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Class-C

The shot glass sat in front of you, innocuous in appearance.  If you couldn't smell the tang of citrus, if you didn't catch the occasional sparkle suspended in it, you might think it mere water.

In front of you, your affini friend rested her head on her hand.  She practically bled smugness, the leaves around her neck slightly fluffed as if she was preening.  You rolled your eyes, mirroring her posture for the hell of it.

"So this is your bet?  Aren't Class-C's something on the 'dont mess with' list for terrans anyway?"

Her voice was a rolling purr as she answered, "Yes.  This is different.  A heavily diluted solution of a specific strain.  No lasting effects, just the intense feeling of a Class-C dose for about two hours."

The bet was simple: You had to make it through thirty minutes without confessing your love for her, or begging to be her floret.   She thought you couldn't do it.  You thought she was full of shit.  You had plenty of xenodrugs before, of course.  Class A's and E's were fun and relaxing, but ultimately you were still in control of things.

Shrugging nonchalantly, you picked up the shot and threw it back, the sweet flavor hitting your throat and tingling slightly as it went down.  You flipped the glass face down and slammed it onto the table, then looked up at her with a satisfying smirk.  "Easy."

Her smile only widened.  "We'll see." She flipped open her tablet and pressed a timer, starting a countdown clock.  She showed you it had thirty minutes remaining, then flipped it closed.  "No using the time you have left for rallying cries.  Just you, me, and the lovely chemicals your brain is about to be swimming in.  When the alarm rings, I'll administer the counteragent."

You scoffed, leaning back in my chair.  "You didn't even wait until it had begun to kick in?  Wow, you must really be confident."

"Oh, it begins nearly immediately.  Already the drug is interacting with those neurons, mixing in with seratonin and oxytocin and a few other things besides."

You looked at her, doubtful.  "Yeah?  Then how come I don't feel any different?"

"Sweetie, you've leaned halfway across the table already.  Move any further and you're likely to crush that shot glass you slammed down so viciously earlier." She gestured at your posture, causing you to hurriedly sit back into your chair with a blush.

"Shit, I...sorry.  Got carried away." You glanced down at the shot glass, biting your lip as you realized that you *had* been rather violent with it.  You carefully flipped it back upright, wiping the outside clean with your shirt.  "Um.  Sorry."

"Dear, did you just apologize to the glas-"

"NO!" Your face was properly red now.  Oh *stars*, you had!  You had just done something that embarrassing in front of your Best Friend and what if she thought you were silly now?  Would she not want to hang out with you?  You hoped not.  You really enjoyed her compa....wait....

Frowning, you shook your head roughly, slapping your cheeks a little.  It was just the drug.  You were in control.  The drugs were doing this.  But unlike the A or E, it was more...subtle.  or rather, it was potent, but you didn't even realize it until your best friend had pointed it out.  Gosh, she's so kind...

"Um, t-thank you for helping me remember I was drugged." The words felt good to say.  You wanted her to know how much you appreciated her after all.  So you could win the bet!

...

The bet?

"Wait, what happens if I lose?" You realized you had forgotten to ask that before.  Worried, you turned to look at her.

"Well, what would you like to happen, pet~al?" You blushed, realizing it was just like her to wait until you were...compromised before asking this.  Well, jokes on her!  You're still in control.

"Nothing!  I don't want anything to happen.  No new rules, no teasing, and no domestication.  Got it?"

She nodded, sagely.  "Of course.  In that case, I take that to mean that should you win, you'll get all of those wonderful things~"

You sputtered in shock.  "I- no! I don't want to... I'm...you can't be serious."

"Awww, is something wrong?" She smirked, her eyes flashing purples and golds in a way that made your heart melt.  "All you have to do now is lose, then~ Or are you so stubborn, you can't admit that you l~o~v~e me, flower?"

"I-I...you... fucking...."  You felt the indignation mix with the heady joy of her attention, of wanting to give into her, of wanting to beg.  She was trying to goad you.  She wanted you to win now.  She had entirely turned the rules on their head. 

But she also assumed you would take her bait.  You shook your head, biting your lip.  "I...fine.  I admit it."

"Admit what?" She had begun to rise up slightly, her hands clutching the edge of the table.  She was absolutely getting off on this.  You couldn't even meet her eyes, looking away and down.

"I love you?"

"Mmmm....I don't believe you." You could hear the smile in her voice, full of wicked glee.  "Say it louder, for one.  And look me in the eyes~ and don't be afraid to put a little more emotion in it, dearie.  This is a confession, after all~"

You whimpered, managing to drag your eyes up to meet hers.  Reluctantly, you allowed the feelings you had been fighting for several minutes now to wash over you, letting them guide your words.  "I l-love you...I need you..."

"I love you...?" She trailed off, waiting for you to complete it properly.  You wanted to scream, but instead all that came out was "Miss?"

"Dear, it's just a game.  You can use the one you want to use."

"I love you, Mommy."

