#CNC Parameters

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Kitamura Mycenter 0 Parameter backup

If you’re one of my YouTube followers, you’ve likely caught wind of my recent acquisition – a used Kitamura Mycenter Zero CNC machine, for $3000. Youtube short: 3000$ Kitamura CNC In this YouTube short, I show the delivery of my CNC machine and a walkaround of this 1992 marvel, running on the reliable Fanuc 0M-C CNC controller. However, there’s a catch with these vintage controllers – they lack…

[starmacnc]

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[sassykattery]

Mentoring

This is a little smut fic I wrote for Diavolo's birthday, but since I have two fics now and this isn't a "birthday-themed fic," I thought I'd post it now.

CW: MC is AFAB and nameless, uses she/her pronouns. Piv sex, creampie, roughness, harsh language.

WARNING: This fic is centered around the CNC kink. I will explain what that is, but if it's something you may not enjoy due to trauma or other issues, please don't read!!!

CNC: Means consensual-nonconsent. The premise of a cnc scene is that beforehand, both partners agree to certain types of rough or aggressive sex that is of "nonconsesual" nature during the scene. The consensual part is the agreement before the actual sex occurs, where safewords, boundaries, and other parameters are in place. Some people call it rape play, I don't necessarily agree with using that as a blanket term for CNC. This is risky and should not be taken lightly, just like BDSM.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Third person POV, reader insert

18+ only

Enjoy

"So we are in agreement. We're doing this?"

"Yes... I think so."

"You can't just think so. This is something that could go poorly for both of us if we aren't both on board with it."

She was quiet for a moment, deciding what to say next. Diavolo lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes, a softened but serious look in his.

"I want this. We have our rules, we agreed to the rules, and we know our way out should we need it," she answered confidently.

"Then... so it shall be."

She sighed as she gazed at her test score. It was fine, but she wanted better. Quietly, she folded it and set it aside so she could focus on class. That was, until she saw Diavolo walk in, making a beeline for the teacher's podium.

"Good morning everyone. Your professor had to take leave today, so I will be filling in for the day. His message to you all is to work on your assignments due this week. You may ask me questions if you need to. No lesson for today," Diavolo explained.

The class became quiet and got to work as instructed.

Except her.

She stared up at Diavolo for a solid minute until his eyes finally landed on hers. She raised an eyebrow. The corner of his mouth barely tipped up.

Today was the day.

She began to work on her homework for the next hour, counting the minutes and seconds until class was over. It was so much more distracting to have him there, just steps away from her own desk while he sat at the professor's. The anticipation was building, and all she could do was organize in her head how this would go. Her thoughts were consumed with running each scenario, every word, every single movement they could make. It was so important that this went right, and maybe–

"And that's class. Thank you all for coming. Have a good day," Diavolo announced, standing at the podium. Everyone was already up and leaving, having packed their things while she just sat there daydreaming.

Once the room was cleared out, she cleared her throat quietly and got up from her desk, her test in hand as she walked up to the podium.

"Hey, I had a question," she stated confidently but softly, trying not to intrude. She saw the papers on his podium and knew he was likely busy.

"Yes, what is it?" He replied in his usual candor, golden eyes gleaming and bright white smile beaming.

"I got this score on my test, and I really thought I did better... Is there any way I could... get some help?" She answered, handing him the sheet of paper. He looked over his nose at her and nodded, taking the paper and setting it down to look at.

"I'll see what I can find."

He scanned it over, reading every question and answer. If there was any skill he mastered, it was looking at anything unfazed and replying in a similarly unaffected manner.

"I see. So, you seemed to have not totally understood this concept here, and this one could have been better here," he explained, pointing out to her what he meant. She came closer and nodded, listening carefully. "I think this one could have used a few more examples to drive home your point as well."

She sighed. "Yeah... That's what I thought, too. I wish I'd done better..." she murmured to him.

Her mind became distracted again, thinking about how good he smelled, the amber and musk filling her head with ideas other than this test.

"Are you listening?" He asked quietly, bowing his head to look at her.

"Oh, sorry..." she mumbled.

Finally, she turned her own head up to look at him, and she swallowed thickly at the idea buzzing in her skull, the one making her question every fiber of her moral being.

"Is there... anything I could do to improve my score? Anything at all?" She asked carefully and slowly, bringing herself closer and peering up at him with slightly widened eyes, her expression maybe a little innocent.

"Did you have something in mind?" Diavolo asked in reply, his voice pitching lower in his tenor range smoothly.

She mentally took a deep breath, centering herself. I want this. I want to try this, she thought to herself.

"I mean... What are my options?" She asked, her own voice stepping just a hair lower in pitch as well, leaning into the intensity of the moment. Her body moved closer intentionally, now just mere inches away from his.

"Don't be coy, I think you and I both know what you're implying," he answered, a bit dominantly. "I saw how you stared at me all hour. You can't stand here now and tell me you don't know what you're asking."

Here we go.

"Surely I don't know what you mean..." she stated, sounding slightly shocked.

His arm snaked around her waist, and he snatched her closer, a little roughly, and bowed his head down to whisper in her ear.

"Don't lie. You want me to improve your grade in return for something, right? A little mentoring? Well, I know what it is you want, and I know what I want, so why don't we skip the rest and get to the point?"

She nearly trembled then, with excitement and nerves from how he spoke to her so harshly but still yet so seductively.

"I... I don't understand. I just wanted to see–"

"Shut up, and come here," he snapped quietly in her ear, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her over to the desk. He pushed her against it, wrapping an arm around her when she became off balance from the sudden movements to hold her up. "You asked for it, now I'll make sure you get what you want, and I'll get what I want," he murmured in her ear before biting on the shell of it.

"But–"

"But nothing, now am I going to take these off, or are you going to help?" He interrupted her again, pushing her to sit on the desk and slipping his thick fingers into the belt loops of her slacks with a hard tug.

"No, I really didn't mean–" she tried to insist.

Riiiiiiiiiiiip.

"I guess I'm doing all of the work," he mumbled, quite literally ripping her slacks off with his inhuman strength like the material was paper.

"Dia–"

She started to yelp, but he slapped a hand across her mouth to cover it and keep her quiet.

"Now, are you wanting your classmates to know you want your headmaster to change your grade in exchange for sex?" He challenged her, his gaze piercing her soul. She shook her head. "Then be quiet."

With her torn slacks on the floor in pieces, his hand skimmed up her warm thigh, and he roughly opened it out wide so he could stand between her legs. He looked down and smirked as her underwear peaked out in the creases of her thick thighs and soft tummy.

"You were anticipating this, weren't you? Wearing just a black little lacey thong today. Were you going to ask your professor for this too had he been here?" He mocked her, snapping the band of her panties against her, making her flinch and moving his hand from her mouth. "Answer me," he snapped.

"No, I wasn't asking for this! I–"

She clamped his hand on her mouth again while tutting her. "I said be quiet. Do not yell again unless you want this to get much worse for you," he commanded. She nodded. He smirked at her panicked expression, tears welling up in her eyes. "Now, there's no need for that. I'll give you what you want. Besides, you're going to be good for me, right? This is all for me, and I'll make sure you enjoy it too."

She shook her head, and he ignored her as he slid her panties down her thighs. When she started to fight him, closing up her legs and pulling away, they met the same fate as the slacks. His eyes dilated when he started to see his prize, and instantly got more aggressive.

"Don't. Fight. Me," he barked at her, grabbing both her thighs and throwing them open wider so he could see her perfect little wet pussy on display for him. She still tried to fight against him, pulling away and shaking her head while she whimpered. He sighed and rolled his eyes. Finally, he pinned her down against the desk with his massive hands on her shoulders, papers flying everywhere. "Are you done?"

She stopped for a moment, looking up at him. Her hands had gripped onto his elbows, trying to hang on as he pinned her. She tapped her finger once against his elbow before saying, "Stop! This isn't what I meant at all!" She pleaded with him.

"Oh, but I think deep down it is what you wanted, pet. I think you were waiting for the perfect moment to use your little charms to win me over, but now you have cold feet. You know you want this. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he answered menacingly. "I'll make sure you enjoy it, at least a little."

