#exhibition concept

[hildegardladyofbones]

Another art exhibition concept: deconstruction

I invite you the viewer into the art itself and construct installations only to take them apart. I study the unknown inner mechanisms of the brush stroke. I take the impressionist, i take what is allergic to logic, and i destroy it permanently with an analytical eye. The moral of the exhibition would be "I am not the creator, I am the messenger, I do not know the contents of the letter"

[delusionalinsecurewreckpiningphd]

exhibition concept: creative projects that are half way abandoned for whatever reasons

[nobelisha]

wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.

when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.

at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.

on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.

in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare

never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.

just..violate when i can’t do anything about it

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Smile for the Camera

It’s 10pm sharp when I start my stream. I’ve always been on time, always with my makeup on flawlessly, hair styled perfectly, and bedroom set curated just right to show my pretty pink sheets and collection of toys.

I smile and wave at the camera, tossing my hair back to reveal the pink lingerie set I’ve chosen for tonight.

“Good evening everyone! I’m sooo glad to see so many of you tuning in!”

The chat inbox floods with greetings from my audience and there’s an influx of money that comes from my particularly generous viewers. I giggle and flirt with my viewers, many of whom who have become regulars in my viewership population.

Someone in the audience asks for a strip tease and I feel my pussy pulse in response, looking forward to a night of performing for my devoted viewers.

I start slow, running my fingers up and down my body, brushing gently over my lingerie-clad nipples and whimpering loudly for the microphone to pick up. My eyes stare into the camera, all of my thoughts melting away as I fall into my role of entertainer.

Teasingly, I pull along the shoulder straps of my top, letting the fabric fall away from my chest to show off my perky tits and hardened nipples that are always a fan favorite. My hands dance over my chest, pulling gently at my nipples in a way that makes my moans completely genuine. My eyes glance to the screen and I see the excitement building in my chat box, and my account balance steadily rising.

Suddenly, I hear the lock on my door click and my body goes cold. The door to my room is out of the video shot, behind my camera setup and before I can even react, the door slams open.

I let out a startled yelp as my arms instinctively cover my chest. In the corner of my eye, I see the chat go crazy as my audience tries to figure out what it is they’re hearing but not seeing off screen. My attention is wholly focused on the man whose frame fills my doorway.

I scramble off my bed. “What the fuck? Why are you in my house?” My voice is shaking with fear and shrill with panic. I’m far too preoccupied to even think about the livestream anymore.

My fear deepens when I see him leer at me and stalk through my door and towards me without any hesitation.

“A fucking whore like you should be more gracious to me,” he says, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint. He and I are both in the camera’s view now and the viewers on my stream are firing off more messages than before, speculating over who he is and what is going on.

Without saying anything else, he moves to me faster than I can evade and grabs my hair. My mouth opens to scream but before sound can escape, he throws me chest down onto my bed. The air is forced out of my lungs and for a moment, I’m still and stunned. The next moment, he’s on me.

His hand is buried in my hair, keeping my face pressed down against the bed while he forces my ass up into the air. I struggle uselessly against him, unable to push up off the bed or move myself away from his ironclad grip. My cries are muffled against my bed and I want to scream and yell for help but there’s not enough air in my lungs.

His free hand lands a sharp slap against my ass that make me jolt forwards and arch my back further in pain. He doesn’t give me time to adjust as he begins to land blow after blow. My arms begin to flail, fingers scrambling for something to hold onto as I struggle.

“Stop fucking moving, whore,” he growls at me. I feel the spanks subside for a moment and I can feel my ass burning red and throbbing from the pain. My head spins from the abuse and the lack of oxygen. I feel his large hand find my wrist, his fingers locking around me in a bruising hold as he yanks my arm behind my back, straining my shoulder.

The hand on my head finally comes away and I raise my head just enough to gasp in much-needed oxygen. In that split second, he’d grabbed and secured my other arm behind my back as well, his one hand effortless holding my arms crossed behind my back. My body is still bent over, knees on the bed and ass up in the air. My only saving grace is that I can raise my head enough to breathe and glance at my laptop, showing the livestream still ongoing.

My eyes dart across the screen, reading messages as fast as I can. None of them show any concern for me, in fact, a vast majority are discussing how much they wished they were the ones holding my body down in this moment.

“Fuck yes, show that whore her place.”

“God, what would I do to be there to punish her for always teasing us.”

“I bet her cunt is dripping wet right now.”

I whine softly when I see that message because it’s right. “Please, let me go!” I turn my head to look at the menace of a man behind me. He flashes a dark grin at me, “Not until I fuck you out of your whore mind.”

