#crying k!nk

[gincat]

seeing them cry during sex is simply the hottest thing on earth

it makes me want to keep going till we are both exhausted

[little-computer]

Puppy's New Muzzle

(MDNI)

[t4t, soft sad!stic fem domme x pathetic mas0chistic puppygirl sub, petpl4y, fearpl4y, snvff, n3cr0philia, s4d0masoch1sm, crying, breathpl4y, suff0cation, breath den1al, teasing, praise k!nk, fake s4fe w0rd, clicker]

"What do you think of this one?" Caretaker asked. I hadn't been paying attention because I was too busy savoring Caretaker letting me sleep with her instead of in my cage. She usually only did this on special occasions, like for my birthday. I guess she was just feeling really nice today!

"Ohhh, puppy likes that one!" I responded. She was shopping for these pretty tombstone-shaped earrings and showing me different options. Caretaker always had such pretty fashion sense...

"Yeah? Puppy likes how that type of tombstone looks?" Caretaker asked.

"Mhm mhm!" I wagged my hips. Caretaker pulled me closer and kissed me on the forehead as she put her phone away.

"Good puppy!" she encouraged. I nuzzled into her. She was treating me so well tonight... "Hey, since you've been so good lately, Caretaker has a gift for you!"

"Really?" I responded as my hip wagging sped up.

"Mhm. Caretaker thinks you'll really love it." She scooted over to the nightstand by the bed and pulled the gift out of a drawer. I sat up and tried to get a good look at it.

"Is that a new muzzle for me?" I asked excitedly.

"Mhm. Does puppy wanna try it on?" she held it up to me. I quickly nodded and she replaced my old muzzle with the new one. The first thing I noticed about it was how bulky and full it was. Puppy's old muzzle was like a frame you could see through but this one was totally solid. It was so solid that I even noticed holes on the front to breath through. "That feel snug puppy?" Caretaker asked warmly. To be honest, it almost felt too snug. It seemed to have a seal around my face that pressed down hard and the straps were tight. But puppy really didn't wanna disappoint Caretaker...

"Yes Caretaker" my voice sounded a bit muffled through the muzzle.

"I'm glad you like it, you look so adorable right now." I wagged my hips and looked up at her as she knelt beside me. "I haven't even shown puppy the best part yet. Look at this" she pulled out a small device not even the size of her thumb. It almost looked like a coin on first glance. It seemed to have a plastic basin with a single sliding switch that could toggle between two states.

"What's tha-"

Click

The switch of a servo emanated from the muzzle and reverberated through my skull -- the rest of my words didn't come out. I started panicking before I could even process what was happening. I saw her cover her mouth to hide her giggle.

"Hold your breath silly! You don't wanna be breathing in all that CO2." she teased. I did as she told me, but it only stifled the panic a little. I started to realize what was happening; the mask had sealed around my face so no air could get in or out. I desperately pawed at her -- maybe if I was pathetic enough she would help me. "Need something puppy?" My forming tears were wetting my eyes almost as fast as my underwear was getting wet. I held onto her tight and tugged at her. I wanted to whimper and beg her but nothing came out. Instead, all that energy made me start faintly bucking my hips without even meaning to.

Her expression -- which had been a kind of playful amusement -- was now more sharp and harsh. She glanced down at my pathetic air-humping, then back into my pleading eyes. "Puppy has the right idea. Don't be shy." she said, angling her thigh toward me. I needed to whimper for her so bad. I pulled myself onto her and began humping her thigh with all I could. I nuzzled and clutched her hard as my building orgasm blurred with the firestorm of panic, every cell in my body screaming for oxygen, screaming to cum. Her arms remained calmly by her sides, refusing to react to puppy.

I looked up at her expression again. Her smile was mostly gone now yet she somehow looked more turned on than I'd ever seen her. We locked eyes. She offered a grain of warmth in the form of a subtle head tilt and a slight smile at me. I was starting to get dizzy now, but I could feel the orgasm coming. "Almost there darling" she encouraged, reading me like a book. I locked my head to her chest and sobbed into her tits as I came all over her thigh.

Click

I gasp-moaned -- I could breath again. Caretaker's arm gently caressed my head as I choked out a couple sobs through my heavy breaths and the stars in my vision dissipated. "Good puppy." she comforted, gently petting me as I panted into her chest. I began to calm down a little. "You can cum really fast when you have to, can't you puppy?" she teased. I look up at her and gave her my best whimper, pleading she would take pity on me -- I didn't wanna break her rule about not speaking without permission during sex, I needed to show her I was a good puppy. Caretaker acknowledged my effort with a half smile before continuing. "Isn't it incredible they can fit Bluetooth into something this small?" she showed me the device between her fingers. I felt my legs trembling and my eyes watering at the very sight of it.

Click

Her thumb moved up a quarter of an inch and I couldn't breath again. The panic and tears returned immediately, having just barely left in the first place. I looked at her face and pleaded with my eyes. She looked down at me for a moment, drinking up my expression.

