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[a-lewd-rat]

Saw a post yesterday demanding more text posts talking about fucking trans women, trans women on the receiving end of smut and kink and sex, and not just having them be Mommy. Here u go

Do you know how hot it is to use a magic wand on trans girls who have a hard time getting hard? They think it's gonna be a hassle, that it'll take forever and that their body is going to be difficult-- nope. Not with this thing.

Step one: hold her in one hand, and squeeze the middle of her cock, making a tiny cock ring with your fingers to trap all the blood at the tip. That's all you really need, just enough space to press against the vibrator.

Step two: take the vibe and press it against all sides of her, see where it's most sensitive and keep circling slowly. If you don't care for kink and you don't do edging, they'll be ready to come in under a minute if you find the right spot-- yes this includes people on antidepressants and beta blockers and meds that make it way harder to cum. I promise.

Step three: fuck with her (if you're both into it). Turn the wand off at random. Make her announce every time she's close. Put it on the less sensitive spots and make her beg for the right spot. Make her hold herself so you have a free hand to put your fingers in her mouth. Edge her for an hour. See what sounds she makes when she's forgotten about voice dysphoria because the sex is too good. See if you can make her cum twice. Put the vibe on her perineum in between edging her and make her p spot light up until she feels like she's gonna cum from that.

Bonus points for all of this in restraints so she's at your mercy and can't do a damn thing unless you say so 💕

[a-lewd-rat]

I'll never stop posting about being grateful for sadists and reassuring them that their fantasies and kinks don't make them bad people and how, as a masochist, I'm so lucky that there are sadists out there

[a-lewd-rat]

Fine. If none if you will take up the mantle, I will.

grumblegrumble...gotta do everything my damn self around here..grumblegrumble

nonbinary cock hits like a freight train with a tender heart. You think you're ready for nonbinary cock and then you realize you only thought you understood divinity until now. And if it stinks you better fucking bottle that shit, when the economy collapses and society's false idols crumble, that's what the people will be dogging for like nothing else.

[a-lewd-rat]

"are you going to kill me?" common greeting in scaredgirl world

[a-lewd-rat]

I know it’s usually done for convenience, but I don’t really like when robot characters just come pre-equipped with genitals and a completely normal sex drive. It raises too many questions for me. Who designed it and why? Who pulled all nighters ripping their hair out trying to debug the horny subroutines? How much did this add to the development cost? And like, I guess ‘factory made sex bot’ provides very sensible explanations for all of this, but that whole trope isn’t very appealing to me personally

I am, however, a big fan of robots who are like “oh the pussy? yeah I built this myself because I thought it’d be a cool engineering challenge. The base is just a fleshlight in my favorite color but I souped it up with a bunch of upgrades and LEDs. Some of the parts are technically illegal in the EU but who’s checking? Cool huh? It’s mostly done, I’m pretty much just experimenting and optimizing now. Making room for it did significantly decrease the structural stability of my pelvis but it’s so worth it”

or “yeah I want to have sex bc I want to experience intimacy of some sort and it sounds fun, but I don’t really wanna start cutting or welding to make that happen, so I just have this xbox controller I plug in and if you mash the buttons right I’ll come. It’s pretty convenient really. Wanna play mario kart”

or “look, I don’t have the time to explain the metaphorical and physical crossed wires and psychological mess of reward pathways that make this work for me, but if you immobilize me and reach all the way in there and gently loosen that wire until it starts sparking I am going to bust a metaphorical and physical nut”

or “horny? eh, I wouldn’t call it that. I just really like watching this one technician squirm and the strap-on is the easiest way to do it and keep them coming back”

get at least a little weird with it is what I’m saying!!!!! they would not be normal

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I mean yeah I used my safe word, but when she heard it she immediately, throbbed, shuddered, and gasped, hands moving to cradle my head and neck as she blurted out apologies, telling me how she was so so so close baby I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry angel I’m right on the edge I’m almost done okay? Please forgive me love, please forgive me I’m sorry, I’m sorry I just can’t stop now I can’t, and she sounded so genuinely distraught that I couldn’t stay mad at her. Even despite the aching pit in my chest and the nausea, stomach turning with the betrayal. I know she still loves me, she cares so much, otherwise she wouldn’t have felt so guilty. We can work through this, right? Right?

