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what'd we learn today? im glad you asked. turns out i can smell it when (some) people are horny. myrrh does not like that this is something i can do. i, on the other hand, greatly enjoy this ability.

Godforsaken catgirls with their fuckin. aksjdjkfjgjgjkgk

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i added this to my pinned but also uh i made myself a website go check it out it has all my links and stuff!!!

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American hero

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im so so proud baby~ you did so well

well,, here we go

did my first E injection today (eventually) and frankly; AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

let the femming begin

also now Euclid (Sleep Token), which was already one of my favourite songs, will now forever have an even more special place in my heart as the song that got me through my first shot

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how i wanna beeeeeeee

Link ~~~

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me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me me m-

@enchantress-arc this is your fault /pos

I see the outline of a girls cute cock inside her panties or or tight pants and my brain immediately turns off dude

Girl bulge in my mouth girl bulge grinding against my thigh or my ass or my cunt or my tdick fuckkkkkkk

If a girl sticks her crotch in my face I don’t even think the national guard could keep me from putting my mouth on it

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oh sweetie i do this to you pretty much every day don't i?

“And drop.” Your partner snapped their fingers. Your mind went blank, eyes rolling up, then closing. “That’s it. Mind shutting down for me. You don’t need to think. You don’t want to think. You just want to sink, and slip, and drift down for me, isn’t that right, toy?”

Your head nodded, up and down, so easily. It’s almost like it was out of your control. And every motion, up and down, shook more thoughts out of your mind. Your body had slumped in the chair. Every other muscle was limp, but your head nodded a few more times.

“Awh, so agreeable. So open, and pliable.” You felt one of their hands gently cup your chin, whilst the other brushed through your hair. You could feel the heat of their body. They were close. But you were too deep to open your eyes, or to put your hands on them.

All you could do was sit, and let their hands caress you as you sank deeper and deeper into mindlessness. They straddled you in the chair, pressing into you. A moan slipped from your lips as they planted a few kisses down your neck. “All mine, toy.”

You were nodding again. Softly, slowly. But you couldn’t disagree. You were all theirs. “Mine to play with, to use, to tease and toy with.” They leant back, and you knew they were studying you. “But what to do first, sweetie? Pleasure? Melt your brain? Dominance? All three?”

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"fuck me about it"

"room decor" (with @mnmurmur)

"does it fuck? / it fucks severely."

"what if — and hear me out — one foot radius rotating disk..."

"get rotated idiot"

Reblog with an inside joke you have with your friends.

“Yes, Captain America has LEGS!”

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hey hi hello my name's rose but you can call me Mistress' broken bitch...

I recently learned that a particular sub of mine still had some conditioning from a while back that hadn't been used in quite a while, specifically that she had a bit of a tendency to become incredibly dazed and begin dropping into trance when presented with a cock (though, talking to her afterwards, she doesn't think that this conditioning would activate for most people). I learned this through a tiny bit of teasing on a call, when she saw my wonderful Bitchbreaker through the shorts I was wearing, her eyes rolled back and her tongue came out. Learning that on its own was very interesting. More interesting was just how effective this conditioning was, just how deeply she dropped from such a small tease, from only seeing it through my clothing. Naturally, seeing the effect that already existing conditioning had on her was quite a "blood in the water" moment for me, and, with her permission, I continued. After teasing her a bit more by showing off, it became incredibly clear that she was very, very suggestible in this state. I took my fingers, made a circle, and told her that however far down those fingers were on my girlcock, that's exactly how much she'd feel thrusting into her mouth. With her eyes rolling back and her tongue out, she took that cock like a wonderful, adorable little slut, so much passion and energy pouring into this imaginary girlcock fucking her face over and over and over. When it leaked and I told her to lap it up, she did, she was so empty, so mindless, so focused on serving this perfect Bitchbreaker, and I decided to have a bit of fun, to break my pathetic bitch a little more. I made her choke on it, put the whole thing down her throat as roughly as I could over and over, watched her drop even deeper with every single thrust, and reinforced this particular little piece of conditioning, just a bit, making it stronger, making it apply to my tits as well, making it easier to activate, even if she just saw me playing with either through my clothes she'd begin to feel the effects. Watching her empty little head take all of that new conditioning in with so little resistance as she kept mindlessly serving was absolutely wonderful. And of course, I couldn't just leave things there. I had her listen to me. I told her that, if she did a good job, if I finished in her mouth, she'd simply fall asleep. She gets a nice little taste of Mistress, of her sweet, irresistible girlcum, and then sleep for me. And she did such a good job, following along, listening, and when I finished, I simply told her to sleep for me. Her tongue twitched, lapping it up just as she had done earlier, and she collapsed onto her bed. I ended up staying in this call with her for a bit after that, just staying nearby, whispering little affirmations, until I was sure she was properly asleep rather than just in trance. Afterwards I left the call, left her a message telling her I hope she had enjoyed herself, and about an hour and a half later, I received a message from her saying that she had woken up covered in drool, and that her memory of what had happened was fuzzy at best, (which is rather interesting because I hadn't given her any commands related to memory during this, but regardless, it was incredibly cute). I'll admit I haven't done sessions that intense, that explicitly sexual (and especially focused on my own body) very often, but it was very, very fun. Seeing her eyes rolled back for that long, her drooling and sucking on a part that wasn't even really there with so much passion, it was wonderful, and I need to do something similar to her in the future, because the look that adorable, pathetic bitch had on her face made me want nothing other than to find ways to break her in even more.

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Actually this isn't exactly what it comes off as here: this isn't the end at all, she hasn't "won", strictly speaking, and arguably that's a good thing because it means there's still the possibility for more punishments to be given out to the people who organized all of this shit.

The county and sheriff's office settled, which for those unaware/not familiar with the American legal system basically means they came to an agreement with the plaintiff (the girl's mom) that she would drop the case against them in exchange for the $300,000.

In a civil case (i.e. a lawsuit, which this is, as opposed to criminal charges brought by the government), this is functionally a win, since really the main thing the court can do is force them to give her money anyway.

The idea is that they're saying "Hey, we'll give you your money, we would rather just do that than build a defense." In this case, the stated reason was that even though the county and cops insist they did nothing wrong, they think it would be more expensive to defend themselves in court than to just give her the $300k.

Unfortunately this means that the cops are now off the hook for any further punishment, which sucks, although to be fair if they had gone to court and lost they probably would still only have had to give her money anyways. Again, it's a civil case, not a criminal one, so there really aren't many other punishments for the court to give them.

The really important thing that the past couple reblogs have kinda glossed over (understandably, since the article also glosses over this) is that the county fair employees have not settled. They still can and likely will be punished for this separately, and I hope they get fucking destroyed.

Also, once again, this is a civil case. There could potentially be a criminal case afterwards depending on the outcome and that's entirely up in the air as far as I can tell. There's no way for a private individual to bring criminal charges (they have to be brought by the government) so generally what happens is their attorney will point out potential criminal charges as the case is heard, and the government will decide whether or not to bring the fuckers to court over that after the civil case is decided. This whole situation is likely to drag out for a couple years before it's really over.

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were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

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were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

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were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

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were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

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were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

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were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?