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telling all of our online friends he’s trained me to cum on command and then chiding me for getting all flustered…”why are you so shy now, hm? you know it’s true,” as he brushes his fingers in just the right spot on my ear so expertly, knowing how easily i fall apart for him. smirking at me knowingly when i do cum, right away, the blush in my cheeks deepening as he whispers, “that’s my girl.”

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You're going to fuck me and I have no choice? oh nooo please dont do that. I totalllyyyy am not dripping at the thought of you forcing me to my knees

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being forced to take it slow is the best thing ever, cause after three kisses i‘m already halfway cumming, grinding against their thigh and moaning into their mouth. but having them hold me still by my waist, telling me to behave and be good for them and kissing me slowly, while touching me with careful hands and softly whispering into my ear? knowing that they will fuck me until I can‘t walk later, but that I can’t have that yet? that I need to be a good little bunny for them, or otherwise they will call me a slut and edge me until I’m braindead?

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Fuck the brat out of me 💕

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Went to see Babygirl tonight…the movie was hot, and it definitely had my very kinky, very dominant boyfriend feeling inspired.

We were snuggled up in the theater, his arm around my shoulders with a blanket over us. His fingertips started grazing the skin of my neck and chest as we watched the movie. I lifted the blanket up higher to cover his hand as it trailed lower; there were people next to us, so I wanted to make sure no one could see as he began to play with my nipples. They’re sensitive, so he knows he can make me cum just by doing this. He tweaked and twisted them until I came quietly, looked at me with a mischievous smirk, and removed his arm from my shoulders.

Not ten minutes later, as my attention was focused on the movie, I felt his hand creep in between my thighs underneath the blanket. He began rubbing my clit just the way I like it, and just as my breathing began to get heavy, he gave me a quick “shhh” and continued. I came again for him, and he moved his hand away again.

After both of us continued watching for a while, he turned to me and whispered, “Touch yourself. Now.”

I widened my eyes at his command, but lifted the blanket over my shoulders and did as I was told. I rubbed myself over my pants and he leaned over, whispering in my ear: “Don’t you dare even think about cumming.”

This made me throw my head back against the seat, absolutely melting at the way he was smirking at me; he knew exactly what he was doing, and I loved every second of it.

For the rest of the movie, I was teasing myself under the blanket. At one point, he took my other hand in his and began tickling my palm. This always usually sends me over the edge, so it was a real struggle not to cum right then and there. He kept this up for so long, and my hips were writhing in desperation as I began to close my fingers around his, trying to move away from the contact with it being all too much to bear. With his other hand, he pulled my fingers up to open my hand again, ensuring my palm was exposed for him to continue his torture. I looked at him desperately, and he just smiled, leaning down to my ear and asking, “You haven’t cum yet, have you?” I shook my head to tell him no. He said, “Good girl,” and continued to tease me.

I was soaked by the end of the movie. I tried to get him to play with me again by telling him how wet I was for him, but he just met me with a simple, “Aw, that’s so cute.”

We went into the bathroom afterwards. He began to walk to a stall, and I stopped at the mirror to fix my hair. Before I could even process what was happening, he had come back and grabbed a fistful of my hair to pull me away with him. I gasped as he dragged me through the bathroom all the way to the furthest stall, stumbling to keep up. Once we were in there, he slammed me against the wall and locked the door behind him. His hand immediately went between my legs and I grabbed onto him tightly as he expertly rubbed my clit. I came quickly, having been teased and on the edge for so long, and he held me tightly in place as I did. His other hand clamped over my mouth and nose while he continued to draw out orgasm after orgasm, keeping my legs apart with his thigh, making sure I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t get away until he was done with me. I looked up at him with wide eyes, desperate to breathe, as he made me cum again and again.

Finally, he decided I’d had enough, and let go of me; he left me there panting and fucked out against the wall. Bitch I’m still dripping all over myself. It was so, so, so hot.

*This post is about queer, non-binary sex. Men & minors dni*

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Oh I have things to report. So many things to write about. My baby is too fucking fineeee I can’t take it

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pleasure doms r such a dangerous thing to play around with, because like, you'll get what you want. just, so intense you'll regret asking for it. being sensitive foe the rest of the week because of the orgasms and goddamn.

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Being on the dance floor with him and he chokes you…pinches your nipple…doesn’t care who sees. Grabbing your hair while he says into your ear, “What’s wrong? Do you want Daddy inside of you?” Yes. Expeditiously. Thank you.

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“No teasing tonight. Just forced orgasms. I want to see just how much you can take.”

He restrained me to the bed tightly, ensuring that there was nowhere for me to go. He had me take some edibles not long before this, so the high was beginning to trickle in as his fingertips explored my body. I sighed and relaxed into his touch, so responsive to his fingers, so eager to find out what it would feel like once it all truly started.