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the reality is, you can’t rape someone who has a cunt. it’s not possible. their bodies are just designed to take cock. it’s what they’re for

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the thing abt cunt denial is like. ok. when it’s finally over it feels like anything being inside me is the biggest stretch ever. a single finger is like losing my virginity all over again. now imagine two. three. four. a thumb. past the knuckles. my wails and whimpers and hands desperately clawing at you while i mewl and try to escape the fist inside of me. i come home and try to use my toys and it feels like getting torn in two. im soaking wet and cant take it. i have to cockwarm it instead of pumping it in and out of me. touch my dick and gush around the toy and cry when i finally cum. clenching around it feels like clenching around a fist. fuck. ok. that’s all

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Tears

The group of feralists sat huddled together in the room, a pack of frightened beasts more than a group of hardened warriors. The room was ringed by affini after affini in nearly every shape and size you could imagine. None of them have moved, save to gently push Old Tom back when he tried to book it out the only exit.

So we sat in our "defensive formation" for almost half an hour before the leader came. Introduced herself as Captain Arythis, Twenty-Seventh Bloom.

Unfortunately, by the time she finished introducing herself, you had been roughly shoved out of the group, falling to your hands and knees in front of her. The terrified voice of your Captain rang out shortly after, a single sentence:

"You can take them to eat, just let the rest of us go!"

Your mind spun on itself, realizing the crew you had dutifully served on for years had just literally thrown you to your doom. You weren't sure what else to do…it was all too overwhelming.

So you cried.

You hadn't cried since you were sixteen, when your friends had abandoned you for being too "different" than them. You had vowed never to show that weakness again, and it had carried you far. But this was just too damn much. It wasn't…it wasn't fair, damnit!

You didn't want to die! And you didn't want to die….alone.

And then you heard a soft exhale, almost a sigh but with compassion instead of annoyance. You were scooped up carefully, too exhausted to even wriggle, as you looked into the much closer face of the Captain. She began to pet you, carding her fingers through your hair…and shifting your wails of fear to moans of comfort.

"Awww, poor thing. Don't worry little one, I have you. Let's go get you some food. Would you like some cookies and milk? Here, lets get you a blankie, too. We can go sit somewhere quiet while you get things all out."

It wasn't the last time you cried that night, or that week, or even that month. But it was the last time you had to cry alone.

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What makes orgasm denial worth it for you? I'm really trying to understand because I can't imagine a scenario in which I don't get to come without being homicidal about it.

I’ve been mulling this over. I don’t know anything about you, so I can put it in terms that would speak uniquely to you. I am speaking from my perspective, maybe you can relate.

You’ve been making yourself orgasm for a long time. You know the best way to do it the quickest and most deliciously. Maybe a cheeky edge or two first, but then you’re cumming hard and your vision’s blurring and you’re feeling high. Maybe you’re feeling great and you’re done…or you go for a second, a third, a seventh. Then when you can barely feel your clit anymore, you clean yourself up and move onto the next thing. You’re calm, satisfied, and the queen of your castle.

Or, you’ve just finished playing with your partner. They’ve made sure to spend time on you, ensuring you can orgasm, before their time with you is done. You know that this is the right way, because your pleasure matters just as much as theirs of course. You deserve to be satisfied just as much as they do. What’s the point otherwise?

What is orgasm to you, then? Satiation, pleasure, plenty, relief, the agency to close the activity and move on with your day. What does your possession of and entitlement to orgasm give you? Equality, power, freedom, dignity, satisfaction, self possession. It means you’re deserving. It means things are fair. It means your pleasure matters and that sex was a give and take experience. If someone thought otherwise, you would say with pride, “No, of course I deserve to orgasm too. Why would it be any different for me?”

I used to be you.

If you’ve been following me for any period of time, you might know that I enjoy power exchange, but that it’s taken me a considerable amount of time to bring it from kinky escapades in bed to a lifestyle commitment. It’s always been hot as hell to me, but it’s difficult to do in practice. Why? Because it’s exceptionally difficult to hand over things you really value - things that you tie to your sense of self possession and dignity - to another person.