Click

"Oops, sorry puppy, my mistake." she said casually. "They really shouldn't have made the switch so small, huh?" I tugged at her and tried my hardest to whimper at her through my panting -- pleading her with my eyes to give me permission to speak. I needed to beg her to let me breath, I needed to promise to do anything she wanted, I needed to submit to her. "It's ok puppy, you can speak" she said.

I pleaded "Pl- please Caretaker, please let me-"

Click

"Just kidding" Caretaker could barely hold in her laugh. She looked down into my eyes. She tried to cover her mouth but only managed to hold it in a couple seconds. Puppy felt a droplet of spit hit my cheek as she laughed in puppy's face -- I leaked a little. "Well? What are you waiting for puppy?" Caretaker managed to get out in between laughs. She nudged her thigh forward slightly.

I smeared the cum from my previous orgasm all over myself as I desperately bucked into her thigh. With my eyes locked to hers, I non-verbally told her out badly I needed to breath, how panicked I was getting, how I would do anything she wanted me to do, anything. Caretaker smiled back at me warmly, her eyes were glistening with euphoria at the sight of my desperation. With her free hand, Caretaker guided my hand down to her cock. My eyes widened with hope at the chance to earn my right to breath.

I was getting dizzy now but I focused all I had; I nuzzled my head into her shoulder and started touching her, making sure I didn't stop humping. The room was completely quiet except for the faint sounds of friction of the sheets, the steady hum of a radiator in the background, and Caretaker's occasional giggles. Seconds passed. My tears dripped onto her neck. Desperation grew unbearable. I realized this wasn't working, I needed a new idea. I tried scooping a handful of my cum from her thigh to spread it on her cock but my hand was shaking so bad I spilled it on the bed. She laughed at that. My body screamed for air. I tried again and managed to get some of my cum onto her without spilling. I desperately stroked, praying that my cum was a worthy enough lubricant to get her off.

I looked up at her face to see if any of this was working; she was just grinning at me. She looked so turned on but I just knew that it had nothing to do with my pathetic attempts to pleasure her -- or maybe my failure was exactly the reason. She cocked her head, amused. "You can always use your safe word if it's too much puppy" she said playfully. My eyes widened with hope again -- I remembered our nonverbal safe word and began desperately tapping her stomach with my hand. I knew relief would come any second come on come on. I looked back to her face to see what was happening. Her mouth was open in playful look of shock "Aww I can't believe you actually believed that. Caretaker has to work on her sarcasm, doesn't she puppy?"

I was trembling. The desperate screams for air coming from every corner of my body were drowned out by the growing realization that Caretaker might actually kill me, that puppy had no way to stop her. The tears were flowing now -- I was so scared to die. My head was hurting so much too. I had to cum, she let me breath last time I did, it was my only hope. I focused on humping her leg but I was getting weak now. My grip on her was loosening. Fuck, maybe this was it. I limply looked back up at her, my vision only half-working. She looked right into my eyes and then past them. She was lustful at getting to watch me die.

I only had one more idea. As I looked into her thirsty eyes, I imagined her using my corpse after she killed me. I imagined how turned on she'd get fucking my lifeless head. I imagined her moans and laughs. I felt the tingle of an orgasm. I imagined her cumming inside my body, cumming harder than she ever did when I was alive. My orgasm was growing. I tried to move my hand down to help myself -- I felt so guilty, I knew it was against the rules but I was so desperate to live. I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die I kept thinking to myself. Caretaker gently deflected my hand with a giggle -- I had no strength left to resist.

Focus puppy, focus. I continued weakly humping her thigh, now imagining her burying me somewhere remote, her looking down at my body splayed in a dirt hole. I imagined us both in that grave, covered in dirt, as she decides to use me one last time. I was so close, so close. My vision was cutting out now. My arm flailed for the remote -- Caretakers' arm gracefully dodged, barely even having to move. "Bye bye, puppy" she teased. Something about that was enough to send me over. My cock trembled and a few exhausted drips of cum slid down the side of her leg. "Aww, was that you cumming a second time? Soo adorable. I'm impressed you managed to pull that off at the last possible minute puppy, I really am." My muscles gave up. I collapsed against her soft shoulder. I had no strength left as the world began to fade away. "Don't worry darling, I'll put your pretty puppy corpse to good use. You were such a good pet for me. Go to sleep now baby."

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 1 knife play & blood play

James hetfield

Summary: James carves his name into your thighs.

Warnings: blood play, knife play, carving names into skin, consuming someones blood, consuming your own blood, crying, both people are naked.

Master list (main pinned)

I lay back with a smile on my face. James glides the cold knife along my breast not cutting me. I shiver a little from the cold. He hasn't cut me get and the suspense is killing me. I don't need to look at him to know that he's smiling as well. He takes the knife away from skin so it doesn't heat up from my body temperature. I look over at him as he twirls the knife. We both stare at it as the light from the street pours into the bedroom and reflects off the knife beautifully.