His words echo in my head and panic rises within me. “Please! No! Stop! Someone help me!” I make eye contact with the camera, begging at its cold, dark lens.

He laughs behind me. “There’s no one here to help you, whore. You and I both know that every single person watching behind their computer screen is more than eager to see your whore body get ruined.”

As he speaks, his free hand pulls his belt and pants undone enough for him to pull his massive cock out. I let out a choked gasp when I see it.

“Wait, no, please, you’re too big, it’s not going to fit! Please!” My voice shakes and I start to struggle harder against him. His body dwarfs mine and I watch through the camera as he rips my panties off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, whore.” I feel the head of his cock brush against my dripping slit and my eyes widen.

“Wait, please-” My begging ends in a wail as he slams himself into me to the hilt. The painful stretch makes tears spring into my eyes but unimaginable pleasure quickly follows as his cock nudges into every sensitive spot inside of me. He doesn’t give me time to adjust as he begins to rut into me mercilessly.

Every thrust makes my body shake with pain-tinged pleasure and pathetic moans are spilling out of my mouth as my eyes roll upwards. My hazy vision catches a glimpse of us on the camera. I look like a rag doll, back arched, ass in the air, and shuddering as he towers over me, his cock sinking into my cunt.

Every thrust is accompanied by the squelch of my wetness and the sound of our bodies slamming into each other. The bed creaks under us as his body moves like a machine, drilling into me. “Fuck, you tight fucking whore, your pussy was made for me huh?”

His voice is guttural. Suddenly, he grips my upper arms and yanks me upwards. His other hand comes around to grip my throat as he traps me against his front. The new angle makes his cock stab even deeper into me, forcing a cry from my lips.

“Look at the fucking camera, whore. Show them what a fucked out little slut you are. Go ahead, smile for the camera.” His thrusts seem to come even faster now.

I have tears falling from my eyes as my face reddens from his constricting grip around my neck.

“Smile or I choke you out on my cock like this,” he snarls, hips never stuttering in their punishing pace. I let out a muffled groan and try my best to focus myself enough to obey.

I stare through half-lidded eyes at the camera, barely coherent. My lips pull up in a small, desperate smile as I feel myself gradually running out of air.

“Good fucking whore. Now tell them how much you like having your whore cunt fucked.” His hand leaves my throat and goes to pinch my clit harshly, making me squeal.

“Ah- I like having, ah-, my whore cunt fucked!” My voice is hoarse, my orgasm fast approaching as he starts to roughly roll my clit between his fingers.

“That’s right, and you’re going to cum like this aren’t you, whore? Come on, cum all over me, show them how much you love this.” His words combined with the brutal assault on my body push me over the edge and with a desperate wail, I fall apart.

I hear him groan lowly behind me as my pussy clenches around him, my orgasm ripping through my senses. He uses my body harder than ever, treating me like a sex toy as he chases his own release. He slams himself into me one final time as he erupts, his grip bruising my arms as he keeps me in place.

I collapse against him, a boneless, overstimulated mess. He lets me down gently onto the bed, pulling out of me. The sound of his cock squelching out of my pussy makes my viewers more than aware of how well-fucked I am. He steps away from the bed and towards my filming setup. He leans into the camera and smirks.

“Let me know how else you want to see this whore fucked. If your idea is good, maybe I’ll let you come and enjoy her too.” With that, he shuts the camera off and closes out of the streaming site.

My body is still limp on the bed. I feel him settle next to me and pull me close before brushing my hair away from my forehead and kissing my nose.

“Do you think they liked me?” His murmurs.

“They loved you,” I say, breathless and drowsy from what we just did.

“I hope so, I wouldn’t want my debut on your stream to make a bad first impression,” he says, frowning down at me a little. It makes me let out a soft laugh.

I tilt my head up to kiss his jawline, “Only you would fuck the life out of me on livestream and then worry that you did a bad job.”

I giggle again and he grumbles back at me, “Shut up and sleep, I’ll clean up.” His kiss on my forehead is the last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Designs by Norman Bel Geddes (1930s)

[sentimental-lity]

Daddy told me to be his good girl tonight to send him a sexy video of me playing with my favorite toy… now he’s calling me a brat :( I dont get it, does anyone know what i did wrong :’(

[lovelyscourge]

All I've been thinking about for the past two days is going out with a cute sub and not wearing panties. And I wouldn't tell them until we're in the car and grab their hand. Initially, it'd look so sweet, I'm just kissing it. But then I'd guide it downwards and make their fingers brush against my bare cunt.