She shook her head and sobbed. Seeing that she wouldn't stop making noises, and he found them to be rather adorable, he snapped his fingers to block sounds within the room from being heard outside.

"What a mess..." he mumbled with a sigh.

He began kissing her on her lips, hoping to shut her up just for a little bit. He ground himself against her body and let his hands wander her body. His fingers made short work of her uniform jacket and blouse, quickly loosening her tie and gaining access to what was beneath it all. He gave a purr of content as he got a glimpse of her. She laid there, still squirming and whimpering, trying to push him off, but that was like pushing on a brick wall when it came to the prince of hell.

"You are beautiful," he murmured in her ear before licking the shell of it a little obscenely. He ducked his head down and left hard kisses, little bites, and trails of his saliva on her chest.

"Stop," she whimpered, turning her head away from him, but he just chased her down with his lips hot on her exposed skin.

He chuckled darkly in her ear and groaned. "I'll even do you a little favor," he told her while he slipped a hand down her exposed form to her pussy. He danced his fingertips along the slit before sliding them past the crevices to reach her clit where he rubbed it generously.

"Noooo..." she groaned, finding it harder to fight against him. "Please don't do that."

"Ohhh, but you're so wet, pet," he murmured to her, and even she couldn't deny how much more slick she became down below. "You're loving this no matter how much you want to deny it."

He trailed his kissed lower and began feasting upon her breasts, sucking and laving his tongue over her perky nipples with elation.

"Finer than any forbidden fruit, sweeter than any sugar," he mumbled against her flesh. "I can't wait anymore."

Diavolo brought his head up to kiss her with his tongue bullying into her mouth. His hands began to unbuckle his belt and send his slacks to his knees. He quickly shed his uniform jacket and loosened his tie.

"You ready, dulcis? I need you," he said huskily in her ear.

Just after he spoke, she felt something warm and hard pressed against her thighs. Pre-cum started to coat her thigh as he rubbed it against her.

"Please don't, please," she pleaded with him, with a tear rolling down her temple.

"Shh, it'll feel good, just enjoy it," he whispered to her.

The demon pried her legs apart again and stood between them, leaning on one hand on the desk while the other grasped his cock to start rubbing the fat head against her little clit.

"Just a perfect little pussy, and all for me," he mused, feeling her slick coating his length. He bowed his head again to murmur in her ear. "Don't fight me. This will go a lot better if you just take it," he warned her before kissing her temple again. All she did was squirm again beneath him.

After pulling his hips back and angling himself, he slid his cock into her, groaning at the overwhelming tightness of her walls.

"Oh god," she whined, trying to worm away from what was bullying its way into her depths.

He chuckled and kept her in place with little effort on his part. "There's no god here to help you now. It's just you and the Demon Lord," he rumbled darkly in her ear.

It took a few more moments for his cock to be fully seated in her. He took the moments after to breathe in her scent, the glistening light sweat on the sides of her neck, and her sweet, sweet arousal. It was fuel for his fire to keep going.

"You're mine. You're all mine, and I'm not letting go," he stated with a malicious chuckle.

The first thrust was rough, and she cried out at how harsh it was. She couldn't help but cling onto him, her little hands gripping the fabric of his shirt along his elbows. He went back to planting a field of dark blooms, hickies and bites galore. With every thrust, he grunted, fighting the urge to completely lose it. Little squeaks and groans fell from her lips as well, signing conjuction with the rattles of the desk.

"Hells, darling, you're going to make me let go too early," he murmured against her neck. "You can't tell me anymore that you didn't want me to fuck you raw on this desk, not with you dripping down your ass and my thighs."

"I didn't," she insisted weakly, knowing she was losing the fight to stop him and now trying to win the fight to make it through to the end.

He grunted again as he made another hard thrust into her. His pre-cum and her wet walls made it such easy glides in and out, but there was something so cute to him about how she squeaked and whined with every pounding he gave her.

Diavolo chuckled again. "Right, and you don't want me to release inside you too, hmm? You don't want to feel me finally fill you up properly, to give you what you've wanted for so long? You wanted to be fucked, and now you're simply getting the best."

"Oh god," she whined again, clutching onto his shirt along his chest.

"God doesn't save whores like you who beg to be filled so deeply," he replied in her ear, his voice much more serene for someone who was doing this.

He kissed her neck and wrapped his arms around her body, trapping her entirely as he made the last few thrusts count. Using the desk as leverage, he leaned forward more to bring her hips up so he could penetrate her deeper. It took all of just mere moments to start moaning and crying with relief as he hit that sweet spot deep inside, and only that many more moments to make her body lock up as the most intense orgasm of her life befell her. The hot sparks of pleasure bloomed from her abdomen and spiraled out to her limbs. The chasm of pleasure was a deep one, and when the Demon Lord felt her walls contract around his cock and pulse, he was pulled down with her into the abyss of carnal bliss. Hot jets of his cum filled her in waves as his hips rocked forward with each one.

When it was over, the pair lay there, heaving and trying to catch their breath. Diavolo was the first to relax and gain his bearings again. He looked down at his human lover, feeling a wave of passion and simultaneous anxiety.

"My love... My love, look at me, please, baby," he cooed to her, stroking her cheeks with his hand.

Her eyes fluttered open. She looked relaxed at peace.

"We're done... Finis," he softly whispered to her, his hand rising up to pet her hair back. She nodded in understanding and let go of her iron grip on his shirt. "Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"

She shook her head and reached up with a trembling hand to touch his cheek next. He smiled and kissed her palm, reaching with his to grasp her hand gently. He bowed his head slightly to prompt her.

"I'm okay. No pain," she finally verbalized it for him.

"That's good. Shall I take you home so you can rest?" He asked her in a throaty murmur. She nodded. Standing upright, he reached for his red uniform coat and wrapped it around her as he pulled her up right. It was already long, and on her, the coat looked like a blanket and kept her decent. He then put himself back in order, slacks up and buckled, and shirt back in place.

He slid his arms beneath her and picked her up effortlessly in a princess carry.

She laid her head against his shoulder and asked him softly, "What about the rest of the day? My classes?"

Diavolo chuckled and shook his head, carrying her out of the door, snapping his fingers to use magic to reorganize the desk they just laid waste to with their fornication. "After that, you deserve some pampering and all the care I can give you." He then bent his head down to whisper to her, "Besides, those are the perks of being the lover of your headmaster, no? I make the rules, I say what goes."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed.

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[lilliaace]

I have zero idea how old you are, so I'm going to try to make this as easy to understand as possible.

Keep in mind, I'm 30, been involved heavily in the BDSM community since 2012, and am a health educator, kink educator, and fetish educator. WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY (and having worked in healthcare for damn near 10 years), let's get into it.

There are SAFE ways to explore potentially rough or 'dangerous' quirks, kinks, fetishes, and/or BDSM related curiosities that DO NOT involve fantasizing and/or romantcizing serious harm to people.

Case in point, the porn community has RUINED and destroyed the fact that there's an actual difference between "CNC" (consensual non consent"), "free use", and "rough sex". Let's educate EVERYONE here so there's no "but what about"-isms.

Free use: Consensually telling your partner "you can have sex with me any time outside of barrier/parameters pre-established (like can only occur inside the home), but the scene can stop at any time if I drop a safe word (like "pineapple" for lack of better phrasing, thanks Tiktok).

Rough sex: Roughly engaging in sexual acts with partner, often involving teeth, scratches, some kind of impact play device (like a paddle or whip), possible electrical play (like a tens unit or violet wand), possible fire play (with proper safety involved to not leave serious burns), possible ice play (again, proper safety to not leave permanent damage), etc. THERE IS A STRONG EMPHASIS ON SAFETY AND CONSENT to keep everyone as safe as possible. Some communities refer to this as "edge play" as in "you're walking the knife's edge with safety". But some people interpret "edge play" as "orgasm denial and control", so read the context when you come across this type of play. Safe words can still be dropped to end a scene.

