absolutekitten
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an absolute kitten begging to be used up 25 it;its (i wish i could use them irl :/) be back soon, i hope, life happens♡💋
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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Hey hey real quick, IF YOURE 14 DONT FUCKING FOLLOW ME THIS BLOG IS 18+ ONLY DIPSHITS
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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You are absolutely precious, little lynx. I have lots of ways to ruin someone. Do you have a kink preference? -Phantom
Mmm my top kinks are definitely:
Breeding: belly bulge, cum plugging, inflation, impregnation, (occasionally) lactation/breastfeeding, [no giving birth/labor]
Monsters/nonhuman: tentacles, knots, multi-knots, multi-cocks, fangs, claws, etc.
Living sex toy: being reduced down to just a little sex toy/cumdump pet, bonus if it's for groups because my body is so good you want to brag about it.
Daddy/caretaking [no ageplay or incest]
Consensual non-consent and Somnophilia
Feral/Primal: Let's be animals 🤍
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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If your cunt gets wet thinking of girls with thick cocks pumping you full of cum, you’re legally obligated to like/reblog this
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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Everytime I ride the train I always fantasise about some stranger sitting next to me and fingering me, when I try to get up to move away he would pull me down onto his cock, force it all inside of my tight cunt and shove his fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet~
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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My 6th Grade Story - Part 1 An Introduction
**obviously not her real name but a name I felt fit her**also no crazy stuff at this point so don't get too excited**
i met her in passing in 5th grade. She made fun of me for having hairy legs when i tried to talk to her friend. Obiously we didn't talk much after that. It wasn't until 6th grade, when our teacher sat her next to me as punishment, that our friendship began.
Summer had to talk in class, it's just who she was. Chipmunk cheeks on a pale round face; a small top with thick thighs. The opposite of me at the time with my c-cups that had come in from over the summer and toned soccer legs. Everything she wore clung to her and i wore the same black hoodie that made me look like a sack in 100° weather for weeks. A nervous know it all and a bubbly artist. But there was no one else around so she had to talk to me. And she did.
At first it was just the necessities; in class work, asking me for the homework answers, using me for the test answers. It never bothered me. i was an arrogant ass that thought cheaters only cheated themselves, no skin off my back. And it made her nicer to me, i had no down side. It grew though.
For me it was easy; of the two friends i had managed to make the year prior, one was in a different class and the other changed states. As much as i was the only outlet for her, she was the only one for me. i showed an interest in her art. To this day i find her art beautiful. She really responded to that.
After some time at each other's homes for a project, a lot changed. She encouraged me to dress at school the same as i did at home and started to show me off to her friend group. Everyone was nicer once my boobs came out. And i responded in kind. i became more extroverted and started keeping up more with trends. i became part of the in crowd. And we just got closer.
We shared clothes, drew on each other's legs, and gushed about music idols. Everything was so perfectly normal. The best part was despite our differences, our traumas were very similar. Crazy step dads, dick whipped moms, watching them use weed and alcohol as therapy, wanting to runaway to dads in different states but knowing our moms would fall apart. Yeah. So much for opposites.
She was just a few months younger so we felt like twins and took care of each other in different ways. my family was better off and i loved being able to get her something she may have wanted but couldn't get for class like a cute binder or pen set. She stole us matching best friend necklaces from Claire's. The little things friends do. But a sleepover at my house one night changed everything.
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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8 years of breath training in choir, no wonder i can last long going down /_\
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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did a tiny hypno maid, she looks so pretty drooling like that ♡♡
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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Yes baby, you do look super cute with my cum dripping out of you, but if I wanted it outside of you I would of pulled out.
Let my fingers help push that load back where it belongs.
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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*lays on daddy's lap*
"sleepy little one?" nods my head and hugs his waist.
"do you want to go to your bed?" peeks at my bed but shakes head and snuggles into daddy.
"do you want me to take a nap with you?" smiles really big and nods head. Daddy scoops me up and tickles me.
"you know you can ask for what you want right? I won't be mad but I can't always give it to you"
*mumbles*
"what was that sweetheart?"
"I want to feel safe" daddy frowns
"are you feeling small in a bad way right now?" nods head and burrows into daddy
"do you want to talk about it?" shakes head
"I got you baby girl, you're safe right now with me. Let's find Roy and read a story about dragons!" peeks up at daddy
"you're the best daddy" ❤️
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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I wanna be fucked so hard it's not even funny
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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21 f. Every man I have ever had sex with has become aroused when I have told about how I was abused as a little girl. I’m not judging though. I can get soaking wet from it myself sometimes.
You still love being used and abused, don’t you?
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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You used to be so smart.
Now look at you. You're a drooling mess.
It wasn't that hard to break you. See, the smart girls are actually easier to take over. They know more words, and all of them can be used against them. With a deeper vocabulary, I can describe everything in more detail and you'll understand. Making it easier for you to be distracted.
Not to mention smarter girls tend to worry more. They constantly overthink themselves. But when you listened to me, you didn't need to worry. Not about anything.