He takes his eyes of the light and looks at me. He stops twirling the knife and I look back at him. He begins to grin at me. That either means I'm going to be waiting a while before he does anything or he's about to cut me. James moves from sitting next to me to straddling my hips. His cold bare skin is heated up my mine as he sits on top of me. I look up at him and he leans down to kiss me. Our lips connect. His tongue slips into my mouth dancing with mine. I feel the cool metal of the knife press against the side of my face.

He pulls away and moves the knife. He turns it so the now warm side is facing away from me. He presses the cold side of the knife to the opposite side of my face. "Your so fucking pretty" he says smiling slightly. "I'd be prettier if I was bleeding" I say back a smile forming on my face. James takes the knife away from my face. He moves off of my lap and kneels between my thighs still on the bed.

He glides the knife along my right thigh before moving to the left. Then he presses the knife against my right thigh. One small line going straight across. I bite my lip. The cut is small so the pain is mild but I still feel it.

Then a longer one going straight down starting in the middle of the first cut. Tears prick my eyes as this cut stung. Then he quickly does two small lines. The first one starting at the end of the longest line going straight left. The second starting at the end of the third cut going diagonally up. The four cuts forming a fucked up J.

A single tear falls from the corner of my eye and I wipe it off not wanting it to go in my ear. I think he's going to do his initials JH. Next to the J he carves two diagonal lines going down that both touch at their starting points. The two lines almost match up with the length of the J. He cuts a small line connecting the two lines forming an A. I continue to wipe my tears as I find getting tears in my ears incredibly annoying. James cuts two straight lines a decent distance away from each other next to the A.

He cuts a diagonal line going down from the once closest to the A. Starting at the end of the previous line he cut a diagonal line going up to meet the top of the second straight line. Then he moves onto the E. A straight line going down matching the lengths of the previous letters and three small lines coming off of it going right. The S is a tricky one but we know from past experiences that trying to get it curved is a nightmare and looks bad. So it takes his time making it out of seven small lines for my sake.

Then he goes to my left thigh to carve his last names. The H out of three cuts, the E out of four, the T out of two, the F out of three, the I out of three, the second E out of three, the L out of two and the D four. The needs of blood have started to drip and the cuts on my right thigh have started to bleed onto sheet. He places the knife on the sheets and moves further down the bed. He messily licks up the blood allowing it to get on his chin, lip, all around his mouth, as well as some on his nose and cheeks.

I laugh at him when he pulls away from them. The blood on his chin begins to drip down his neck as he straddles my lap again. He leans down to kiss my getting blood all over my face.

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Thank you for reading💋- gremlin

[tiny-icky-whore]

“shhh baby just take it. awww i know it hurts sweetie but you’re doing such a good job. dad’s so proud of you. fuck, are you crying? fuck… keep crying. it’s gonna make dad cum.”

[goodishgirlx]

i just want you to use me as a stress toy is that so wrong

[bitin-and-barkin]

Keeping him in line

Warnings: Gunfucking, facefucking, shoe humping, sub Dutch, he's like super pathetic honestly, humiliation (Dutch Receiving), degradation, gender neutral reader, dom reader, the reader is SO fucking mean, Dutch deserves it tho, masochism, pain kink, anal, smut, all consensual dw, I like to think this could've stopped the downfall of the gang

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Thinking about being an "old friend" of Dutch.

Used to go out robbing with him back in the day, until some crap went down. He thought you died, and you thought the same for him. But after the blackwater incident, a long overdue meeting happens when you both try to rob the same train.

Thinking about him "Inviting" (practically begging) you to join him, even though you both know you're doing damn well on your own.

Thinking about once you graciously agree, he's consulting you for every little thing, saying something along the lines of "let me consult the missus/mister" before he plans any jobs, finally taking SOMEONE'S advice other than his own. Treating you like Hosea, like himself. A higher up, a leader, despite you having never set foot in this gang in over 10, 15, years.

Thinking about him insisting that you don't have to do any of the "dirty work" if you don't feel like it. Barking orders at others to "take care of it" while dragging you back to his tent for no reason at all, other than to just smoke and drink and chat about everything and nothing.

Thinking about others being weirded out and slightly jealous of all the praise and approval you get from him, with even Molly questioning if he's sweet on you. Everyone is thinking it, that maybe he had something going on with you in the past. But, even when he was with Annabelle? He had never treated her this kindly.

Thinking about him catching glances at your fingers while you handle your gun, the way you draw it and shoot in the blink of an eye. Watching your hands move as you play poker at camp, making everybody else at the table go broke.

Thinking about him watching the way your chest heaves in and out after a gunfight. Watching the way your silver tongue talks them into money and out of trouble, even better than he or Hosea can.

Thinking about him stating he needs to "take a break" with Molly due to him "needing some time alone" while she watches him talk to you the same way he used to chat with her, but with actual longing in his eyes.

Thinking about you talking to him, almost down to him, with a certain smug look on your face as he looks at you with a certain devotion on his. You calling out the flaws in his ideas and plans, doubting him, doing things that would get anybody else labeled as a traitor. But not you. Anybody but you. As when you do it? All he can do is sit there and take it.