He picked up the vibrator lying beside him, turning it on and trailing it all along my body. My breathing picked up as he brought it up to graze over my chest. He held it against my nipples, causing me to moan. My nipples are so sensitive that he makes me cum with them often, just with his fingers, so using such strong vibrations against them had me enduring my first few orgasms quickly.

Then, he moved the vibrator down my body, pressing it against the space between my thigh and my pussy. My hips lifted in need as it vibrated just a few inches away from where it would wreck me the most. He dragged it along my thighs, skipping over my clit to make me need it just that much more. Then, finally, he pulled my lips back and pressed the head of the vibrator right on my clit.

It didn’t take long for me to cum again, and again, and he turned the intensity up while I had no choice but to fall apart at his mercy. The orgasms felt so intense as I tried pulling against the restraints, realizing there was no escape; all I could do was take it. I had no choice.

He continued to turn it up and I continued to cum, legs shaking in place as I felt the vibrations pierce through my entire body. Soon the cum was pouring out of me as I squirted from such intense stimulation. This didn’t stop him - he just laughed and told me, “We’re only just getting started.”

He found his centaur dildo, ten inches and very girthy, and made sure to show it to me with a big smile on his face. My breath hitched at the thought of the whole thing being inside me while I had no escape, let alone with the vibrator on my clit. He used some lube to make sure I was ready, and then began inserting the giant dick inside of me.

He started off slow, easing it in as I gasped and squirmed and curled my toes, and then pushed the whole thing inside of me. My breath escaped my lungs at the feeling of how deep it was in me. As he held it in place there, he brought the vibrator back, pressed tightly against my clit so I would cum around the dildo.

I could feel my high really starting to set in now, locked in a state of pure and unbelievable ecstasy while I was so full and orgasming so intensely. I couldn’t tell when one orgasm stopped and the next one started; I was simply there to feel the pleasure take over my entire body. The more I wanted to fight it, the more I pushed myself to take it; I wanted to feel everything he gave me to the fullest degree. I wanted to be a good girl for him.

This went on for so long…so many mind-bending orgasms, so much squirting, so much screaming and incoherent babbling and crying from the intensity. None of this caused him to let up; he only became more intense with it. When he started fucking me with the dildo, my brain absolutely shut off, the only thing I could even remotely focus on being the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

At one point, he unrestrained my ankles, putting my legs up on his shoulders as he fucked me hard and deep with the dildo, keeping the vibrator in place. I cried and begged him to stop, telling him I couldn’t take it, but he didn’t relent; he only fucked me harder and deeper.

I was completely his; just a doll for him to play with, a cum machine, each orgasm indicating just how deeply and intensely I belong to him.

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We had the most mind-blowing, life changing sex last night. A post will be coming about it soon. Bc good god I’ll never be able to stop thinking about it

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Daddy used a knife on me for the first time today…dragged the tip along my skin gently, whispering as he grazed the blade over my throat: “How does it feel to know that you’re just one flick of the wrist away? Aw, is it scary?”

Holding the sharp end to my throat while he used his other hand to make me cum, telling me to stay still so I don’t hurt myself, my life and my pleasure completely in his hands…oh yes. Oh yes

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“I’m gonna rewire your brain so that you cum every time I zap you. You’re just a thing for me to play with, remember? I can play with your mind, your body…do whatever I want. You want to be a good slut for me, don’t you? *zap* Then cum.”

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Maybe being fucked until I pass out would fix me.... or break me and then being fucked back awake would fix me ♡

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When a robot character overcomes their programming to express compassion and love and wonder for the world around them

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Things I’d melt over if you said them to me with no particular pet names assigned either way:

“That’s it, baby. You’re such a good girl when you listen to me, aren’t you?”

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart, tell daddy.”

“There’s my good girl, shhh.”

“Such an obedient girl for daddy, aren’t you?“

“Hush, little goddess. Take them off.”

“Let me hear you, pretty girl.”

“You best put your hands back where I left them before I make sure you can’t move them again.”

“I knowww, I know sweetheart, but you’re taking me so well.”

“Tell mommy why you’re being punished.”

“Who’s making you feel so good?”

“Cum for me babydoll, let it all out. That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

“You were so good for me sweet girl, so very good.”

“You’re about to find yourself over my knee, little goddess.”

“Awh sweet thing, you can’t have my cock yet. I need to warm up your tight little cunt first, you know this.”

“Are you keeping your knees open like I’ve asked you?”

“Your pussy looks so pretty, baby.”

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when he pulls you closer by your chair, pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him, then picks you up just to throw you on the bed and make you cum 🥵🥵🥵 i’m so his