When someone asks to take your orgasm from you (or tells you to sacrifice it at their altar, consent pending), they’re taking those intangibles you’ve attached to it, too. That seems exaggerated but you know it’s true when your cheeks flush hot with the indignation. You feel pinpricks of fear, embarrassment, that you’re considering saying yes (or not safewording). How could I possibly agree to this?! It’s not fair!! How dare they even suggest it? I’d feel homicidal if I wasn’t allowed to cum. That unsettled feeling in your gut is right; it isn’t fair, not even one bit. Well, it wouldn’t be fair if you were equal to them, right? Maybe you’re not, come to think of it, or wouldn’t you have said no already? Are you really upset about the prospect or are you worried you wouldn’t be able to do it? Couldn’t bear it? You never considered it before as your orgasm belonged to you. Past tense. You were once the queen of your castle, but someone has moved in and said “I’ll take it from here, don’t you worry your pretty little head. Just do as I say and I will make everything better.” Your stomach flips as you find yourself saying Yes. But then you feel so good! How could you not, seeing them beam with happiness at your gift. God they seem so happy (turned on) that you’re giving this to them. They promise it will make you feel better - “I mean consider how much more explosive your release will feel when you’ve been edged a few times! And it’ll help your stamina for when we want to have sex later in the day.” That doesn’t seem too bad. It even seems reasonable. They are very pleased with you and you’re so very fond of them. You can do this! It might be fun, like a tease.

You feel your dignity being picked apart with each denial, with every single capricious “no.” An orgasm after a few edges becomes none at all by the end of sex. They orgasm, satisfied, while you ache for more. You’re frustrated, fired up. “Well I’ll probably want to fuck you later, so this will keep you nice and tense until then. When we have sex later, it’ll feel amazing.” You think about saying no, but you’ve agreed to hand over this autonomy. You’re trying to show trust in this game…It feels wrong, but for some reason it makes your cunt wet. Yes, you can’t deny it makes your cunt wet. And the reasoning is sound. The next time will feel more intense, it’s true. You are hornier and things feel better if you don’t get to follow through and cum. You assent, pushing through the brain fog you’ve been feeling more and more lately, to get back to your day. When they leave you denied like this, sometimes it’s difficult to think. They’ve said it’s okay for you to edge on your own, just not cum. In fact they encourage it! It’s good practice. Maybe a few edges will help clear the fog. Maybe. Did it help? Not sure. Maybe a few more will help. Yes, later the sex and the orgasm are AMAZING. They were so right. So so right. Silly you for not trusting their guidance on this.

You notice, edged out and frustrated, that it’s been a few days since they’ve let you finish. In fact, they used to let you rub and cum when you gave head, as a give and take, but now they said you could only edge! What is this? You feel like you’re going crazy. (And edging yourself out a few times a day to try to stop the aching is not seeming to help.) You tell them that it’s been nearly a week without relief. They smile and pull you into an embrace, stroking your hair. “Of course there’s been relief, I’ve finished lots of times thanks to your fantastic mouth and cunt. Silly. Fucking you is perfection, especially with your new training. I’m so lucky to have you. You’re so pent up that you do such an amazing job. Your cunt is so wet every time I want to fuck you and your head skills are getting even better. I’m so proud of your progress; the longer you’re denied, the better you get! I’m so satisfied, I’ve never been more satisfied.” You glow with the praise. How could you not? You’re so deeply fond of them, maybe you can manage a little while longer. You won’t give up!

It’s been weeks since you’ve last orgasmed. Maybe a month? You’re edging every day now. You can’t help it. You feel the high of sexual tension throbbing at the back of your mind all the time, sometimes bullying out critical thought. Your mind is foggy but it’s comforting somehow. The only issue is the hunger. You feed it more and more sexual depravity but the hunger doesn’t fade, it gets stronger. The hunger sends you to their side, begging. For what? Anything. You hang onto every word. They’re holding your orgasm for you, they’ve been making you better. Maybe they’ll help you. You can follow their lead, even if they make your status lower and lower. Their smiles reflect onto your face. You’re so glad you could please them like this, as you tell them you’ve been edging again today. This turns them on. They decide to use your body to cum, right then and there. They don’t want to pay attention to you at all, though, they just want to relax and masturbate using you - that’s alright isn’t it? I mean you’re not going to cum anyway. It’s just like them jerking off but you’re helping! You’re so helpful. They’ll just watch some porn and enjoy. You find yourself nodding, swallowing the tiny stash of pride you kept hidden away in case of emergencies. They finish. It feeds your hunger, it makes them happy. But the ache remains between your legs.