Thinking about you pushing him down by the chest where he sits anytime he does something or says something that you don't like. Knocking his drink out of his hand in front of everybody when he gets too out of line.

Thinking about punishing him for his behavior at night, taking long drags of his cigar and putting it out on his arm as you grip his hair and shove his face into his bed as you fuck him into the sheets.

Thinking about you leaving bruises on his neck after you choke him too hard for being too mean to one of his boys or after one of his infamous plans fuck up once again.

Thinking about making him rut up against your boot as you face fuck him, saying he isn't deserving of even touching you, and if he wants release he has to work for it himself. Stating that your shoes better be shining when he's done down there as he rubs his dick against your spurs, desperate for friction.

Thinking of you fucking him with his own gun after he begs you for more, with you degrading him for getting a hard on. Asking him what the Pinkertons, what his gang, would think if they learned that Dutch Van Der Linde himself is no more than a common whore. One barely good enough to fuck. Saying that maybe you should turn him in, that way you can use the money to buy a whore that actually does what they're told.

Thinking about him crying into your lap as he begs for release, and all you do is laugh at him and shove him off, leaving him alone and aching after you climax and he doesn't. Knowing that he needs this punishment to keep him in place.

Thinking about him palming himself for the rest of the night and choking himself with a tie you got him a long time ago, fucking himself stupid with your gun which you left in his tent. But it's not enough. Such a greedy boy. It's never enough for him.

That's why you have to keep him in line. It keeps him sane.

[littl3-bunny]

why'd you tear up my plushies sir? now I'm a crying mess as I try to stitch them up but you keep fucking me from behind...

[little-computer]

Pick a Number

(men DNI)

[fem domme x fem sub reader, fearpl4y, temperature pl4y, abvse k1nk, t0rture k1nk, g0re/burns, s4d0masoch1sm, crying, breathpl4y, suff0cation, snvff tease, handcuffs/restraints]

What if we were laying in bed together, both absentmindedly on our phones. What if I asked you get something for me, something mundane. Maybe my cup of tea on the other side of room. We'd both be expecting you to eagerly obey like you usually do. But what if this time you paused for a moment before saying something silly like "make me." I wonder what would happen next?

Maybe I'd say "wow, are you trying to be bratty?" and smile at you with amusement. I'd already be getting in position on top of you, but you'd seem pretty oblivious to the implications of that.

"Mmmaybe" you'd giggle as my leg lands on the other side of yours. We'd make eye contact for a moment. Your naive, giddy, rebelliousness would make direct line of sight with my merciless amusement. Maybe you'd waver a little bit now with me on top of you, looking down on you like this. Regardless, you definitely wouldn't really understand the gravity of things yet.

"Okay okay, I'll get it for you, mistress," you'd concede, trying to make it sound casual as if you had any control left. You'd start to sit up now, expecting me to let you go. I wouldn't.

"Actually, I have something else I'd like you to do for me." I'd mention cheerfully.

Slumping back down into a rest, you'd ask "what do you need, Mistress?" I'd be able to see the anxiety mounting a little now.

"Can you give me a number between one and... hmm, let's say twenty." I'd ask casually. You'd be a bit surprised by the question. You'd take a moment or two to generate an answer, not even really questioning why I was asking.

"Uhhh.. how about eleven" you'd reply.

"Thanks darling. Now go ahead and put yourself in the hand restraints" I'd direct. It'd probably be now that your eyes would start to get wide. Maybe you'd just be starting to get a glimpse of the kind of trouble you were in. You'd become tense and sit up into me.

"Pl- please Mistress, I promise I'll get the tea -- I really mean it" you'd beg. In response, I'd start nice and slow. Maybe I'd start to lightly trace under your stomach under your shirt. Maybe my fingers would wander up to circle your tits. Maybe my thumb would tenderly trace your nipple.

You'd start moaning. You'd start getting needy. You wouldn't know how to reconcile this new, burning, need for me to touch you with the terror you were feeling just a moment earlier. Now, my hand would drift down from your boob back towards your stomach. My other hand would glide to tenderly carass your cheek. By the time my fingers brushed against your cock, my thumb would be in position against your lips.

Your eyes would get even wider now. "Open." I'd command. You'd wimper and obey me before you could even think. You also probably wouldn't be able to help yourself from pushing your crotch into my hand. My thumb would walk along your crying tongue as my other hand massaged your quivering cock. You'd look like such a pathetic mess. Now that I'd gently brushed away all your defenses, I would lean into your ear.

"Listen carefully, honey. I need you to understand something. Are you listening?" I'd softly whisper. You'd moan and quickly nod. "Good. Here's what's going to happen, darling. You're going to put your hands in those handcuffs Mistress bought you, and you're gonna lock both your wrists to the bed. After you do that, you're going to have no way to defend yourself, and then I'm gonna hurt you." I'd feel you hold onto me tighter and whimper while my thumb would explore your mouth. "I'm gonna hurt you so bad. I'm going make you cry and beg me to stop hurting you. You're going to beg me so so much, sweetie, and it's not going to help you." I'd be able to feel you quivering now. "I'm going to make you regret locking yourself in those cuffs. But more than that, I'm going to make you regret asking me to do this to you. I'm going to make you wish over and over and over again you didn't say 'make me'. Because I'm gonna do exactly that. I'm going to make you. Do you understand that, honey?"

