#sensory kink

[cybercanibalism]

Fuck me, fuck me please, I need to feel what it's like to have it inside me. I need to feel a warm body on mine, hands running over my extended body, I need to feel the passion of sex with someone I love. To hell with it, better with anyone who generates me and I have enough confidence. Make me beg, sob, drool, scream and moan, cover my mouth when I'm too loud, Cover my eyes when I am becoming more secret, strangle me to suffocate my breathing, Cover my ears to whisper the most obscene things to me, and slowly turn me into a puppet for your pleasure. Don't get me wrong, if I get bored, I'll be forced to become my puppet, do it right, make me happy and I'll make you happy.

[meltingfin1]

I'm yours

[sundered-sadist]

Another convoluted one for you objectification lovers.

Cages in a dynamic are really important to me. I strongly believe in stripping away privileges like furniture and beds from submissives, so the natural result is a cage.

I’d love to keep you in a cage every night, all sensory deprived and bound. The fun part is, at least for a few days, I won’t remove your sensory deprivation. You’ll be let out of the cage, but still pretty helpless.

When I’m confident your brain is sufficiently mush, I’ll take you out on a picnic. You’ll get all of your senses back, except sight. I’ll have you wear some blackout contact lenses, and you’ll be fully dependent on me leading you through the park to our picnic.

When we’re there, I’ll shock you as I please with a shock collar wrapped around your thigh, under your dress. We’ll look like a perfectly vanilla, happy couple and nobody will be aware of just how helpless you are for me.

By the time we’re back home you’ll be begging to be turned back into my stored object.

[unapologetic-boy-kisser]

Imagine being at a bdsm club, or a kink party, and finding a room full of people in complete darkness. Stepping into the black room, immediately getting groped as someone pulls you in and starts kissing on your neck. Another person reaches out to stroke your face in the dark, going by outline as their mouth traces a path to your straining cock. Moving further into the mass of writhing bodies, you kiss at least 5 people before you get too focused by someone pressing their fingers inside you to do anything but whine.

All your senses would be on fire, not being able to see anything makes your body so much more sensitive, you're dripping as someone that could be anyone bends you over an unknown piece of furniture and slips their unprotected cock in your wet hole. Your moans blend in with a symphony that echoes within the close walls, several pairs of hands pinching you nipples and pulling your hair and guiding their cock past your lips. You'd lose track of how many people would cum inside you, completely free use in the darkness.

[xochimillilili]

Kinktober day 14: Wax/ Candle play

Need to tie up my sweet pet in their soft little puppy bed, have them gagged and naked, a vibrator whirring softly between their legs. Have them staring up at me with those sweet pretty puppy eyes all wide and fuzzy brained, so cute, so innocent. Kissing their forehead once before pulling back, carefully lighting the candle just out of sight, and trailing my free hand around their body softly. Seeing them relax and melt into me even more, get them so eased up and calm that I can clearly see the flinch and small squirm and the way their eyes widen at the touch of heat as they feel the first drop of wax fall onto their skin

Come on sweetheart, let me paint your skin all pretty tonight once more. You know pup, this wax color really does suit you... it looks gorgeous against your soft skin, really makes those marks from your earlier belt spanking just pop all pretty~

[submissivequinn2]

Leave me tied up like this for hours 🫦

[brviseslvt]

Sensory deprivation.... Blindfolded, gagged, limbs restrained, noise cancelling headphones on. Being driven to insanity with each touch. Loving someone so much you trust them to torture you like this. Completely at their mercy and loving every painful second. Ugh.

[needycatboy]

neck kisses that start gentle and flirty while you cook dinner together. neck kisses that start straying teasingly close to your sensitive spots, just enough to wake up your arousal. neck kisses when you make out later that night, hastily trailing up your collar to land a sharp nip to your jawline. neck kisses that leave bruises that your shirt will cover at work tomorrow. neck kisses when you're shuddering and squirming under them, cocky and scathing in the way they bite down hard on you because they like the pathetic way you gasp in response.

[c0rpsep4rty]

been thinking about blindfolds a lot lately. typing up his hands and covering his eyes so he can’t touch me and doesn’t know what’s going to happen next, i know my little slut would start dripping in anticipation

[al-911]

There is a craving within you. An itch, never quite scratched. You have been tied up. You have been tickle tortured, and quite severely at that. You've blurred the lines between pleasure and torture, chasing the desperate high of being broken.

But there is always something else. A feeling you get, when you see or imagine bondage that would make most people recoil. You are curious to see just how close to evil bondage can be. You don't want someone just to dominate you.

You want a VILLAIN. And, in all seriousness, I would love to be this villainous for someone. These ideas might seem like pipe dreams, but never say never...

If you are a lee who would try any of these... let me know.

Maybe you'd like to be bricked up, bound or shackled to the wall, losing your freedom brick by brick. Temporarily, of course. And rest assured there will be removable bricks to slide instruments of ticklish torment into the dark chamber which will echo with your laughter.

Perhaps you'd like to experience being buried. Maybe you've even tried it at the beach, but sand doesn't quite provide enough restraint for your tastes...

When even the subterranean restraints aren't enough, there is always a coffin. Perhaps you could have those scalp massagers strapped to your feet, and actually be buried (shallowly) for a while, while you scream loud enough to wake the dead.

No, the coffin isn't immobile enough? Very well. How about expanding foam, to totally envelope you?

Or a full body cast?

Concrete?

An iron maiden?