"And?"

"A-and I want...I need to be your floret.  I need it, please stars I need it.  I...oh gods it's...I..." The feelings crashed through you in waves.

"Go~od job, petal.  You did it."  She slid the table out of the way, stepping into a kneel in front of you.  "You said those mushy gushy feelings!"

You nodded, pleased...until you remembered what that meant.  You weren't going to get anything now.  You had just said so.  Tears sprang up, and you had to stifle a sudden sob.  "I...it's..."

She was lifting you into her arms now, cradling you closely to her chest.  "Shhhh...petal, it's alright.  You didn't lose, silly."

"I...w-what?"

She smiled at you.  "How would love for another ever be seen as losing?  You won, silly."

You won. That made sense to you now.  Especially when She said it.  You beamed up at Her, letting Her wipe the tears away.  "I won..."

"You won!  And guess what that means, dear?"

"I'm...I'm a..."

"You're Mommy's little floret now." She tapped your nose as she cooed, causing you to giggle a bit.  A wiggling little thought in your head popped up, though.

"You tricked me, Mommy!"

"Did I?  Well, you knew we affini never play fair when it comes to cuties like you.  Awfully brave of you to make a bet with me anyway, wasn't it?  Almost like you wan~ted this, darling~" she purred at you, her eyes filled with light and warmth.  You thought you couldn't possibly blush more, but it turns out you definitely could.

"I...noooooooooo!!!  I didn't...I mean....maybe?"

"Silly little flower." She picked up her tablet, turning it back on and dismissing the timer, which had paused as soon as she had closed it.  "Now, let's get you home.  We have a contract to sign~"

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how to say “I want you to own me completely and control every single decision I make” in a casual way

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Hey for those of you who are also low key obsessed with HDG you should read the Lilith’s Brood novels by Octavia Butler and the Culture Novels by Ian M Banks. You will not be disappointed.

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The door to the house creaked open, the darkness beyond laced with the barest, flickering light. Micra crept inside, then jumped as the door shut behind her. She grabbed at her wings with her lower arms and shivered, antannae trembling in the still air. "Eudae...?" she called out into the darkness, her voice small and seemingly swallowed by the house. There was no response.

"I, I got your message..." She said, creeping forward. "You said you needed help..." She stepped on a creaky floorboard and froze, antannae twitching at the slightest vibration. Nothing.

"Eudae," she said, voice barely a whisper, "where are you?"

A thump sounded from above her, then silence. As quietly as possible, she tiptoed her way up the stairs. A flickering orange light glowed from behind a door. Slowly, she pushed it open to see her worst nightmares confirmed.

Eudae was suspended in the air, stuck to the silvery webs of a spider. Her ankles were bound to her thighs, all four arms stuck behind her back, her beautiful wings pulled almost to their breaking point. Her eyes and antannae had been completely covered in more silky strands, and her mouth was full of the stuff.

Micra screamed and fell back against the door, scrambling desperately for a way out. The room was covered in spiderwebs, she'd never get out, she'd be consumed here, totally helpless in the control of her unseen assailant...

"Hey! Hey, easy, it's okay! Listen! Please stop screaming, you're fine! She's fine!"

Micra fell against the door in exhaustion from her burst of panic and turned, slowly, to see the other occupant of the room. From her perspective on the floor, she first saw a pair of gleaming black legs, then a tiny waist with a corset, then six black, sharp arms, most of which were held at awkward angles, and finally, eight gleaming black eyes above a pair of sharp mandibles. A spider. She scrabbled back away from it, wings dragging on the floor.

It took her a minute to realize it wasn't pursuing her. It took her another to realize the spider was waving, awkwardly. It took a third to realize that some of those arms were strategically positioned to cover the spider's mostly-nakedness. Micra blushed.

"Uh, hi," said the spider. "I'm Arane? I was the one that texted you. We got, ah, a bit carried away, and," she wiggled three of her arms, which pulled at strands of the web, and Micra realized that Arane was actually stuck to them. She laughed awkwardly. "Anyway, if you could hand me the safety scissors, I'd really appreciate it."

Micra glanced at the place Arane pointed and snatched up the funny-looking scissors before holding them in front of her like a sword. "Wh, what did you do with Eudae?"

"Huh? She's fine??" Arane looked perplexed. "Although I should cut her down soon, poor girl has been up there a bit longer than she bargained for."

Something moved in the corner of Micra's vision, and she spun to see Eudae moving, struggling weakly against her bonds. This time, her eyes adjusted to the light, she realized she was also very naked, with more strands of spider silk running across her body and... enhancing some of her features. Then her antannae finally registered the low buzzing noise emanating from her direction. Her face went ladybug red.

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Her face was still ladybug red a few minutes later, sitting on Eudae's couch while slicing noises came from above. After a while, Eudae herself came down, wearing a simple robe and struggling a little with her movements. "Hey, ah," she started, hesitated, then picked up again, her voice slightly hoarse. "Thanks for coming. You, saved us both from a real problem."