You'd be trembling and whimpering so much. It would be really adorable. I'd feel some wetness soak all the way through your underwear and skirt. It would be so cute how pathetic you'd look. I'd pull my thumb out of your mouth and hold your chin. A tendril of spit would come with. I'd make you look me right in the eyes. Then I'd ask once again "do you understand?", this time with sternness.

"Fuck" you'd gasp with tears forming in your eyes. Maybe this would be the exact moment you truly comprehended what you'd done. "I understand Mistress" you'd quiver. "L-look I'm doing it" you'd plead as your trembling hands fumbled with the handcuffs. I wouldn't let you break eye contact. "I'll be good, I'll be so good" you'd promise as your left wrist clicked into the restraint. I'd get a little softer now that you'd done half of what I asked. Maybe I'd even wipe a tear off your cheek with my thumb. You'd get visibly less stressed too. You always valued my approval over everything else. The key to controlling you was to make you show me that; to make you sacrifice anything and everything for even the smallest gesture of approval. To your broken little mind, that tender brush of my thumb was somehow worth the hell I was about to put you through. Your right hand would click into place.

Now there would be a pause. We would both be relaxed. You would find a strange comfort in knowing you have no responsibility over choice anymore, knowing that the die had been cast. I'd feel so satisfied with how easy it was to manipulate you. I'd sigh with euphoria for a second, drinking it all in. Then, the torture would begin.

I'd lazily get off you and out of bed. I'd leave you there, needy and softly wimpering. From the desk I'd grab the piping hot pitcher of tea next to my mug. I'd return to the bed and set it on the nightstand. "Kneel" I'd command. You'd immediately obey me.

Without announcement, my hand would cover your mouth. I'd pinch your nose shut between my thumb and pointer. Your eyes would go so wide. "One" I'd start counting. I'd wait a bit longer than a second. "Two." Your eyes would start watering again. "Three. Good girl." You'd be shaking now. By associating torture with my approval, I wanted to condition you to crave it. Your fluttering eye told me it was working. "Four." Now the panic would begin to set in. It was almost like you'd forgotten I was suffocating you until now. "Five." You'd start adorably bucking your quivering hips toward me. I'd get off to the sight of how pathetic your way of begging for mercy was. "Six. Good girl, keep bucking like that. In fact I'll pause the count if you ever stop, understand sweetheart?" I'd say. You'd nod through tears as you'd desperately hump the pillow you were kneeling on.

"Seven." Now you'd be consumed with a burning urge to move. Your arms would pull against the constraints, your torso would start torquing back and forth. You would desperately fight your body's primal urge to escape this situation at all costs. "Eight." You'd make a mistake. You'd forget to keep humping, lost in the desperation of your full-body thrashing. "Hey, it looks like you stopped humping sweetie. I'm gonna have to suffocate you for a moment here without counting. Sorry baby, I hope you understand." I'd explain. You'd go back to humping that pillow so quickly. Adorably quickly. You'd buck against it with so much energy. It would be really impressive.

You'd look me in the eyes. You'd plead with me. It would feel so intoxicating to see you like this. I'd look right back at you, and I'd really soak in how it felt to have your life in my hand. I'd respond to your pleading eyes by playing with you, playing with your life. I'd squish and stretch it in my hand. You'd see me playing with your life by the sadistic look in my eyes. As you'd understand this, you'd cry a little more and smear a bit more wetness on the pillow. I'd be able to see how good it felt for you to have your life in my hand, how badly you needed someone like me to validate your existence by playing with it. "Nine" I'd finally continue. You'd look relieved. The panic would start to fade.

Now your instincts would break. You'd melt towards me with fluttering eyes, blissfully broken, still mindlessly humping the pillow. You'd impress me so much in that moment darling. It would be the moment you accept even death if it meant gaining my approval. "Ten." Your eyelids would stutter a little and your humping would slow. You'd be so close to the edge.

"Eleven." I'd keep my hand in place for an extra moment to get a final look at your fluttering eyes. Then, I'd retract my hand. You'd immediately gasp and whine, life returning to you. You'd still only have learned half the lesson. Now it was time to show you the rest.

"Hey how are you feeling darling?" I'd ask.

"M- mistress..." you'd choke out "a-anything.. I I'd do anything for you..."

"Even die?" I'd say with a smile. "You seemed pretty serene at the end there."

You'd wimper and avert eye contact. "Ff- fuck.." you'd gasp "y-yes Mistress, even die..."

"Aww. That's too bad," I would tease. You'd just look at me, surprised and deeply distraught. "I don't need you to die. I think you accepted that for nothing, honey." I'd say casually. Now, I'd reach over and pick up the pitcher. "You wanna know what I do need, darling?" I'd ask.