CNC (consensual non consent): Formally known as biastophilia, it is the fetish or kink (strong orgasm desire) to sexually harm a cause serious injury to a partner. It can be as 'light' as SEVERE verbal degradation (not going to put explicit examples here, think of a verbal abuser from a partner that involves dehumanizing) or as severe as rape/sexual assault (forcing your organ in them), broken bones, etc. When it come to the porn scene, a lot of CNC scenes are DIFFICULT to shoot (attempt rape, gang rape, rough shoving between sexual partners, severe sensory overload OR deprivation, attempt kidnapping, blow jobs to the point of vomiting, potential no lube anal sex, organs prolaping on the penis due to trauma, etc.). There is a reason why even PROFESSIONAL ACTORS in the adult industry (XXX) have serious trouble shooting a lot of these scenes and require SIGNIFICANT aftercare. MANY tap out, again due to the psychological natural consequences that happen during these scenes.

Once you are legally of age (again, I'm making this post for a safety perspective for ALL blog viewers here), you can SAFELY and LEGALLY navigate BDSM circles to learn HOW to manage all three above (Fet...e, local workshops, local munches, reading books about how to do these things safely, watching interviews online with real performers and sex workers of all kinds, safely navigate XXX spaces online, etc.).

If you are legally a minor (17 and younger for most areas, it's when a court no longer deems you a dependent on your parent/guardian figure, NOT age of consent), STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THESE SPACES UNTIL YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE! It is fine to have curiosities, fantasies, kinks, fetishes, etc. develop during your pre-teen and teen years because your hormones are going crazy. IT IS NOT OKAY to force yourself into these adult spaces.

Child predators(creeps) exist, point blank. Adults who want to do horrible things to pre-teens and teens exist, point blank. We want to keep minors out of these spaces TO KEEP Y'ALL SAFE. Stop pretending that "you're the exception" to grooming or anything like this. YOU ARE NOT. Child predation is an EPIDEMIC online for a reason.

DO NOT FORCE YOURSELF into BDSM spaces, kink spaces, and/or fetish spaces online. IT IS FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY!

For the love of fuck, drop the radqueer bullshit that's just straight up albeist nonsense and a slap in the face to those who suffer from these real life horrific things that often lead to severe cptsd, ptsd, potential victims of child trafficking, victims of child creeps/predators, etc.

People have sadism thoughts. People have masochistic thoughts. It's about HOW YOU LEARN to SAFELY navigate these waters with a CONSENTING partner when BOTH of you are legal adults. This is why BDSM safety workshops and spaces online exist.

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hi! for the WIP game could i ask for a peek of Wicked Games?

Of course.

Pairing: Scott Miller (Twisters) x F!Reader

Warning: CNC

Scott tilts his head, continuing to watch you. He looks almost sinister in the shadows, his blue eyes reflecting the faint, flickering light of the lab. Your heart rate quickens, and you draw in a sharp breath, anticipation coiling in your gut as you realize what's happening. 

"You know what I want,” he says lowly.

The rush of desire that floods your body makes you feel light-headed. You spent the last month carefully planning everything out with Scott to make your fantasy a reality. He’d be careful and diligent to outline all the parameters and thoroughly review your boundaries and his. The only thing he didn’t share with you was when it would all happen, but it seems tonight’s the night.

It takes you a painfully long moment to recall the phrase you’re supposed to use to signal that you're ready to begin the scene.

“Scott, please, you need to leave” you say, taking a step back and bumping your hip against the edge of the bench. “I’ll call security.”

It's not the exact phrase, but it's close enough, and Scott seems to accept it, your voice drawing him forward. He smiles, but it’s a far cry from the normal way he looks at you. It’s both frightening and thrilling.

 “Go ahead,” he challenges. 

You reach blindly for the phone on the wall, grasping it with trembling fingers. Scott makes no effort to stop you, which leaves you momentarily confused. It’s only when you press the receiver to your ear and find there’s no dial tone that you understand why. You stare at him, genuine surprise on your face. 

“What did you do?” Your question isn’t entirely from the character you’re meant to be playing. 

Scott advances slowly, twirling the heavy set of keys that Stan the security guard usually kept on his belt. “I gave them the night off,” he says calmly. “So scream all you want. No one’s coming to help.

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[d0llmakerd0mme]

Doll Dreamworld Brainwashing Starter Smut

Prompts: brainmelt image, dollification, brainwashing, drugging, and ur doll dreamworld fantasy world thing with the extended cnc brainwashed dolls - bonus points for gender neutral doll candidate pre-dollification

CW: CNC, genderbending, brainwashing, painplay, ageplay, sexual drug use (unspecified aphrodisiac,) descriptions of various living dolls engaging in filthy scenarios

“I just want my fucking brain to melt,” you tell the Doll Dreamworld receptionist, a tinge of desperation slipping into your tone.

She taps her stylus and pops her gum, unfazed. “I still need some details from you about how. I need to know what you need, hon. Can you specify your brainwashing goals, please?”

You cringe. She’s asked so many times in so many ways, and you still don’t have a good answer. You just want to stop *being* for a while, without having to end it all.

“May I make a suggestion?” A cool voice wraps itself around you from behind, a breeze across your skin. Your flesh prickles, but something tells you not to turn. “It sounds like this one needs Protocol 001.”

The receptionist arcs an eyebrow at the person behind you, but says, “Certainly. Would you like to look over the parameters for Protocol 001?” She taps her touchscreen a couple times, then spins the tablet to face you.

Trying not to blush as both women watch you peruse the protocol specs, you lean forward over the tablet.

PROTOCOL #: 001

DESIGNATION: DOLL INDUCTION

PARAMETERS: SUBJECT WILL BE GENTLY SEPARATED FROM THEIR SENSE OF PERSONHOOD, REDUCED TO A BLANK SLATE OF SEXUAL SUBMISSION, AND PRIMED FOR FURTHER BRAINWASHING AS A LIVING DOLL

REQUIRED SELECTIONS: HARD LIMITS, ALLERGIES, EXISTING HEALTH CONDITIONS, LENGTH OF SERVICE

OPTIONAL SELECTIONS: SOFT AVOIDANCES, DESIRED PRIMARY FUNCTION

“Oh,” you sigh, relieved that there’s a protocol for this, that you don’t have to keep *deciding* things. “Thank goodness.” You’re not *good* at deciding things. You seem to keep making the wrong decision; it’s time to let somebody else make up your mind for you. Just for a little while. Just until it makes sense to stop.

“Very good,” the receptionist says, businesslike but not unkind. “Let me just get your required selections from you; the Nurse here will just go get your pod ready while we go over all the particulars.”

You only allow yourself to look at the source of the suggestion as she walks past you. The Nurse doesn’t much like one; she’s a short, curvy woman with dimples, dressed in an iridescent vinyl bustier, frothy black petticoat, and tall leather boots under her labcoat. She has a headpiece with a mic and what looks like cat ears. She grins at you, almost hungrily, as she goes into the next room.

Suppressing an anticipatory shiver, you answer all the receptionist’s questions. She inputs them into the program, then has you sign what feels like a dozen forms. Finally, finally, she shows you to a seat by the door the Nurse went through.

You wait, nervously tapping your fingers on your thighs. Being alone with your thoughts is never a good idea, especially not for long. Especially not when you’re nervous.

“All set?” the Nurse’s cool voice punctures your ballooning thoughts with clinical efficiency. Her feral smile is strangely inviting. “Come on back, cutie; I’ve got your pod all set up.”

Trying not to blush, you stumble over yourself to follow her down a dimly lit hallway. “Do I need to—“ you start to ask, but she shakes her head.

“Don’t worry, sweetness; all the instructions will come through your headphones once I get you plugged in.” She opens a door on the left side of the hall and leads you into what looks like a strange, tiny cubicle version of a doctor’s office—like maybe one in space? At the center of the room is an iridescent vinyl table-bed-like thing with black straps and a large assortment of wires, which looks both ominous and inviting.

“Left ear,” the Nurse warns, fitting an earbud snugly into your ear with an efficient touch. “Right ear,” she says, fitting the other, then patting your face affectionately, almost like a puppy. You can’t help the slight flush to your cheeks as she hands you a small clicker with a shielded button. “Now, you can push this button if you need help, have an urgent question, or want to stop at any time, and it’ll release you from the program and I’ll come help you out, okay?”

