I want your pussy to cum over and over again to milk all the cum out of my cock. We’re not stopping until I’m satisfied.” You’re sobbing now, trying to push him off, trying to make him stop the assault of pleasure. Begging, crying, gasping out pleas that he’s ignoring because he wants to use you to feel good, he wants to use you like a fuck doll, meant for nothing more than to milk his cock like a toy with no regard for how you feel. His fingers pull another orgasm from your body, the feeling lighting your every nerve and forcing your pussy to milk him just the way he likes. But it’s not enough for him, it won’t ever be enough for him, and so he keeps going. He pulls one orgasm after another out from your helpless body just so he can use you to make himself feel good. It has nothing to do with your pleasure because he’s exceeded that several times over now but it has everything to do with using you like a sex toy to get himself off. You have no idea how many times he’s forced your body to cum for him when he finally groans above you as his hips jerk into you, pumping his cum deep inside of your still-spasming walls. And maybe he’ll leave his cock inside of you even after, keeping you plugged up and nice and full with his cum while you fall asleep in his arms, with his gentle kisses on your forehead and soft strokes of your hair.

Note: This made me feral ugh please someone do this to me.

Yes, its completely normal for you to sit on a friend’s lap. What? You thought it was something couples only do? You think it’s weird? Noooo, come on and sit down. It’s not like there’s anywhere else to sit anyway. Besides, if you were really my friend, you’d trust me.

That’s my little doll

Hmm? I didn’t say anything. You must be going crazy. Are you okay? Do you need a massage? Of course you do, why should I ask. You must be tired after today. Let me help you relax.

Why is my hand under your shirt? It’s what friends do you know? They get all touchy feely with each other. Besides, it’ll help the massage I wanna give you feel better. Direct skin contact is the best after all. What? Do you not trust me?

You don’t need to hold your voice back when I pinch your nipples, darling. It feels good doesn’t it? You don’t need to be embarrassed about the noises you make. We’re friends after all. You can trust me with everything. I would never hurt you, you know? Just relax. Enjoy it

Your cute little whimpers are the best

Why do you feel my hand going down your pants? It’s for your massage obviously. You’ve been a very good doll so far, darling. Stop questioning me and just let me touch your body all over. Wherever and whenever I want okay? Thanks, darling. I knew you’d let me.

You’re so easy.

You’re moving around so much on my leg. Does it feel that good? Aren’t you glad we’re friends? I’ll be sure to do this every night for you.

So just shut your pretty little brain off and let me do whatever I want to you, darling.

something about casual, nonsexual dominance always get me. make me send you pictures of my outfit every day so you know what i'm wearing. call me a good girl for doing simple things like eating or doing the dishes. make me sit in your lap instead of in a chair. have me ask for permission before i do little things. give me forehead kisses. also force me to take your cock til i cry and all the regular sexual dominance hehe but casual dominance is so underrated!!!!!!

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