"Please tell me" you'd beg "fuck please Mistress, I'll do anything for you Mistress, just please tell me what you need." You'd be so desperate for my approval. I wouldn't wait any longer to start pouring the boiling hot tea on your shoulder.

"AAAAAAA FUCK FUCK" you'd scream at the top of your lungs. I'd move in closer. With my free hand, I'd start touching myself.

"This is what I need, baby," I'd whisper into your ear as your sobbing screams of agony filled mine. Steam would envelop half your torso. I'd artfully paint permanent burns across your body with the pitcher. "I need you to hurt so so much. I don't need you to die for me, darling. I need you to hurt so bad you wished you could die." I'd sigh into your ear.

"PLEASE PLEASE FFUCK FUCK MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP" you'd plead through screams. Now I'd lean back. I'd make sure we were making eye contact. Then I'd slowly move the pouring pitcher over your crotch as I continued jerking off. I'd smile deeply at you.

"One." The countdown would start.

"AAAAA NONONONO FUCK FUCK" you'd thrash against your restraints as much you could, rocking the bed in the process.

"Two," I'd moan.

"AAAAAAAAA" the scream-sobbing would continue. Blood would begin to join the flow of tea down to the pillow below you.

"Three." You'd convulse, bounce, anything to evade the stream. I'd simply follow you with the pitcher.

"Four," I'd continue. Precum would stain my hand.

"I I I AAAAA FFFUCK" you'd scream. Around here is when you'd likely start to realize that you might never be able cum again.

"Five. Almost halfway there, honey."

"PLEASE MISTRESS, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE" you'd yelp at me. You'd know deep down it wouldn't really change anything.

"Fuuuck. Keep begging like that darling. Six."

"AAAAAA MISTRESS, MISTRESS PLEASE! IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY" you'd babble. Atleast your stream of tears would start to cool down some of the burns all over your ruined tits.

"Seven." My building orgasm would shudder throughout my hips.

"IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY" would be all you could say now. You'd feel nothing but regret. It had been an ok day for you just a few minutes prior. Now you'd never be the same.

"Eight."

"IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SO FUCKING SORRY" your screams would get quieter and become dominated by sobbing as the pain slightly subsides.

"Nine."

"FUCK, fuck, fuck I'm so sorry" you'd wail while the last nerves in your twitching cock died. You'd take a tearful breath of relief at the pain dissipating.

"Ten.. fuck~" I'd gasp, eyes closed. I'd be close. You'd gently cry, getting quieter now. It would sound so fucking cute. "And.. eleven" I'd breathe and stop pouring. "Mmfph~" I'd cum all over whatever was left of your shaft. We'd both stare down at my stickiness slide around the side and drip down from the bottom, mixing with your blood on the pillow below. "Fuckk that felt so good honey" I'd pant. You'd still be looking down in shock, quietly sobbing. "Here" I'd undo the handcuffs. "You're free to go now honey."

You'd cautiously feel around the useless lump of burnt flesh you once called your cock. Your cries would intensify. You wouldn't be able to feel anything down there. My hand would arrive to caress your cheek. "Hey." You'd look up at me. "You did so, so good darling. Mistress is so proud of you." I'd praise. Your eye would flutter a little. You'd take a second to process.

"D- do you" you'd stutter, wiping away your tears "do you mean it?"

"Of course darling," I'd say tenderly, leaning in to kiss your forehead. You'd half-hug me with your unburned side. I'd hug you back. "Now since this pitcher seems to have spilled everywhere, would you be a dear and fetch Mistress that cup of tea over there?" I'd ask. Your breath would catch.

"O- of course Mistress.." You'd stammer.

"Good girl" I'd say.

[death-angel777]

[tiny-icky-whore]

make me get all dolled up and then fuck me until i look like this <33

[3dwithelouise]

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[little-computer]

Choice

(MDNI)

[fem domme x fem sub, p!sspl4y, den!al, fearpl4y, abvse k1nk, s4d0masoch1sm, crying]

"Where are you going darling?" I stopped in the doorway and turned back to her. "Did you already forget our new rule?" the warmth in her voice betrayed the threat of her question.

"Oh right… s- sorry I forgot" I could already feel the fear creeping up my body.

"Mhm. Where are you going?" now with a slight hint of sternness. Shit I should've answered her by now. My leg had started slightly trembling.

"Right um.. I was just going to the bathroom. Is.. that ok?"

"To pee?"

"Yeah…"

She paused an extra beat before answering.

"Oh yeah of course that's ok. Just.. do you think you can hold it for the rest of this episode? It's one of my favorites!" she sounded genuine and kind of bubbly.

"Um… yeah sure!" I walked back to the bed and laid down up against her. I liked seeing how happy and excited she was at this episode. I was excited too to be honest. We snuggled up and she unpaused. It was already hurting a bit but it wasn't too bad since I was laying down still. I started getting back into the episode and stopped noticing the pain.