Micra avoided looking too hard at her or the exposed red marks revealed by the robe. "Um. How did you text me when you were...?"

Eudae coughed, and started to turn on some additional lights, still limping slightly. "Well, ah, I, ah... I gave Arane access to my phone. So she could take pictures, and threaten to send them to-" she cut herself off with another cough. "Anyway, it's good I did, huh?"

Micra leaned towards her, glancing at the stairs. Lowering her voice, she said, "with a spider, though??"

"Don't be cladist," Eudae admonished her, quietly. Then she shivered. "Besides, have you seen her?"

At that moment, Arane came down the stairs, wearing a suspiciously similar robe, which did absolutely nothing to hide the curve of her abdomen. Micra imagined she could just see the barest tip of her spinarettes. She gulped. "Yes," she said in a strangled tone.

Arane strode across the room to hold Eudae in four arms, draping the other two over her shoulders before giving Eudae a peck on the cheek and addressing Micra. "Sorry about all this again, this never happens. We should meet up again sometime so I can introduce myself properly."

Micra's flush burned even brighter, and she couldn't meet Arane's gaze. She mumbled something, her fingers curling in her skirt.

Arane's eyebrows quirked, "Oh?" She glanced down at Eudae, who was also blushing, glancing away, and trying not to smile. "Well!" she turned her gaze back to Micra, and grinned. "Perhaps a nice meal first, though?"

Micra risked a glance up towards those eight, beautiful, captivating eyes, to her very pretty friend held in six strong, chitinous arms, thought about what *first* might imply, then fainted dead away on the couch.

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I'm such a sucker for casual groping.

We're chilling on the couch? Shove your hand under my bottoms and stroke me over my panties. I'm studying and you're passing by me? Lift up my shirt and feel my tits up. I'm doing chores around the house? Grab my ass hard, maybe slap it until it bruises. Even better if the groping hurts and bruises. A free use sex doll for your stiming.

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i like my women talkative. please, talk me through it. make my cheeks bright red from your words.

“fuck. so hungry… you’re practically swallowing my fingers baby. you’ve been aching for it, haven’t you?”

“aww, does someone like mommy’s chest? mmh, that’s right honey, i’m all yours. put your adorable little face between my tits all you want.”

“can you hold my free hand? oh my poor baby… of course. such a nice way of asking. such good manners. my polite girl, mommy loves you so much.”

“your face is buried in my chest but it still can’t quiet you down. ohh such a loud, messy girl you are…”

“looks like you’re enjoying yourself a little too much, considering how you can’t even hold your hips in place. oh sweetie, yes… i can tell. i can tell it feels good.”

“so cute. maybe even cuter cumming for mommy, hmm? go ahead, my girl. let it all out. cum for me.”

oh please. PLEASEEE.

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Every time you ask someone else to make a personal or intimate decision for you, you become more of a good girl.

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The idea of being made dumb is intoxicating to me. Don't just tell me i'm too dumb to decide something hence you should decide this exact thing. Call me pretencious for using words like "hence". "Sweetie, you're just using that, not knowing what it means. That means you're basically lying to everyone and fake advertising yourself as smarter then you really are." Touch my pussy anytime, anywhere. I love how you smile when you see me squirm. Actively feed me misinformation, gaslight me deliberately, tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies. Start small and stand your ground if i'm doubtful. "Do you trust me, honey? What reason would i have to lie to you about a random fact?" when in reality you're masterfully deconstructing my trust in myself and replacing it with trusting you. You do have my best interests at heart and it just so happens that our interests overlap 100%! My kinks are your kinks, or is it the other way around?

"Don't worry about that sweetie, here, let me turn your brain off with that button between your legs. That's much better, isn't it?" You start to control everything. "Because i love how you turn into this pathetic bitch in heat and taking responsibilities from you will only give you more space for edging your brains away", sure, you're smart, i trust you and you have my best interests at heart, i agree. A little part of me wonders how far i'll go, but i push that thought away and focus on the pleasure, that's so much more better than worries.

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alexa, how do i convince my sweet loving partner who doesn't want to ever hurt me to rape and beat the shit out of me

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"My son turned out fine."

Ma'am, your daughter wants to be a floret.

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Joining the war on fetish and kink on the side of the fetish and kink

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Finding out there's angel girls on this site is fun, I get to live my fantasy of bullying an angel.

Cool halo. Think it'll be better as a collar. What do you mean it doesn't move? You haven't even tried! Either it goes around your throat or I'm breaking it.

You're here for my salvation? Ha, no, you're here for my entertainment, now lick the cum up off the floor or I'll kick you in the wing again.

Yes, I'm throwing a party and you're the party favor. What do you mean you're not doing that? I don't care how dignified you think you are, you're swallowing endless amounts of cum tonight, or do I need to get my whip?

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goth girl's breaking out 🦇

a c0mm for a friend of their oc leah!