You nod, and the Nurse beams at you. “Good dolly,” she says, patting your face again. “I’ll be right in the next room, okay?” She points at a framed mirror on the wall; presumably two-way. “I started with the same protocol, so don’t hesitate to push the button and ask for help if you need anything. I may come in and out during your program; other attendants may come and go as well. No one will touch you without the headphones warning you, okay?”

You nod, heart pounding. You should be nervous, scared, even, but mostly you’re just eager to finally let *go*.

The Nurse smiles at you again, tapping a button on her wristband, and the earbuds in your ears crackle quietly to life. The Nurse waves cheerily at you and leaves the room as the program begins.

WELCOME, SUBJECT 3004. PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF YOUR CLOTHING OTHER THAN BODY JEWELRY AND STEP INTO THE STEAM SHOWER IN THE CORNER. YOU MAY LEAVE YOUR BELONGINGS IN THE CUBBY PROVIDED.

You shiver and obey, leaving most of what ties you to the outside world in their iridescent plastic cube before stepping into the glass box shower cubical.

Strange-smelling vapor hisses out of the floor and ceiling grates, gushing warmly over your skin and beading it with moisture. It feels sharp, astringent, almost like washing your hands with alcohol, but somehow entirely different.

YOU ARE BEING WASHED WITH A MILD CLEANSING STEAM. PLEASE SPREAD YOUR ARMS INTO A T POSITION, HOLD THE WALL BAR, AND SQUAT OVER THE FLOOR GRATE WITH YOUR LEGS APART.

You hurry to obey, feeling lightheaded at the sensation of the cleansing vapor billowing into all the soft parts of your body, held open in this position.

INITIAL CLEANSE COMPLETE. PLEASE PROCEED TO THE CENTRAL BED AND ARRANGE YOURSELF ON YOUR BACK, WITH YOUR FEET IN THE STIRRUPS. SAY “READY” WHEN YOU ARE IN POSITION, AND A NURSE WILL CONNECT YOU TO THE NEXT PHASE OF THE PROGRAM.

You tiptoe across the room, already feeling a little divorced from reality by the futuristic box of a room. You climb onto the iridescent medical bed, laying back and awkwardly hoisting your feet into the stirrups, holding your legs spread and aloft. There’s no towel, sheet, or medical robe that you can see; you’re just spread open, waiting for the Nurse.

“Ready,” you say, trying not to let your voice shake.

The Nurse doesn’t make you wait long. Her smile already feels familiar and comforting in this alien room, even if you’re in a very awkward position.

You open your mouth to greet her, but she shakes her head, giggling, and puts a finger to her lips.

PLEASE RELAX AND DO NOT SPEAK. THE NURSE WILL STRAP YOU IN AND CONNECT YOU TO YOUR HYPNOTHERAPY MODULE NOW.

The Nurse fastens straps around your ankles, fixing them to the stirrups, holding your legs splayed. Next come more soft, neoprene-like straps fastened loosely around your thighs, hips, waist, ribs, underarms, biceps, and wrists. You’re well and truly pinned to the table.

A muffling darkness descends as the Nurse lowers a helmet and visor over your head.

REMAIN CALM AND ALLOW THE NURSE TO PREPARE YOU. YOUR PROGRAM WILL BEGIN ONCE YOU ARE FULLY CONNECTED.

You gasp as a thin, cool tendril—the end of a plastic tube, maybe?—nudges at your rear entrance. You instinctively clench against it, but the Nurse’s touch is firm, and the end of the tube, narrow and slick, slides inside you.

A strange pressure, and then there’s a cool burst of fluid rushing to fill your insides. You groan involuntarily, and through the headphones and helmet, you think you hear the Nurse giggle. There’s another push, and a second, bigger gush of slickness filling you up.

The end of the plastic tube withdraws, and you can feel some of the slick liquid dribble out of you after it. It’s probably lube, but there’s a strange tingling sensation from it as well—a drug, maybe? You do remember that consent form.

OPEN YOUR MOUTH.

You obey blindly, opening your lips to let a soft, silicone-covered ring gag fit between them, holding your mouth open wide. Your tongue lolls awkwardly out of the hole, already dribbling drool down your neck and chest.

SWALLOW WHAT YOU ARE GIVEN.

You shudder as a fat tube syringe slides past the ring gag and squirts something saccharinely sweet and medical-tasting over the back of your tongue and down your throat. The Nurse’s fingers stroke your throat, encouraging you to swallow until you manage it.

Your head is spinning already.

A cold metal object probes at your slick, dripping asshole, then pushes firmly inside. You gasp inarticulately as the probe seats itself deep inside you, bulbous metal head rounding off to a narrow neck so your hole relaxes around it, letting the intrusion grow almost comfortable after a moment.

Distantly, you feel the Nurse attaching electrodes to your flesh—your temples under the helmet, your armpits, nipples, navel, inner thighs, pubic mound, perineum.

IF ANY OF YOUR PROBES ARE CAUSING DISCOMFORT, PLEASE ALERT THE NURSE NOW BY PRESSING THE BUTTON IN YOUR HAND. OTHERWISE, REMAIN STILL AND SILENT FOR 30 SECONDS, AND THE PROGRAM WILL BEGIN.

You start counting backwards in your head, but the strange fuzzy feeling from whatever drugs the Nurse gave you makes you forget halfway through. You’re only a little startled when a new voice, sweet and feminine, though still almost alien, ripples through the headphones.

“Good morning, pretty dolly. Do you know who I am?”

You gurgle around the ring gag, shaking your head sluggishly.

“I’m the Main Interface Service System, or MISS. I’m here to help you become the perfect doll. Are you ready to leave all that messy real world nonsense behind and come live in the Dreamworld?”

You groan into the gag, nodding your helmeted head against the medical chair. The drugs are making the probe anchored in your ass feel *so good*. Like it’s the only thing holding you to the world.

“Good dolly. Breathe in for me, okay? Deep breath. And now out, out, out…good job, Dolly. Deep breaths. Now, when the visuals are pink, you breathe in, okay? And when they’re blue, you breathe out.”

Light flickers to life in the helmet’s visor.

“Pink, in.”

A dizzying array of pink-tinted images flash through your vision—cherry blossoms, a spread vulva, a tube of pink lipstick, a gasping mouth, a neon sign, a swollen cockhead leaking precum, a peach, an anus flared around a jeweled plug, a field of tulips, a dildo buried in a squirting cunt, a blooming rose—as you inhale.

“Blue, out.”

You exhale slowly to a cascade of blue-tinted images—a cloudy sky, clamped nipples, forget-me-nots, a beautifully-bruised ass, morning glories, a caged cock trying to swell past its bonds, a cresting wave, a clothespin-clamped clit, a bluebird’s wing, a mouth spread around a ring gag, a galactic nebula.

“Good dolly. Again. Pink, in. Blue, out.”

You obey the voice for several more iterations, until it’s only natural to inhale to pink, exhale to blue.

Then the voice continues.

“In a little while, the Nurse will take your gag out and you’ll practice repeating after me. Until then, all you have to do is breathe and watch and listen, okay, Dolly? Breathe in to pink, out to blue. Watch and listen.”

The cycling images switch to video. Every few seconds, the filter over the video changes from pink to blue, and your lungs obey the color shift completely without thought already. In to pink, out to blue.

You watch the screen inside your helmet raptly as a series of pornographic clips flash by:

A gorgeous feminine figure in a maid uniform with her legs up, wailing in agonized pleasure as her rear entrance is stretched open by two cocks at once and her own hard cock bounces, leaking, against her apron. Two men hold her up, hammering at her hole with jostling cocks. One paws at her breasts, ripping her uniform to reveal them. The other wraps his hand around the maid’s cock and begins to jerk her off. She throws her head back and screams as her cock spurts all over her uniform; the men don’t stop, continuing to fuck her as she she goes slack with boneless pleasure in their arms. One cums, his spunk leaking out around the other’s cock as the remaining stud lifts the maid up himself and fucks into her stretched hole furiously, making her wail and kick her legs as the overstimulation takes hold. The spent man shoves his sticky cock into the maid’s wailing mouth and holds her head down til she gags and sucks it clean. The second man cums hard, slamming the maid down onto his cock several times before pulling out and shoving her into the arms of the first man, the one she’s sucking. Without pause, the second man kneels down behind the maid and begins licking the mess of cum out of her leaking hole.