"Want some?" she offered. I looked away from the screen and saw she was holding the water bottle she kept by the bed.

"Hmm… um-"

"Here" she brought the bottle to my lips and gently lifted. I quickly sat up and started drinking so it wouldn't spill. I forgot if I was even thirsty or not, it felt so warm and fuzzy when she would care for me like this.

"Thank you Mistress.."

"Of course hun." I snuggled into her and she unpaused the show. A wave of pain came over me and I remembered I had to go. It was getting bad now, but there were only five minutes left. I felt guilty I couldn't really pay attention cause the pain was so distracting, but Mistress seemed happy so I didn't say anything.

"Why are you squirming so much dear?" she teased and paused the show again. Shit I thought I was being subtle. It was really hard to hold it in… "Are you grinding against Mistress?" she leaned in a bit.

"N- no I was just…" I turned away. I couldn't say the real reason, she might not like that… "Um I mean… y- yes… sorry Mistress…" I tried to bury my head in the pillow to hide my face. She giggled and pet my head.

Mistress smiled "Silly thing" before unpausing. It was really hard to hold it in without squirming but I was really focused now. I felt like I could do it… Wait shit why was she reaching for the bottle again- "Need more?" she said.

"Um actually I'm-" she tried to bring it up to my lips but I moved my head back. "I'm not really thirsty right now."

"Oh honey, come on. You need to be taking better care of yourself. You remember us talking about that, right?"

"Y- yeah…" It was true, I had troubling taking care of my basic needs sometimes… b- but surely that wasn't why I didn't wanna drink now…

"And you remember you promised to let me take care of you when you couldn't? Right?"

"Y- yes mistress" I could feel myself shaking with fear now… she wouldn't discipline me for something like this… right?

"Hey, it's ok hun. I'm here, I'm not upset at you. Sit up, look at me." I immediately did so -- anything to make her feel ok with me. She wordlessly lifted the bottle back to my lips and started tilting. I couldn't help letting out a wimper before I started gulping. "Good girl. You're doing so good." She rubbed my back with her other hand as my bladder screamed. I couldn't hold back as my whimpers got louder. I tried to move my hands up to stop the bottle but "Hands down." Her praising coos now mixed with that threatening tone I was so familiar with. I immediately put my hands back down. Finally, she stopped pouring and put away the bottle. I gasped for air. I needed to pee so so bad.

"Fuck" I exclaimed without even thinking. I immediately regretted it.

"Hm? What's wrong honey?" Shit. Should I tell the truth?

"Well um… I. Um-"

"Hey. It's ok baby I'm here for you. I wanna make sure you're comfortable, remember?" Right. Yeah she did, of course she did. I must've been getting scared for nothing.

"Th- thank you Mistress. It's just that… I really need to pee…" I waited in dread for that fraction of a second before her response.

She gasped "Oh is that why you didn't wanna drink?" warmth and concern in her voice.

"Y- yeah. I- I'm really sorry I didn't tell you sooner I'm sorry Mistress-"

"Shhh no hey this is totally my fault. I thought I was taking care of you but I really wasn't checking in enough. God you must be hurting, is that why you were whimpering so much?" I felt really relieved and fuzzy she was comforting me instead of punishing me…

"N- no you were just taking care of me it's ok. Th- thank you for caring about me."

"Of course hun" she hugged me.

"Um… could I go pee now Mistress?"

Her response didn't come immediately like I expected. The dread built as one second turned into two. Then three. Finally "Mmm. No darling."

I started trembling again… wh- why would she… My thoughts were interupted by another shot of pain from my bladder. I couldn't help let out a squeal as I clutched my crotch -- I think I leaked a little. I thought I could hear her hold in a laugh. She pulled me in closer with one hand as the other wandered across my leg. "You didn't answer my question honey. Are you whimpering because it hurts?"

"F- fuck… y- yes Mistress…" it was getting so hard to focus on anything with this pain.

"So you're saying I have your hurting to thank for all those pretty little noises you're giving me?" she teased. Her hand wrapped around my inner thigh. I let out a moan and leaned into her. I could feel myself getting more wet -- it didn't seem like pee this time. I needed to go so bad but I n- needed.. I needed- "Come on. Sit in my lap honey." The threatening and warm tones had blended into an undecipherable need to do exactly what she said.

"F- fuck ok. Fuck -- okay Mistress -- f- fuck" I pushed my back against her chest and tucked my head into her neck -- I'd lost all control over my whimpering. It was so hard to think, my crotch was hurting so bad. I held onto Mistress for some form of safety.

"Aww it's always so cute how you curse so much when you're hurting." She started lighting tracing my cock over my pants.

"Fffuck pll please please Mistress, pl-"

"Please what darling?" She was reaching under my shorts now. I immediately squealed and squeezed onto her tighter.

"Please I need to go so bad, please let me go Mistress, pll ple please…" my winces of pain were impossible to tell apart from my whimpers and moans as my vision blurred from tears forming.

"I know baby. I just figured you needed to cum more than you needed to go. But it's your decision honey, I won't keep you here." She gently caressed over my underwear "God it's so cute how wet you are already."

