45 year old bicurious Cis female sub, 18+ NSFW, hypno sub/sub, gr0pekink, CNC, 44H sized good girl in Southeast US. Love to discuss, participate & recieve pics related to these & much more! R@pe threat Dms...the more realistic the better, REALLY wanted!! Anonymous questions are turned on.
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don’t hide the other girls u talk to from me, make us be girlfriends so we can play together when ur gone♡
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bitch let me see it
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fuck me like you’re obsessed with me and nothing else matters
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I want to hear the noises you make when I rip your fishnets open, push your panties to the side, and force my way inside you.
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Mmmm...gimme ALL the kidnapper training!! 🤤😵💫🤤😵💫
Homesick. You don’t remember the exact moment when you stopped fighting it. Was it the ropes, the blindfolds, the endless nights of his voice echoing in your skull? It's all blurred into a haze now, but eventually, resistance just… dissolved. Now, you’re his. Not in some sappy, star crossed way, but in the way a blade belongs to the hand that wields it. Sharp, violent, reliable. He’s reshaped you, twisted you into his sex addicted plaything, and the worst part — or maybe the best — is how he rubs it in your face. Literally. Figuratively. Dragging you back to places that used to mean something to you.
Today, it’s your old school. The brick building looms a block away, its windows glinting like judgmental eyes in the late afternoon sun. He’s got you pinned against the chain link fence of the abandoned lot nearby, your skirt hiked up, panties yanked to your ankles. The metal bites into your back as he thrusts into you, slow and deep, savoring the look of longing on your face. You can hear the faint echo of your friends laughing from years ago. It’s so close, so fucking close, and your cunt's already soaking, wetness running down your thighs.
“There's no going back,” he laughs, gripping your chin to force your gaze toward the school. “You’re not that girl who sat in class, doodling in notebooks. You’re mine now. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you whimper, voice cracking as he slams into you harder. Your fingers claw at the fence, the rust flaking under your nails. “I’m yours. I'm so much better now!”
He chuckles, low and mean. “You know, they forgot about you a long time ago. Now you're just some random whore, begging for my cock. You’re never going back, slut. Never.”
Your cunt clenches around him at that, a tight, desperate squeeze that makes you gasp. It’s the only way you can cum now. He has to say it, has to remind you that you’re his forever, that the old you is gone. “Please,” you moan, hips bucking against him. “Say it again. Tell me I’m never going back.”
He grins, teeth flashing like a predator’s. “You’re never going back. You’re stuck with me, my little addict. Repeat it.”
“I’m never going back,” you chant, voice hitching as he picks up the pace, fucking you raw against the fence. “I’m never going back. I'M NEVER GOING BACK!” The words spill out as you shatter, cumming hard around his cock, your whole body shaking as the pleasure rips through you. You can feel the school watching, silent, disappointed maybe, and it only makes you want him more.
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A week later, it’s your old job. The shitty little coffee shop sits across the street, the neon “Open” sign flickering, mocking you. He’s got you bent over the hood of his car in the alley behind the pawn shop next door, your cheek pressed to the cold metal. The smell of burnt espresso drifts over from the dumpster nearby, and it twists something in your stomach. It used to be you in there, flirting with regulars for tips. Now you’re here, ass up, taking him deep while he groans about how pathetic you’ve become.
“You think they’d let you back behind the counter now?” he taunts, one hand twisted in your hair as he pounds into you. “Nah, you’re too far gone. You can't work. You’re just my cock sleeve now. This is all you’re good for.”
“Yes, yes, I’m yours,” you babble, voice hoarse from moaning. “I don’t want to work. I don’t want any of it. Just you. Just this. Harder, please!” Your cunt's a mess, juices coating his cock as he drives into you. The thought of someone from the shop stepping out for a break, seeing you like this... You’d die happy if they did. You’d cum harder than ever.
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But it’s your parents’ house that breaks you the most. He takes you there at dusk, parking just down the street in the wooded lot where you used to ride your bike. The roof peeks through the trees, and your chest tightens, but not with nostalgia. With lust. He’s got you on your knees in the dirt, his cock shoved down your throat while he leans against a tree, looking at the house, then back at you like you're a monument he stole.
“Home sweet home,” he sneers, thrusting deeper until you gag. Not that they'd recognize you. You're not their sweet girl anymore.”
You pull off just enough to gasp, spit trailing from your lips. “I don’t care about them,” you rasp, voice wrecked. “I’m not theirs. I’m yours. I don’t want to go back there. Ever!” Your cunts throbbing again, dripping onto the leaves below, "Don't make me go back, keep fucking me, please!" You don’t even wait for him to answer — you climb him, wrapping your legs around his waist, sinking down onto his cock with a sob.
He laughs, turning to pin you against the tree. “Don't worry, slut. You're never going home.”
“I’m never going home,” you moan, loud enough that it feels dangerous, like someone might hear. “I’m never going home. I’m yours. I’m yours forever!” You come undone, screaming it into the twilight, your cunt pulsing around him as the house sits there, so close, so far, a ghost of a life you'll never miss.
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Also me, lol!
Being shy and sexually filthy at the same time is cool bc your parents will adore me but you can still fuck me until I’m crying later 🥲
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i crave his fingers being in me.. fucking me with his hand painfully slow until i’m begging for him to speed up and make me cum.. oh to be a play thing for him..
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🤤🤤🤤🤤
stop fighting. stop it. it’s pointless. i’m so much bigger than you. i don’t care that you don’t want it. i want it. i want you.
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i respect someone who is vocal. Tell me why ur into me. Tell me why i pissed you off & tell me how i can fix it. Tell me everything. Talk.
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How to treat a good man
He should be treasured. He should be held in the highest esteem and respect.
Give him attention. Listen to him when he speaks. Listen just as closely when he is silent.
Ask him what he needs from you. What you can do for him.
Give him your time, your presence, your courtesy.
If he has never given any reason for you to doubt him, then don’t LOOK for things to doubt.
Be his pleasure. Don’t try to cause him pain.
Don’t test him, to see if he is “just like all the others”. Had an ex that hurt you? Yeah, we all have. He probably has too. Don’t treat him like its the fault of all men.
Treat him like a king.
Put effort into him.
Show him you’re worthy of how he treats you.
Give him a damned break.
Be at His side.
Give him reason to smile. To laugh. To feel good.
Take care of him.
If he’s a good man, and you want to be with him, be a good woman.
Edit - this entire post is partly in response to the mass of “treat women like queen’s!!!!” posts i see. So fed up of the one sided attitude that i had to try balance it out. Women and men deserve exactly the same treatment and effort.
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it kills me inside when i try to act cold just to protect myself, knowing that i have the sweetest soul you'll ever meet
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