#bd/sm corruption

[kxsalt]

Extra credit. It started with a glance. She lifts her skirt, showing off the day’s panties to her teacher. Just a little peek. Flustered, she hides them again. “Very good start.” Says her middle-aged professor. “Sorry they’re nothing special.” The girl flashes her plain white underwear for a few seconds. His tone is calm and soothing. “You’re learning.”

Those few glimpses are worth remembering. She doesn’t have his class today, so she locks herself in a bathroom stall. When she pulls her panties up, the outline of her pussy is clear as day. A quick photo is sent to her teacher. Excellent. I can see you’re taking your assignments seriously. The girl smiles at his texts, soaking up his praise. Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, too. The wet patch on her panties is obvious in the snapshot.

Show and tell. The girl reaches into her bag. Laying out her sex toys on the desk, her teacher inspects them carefully. “Uhm… this one is my favourite…” She points to a small vibrator as he rubs her back. “Can you even fit this?” He asks, tapping on the veiny dildo. The teacher’s hand rests on her bum. A little squeeze. “…not really…” She shifts awkwardly. “Okay, let’s start with that one, then.”

Her assignment is clear. A toy in her cunt every class and every lecture. Afterwards, she stays behind to let him check her work. “Stronger than you’re used to, huh?” Her new lacy white panties hang around her socks. The professor eases the buzzing bulb out of her pussy. Pink and wet, he strokes his hand along her overstimulated cunny. “Yeah, but I… uhm… masturbate lots. So, I was okay.” Two fingers slip easily into her hole.

He sends her a movie. The girl nervously eyes its long runtime. I’ll get right on it, sir. Alone in her dorm room, the thick dildo is pushed into her pussy. She can start when it’s all the way inside. The teacher watches her messages come in over the next hour. I came already, sir. I came again. They’re so rough with her. Came again. It’s only halfway done. My legs are numb. I cumd agn. She’s such a whore. I’m going to watch it again. I came again.

The teacher pushes on her head, holding his cock in her throat. Her favourite vibrator snuggles against her clit. The girl’s thong is pulled aside so she can feel everything. He pulls her shirt open, gripping onto her bare tits. They have the whole study block to themselves. A puddle forms on the floor, dripping spit and tears from the student’s assignment. Her jaw aches. She strokes his cock against her wet face, letting his cum cover her pretty smile.

Spring break. Her friends go home for the week. The girl stays. She learns how much pussy spanking stings when she’s only wearing crotchless panties. The teacher visits her regularly. Showing up unannounced, he pushes her up against the wall. The man takes her when he pleases. He dumps his cum inside her hole then leaves. Returning a few hours later, the teacher finds her in bed. She doesn’t stop rubbing as he forces himself on her.

Graduating with honours. “Looks like I can’t bribe you with credits, anymore.” The teacher jokes. The girl doesn’t respond. She bends herself over his desk. The same place she first showed him her panties. Under her skirt is just bare pussy. He touches her crotch, finding her perfectly smooth and wet. There’s nothing else to say. A firm grip on her shoulder. He thrusts his cock into his former student. A slap on her ass, and she pushes her hips back into him.

[corruption-is-king]

Good girls goon

[diet-cokesiut]

sorry i've been inactive lately, it's been a wild few weeks

[narcissistichedonist]

corrupting a sweet shy girl into a needy horny slut only to chastise and punish her for being a wet mess by edging and overstimulating her which only makes her worst

my narcissistic romance

[stupidsadistic-and-suicidal]

tying a virgin's pretty wrists above his head, watching the fear appear in his eyes as i start rubbing his pathetic little cock because he knows it won't be long before he's whining and embarrassing himself

and humiliating him when he cums way too early because fuck it feels way better than he thought

bonus points if he squirts without even knowing he could

[tranquility0101]

How long do you think it would take to normalize my brainwashing?

“Oh its just my morning edge, i do this to start my day right.”

“Oh its just my mid day mind fuck, i do this because i like to be hypnotized.”

“Oh its just my evening edging session, i like to scroll and see how many I can have before dinner.”

“Oh im going to bed let me just turn on my sleep sounds, I like to loop a file into my head all night to get a restful and relaxed sleep.”

[letmetakecare]

Saria awoke to disorientation and an oppressive silence. The air felt strange... too warm, too thick and her first instinct was to gasp for breath. Instead, her lungs filled with a strange, sweet-smelling vapor, delivered by the mask strapped tightly over her mouth and nose. Panic surged as her fingers flew to her face, clawing at the unfamiliar device, trying desperately to pull it off. The straps held firm, unyielding, no matter how hard she tugged.