"Mfhfucck ffuuc" I whined "Pllleas pllleease fuck me Mistress, pllea- mmfuck me"

"Oh? But I thought you said you needed to go? Which is it darling?" Her hand wandered up from my crotch. Her pinky and ring fingers started apathetically petting my cock while her thumb slowly pushed down into my bladder. I squealed and started to beg faster and faster as the pain grew. I clutched my crotch over her hand -- tears were flowing now. I heard her breath catch as she let out a moan. "Fuuckk. Such a cute thing. Which is it darling? Do you want to cum or pee?" Fuck it hurt so bad, I couldn't think. I needed to be fucked so bad but it hurt so fucking bad. Fuck I- I couldn't think.

"f- fffuck M- Mistress pll please, please decide for me Mistress, please"

"… what did you just say?" All the warmth had evaporated from her voice. Now her hand retracted from my underwear and she pressed down on my bladder with her full palm. I screamed and squirmed as a spurt soaked my underwear. Her other hand immediately jumped to tightly clasp over my mouth and nose. I started squirming and panicking, gasping for breath.

"You can breath when you stop squirming. Do you understand?" I tried to nod and hold as still as possible while tidal waves of pain hit me over and over. I managed to settle down even as my panic grew and grew. I felt her get harder against my ass as my tears weaved through her fingers. "Fffuck" she sighed. "Good girl. In just a second I'm gonna let you breath and you're gonna make your choice. Mistress can't decide for you. Do you understand?" Another spurt of piss forced its way out -- it was so so hard to hold it.

I nodded through my trembling. She sighed and moaned in acknowledgement of my submission. A tendril of saliva mixed with my tears and dripped from her clasped hand which lingered over my mouth. She savored the moment. Finally, she eased the pressure on my bladder and let me breath.

"FFUCK" I gasped and whimpered, trying not to choke on my tears.

"What's your choice?" she asked coldly.

Fuck I didn't know I didn't "mmfg I I need both s- so bad Mistress I it's s-so hard to choose-"

She pressed on my bladder.

"AAA FFUck p- please i nn- need more time" I begged.

She sighed softly and pressed harder.

"AAFUCK m- my choice is-" I was interrupted by a tear I choked on. The pain was so bad I c- couldn't ffucking think "FFUCK ll- let me pee let me pee pl- please that's mm- ffuck that's my ch- choice…" She giggled while she released my bladder, the warmth returning to her voice.

"So pathetic" Mistress said playfully. "Y'know-" she continued as she moved her hand to cover my cock "you sound like you need to go really bad. Wouldn't it be quicker if you just went in my hand?"

"FFFUCk mmffu- pllea- please-"

"Piss in my hand darling. Now."

"FFFUCK, FUCK" I yelped through tears It was so fucking humiliating, I didn't- I didn't want to but- gghhffuck-

I let everything go. I stuffed my forehead into her neck and drooled down her chest, moaning. My piss filled her palm. "Good girl, so pathetic for me. Keep going darling, you're doing soo good." Warmth expanded across my crotch and stomach. Her other hand pulled my hip in and grinded it against her cock -- she enjoyed seeing me like this.

"mmffgr- fuck" I whimpered at her "it f- it feels so good Mistress…"

"I'm really glad darling. Just remember this feeling when I touch you every day for the next week and never let you cum." I clutched onto her and cried harder. The warmth was reaching my knees and wrapping around my ass. "You earned this. When you finish peeing all over yourself, I'm gonna keep torturing you. Savor this moment darling."

"Fffuck… th- thank you Mistress." The pee drenched her lap now.

"For what honey?" The pain was dissolving, I felt so relieved, so warm and fuzzy.

"Mmffg.. h- hurting me…" butterflies fluttered in my stomach as the words escaped my mouth. She pulled my head close and let out a slight giggle. I felt so safe in her arm. The last few spurts of piss slipped between her fingers resting on my cock. The mess felt so uncomfortable, I needed to change… I wanted her not to let me.

"It's so adorable that I didn't even have to force you to say that. You're such a pathetic little thing. So cute." She reached under my underwear and starting groping. My moaning got faster and higher pitched as my grip on her tightened again and I began faintly begging. "Now. Are you ready to think about the choice you made darling?"

[narcissistichedonist]

she broke down in tears because i keep denying her that sweet coveted orgasm that would absolve her from her torturous need

unfortunately, i haven't an ounce of guilt so i'll keep you on the edge, where i like you the best

my darling doll

[fxmdomstuff]

I'd love to milk the cum out of you till you're shaking and crying in my arms to stop. Wanna beg me to stop? Go ahead. It'll just make me go harder.

You should know hearing you cry just makes me more eager to get more tears out of you slut.

[gummysharksafterdark]

Fuck me hard enough to make me cry and lick my tears away, telling me what a precious little prince I am…

[subbyreincarnetor]

If someone doesn't grab me by the chin and aggressively kiss me while backing me into a corner, I'm gonna do terrible things*.