#mask kink
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cyb3rdoll · 2 days ago
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a lil in colour 💗
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scariestmaskedman · 1 day ago
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princess-fae · 3 days ago
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the jammies were tooooo cute not to show off
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grossd0ll · 2 days ago
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first date idea👀
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sissysgoddess · 2 days ago
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Available for Sale.
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crucifxck · 3 days ago
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my incredibly talented best friend did this tattoo for me, thank you for supporting my delulus @thisiswhatwedointheshadows 🥰❤️
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cyb3rdoll · 9 hours ago
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<3
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lululovespinkandbows · 4 hours ago
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I WANT A MAN LIKE THIS SO BAD!!!!!!
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letmetakecare · 2 days ago
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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.
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scariestmaskedman · 11 hours ago
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citrusbarking · 3 days ago
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yee-hore X3
A southern older brother who, Just like any other teen is perfect normal for the outside. He is outgoing, drinks, smokes, and has made more bad decisions then good, he is popular around their family’s small southern farming town and can have any chick from he fucking wanted….but he has a secret he kept…even from his beloved little brother… he was the local vigilante cowboy under the identity of Slinger, face hidden…He could never tell his brother and risk getting him hurt…that didn't stop him from using his Identity as Slinger for his little brothers protection…
He monitors his little brother by always being around…rangling him and just bothering him in general..befriending him in his outlaw identity while his sibling was none the wiser to the truth, telling him he has to kept it a secret so people don’t know he is bumping elbows with a outlaw…
tonight he had came across his “innocent” brother on his knees for some local trashy man. Moments later His little brother all tied up on the back of his horse due to him getting lassoed away.
"Tch…you gotta stop ending up in dangerous situations yer hear me boy?” Slinger lecture like normal, the little dumb pup whining and wriggling, “what would your damn brother say...” He grunted ironically…his mind momentarily… short-circuiting at the sight of..his little brother all flushed with big wet eyes and tore up knees…all tied up in his lasso…just made his big brotherly instincts fizzle out, leaving his poor little brother with a true out law.
shoving him off of horse, his little brother landed with a hard thud, dazed and frightened he looked up as slinger put him on his back and tugged of his pants “Slinger!! The hell!! N-no stop!” His little brother yipped and barked like a pup trying to be scary, he just kept going, it only took moments to have himself in line with his little brothers slick puffy slit, rubbing the head up and down…before shoving it in with a loud unmuffled grunt, his little brother crying and kickings drowned out into holding his shoulders and and weakly whimpering, begging for him not finsh finsh inside because “my big brother will kill me if I get knocked up! I can’t- I can’t- don’t want pups!!”
bonus points if after he is done r4ping his little pups holes he leaves him vulnerable, far away from town, only to come back a hour later back as his big brother pretending to have been searching for his poor little brother….scooping him up and promising never to let him out of the house alone again…
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kindinb00 · 9 months ago
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cyb3rdoll · 2 days ago
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mini skirts are prettier without panties <3
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vanillaicetribe · 3 months ago
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scariestmaskedman · 2 days ago
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