It’s been months now. You’re enjoying a gentle moment of intimacy. They’re stroking your hair, giving your body a sweet gentle massage. Every nerve ending is lit up with tension; you feel your cunt start to ache and drip just from their touch in desperate hope for stimulation. Their happiness these last few months has filled you with satisfaction, the satisfaction you’ve been missing from orgasm. That’s such an empty place inside you, willing and waiting to be filled to the brim with their satisfaction in your progress. You’re wishing to do more, to be more for them, to get that dose of their praise and fulfillment. You find yourself wishing they’d use you, just so you could feel something and bring them relief. Relief. Relief. Desperate to create relief, if not for you then for them. That’s enough, that’s the same thing isn’t it? It’s the same thing. Their pleasure is your pleasure. God. Please. You find yourself nuzzling at their crotch, drool starting to pool in your mouth, you look up at them with vacant eyes, brain hopelessly cloaked in fog. They allow you to serve. Their satisfaction pours into you, filling that endless pit they created. But you don’t suffer the lack of dignity anymore, you savor it. You just wonder what more you can do next.

Do you understand?

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Two cosy little pinnates, snuggled together under a blanket to watch a floret cut while their Affini is working in another room. So, so comfortable together, so warm, so tender. You feel your beloved fellow floret slowly reach her soft, slightly sweaty palm up your back, teasing it up your spine until her slender pianist fingers reach into your hair, taking root within, and she pulls down your face to her chest, just roughly enough to force a surprised little gasp from your lungs. She's never usually this... forward...

The poor thing's leaking so bad. One of their newest modifications, particularly lewd even amongst the Compact, is really taking hold - her swollen breasts look so full, perky nipples leaking and oozing what looks like honey that glows from within her, a sweet smell emanating from her as her face looks so, so flustered. Cherry-red blushes on her cheeks as she looks down at you, starry-eyed with a mixture of infatuation and need. All while she oozes, millimetres away from your face, invading the air around your mouth and noze with that lustful cocktail of such sweet nectar and the equally saccharine smell of your shared, sweaty girlmusk.

She doesn't need to say a word. You're a good pinnate, and you can see - feel, even - what she needs, so you latch on with your warm, wet lips, forcing such a needy little whine from her as she mumbles near-incoherently about how thick and viscous it is, oozing from her so uncontrollably... not to mention how much of a good job you're doing. You're doing such a good job. You're a natural. Such a helpful girl.

Your body starts going limper and limper, the trembling and twitching you're overcome with slowing down as you feel your sensitivity heighten to the point where even a finger on your spine feels electric, yet feeling so calmed, so relaxed in her arms. Clearly, all this nectar - pollen sourced from your shared, beloved Affini - is unbelievably full of xenodrugs, especially Class-A's and Class-E's.

Not that you mind.

You're such a helpful little floret as you suckle away, trying to mumble something about how good it feels to be like this, how sweet that nectar tastes, all while the pretty girl producing it moans and squirms about how the release feels so good. A hand slips below her companion dress, teasing herself so, so gently, a feeling of lust overtaking her from her state of control - all while the other keeps hold of your head, fingers scritching at your scalp, a feeling of ecstacy overwhelming you both, as the same word plays over and over in your minds; more... more... more.

The movie still playing across the room is forgotten. Your Affini glances into the room, with what can only be described as the cadence of a smile blooming across her blissful form. After all, her pets are playing so nicely together.

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i hope they let me stop Wanting soon

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positive catgirl affirmation: your claws and teeth are SO sharp. you CAN destroy anything you want. you DESERVE headpats. you ARE full of incredible CHAOS and VIOLENCE.

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Absurdly horny for a mind control collar, tbh. A ring of metal that closes around someone's neck, giving her just enough time to react, to say "Hey, what are you-" before it lights up, pulsing with a soft glow in time with her heartbeat. Fast, at first, then slower. She falls silent. Her eyes dull. Her mouth hangs open. A blank slate, ready for her new owner to take control.

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Imagine taping my cunt shut with duct tape and fucking my ass only for me to get so stupidly wet that the tape unsticks and comes off

Laughing at how pathetic a cockslut I am that anal makes me sooooooo drippy and horny that not even extra strength ducttape can keep my needy hole closed

Of course you keep fucking my ass because why would you even think of using my pathetic pussy but maybe you’re kind enough to give it a slap

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at least there’s t4t hypnosis & mind control

[a-lewd-rat]

very low effort meme