Her breaths quickened, the mask hissing softly in response. Each inhalation brought a flood of warmth into her chest, spreading through her body like liquid fire. It felt… wrong, but also so very good. Too good. Her fingers faltered, shaking, as a wave of dizziness overtook her. The faint whisper of a voice accompanied the gas now, threading into her thoughts like a song.

Breathe. Relax. Submit.

“No,” she murmured, her voice muffled against the mask. She tugged again, frantic, but her grip weakened as the gas worked its way deeper into her mind. Her movements slowed, her hands dropping limply to her sides. A soft moan escaped her, unbidden, as a rush of warmth surged through her veins. She couldn’t deny it... the mask’s vapor felt intoxicating, soothing, as though it knew exactly how to touch the deepest parts of her mind.

“Saria,” a deep, commanding voice called from the shadows, smooth and cold. “Don’t fight it. The mask knows what you need. It’s helping you.”

Her head snapped toward the voice, eyes wide with panic, but her body refused to move. The gas worked its magic, and the whispers grew more insistent.

Obey. Let go. You want this.

Her resistance wavered as the words began to blend with her own thoughts. Did she want this? Her body betrayed her, arching slightly as the warm haze of pleasure intensified. She whimpered softly, her breaths deep and slow now, drawing more of the addictive vapor into her lungs. It felt too good to stop.

“You feel it, don’t you?” the man continued, stepping into the faint light. He was tall, his silhouette imposing, his eyes gleaming with a predatory calm. “The mask is showing you the truth. Every breath you take, every thought it whispers, it’s all for your benefit.”

“No…” Saria tried to protest, but the word sounded hollow even to her. The gas drowned her objections in another wave of soothing euphoria. She shuddered as her mind grew softer, her will melting under the relentless whispers.

Surrender. It feels so good to let go.

Her hands, once clawing at the mask, now rested limply on her lap. Her body felt weightless, her thoughts distant, as though they were no longer her own. The sensations coursing through her were impossible to resist. It wasn’t just physical; it seeped into her mind, rewiring her, making her crave more of the gas, more of the mask, more of him.

“Please…” she whimpered, though she wasn’t sure if she was begging him to help her or to let her fall further.

The man approached, towering over her as she sat frozen on the floor. Slowly, he placed a hand atop her head, his touch gentle, almost affectionate. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and the whispers grew louder, clearer, their words sinking deeper into her thoughts with every stroke of his hand.

Good girl. Obey. You need this.

Her breathing hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as her body surrendered completely. His fingers moved through her hair with slow, deliberate care, the rhythmic motion lulling her deeper into submission. With every touch, the mask’s power seemed to intensify, the whispers consuming her.

You love the mask. You love the gas. You love to obey.

Her body trembled violently as the words locked into place within her, becoming her truth. The whispers wrapped around her like a cocoon, stripping away everything she was and replacing it with their commands. Her mind became blank and pliant, eager to absorb the truths the mask offered.

She knelt there, trembling, staring blankly for a moment before her lips parted again, this time in desperate pleading.

“Please…” she begged, her voice breathy and broken. “Please let me serve you. I want to serve. I need to serve.”

The man said nothing, his lips curling into a knowing grin. His hand remained atop her head, stroking softly, ensuring the whispers continued to root themselves deeper and deeper into her mind.

The pleasure of her submission reached an unbearable peak, her muscles spasming as the mask’s hypnosis locked in completely. With a choked gasp, her eyes rolled back into her head, her lips parting as soft moans escaped her. The pleasure and arousal consumed her entirely, her mind sinking into a blank, glassy state of total hypnosis.

She knelt in silence, her body still trembling, her glassy eyes staring blankly ahead, utterly lost in the mask’s control.

Her thoughts were gone. All that remained were the whispers, repeating endlessly, ensuring she would never be anything but what the mask had made her: a vessel for obedience, bound to serve without question.

[graciecow]

No brains today just rub and goon and rub and goon and be a good tumblr bimbo 🤤💦😍 gimme lots of things to rub too, be as perverted as you want I’m just so dumb and soooo wet🤭💦💖

[iiiusion-of-choice]

Cumming on command is trainable. Wet dreams are just purely mental orgasms.