At first our conversation seemed normal. The shifts in your mind were too gradual for you to notice. You just let my words distract you slowly. You didn't realize when you started using less words yourself. You'd rather listen to me than speak for yourself.
And before long the only word you could say was "yes".
Now, no one's home in that pretty head. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. All you need to do is listen to me closely.
Good girls don't think.
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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Jordan was stressed.
Life was extremely difficult. School had turned out to be a lot harder this semester than she had thought. Her job had turned into a painful slog. Tips were down, the harassing comments up. Everything just took so much of her mental energy she had nothing left in the tank when she finally got a free night to see her boyfriend.
He'd smiled at her piteous look when she met him at the door. "Oh you poor thing. Is it really that bad?"
She assured him that it was. She tried to explain to him, but he held up a hand, stopping her.
"Babe, you need rest more than you need me right now. But, maybe I can help you a little." He gestured to her phone and with a confused frown, she handed it to him. He tapped a few times, then tapped his phone against hers and smiled.
"There. Near field communication is so handy!"
Jordan too the phone back. One new file transferred. "What is this?"
"Its an audio file. It helps you relax! Here, get your earbuds and go lay down. I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?"
He waited while she found her buds and then helped her to bed. She put the buds in as he fiddled with her phone. "Are you ready?"
She nodded.
"Good. Tomorrow will be a better day. You'll see!" He hit play, set the phone by the door and left.
He was right. Jordan slept through her alarm. Through her first class, through her shift. Yesterday even thinking about missing class and work would have sent her into a terrifying spiral of emotion. Today, though, she felt fantastic.
The phone rang. Her boyfriend, no doubt calling to check up on her. "Hi Sweetie!"
She could feel his smile on the other end of the line. "Well hey there, Jo! You sound way better!"
. . . . He called her Jo. He knew she hated that.
He caught the pause. "Ooh, sorry, I know you hate that name."
She did. Felt like it was a way for people to discount her intelligence. Reduce her to just another bimbo. Yet, somehow, today she couldn't muster that anger.
"No, it's okay. You can call me whatever you want Sweetheart!"
Where had that come from? Jordan frowned for a moment and tried to concentrate, but his voice broke through her thoughts. "Okay then, Jo! How are you feeling this morning?"
Jo breathed out excitedly. "I feel great!"
A laugh from the phone. "That's good. You missed class you know. And work."
Jo tried to focus on those facts, but it was hard. She just felt too good to focus on the negative. "Its okay. I wasn't having fun there."
"And having fun is important right?"
Jo found herself nodding.
"You've been working too hard."
Another nod.
"Studying too much."
Nod.
"Its time you allowed yourself to have fun, Jo. You need some fun in your life."
His words demanded more than a nod. "Yes. I need some fun in my life."
"Good girl."
An excited shudder ran through her. Something about him saying that really excited her. Turned her on.
"A good girl would turn the file back on and spend the day listening to it. You're a good girl, aren't you?"
Another shudder as a small climax buzzed from Jo's mind down to her suddenly wet underwear.
"Oh yes."
"Well then, you know what to do. I'll call you later."
A click and he was gone. Jo found her earbuds and started the file again as she lay in bed.
It started just like last time. White noise, static slowly filled her ears. Her eyes closed as it poured from her ears into her mind.
Underneath the static was a voice. Jordan hadn't been able to hear it at all, but Jo could just barely hear it. On the edge of her consciousness whispering sweet truth to her now open mind.
Hours later the phone rang again. Jo lazily swiped at it. "Hello Jo, how are you."
Her voice was husky. "I'm so good."
Another laugh. "Yes you are. Good girl."
Jo couldn't hold back the moan as an orgasm sent her twitching under her sheets.
"Yeah, sounds like you're just about there, baby girl. Is JoJo ready to play yet?"
Jo moaned a response. "Who?"
A small sigh. "Not yet. Put the file back on Jo. You're almost there! Good girls listen. You're a good girl, but soon you'll be better."
Without any conscious thought Jo restarted the file. Soon enough she was back in the land of static and fog. This time, though, there was a pink tinge to the fog. She saw herself there, like she was floating away from her body. She saw the pink mist pouring into her head, filling her. She saw her body respond, saw it change, felt the fog molding her.
Her body looked up at her. Smiled. And opened her arms. Jo found herself floating back down, merging with her new, pink mind.
JoJo didnt need the file anymore. The static was always in her mind. The voice was clear and spoke truth to her as she slowly rolled her hips. Hmmm. She couldn't wait for him to come by. Couldn't wait for him to meet JoJo. Couldnt wait for him to push into her, giving her that final orgasmic push that would cement JoJo into Jordan's body and life.
And then, she would give the file to her friends. Freeing them from a life of hardship and stress. Welcoming them into the wonderful world of being someone's good girl.
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absolutekitten · 3 years ago
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Daydreaming about being brainwashed so dumb that I just sit and stare at the pretty colors and never think anything at all. Just head empty no thoughts, drooling on my tits like a brainless fuckdoll.
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