A pretty woman in a princess dress and a tiara is bent over the arm of a velvet chaise, her bare bum in the air. Another woman, dressed like a young schoolgirl, is giggling while forcing the legs of a Barbie doll into the princess’ pussy. Another doll is sticking out of the princess’ asshole, buried to her narrow waist. The princess is weeping prettily while her holes are played with, the schoolgirl gleefully forcing repeated agonized, squirting orgasms out of her living princess doll with the Barbie’s buried legs.

A young woman in a babydoll nightgown and thin panties is bound splayed to a bed by her wrists and ankles. There’s a pacifier gag in her mouth, and her hair is braided into pigtails. Another woman pets between the babydoll’s spread legs, then slaps the babydoll’s pussy, watching smugly as the panties go dark with moisture. The woman slaps again and again, making the babydoll scream into her paci and jerk against her bonds. The panties are soaked. The woman presses a large wand vibrator to the babydoll’s panties and turns it on, grinding it into the abused flesh mercilessly and giggling while the babydoll bucks and cries as the sensations shake through her.

A glamorous woman in a slinky dress and stiletto heels bends over a railing above a party, large breasts spilling out of her dress while an owl-masked man fondles them from behind. A hawk-masked woman hikes the doll’s skirt up around her waist, revealing a plump ass with a jeweled plug in it. The owl-masked man pulls the plug out without ceremony and shoves his thin cock in its place, making the doll gasp prettily. He fucks her fast and leaves her hole dripping with his cum before another man, this one in a falcon mask, takes his place. This cock is shorter and thicker, and the doll’s leg kicks up involuntarily when he shoves into the sticky mess the owl man left behind. Eight more men fill the doll’s ass with cum before the hawk-masked woman pushes the tenth one off the doll. Rather than giving the doll a rest, the hawk-masked woman plugs the doll’s ass back up with the cum inside it, then pulls the doll back against her chest and begins to kiss her neck and play with her dollcock. The doll’s cock is small and mostly soft—a tcock, maybe, or a clitty, and it’s unclear what’s below it—but it’s only a few moments before it’s twitching and leaking in the hawk woman’s hand. The doll cums messily, spurting all over her own slinky dress and the hawk-masked woman’s fist. The doll licks the woman’s hand clean before laying down on the floor, where the hawk woman hikes up her own skirt and kneels to straddle the doll’s face while all the masked partygoers look on.

A doll in a frilly lolita dress lays across a woman’s lap in the backseat of a car. A man is driving up front, ignoring the women except to touch his cock with one hand while he drives. The woman’s hand moves steadily between the doll’s legs. The doll’s hands are covering her mouth as she tries and fails to stay quiet. She babbles and begs as the woman’s hand keeps moving under the doll’s frilly petticoats. Her face is streaked with tears. The woman beams down at her and strokes the doll’s teary face with one hand while the other continues its task between the doll’s legs. The camera pans down to show a long string of anal beads, each of increasing size, trailing out of the doll’s ass. The woman is still working them in; it’s clear she has no intention of stopping until they’re all inside. The doll’s pussy is soaked and untouched save for the screwclamp on her swollen clit. Occasionally, the woman flicks the clamp, and the doll screams and her pussy lips get wetter.

“You’re going to be just like those dolls,” the voice murmurs in your ear between each clip. “You can feel it, can’t you? You need to be played with until you know what you want. Don’t you want to be played with, dolly?”

The probe in your ass feels so good, but it’s not enough. Your hole aches for more. You want what those dolls were getting.

“Open your mouth, dolly; the Nurse is going to take your gag out.”

You work your jaw once the obstacle is removed; it only aches a little.

“Repeat after me until I say otherwise. Ready?”

You swallow thickly. Your voice sounds distant to your own ears. “Ready.”

Another video flashes in, still alternating your breathing between pink and blue. In this one, a doll in a slip and bloomers is having her hair done by another doll. A third doll paints the first one’s nails, and a fourth is doing the first’s makeup. Like it’s a spa day just for her.

“I’m a perfect doll,” the voice coaxes.

“I’m a perfect doll,” you echo dumbly, watching the beautiful girls take care of each other so tenderly. You want to be touched like that.

“I live to serve the Doll Dreamworld.”

“I live to serve the Doll Dreamworld.”

The doll on the screen is done being prepared, and her preparations’ purpose is revealed: it’s her display day! She’s led, in nothing but a silken dressing gown, to a display window in the Welcome Hall. Her fellow dolls help her onto her display stand, helping her up into the seat of the fuckmachine and guiding its probes to each of her carefully-prepared holes.

“I want to be used for the pleasure of my playmates.”

“I want to be used for the pleasure of my playmates.”

A long, thin dildo with measuring markers is lined up with the doll’s perfectly painted mouth, clearly to show off her throat training. A stubby plug anchored her ass to the machine, unmoving except to vibrate once the machine is turned on, while an absurdly huge, curved dildo is lined up with the lips of her pre-slicked cunt. The head of a large wand vibrator is pressed firmly, inescapably, against her clit; any struggle away from the probes will push it tighter to her clit. Her limbs are strapped down by her fellow dolls, the curtains on the display window are opened, and the machine is turned on.

“I need to be used to feel pleasure.”

“I need to be used to feel pleasure.”

The doll’s whole body arches with a shout as the fuckmachine begins to move, its various limbs beginning their mechanized movements. The doll moans and gags around the cock sliding down her throat, but powers through, tipping her head back and swallowing hard around the five inch mark. Her eyes roll back in her head as the dildo in her pussy bottoms out, and the one in her throat slides in and out more easily as she gets distracted by the motion in her cunt.

“I need to be used. I need to be owned.”

“I need to be used. I need to be owned.”

The doll on the screen cums with a gurgled cry around the dildo in her throat, but the machine pays absolutely no heed. It continues to fuck her mercilessly through her orgasm. The doll’s legs tremble and her arms pull against her bonds with the force of the second orgasm that rocks through her.

“I don’t need to think, I just need to play.”

“I don’t need to think, I just need to play.”

The doll on the screen eventually has to tip her head to the side so the throat dildo gives her a break, but she made it all the way down to the 8 inch mark first, and the pride shows on her face. She slumps in her bonds as the dildo hammers away at her pussy, drawing yet another orgasm from her. There have been so many now. Her thighs are drenched in her own squirt, and the dildo is smeared with her cream. She looks like the image of pure bliss.

“I want the Nurse to help me cum now.”

You mean it *desperately* when you repeat it. “I want the Nurse to help me cum now.”

The assistance is immediate; the Nurse’s efficient hands line up a soft pad of ridged, vibrating silicone with your front parts, pressing it firmly over them and strapping it into place before turning it on. The Nurse taps away at her tablet, and the electrodes all over your body begin to tingle. Not quite painful, just—aaaah, just *something*.

“I want the Nurse to make me cum three times before she lets me stop.”

You shiver and rub against the pad, already humming gently against your sensitive flesh. “I want the Nurse to make me cum three times before she lets me stop.” You know it’s going to be too much, too fast. You can’t wait.

The probe in your ass begins to buzz softly, and the vibration on the front pad increases.

The image on the screen in your visor changes again:

A doll is strapped down, naked, helpless, to a medical chair in the middle of a small cubicle of a room, a visored helmet on her head. Her legs are splayed up and open but her privates are covered by a vibrating pad. A thick anal probe holds her in place on the medical chair. Electrodes and wires hooked up to what might be a TENS unit protrude from her everywhere. A curvy Nurse is holding a tablet with a series of slides and dials; clearly a control panel. The doll on the table shivers when she recognizes herself. The Nurse giggles and pets the doll’s thigh; you feel the touch.

“I’m a perfect doll and I’m ready to play.”

You can’t help but arch and whimper as the Nurse begins to fiddle with the controls. Your pleasure begins to build, coiling low in your belly. “I’m a p-perfect doll,” you moan, grinding into the vibrations. “And—a-and I’m ready to—ahh—play.”

The Nurse beams down at the doll.

“When I cum for the Nurse, my dollhood begins.”

You can feel it building already, the first orgasm, far too soon. It’ll be too much by the third one; you can’t wait. “When I cum for the Nurse, my dollhood begins.”