The surprised gaze would turn into ‘please, let's go back inside’ eyes so quickly. And all I'd do is kiss their cheek and tell them to drive.

I know they would try to be discreet but deep down they're but my perfect pet, a sweet thing conditioned to crave me. All they'd think about is kneeling and eating me out; needing to taste me and feel me pulling them close, tugging at their hair and inebriated with pleasure.

I'd have so much fun teasing them. Discreetly flashing my little dove to watch their cheeks turn red and their mind go blank for a moment. It wouldn't matter how much my little dove begged, I wouldn't let them anywhere near my cunt until we were back home.

They're perfect when they're desperate for me. 🩶💋

[just-a-forest-nymph]

Overstimulation Ultimatum:

“Please. I can’t anymore.” My voice is weeping whine as my body trembles. My mantra of pleas are swallowed by your mouth as you give me a sloppy kiss. You suck my bottom lip before you pout at me with a faux sympathetic frown. Petting my hair and pulling my back closer to your front as you rock my impaled hips back and forth. Your thrusts are slow and deep as you nibble my ear and whisper into it.

“Oh? Is my Pretty Cumslut getting tired? I’ll make you a deal… Tell me how many times you’ve cum and I’ll stop and draw you a well deserved bath. If you can’t… well. Whatever wrong number you give is how many more times you have to cum before we’re done.”

Just as you finish speaking, my walls tighten and whimpers spill from my mouth. My mind feels like it’s floating through the convulsions. I feel disoriented. Too focused on the fullness of you rubbing against my walls to think straight. I can hardly process your words. Wracking my brain, I come up blank. I don’t know how many times. Breathless, I moan out a random number that feels right. “Eight?”

Your hands tighten on my hips and you laugh against my neck. I know before you even speak that you are now nowhere near finished with me. I guessed wrong.

*Tsk. Tsk. Tsk* “So close. That last one was number nine. Make sure to count properly this time yeah?”

[babydollcer]

why is predicament bondage so hot

like tie me up with a crotch rope and nipple clamps suspended slightly so I have to choose between nipple and pussy torture

or leave me tied on a sybian for hours but make it so I can move up a little to relent the vibrating on my clit but in turn it pulls and pinches my nipples harder so I can only stand it for a minute at a time before I have to go back to torturing my own poor clit :/

something so hot about having to torture yourself in other ways if you want to feel the slightest bit of relief. knowing someone is getting off on watching you struggle

[nobelisha]

fuck me in the hallway.

let people pass by, some making disgusted faces and others lingering for a second too long. others, typically in groups, get closer. it starts with jeering and then asking to touch, not asking me of course. with my masters consent they touch all over me, pulling, slapping, and groping. it finally turns into them fucking me, plunging in and out of each of my holes. others stay to watch or pull out their phones to record me being fucked like the slut i am

[pretty-good-girl]

noooo please don't edge me and only let me cum when i'm being milked. it would be like. soooo bad if you conditioned me to associate orgasms with milking. it would be soooo bad.

especially if after a while you, like, didn't keep up with my milking schedule, so i started leaking in public, and because you've conditioned me to associate dripping with cumming, i'll have no choice but to cum on the spot. that would be sooooo bad. i would totally hate that

[awakenthebeing]

(Mainly leaving this here for storage per usual!! Don't mind it too much) (Do not worry Fake Peppino is okie. The grab is firm but not with intent to harm)

(The words at the last image btw are "that is enough")

[fhtagn-and-tentacles]

GOOD FOR HEALTH

by TERU

[kissesbya]

Whimpering and dripping through my panties while they continue to tease me >>>>

[heloveshisplaything]

That's it princess, don't mind me breaking out this camera. You're gonna be my pretty little movie star. We'll make the hottest home movies and I'll even force you to watch them the next time I pin you to the bed, all so you can see how perfect you look from my perspective.

[babydollcer]

I love being tied up so I'm on my tiptoes, struggling to keep upright with the tip of a huge dildo in my cunt and nipple clamps pulling my tits upwards. the second my legs get tired and I have to put my heels down for a break, I'm met with my nipples being pulled too far to the ceiling, a vibrator pummeling my clit and a cock far too big buried deep in my pussy

'if it starts to get too much, you can always try getting back on your tiptoes darling. or is my little slut incapable of controlling her own body as soon as she starts getting fucked like the whore she is?'

leave me there for hours as I go between wobbling on my aching legs, and my nipples being tortured whilst I cum over and over