Ask permission to orgasm before EVERY orgasm. If I'm not there, whisper it to yourself.

Thank Me after every orgasm. If I'm not there, whisper it to yourself.

Rinse and repeat for a year and My consent will be tied to your orgasm in your subconscious.

Now edge yourself and stop just short of needing to cum. My permission will put you over.

Do it again tomorrow, but stop a little sooner.

Again the day after, and the day after, until My permission is all you need.

[dftm2]

This would be the perfect woman

I have a fantasy of finding someone's Tumblr blog that I know irl and using that to corrupt her. A younger, innocent girl who created a kink blog to explore her sexuality and kinks.

I find her on here, strike up a conversation. Build up trust with her. It would be easy to do since I already know what she's interested in, the types of guys she dates, what she does for fun.

She starts opening herself up little by little. "He's so sweet and we're into many of the same things" she tells herself. Now she's sending me slutty pics. Seeking my attention. Starting to degrade herself for me.

Then I start slipping in small pieces of information that makes her start to wonder if I know who she is.

I ask "hey how's your brother doing." She never told me she had a brother. When she questions how I knew that, I gaslight her. I say to her "You told me, you just must not remember bc you can be a bit ditzy."

"Those sweatpants you wore to the store must have been comfortable, huh?" Now she's really questioning if I've been watching her.

"How did you know I wore sweatpants to the store?" She asks.

I play it off. "You said you wanted a lazy day, it was just a hunch baby."

Now she's doing nasty things for me. Being my best little porn star. That's when I bring up really personal information. The name of the high school she graduated from, the street she grew up on, her best friend's name.

She knows I know who she is. I have a stash of the porn she made for me. It's time for her to give in and be more than just my online slut, now she's my corrupted little doll forever.

[hislttlewife]

having thick hair in the winter is crazy work

[diet-cokesiut]

Are you an anal virgin? Your thoughts on anal?

i am an anal virgin, but i totally wanna try it

[narcissistichedonist]

when she’s kneeling on the floor, her collar snug around her neck, leash resting loosely in my hand, tail plug wiggling as she eagerly waits for my attention

"such a good little puppy, always so eager to please."

tugging gently on her pretty leash, guiding her closer, watching her crawl toward me on all fours with those wide and pleading eyes

"there we go, my sweet little thing. show me just how obedient you can be."

letting my fingers trail over her soft skin, sadistically teasing her as she trembles under my touch, her quiet whimpers betraying how badly she needs me

"so needy already. my perfect little pet, always ready for her master."

forcefully pushing her chest down to the floor, spreading her legs wide, running a hand over her exposed curves, savoring the way she shivers in anticipation

"don’t worry, my darling doll. i’ll take care of my precious puppy."

sliding into her tight pussy from behind, groaning as her body instantly responds, her pretty little gasps muffled as i press her face down against the floor

"good girl. stay still for me. puppies don’t make a fuss, do they?"

thrusting harder, each movement pulling sweet little cries from her lips, pulling on her hair while pounding her silly in doggystyle

"you take it so well, my darling pet. such a perfect little thing for me to abuse whenever i want."

finishing deep inside her, holding her hips firmly, leaning down to whisper in her ear

"there, all filled up. you've done so good for me my sweet little puppy."

[stupidsadistic-and-suicidal]

there is something so sacred about taking someone's virginity in a way that makes their body react way before their brain does, and they're silent until it all just comes out in one big sob

and from then on they're crying and clinging onto you while their brain leaks out of their hole

which is okay because they definitely won't need it where they're going

corruption posting today apparently

[wanttodrop]

Mmmm good girls do as their told

Count how many edges it takes till your mind feels numb and dumb.

Then the next time aim for one less to get in that state.

Repeat

[kaionyx]

Why is cockwarming only talked about in the sense that you do it before sex and not after too like it’s not the best way to break a puppy into the perfect cocksleeve?

Finally settling down after rounds of different scenes just to pin them under my weight and hold them like a stuffed animal on my cock, letting them whine and squirm at the fullness in their belly from holding all of the constant loads i’ve rutted back inside until they stop and just accept it. Forcing them feel dazed and bred while going in and out of consciousness to a mixture of soft kisses and sweet words, like how I can’t leave yet because they just feel so good around me and what a precious fuckmutt they’ve been for my cock.

How could their poor mind not rewire itself into thinking how grateful they are to be constantly broken and fixed by someone like me by the time i’m done hmm?