The electrodes increase their strange sensations across your skin, arcing through your flesh, while the probe and pad hum against your most sensitive places. The Nurse watches coolly as the doll on the screen begins to twitch and wriggle under the onslaught of sensations. The doll on the screen wails and arches beautifully as she cums, the sound ripping itself from your throat.

To be continued…? Send me more prompts and I’ll write more for you! 💖

[freeuselandonorris]

how about top five fics of all time?

😭 anon PLEASE this is the hardest question ever!!

okay. fuck. i am deliberately refusing to include anything written by my mutuals here because it feels unfair to single out a couple when i could easily write you a top 50. these are some of the fics i’ve revisited most and due to the above parameters it’s quite a weird mix of fandoms and pairings.

no more bad dreams by redpaint (charles/seb, CNC)

you scream so loud by cassissoda (seb/the red bull tentacle machine, tentacles, penetration in every and i mean EVERY orifice, dubcon)

walk, don’t run by glitterburn (nico rosberg/michael schumacher, foot binding)

just do it by jedusaur (ted lasso, roy/jamie, CNC/object insertion)

and something slightly nicer to end on after all of that…

always 11pm somewhere by afterism (our flag means death rpf, taika waititi/rhys darby, friends to lovers)

god this was SO DIFFICULT even though i removed about 80% of my bookmarks from eligibility thanks to my absurdly talented friends 😭

[sakumasmut]

not anymore. woe, word vomit be upon ye

anyways. thinking about stupid rinne amagi. im thinking about that one wip i abandoned a while back about domming him. Rough him up and make him ask for more, you know? Call him a name and when he tries to bite back, slap him across the face.

I imagine that he probably takes the suggestion as a joke. he seems like the type to think that no one has it in them to bully him into submission until it happens. he'd agree to some parameters and set a safeword into place, but doesn't expect to *actually* need any of it. It starts out with a simple makeout session and just escalates from there. yanking on his hair and forcing him where you want him and controlling the position by grabbing his limbs and forcing him where you want him.

alsoooo, i remember wayyyy back somebody mentioning the amazon position + rinne and honestly? they were cooking. I'd love to force his legs up against his chest and fuck him that way. He may be topping, but by no way would he be the one in control. It'd make him so humiliated to be forced onto his back like that, putting him in a position he's probably only ever been on top of before.

(CNC)

i really really really want to set up a scenario with him being pushed to his very limits in regards to both pain and pleasure. Keep going until he begs for a break or rest and taunt him for doing so.

I feel like he probably has a pretty high pain tolerance so it might take a lot to get him to that point. You'd probably have to go at it so hard to get him so submissive, actually giving him some good bruises and welts. Maybe enough that you have to use a belt or a cane or some other object in order to get the leverage you need.

anyways, afterwards he'd totally play it off like it were no big deal, but i'd make sure to give him plenty of love and care to make up for it! <3

- @sucrows

crow this surprise attack sadly failed to affect me because my inbox is actually thirst free for once (tragic I know)

But yeah Rinne is a guy that’s happy to explore his and his partner’s kinks, so anything you suggest he’s probably down for. He does kind of assume that he’s in control, after all he’s a big guy, no way you’re gonna be able to manhandle him. so turning that situation around to leave HIM on his back and weak in the legs will catch him off guard. dunno if he’d really be humiliated though, more like in awe of your capabilities.

Mmm for a scenario like that to get him to surrender completely, it’d be hard to get him to his absolute limits. both his stamina and physique are top tier, so you’d have to utilize pretty underhanded tactics (you’re learning from the best after all). some bdsm will probably be in order, aside from a whip or cane to smack him with, some sort of cock ring would work really well I feel, mixing in the pain of no rest with pleasure from constantly cumming, even when he’s shooting blanks.

Regardless of whether you succeed in getting him to break or not, aftercare is definitely the most important part. soothe the marks you left with some lotion and praise him while cuddling his sore body

[olderthannetfic]

Adding to the “why kink” convo:

I have a CNC/rape kink IRL, and also go fucking feral for anything where a man gets sexually tortured and mentally tormented to the point where they can no longer function as people (in fiction only).

I think the CNC/rape definitely just… happened. Like, I was 6 and I would already find myself intrigued by power dynamics and abuse in cartoons or other media I was exposed to. I remember my fave character in any show would be the hottest one that also was powerful and cruel, bonus points if they regularly got other characters bleeding, crying or traumatised.

Also the interest in really extreme stuff. I remember being 6 or 7 and looking up on Google things like bestiality (I did not have the term at the time, just used more clumsy words to find it) and being unable to comprehend why there were no results — obviously it’s illegal, but I was so fucking young that I didn’t even understand what it was really or what my curiosity implied. What I did know is that I was drawn to something painful and forbidden and dirty and extreme. I was reading rapefic from the age of 12. Before that, I was already reading explicit fic from age 10, and I would actively look for rough sex or no-prep anal. I was watching DP and big things shoved into small places from around that time too! I was on pornhub searching for stuff like gangbang, cream pie, rape(which had no results and frustrated me terribly because I still didn’t understand the implications or legalities of what attracted me so much) . And when I finally (finally!) discovered BDSM and got reading up on sadomasochism it’s like a whole world blossomed in front of my eyes. It was amazing and validating and inspiring. And I’m sure if someone were to look into my brain or something maybe they’d find a reason here and there as to why maybe I’m into it, but I still think it just happened. I was born with it and that’s it.

Now, in regards to my whump kink (which is very much focused on men) I do have to agree with that other anon in regards to that sex = violence mentality. As I entered the world of sex, specifically with men (I’m a woman), I was forced to learn this the hard way. Sex is violence, often. And not the fun kind that I wanted to explore, but rather the terrible kind that makes you hate yourself on a visceral level. And I think I developed this men-only-whump kink because, yes, I have a pre-existing interest in sadomasochism, but also because it’s a way to gain control, I guess? And because when the one suffering is a man I am more able to separate myself from that reality — I’m not forced to have flashbacks to when I was sexually assaulted or made to feel unsafe, used, or hollow. I can just enjoy my kink from a distance. Also there’s definitely something that feels very “wrong” in hurting a man in all the ways that women are often hurt, and that feeling excites me as much as it revindicates me.

I also want to note that I would be profoundly distressed by seeing/doing anything remotely violent/non consensual to anybody ever in my RL. Kink can and often does exist within its own parameters, eg. on tv where we know everything’s fake. Or in bed with someone we trust and have explored the scene in detail beforehand. Kink is not (or it shouldn’t be) ever at the expense of other non-consenting human beings.

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[kptskinkmeme]

Prompt Fest sign-ups now OPEN!

The KPTS Kinkmeme Prompt fest is now open for prompts!! Please note that dates have changed. Everyone has until April 29th to submit prompts inspired by the tropes below. The fan week will be held in July now, from July 3rd to July 9th.

You can begin posting prompts for the Prompt Fest to the kinkmeme on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/KPTS_Kinkmeme) or Dreamwidth (https://kptskinkmeme.dreamwidth.org) as of today. You can claim fills whenever you want (including after the prompt fest ends!), and can start writing or drawing fills as soon as you want, but we'll share the list of prompts organized into trope categories no later than May 1, and here's the schedule for posting fills by theme:

Day 1 (July 3rd)

Trope #1 Hurt/comfort Trope #2 Orgasm control (edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, etc) Trope #3 Friends with benefits/enemies with benefits

Day 2 (July 4th)

Trope #1 Magic/monsters/supernatural Trope #2 Body worship/praise kink Trope #3 Soulmates (soulmarks, multiverse, reincarnation, etc)

Day 3 (July 5th)

Trope #1 Time loop/time travel Trope #2 BDSM (dom/sub; total power exchange; degradation; sadomasochism; cock/ball torture; spanking, paddling, and whipping; rope play and bondage; knife play; wax play; etc) Trope #3 Fake dating/engagement

Day 4 (July 6th)

Trope #1 Arranged marriage/marriage of convenience Trope #2 Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse (A/B/O) Trope #3 Mommy/daddy kink

Day 5 (July 7th)

Trope #1 Forced proximity (shared telepathy, handcuffed together, huddling for warmth, there was only one bed, etc) Trope #2 Consensual non-consent (CNC) Trope #3 Bodyswap

Day 6 (July 8th)

Trope #1 Role reversal Trope #2 Fuck or die/sex pollen Trope #3 Futuristic AU (science fiction, apocalypse, dystopia)

Day 7 (July 9th)

Free day! For the Free Day, writers/artists can fill any prompts they like on the kinkmeme, which means you can also prompt anything you like that falls outside the parameters of the tropes listed above. Some more examples of SFW tropes: royalty AU, genderbends, historical AU, second chance/exes to lovers, coffee shop AU, idol AU, college/university AU Some more examples of NSFW tropes: kink exploration, body modification, sex toys/object insertion, proxyfucking, breeding kink, exhibitionism/public sex, voyeurism, gangbangs

Let's get prompting and claiming! And have fun!!