No, you're right, not enough exposed, ticklish skin. And we mustn't forget a single inch... including your ears and the roof of your mouth.

Perhaps form fitting, unyielding metal is what you desire. Leaving strategic spots exposed... I wonder if this young lady is ticklish around her collarbones?

Let me be your villain.

[erostims]

yeahhhmaybe

[thesensories]

studiohsales on instagram

[xochimillilili]

Wish I could tie my pretty sweetheart up, set them all out for me on the bed, have them all nice and comfy maybe I'll settle a soft kiss on their lips before slowly trailing ice around their body— seeing how they squirm and twitch as the cold goes across their skin, a mix of stinging pain and delicate pleasure on them~

Denying their pleads to cum by shoving an ice into their mouth, making them feel my cock grow hard inside their warm little cunt from their desperate muffled cries and whimpers~

[yanderejustforyou]

A little too much

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Genre: Dark Romance with Food Kink

You stood in the dimly lit kitchen, the only sound being the soft hum of the refrigerator in the corner. Kuroo Tetsurou, the intimidating and charismatic volleyball player, stood before you, his eyes fixed on yours with an unnerving intensity.

He had always been a man of few words, but when he spoke, his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. "I've been waiting for you," he said, his eyes never leaving yours. "I have a craving that only you can satisfy."

As he took a step closer, you could smell the scent of cooking oil and spices wafting from his skin. Your stomach growled in anticipation, despite the trepidation that gripped your heart.

Kuroo's hands moved with precision as he began to prepare a meal, his fingers dancing across the countertops with a sensual grace. He chopped vegetables with swift strokes, the knife glinting in the faint light. The sound of sizzling meat filled the air as he cooked up a storm, each dish more tantalizing than the last.

But it wasn't just about food; it was about control. Kuroo's eyes seemed to bore into your soul as he presented each dish to you, his fingers brushing against yours as you took your first bite. The flavors exploded on your tongue, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of being under Kuroo's command.

As you ate, Kuroo watched you with an unblinking gaze, his eyes drinking in every reaction. He fed you morsels of food from his own fingers, each touch sending sparks through your body. You felt like a puppet on strings, dancing to Kuroo's tune as he orchestrated this twisted culinary ballet.

The meal ended all too soon, leaving you feeling both satisfied and unsettled. Kuroo's hands closed around your wrists like cuffs as he pulled you closer. His lips brushed against yours in a kiss that was both gentle and suffocating.

"You taste better than any dish I've ever created," he whispered against your lips. "And now that I've had a taste... I'll never let you go."

As Kuroo's lips lingered on yours, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His grip on your wrists tightened, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss. The flavors of the meal still danced on your tongue, but it was Kuroo's taste that overwhelmed you - a heady mix of spices and darkness.

He pulled back, his eyes gleaming with a possessive light. "You're mine now," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "My ingredient, my dish, my dessert."

Kuroo's hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your waist and hips. He touched you like a chef handling delicate ingredients, his fingers probing and exploring every inch of your skin. You felt like a dish being prepared for consumption, and the thought sent a thrill through you.

The kitchen around you grew darker, the shadows deepening as Kuroo's touch ignited a fire within you. He led you to a small table in the corner, where a single chair waited. Kuroo sat down, pulling you onto his lap as he began to feed you again - this time, it was sweet pastries and creamy desserts.

Each bite was a sensual experience, Kuroo's fingers brushing against yours as he fed you. The tastes exploded on your tongue, but it was the feeling of being controlled that truly thrilled you. You were Kuroo's plaything, his toy to be used and savored.

As the night wore on, the food disappeared, replaced by Kuroo's kisses and touches. You felt like a dish being devoured, consumed by Kuroo's hunger for control and possession. And yet, despite the darkness of it all, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him - like a moth to flame.

Kuroo's hands closed around your throat, his fingers gentle but firm. "You're mine," he whispered again, his eyes burning with intensity. "Forever mine."

In that moment, you knew that you were trapped - caught in Kuroo's web of desire and control. But as his lips claimed yours once more, you wondered if escape was even possible... or if you wanted to escape at all.

[autumnfaepuppy]

maybe im only asexual because the autism makes sexual sensations and touching skin feel overwhelming

gets hit by the sex repulsion

nevermind

[lesbianinthesea]

You can’t see anything but you can hear the music and people cooing in your ear.

“Such a beautiful toy you are.” You shiver as you feel a hand trace your spin.  

“Sensitive little thing aren’t you?”

All you can do is whine and whimper with the ball gag tightly in place, the rope digging into your skin.

“Look at how wet she is.” Someone else teases and rubs you from behind. It feels so good. Want more, need more.  

You pull against your restraints, desperately seeking more.

“Aww are you really that needy darling?”

“I’ve got exactly what she needs”, a low humming starts and oh fuck.

“See? She likes it. Don’t you, sweetheart.” You don’t know how much more you can take. Drooling and panting just as you’re about to tip over, the vibe is moved away.

“We’re not done yet, we’re having too much fun toying with you.” For hours on and off, you feel hands groping at you, toys and tongues at your most sensitive areas. At one point someone takes off the gag.

“PLEASE I NEED-“, you managed to choke out before you feel lips on yours filling your lungs with smoke. The gag is put back on and the blindfold is removed but everything is so hazy that you can’t see.

“You’re so cute and you cry such sweet tears.”

You feel someone start pounding into you. Fuck, finally please more I-I’m. Your whole body shakes as you cum. Your body goes limp and your vision darkens as you hear giggles fading in the distance.