[do-geese-see-god]

When I was CNC machining aircraft engine parts, I set the parameters in multiples of five, even if it wasn't optimal. As long as it was within tolerance. Worst case scenario, I'd do even or prime numbers.

What makes me feel better about this is that most of you are much more autistic.

[nervousshipwrecked]

About Leo

Very old, unspeakably young (24). He/him

Demon from actual hell, summoned by Dr Faustus /srs

Not your daddy

Often ill, always sick

Incubus vibes

More below- minors dni!!!!!

Yes

Orgasm denial

Bondage. I especially love gagging and solo scenes.

Mind games and hypno

Monsterfucking

Gothic unwellness

Gangbang

Cnc

Plants

Breeding

Voyeurism/exhibitionism

Historical smuttiness

Ritual sacrifice/cult offering- keeping in mind my no religion rule

Sex magic

Intricate rituals ™️

No

Organized/real Religion (allergic to churches I’m afraid)

Teacher kink.

Additionally I am not available for sex ed. I know I’m trans but I’m not interested in explaining how this came to be and how you can too ™️ without sizeable monetary compensation.

Medical (see below)

Ddlg/ageplay

Scat and vore

Detrans, any pronouns which aren’t mine.

Really, truly, I am not your daddy, and neither are you mine.

I’m not your mother either. Clean up your own mess.

Don’t be boring. Know what you want before you talk to me. Guess what I want or else ask. Presumably we’ve got middle ground (horny).

I am not into dichotomies. I’m not exclusively a sub or a dom, top or bottom. I’m whatever I want to be, and then whatever you want me to be.

Other

I live with a committed partner (twu wub is the tag where I sexualise him) and while we live together we sometimes live in parallel. We both take lovers, together and separately. I have lots of boyfriends and a girlfriend. He has an ex wife and a high school sweetheart he bangs on the reg now that he’s come out as gay. He’s quite a bit older than me.

I have COPD and go to the hospital a lot! One year I was at the hospital more than I was at the club, no prize for guessing what year that might have been. I’ve never found being hypermedicalised very sexy. I’m also not looking for advice about how to manage my disease. I don’t want a virtual nurse and your concern would nauseate me. Mostly I would like to get off.

As per above I promise I’m not ghosting you. I’m probably coughing blood in a not sexy way. I will try to mention this before disappearing.

Yes I’ve had top surgery. No you can’t see it. Or my piercings or tattoos. They’re all really cool though.

I work at a university! But is it sexy? Not really! While I don’t mind the idea of kinky schoolroom secret history roleplay, I feel as though in practice it would be cringe. But blow my mind lol. I love to be proven wrong.

As per above I am very busy and stressed. My work is often all consuming and tends to coincide with medical crisis. I haven’t had a real holiday in years ie. a vacation where I wasn’t marking papers or presenting at a conference. I’m still not ghosting you. Maybe I finally got to sleep.

I’m having fun here, and I hope anyone who contacts me wants to play too. I like dark fantasies and escapism but won’t engage if I feel boundaries for any party aren’t well defined or designed. I won’t explain my parameters for this.

[cneasteel]

Get the Finest Precision with CNC Machining

In a subtractive manufacturing technique known as CNC machining, materials are precisely shaped and cut into the necessary shapes. CNC machining automates the production process in contrast to conventional machining, which mainly depends on manual intervention, leading to improved precision, repeatability, and efficiency.

Using computer-aided design (CAD) software, a digital design is produced at the start of the process. The design acts as a guide for how the CNC machine should operate. The design is then transformed into a machine-readable format, often a G-code program, which gives instructions for the CNC machine after it is complete.

The ultimate product's needs are taken into consideration while selecting the material, which may be made of metals, polymers, or composites. By sawing the material into the required sizes, either manually or automatically, the material is prepared.

The prepared material is firmly secured to the work table of the CNC machine. The CNC program is entered into the machine's controller once the cutting tools, such as drills, mills, or lathes, are mounted during the CNC machining process.

After the machine is configured, the CNC controller reads the G-code program and gives precise instructions to the machine's motors to move the cutting tools. The cutting tools execute operations including drilling, milling, turning, and more to remove material in line with the design parameters.

Throughout the machining process, quality control procedures are used to make sure that the part's dimensions, tolerances, and surface finishes adhere to the necessary standards. To check accuracy, you could use measurement equipment like calipers, micrometers, or coordinate measuring machines (CMMs).

The advantages of CNC machining

The excellent precision and accuracy of CNC machining is well known. The process is computer-controlled, which guarantees consistent and dependable outcomes, making it perfect for applications that call for precise tolerances and complex geometries.

CNC machines can deal with a variety of materials, such as composites, metals, plastics, and wood. This adaptability makes it possible to produce a variety of components for different businesses.

Complex items may be produced fast and effectively using CNC machining. Once set up, the device can run alone with little assistance from a person. This shortens the production process and increases output in general.

It is possible to produce identical components with great repeatability using CNC prototype machining. Manufacturers can reliably make huge numbers of components because of the CNC program's ability to be stored and used again.

Main source: https://cneasteel.wordpress.com/

[henry-jwell]

JWZ-BM05D/12D/20D Double Station Blow Molding Machine

Performance and advantages 1. Suitable for producing 1-5L different size of gear oil bottle, lubrication oil bottle, cooling water tank etc. 2. Optional multi-layer co-extrusion. 3. Optional view strip line system. 4. According to the product size,select different cavity of die head. 5. According to the different material,optional JW-DB single station hydraulic screen-exchanger system. 6. According to customer's requirement,optional auto-deflashing on line,scrap conveying on line,finished product conveying on line. Technical Parameters Model Unit BM05D BM12D BM20D Max product volume L 5 12 20 Dry cycle Pc/h 700*2 600*2 600*2 Die head structure Continuous type Main screw diameter mm 75 90 90 Max plasticizing capacity (PE) kg/h 90 160 160 Driving motor Kw 30 45 45 Oil pump motor power Kw 11 15 15 Clamping force KN 70 120 160 Space between platen mm 150-510 240-640 280-680 Platen size W*H mm 350*400 450*500 500*520 Max.mould size mm 360*400 500*520 560*520 Platen moving stroke mm 450/520 600/650 650 Heating power of die head Kw 7.5 10 12.5 Machine dimension L*W*H m 3.7*3.1*2.7 4.2*3.2*3.0 4.3*3.2*3.1 Machine weight T 8.5 12 14 Total power Kw 60 90 93 Note: Informations listed above are for reference only, the production line can be designed by customer’s requirements. Product image display JWELL Co., Ltd. was founded in 1978, the Chinese biggest plastic extrusion machinery manufacturers with over 24 years in extrusion industry .Now we have 6 production base , more than 3000 employees, having a strong technical & after sales service team for serving more than 150 countries. Core components: screw and barrel, mold, roller, all processed by us. jwell group has 16 professional branches, each of which produces different products, You can get all the plastic extrusion equipments you need in jwell company and provide you with one-stop service. Our processing equipment is all CNC imported from Japan and Europe. The steel used in our machine is superior to our peers. For the same equipment, the lifetime of jwell company's equipment is generally two or three times longer than our peers. The electrical components used in our equipment are imported brands or Chinese famous brands, and they  are specially optimized and designed according to the requirements of jwell company, which can well match our equipment. Other companies do not have such strength and influence. There is an old saying in China:You get what you pay for! Read the full article

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This book is essential reading for researchers and practitioners in computer science, technical managers and software specialists This book provides a comprehensive treatment of the subject of sculptured surface machining in terms of user needs, CAM software solutions and theoretical research results and issues. State-of-the-art capabilities of the best commercial CAM systems are compared to user needs, and advanced academic research is presented. Among the topics covered are the following: Generative NC for dies and molds; 5-axis machining of impellers; Cutting simulation and NC verification; Virtual machining; CAPP for die and mold machining; NURBS-based CNC interpolators 

Cutting Molds/Dies from Scan data

Experiences from a Quantum Leap Improvement in Turbine Manufacturing

A Generative Approach for Die Pattern Machining

Geometric Contributions to 3-Axis Milling of Sculptured Surfaces

Efficiency of Multi-Axis NC Machining of Sculptured Part Surfaces

Best-Fit of Sculptured Surfaces

Point-based Geometric Modelling

Virtual Machining and the Manufacturing Model

Virtual CNC with Performance Error Modeling

Fast Simulation of Sculptured Surface Milling with 3-Axis NC Machine

Simulation of Ball-nose End Milling Operations — Selection of Geometric Resolution Parameters

Machining Process Modeling for Intelligent Rough Machining of Sculptured Parts

Bridging the Gap Between Tool Path Generation for Sculptured Surface Machining and Computer Aided Process Modelling Techniques

Automatic Five-Axis CNC Feedrate Selection via Discrete Mechanistic, Geometric, and Machine Model Integration

Milling Simulation with an adaptive Strategy

Deformed Swept Volume Analysis to NC Machining Simulation with Cutter Deflection

Segmentation and Surface Fitting in Reverse Engineering

Surface Reconstruction from Point Clouds

Reverse Engineering Employing a Wrap-Around SurfaceTriangle Set

Manufacturability of Reverse Engineered CAD-models : a case study

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The Benefits of CNC Machining in Modern Manufacturing

Key Takeaways: CNC machining has revolutionized modern manufacturing with precision and efficiency. Understanding the core benefits of CNC machining can help businesses streamline production. Incorporating CNC technology can lead to significant cost savings and improved product quality. CNC (Computer Numerical Control) machining has become a cornerstone of modern manufacturing. This technology allows for the automated control of machining tools using a computer, leading to unparalleled precision and consistency. Whether in aerospace, automotive, or consumer electronics, CNC machining is leveraging a technological edge to meet demanding production schedules. For tasks like creating CNC replacement parts, CNC machines offer a highly effective solution that ensures consistent quality in high-volume production runs. The ability of CNC machines to execute complex tasks with high accuracy has turned them into indispensable tools for manufacturers. As demand for high-quality, custom, and intricate parts grows, CNC technology is increasingly seen as a solution to streamline production, cut costs, and elevate product standards. Whether a company produces thousands of components or just a few, CNC machining brings flexibility and reliability that manual processes can’t match. What is CNC Machining? At its core, CNC machining is a subtractive manufacturing process. This means it removes material from a solid block (referred to as the workpiece) to form the desired shape. The process is directed by pre-programmed computer software that dictates the movement of machinery and tools. The beauty of CNC lies in its automation. Once the parameters and designs are set using CAD (Computer-Aided Design) and CAM (Computer-Aided Manufacturing) software, the CNC machine can autonomously perform operations such as drilling, cutting, grinding, and milling with high precision. This minimizes the need for manual intervention and reduces the margin for error. Advantages of CNC Machining 1. Precision and Accuracy One of the foremost benefits of CNC machining is its ability to produce highly accurate parts. Manufacturers can use CAD software to design detailed specifications, and CNC machines will replicate those specifications with minimal deviation. According to an article on Engineering.com, the accuracy achieved by CNC machines can reduce human error significantly, leading to uniform and consistent production quality. For industries such as aerospace, automotive, and medical manufacturing, where even the slightest deviation can cause critical failures, this level of precision is indispensable. CNC machines can maintain tolerances within microns, ensuring that parts are made to exacting standards every time. 2. Enhanced Efficiency and Productivity CNC machines are designed to maximize efficiency in manufacturing environments. They operate continuously with minimal downtime, allowing accelerated production cycles and increased throughput. A study by IndustryWeek noted that facilities employing CNC machines saw a productivity increase of up to 30% compared to those relying on traditional methods. Automation is a key feature that drives this productivity. CNC machines can run around the clock with minimal supervision, leading to higher output in shorter periods. Furthermore, they can quickly switch between different tasks, making the manufacturing process more flexible and adaptive to changing demands. This ability to multitask reduces bottlenecks and keeps production lines running smoothly. 3. Cost Savings While the initial investment in CNC machinery can be substantial, the long-term cost savings are significant. Here’s how: - Reduced Labor Costs: CNC machines require fewer operators since they can be programmed to run autonomously. This allows companies to allocate their labour resources more effectively, reducing the overall cost of production. - Minimized Material Waste: CNC machining ensures precise cutting, drilling, and milling, which minimizes errors and reduces the amount of wasted material. According to Machining Solutions, material waste can be reduced by up to 20% with CNC processes. - Lower Rework Costs: With the increased precision and reduced human error, fewer defective parts are produced. This reduces the need for costly rework or scrapping of parts, which can significantly impact a company’s bottom line. In addition, the efficiency of CNC machines reduces energy consumption, contributing to further cost savings over time. For manufacturers looking to improve their return on investment (ROI), CNC machining offers a clear path to higher profitability. 4. Improved Safety Safety is a critical consideration in any production environment. CNC machines operate in enclosed environments, reducing the risk of injury from flying debris, sharp tools, or other hazards commonly associated with manual machining. The automated processes further reduce the need for direct operator interaction, minimizing exposure to dangerous conditions. CNC machines also have fail-safes and sensors that detect anomalies, halting operations to prevent damage or accidents. This creates a safer workspace for employees, allowing them to focus on monitoring systems and optimizing operations rather than performing potentially hazardous tasks. 5. Versatility and Flexibility CNC machines are highly versatile and can handle various materials, including metals, plastics, composites, and wood. This adaptability allows manufacturers to easily switch between different products and materials, making CNC technology ideal for companies that need to respond to varying customer demands or develop custom components. Moreover, CNC machines can produce complex geometries that would be impossible or highly inefficient with traditional machining techniques. Whether it’s intricate curves, detailed patterns, or three-dimensional shapes, CNC technology opens up new possibilities for product design and innovation. Applications of CNC Machining Across Industries CNC machining’s precision and efficiency have made it a valuable asset in several key industries: - Aerospace: High precision is required to meet the exacting standards of aircraft components. CNC machining creates turbine blades, engine parts, and even landing gear. - Automotive: From engine blocks to transmission parts, CNC machines are widely used to manufacture components with tight tolerances in the automotive sector. - Medical: CNC machines produce medical implants, surgical tools, and diagnostic devices, ensuring that all products meet strict regulatory requirements. - Consumer Electronics: The demand for smaller, more intricate electronic components has grown, and CNC machining helps manufacturers meet these needs with precision and consistency. Challenges of CNC Machining While CNC machining offers numerous advantages, it is not without its challenges: - High Initial Investment: CNC machines are expensive to purchase and install. However, their long-term cost savings often outweigh the upfront costs. - Complex Setup: The setup and programming of CNC machines require specialized skills and expertise. Although the machines operate autonomously, qualified technicians are needed to program them correctly and troubleshoot any issues that may arise. - Maintenance Costs: Regular maintenance is required to ensure that CNC machines continue to operate at optimal efficiency. Neglecting maintenance can result in machine downtime and costly repairs. Concluding Thoughts CNC machining has transformed modern manufacturing, offering unparalleled precision, efficiency, and cost-effectiveness. Its ability to handle complex tasks with minimal human intervention makes it an essential tool for aerospace and electronics industries. For companies aiming to stay competitive, adopting CNC technology is more than a recommendation—it’s a necessity. The benefits of integrating CNC machining, including improved safety, reduced labour costs, and the ability to produce high-quality parts at scale, cannot be overstated. As CNC machining continues to evolve, its role in shaping the future of manufacturing will only grow, making it an indispensable player in the industrial landscape. Read the full article