You're spread out naked on a table as a presenter exhibits you to a room of people. They describe your body explicitly and talk about you like an object of curiosity, and the audience stares, intrigued. The presenter begins to stimulate you, remarking on your reactions. They pinch your nipple, and they remark on how when they do that, your nipples get hard, blood flows to your pussy, and your pussy starts to get wet to prepare for penetration. They say that these are all signs of sexual arousal, and you feel yourself blush.
They brush their gloved finger ever so gently along your wet pussy, flicking your clit, and explain that when they do that, you become more aroused, and that's why you're breathing faster and squirming a little. As they say this, you try to keep still.
The whole time they're doing this, you can feel the audience's eyes on you, and the air against your naked skin. You feel yourself involuntarily exhibiting all of the reactions the presenter is listing - hair standing on end, your heartbeat in your pussy, shakes, twitches, involuntary gasps or slight moans. Every time they predict a reaction and then force your body to do it, you feel more and more like a thing made for their amusement. But your pussy is so wet and you're desperate to be touched, even though it's so embarrassing to be put on display like this, moaning and writhing in front of all these people.
The last demonstration of the exhibit is showing them what it looks like and sounds like when you orgasm. Assistants step in to help with this step. Two begin to suck on your tits, flicking your nipples with their tongues. You moan involuntarily, writhing on the table. One lubes up a dildo and slides it into your pussy, pumping in and out of you excruciatingly slowly. Your eyes rolls back and your mouth gapes open, but you try to stifle your moans and resist the urge to touch yourself. In between gasps, you beg them to stop, not to make you cum in front of this room of strangers. But then one assistant begins to pump your swollen clit between their fingers, and within a few seconds you're screaming, unable to control yourself. The audience sits forward in their seats at this spectacle. You writhe and scream, shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, and as the come-down starts, you feel the dozens of eyes watching you and you want to crawl into a hole and disappear. You didn't want to cum in front of all these people, really. You just couldn't help it, it was so much. You didn't enjoy it, right?
The audience is amazed. They'll definitely tell all their friends about this fascinating new exhibit. Those friends will definitely buy tickets to the show tomorrow night. And the next. And the next...
Strong sub. Big strong subby puppy. You’re only able to pin him down when he lets you. You didn’t win dominance over him, he gave it to you. Tied up in restraints that only keep him down if he doesn’t try to struggle. And he doesn’t try. He trusts you, he relinquished himself to you, he lets you get him out of his own head, you couldn’t physically overpower him if you tried, but he lays under you nonetheless. I think trust is pretty damn hot.
Normalise sex being fun and funny, not taking it entirely serious and knowing things will not go to plan. Being able to laugh at maybe a slightly strange sound or an unexpected move or slipping up on words when trying to be serious. It’s not p0rn, it’s real people and it’s not going to be a perfectly rehearsed sexy scene it’s real and human. If you can’t have fun and laugh with your partner even in some compromising positions you’re missing out. Keep a list of funny moments and sentences, it’s so much more personal and intimate when you can joke with each other.
DOMS NEED AFTERCARE TOO!!!
Tell them they did good
Remind them they didn’t hurt you and that you are mentally ok
If they did hurt you tell them how much you enjoyed it
Tell them you felt safe in your scene
Make sure they hydrate and refuel with a little snack if they need it
Thank them for fulfilling your desires
Cuddle them, pet them, hold them
If either of you safeworded discuss why you did so and how to prevent it from progressing that far in the future
Relax! Watch a movie play some video games together! Don’t just leave or ask them to leave afterwards…doms are not just sentient sex toys
okay I know this is not what anyone wants to see while they’re on their horny account but we seriously need to have a conversation about how to recognize underage blogs because I’m getting real concerned about the number of people I’ve been seeing the past couple days seemingly unknowingly interacting with blogs that are full of coded messages about how the user running them is a minor advertising CSAM
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
Date idea! You dump load after load into me until I'm dumb and blissed out and both my holes are leaking cum
i’m staying over for a couple days and when i arrive you notice i’ve got that bracelet on. you know, the one that means i’m free use while i’m wearing it, the one that means i want to be groped, felt up, bent over and fucked whenever you like.
so you ignore it.
we hang out all day and night and you do nothing. it’s great, we watch a movie, get takeout, and have a lovely time, but you see me glancing your way every so often, shifting in my seat, not-so-subtly playing with the bracelet on my wrist.
i think maybe you’ve forgotten or are too distracted to notice it.
you’re not. you’re waiting for me to forget. to stop anticipating your gaze and your movements.
i’m preparing breakfast the next morning, having accepted that maybe you’re just not feeling it, when i feel hands from behind me, one sneaking under my shirt to run across my chest, and one pushing past the waistband of my boxers to stroke my cock.
i moan, completely caught out, and flush at my loud response, covering my mouth with a start.
“keep going,” you say, pushing your groin against my ass and lazily playing with my dick.
i stammer and shake under your touch. “w-with breakfast o-or with… m-mmoaning?”
you laugh. “breakfast can wait,” you say, and move me to the dining table. you bend me over the wooden surface and smirk at the whine that escapes me as you feel up my ass over my boxers. “i don’t know why you’re acting all surprised,” you purr, “you’ve been begging for this since you walked in the door. or did you think i forgot that your bracelet meant you’re my own personal fucktoy?”
i whimper, not even able to respond with words, and instead push my ass back into you, eliciting another laugh.
“see? this is why i made you wait. isn’t it so much more fun when it’s a surprise? when i can reduce you to a speechless mess in an instant?” you run a hand between my legs and press at the wet patch soaking through my boxers. “god. wet already? what a slut.”
all i can do is nod frantically and whimper. yes, yes, i’m a slut, i’m your slut, fuck me, fuck me now
you hook a thumb under my waistband and pause. i wiggle my ass in anticipation, but i feel a double tap between my shoulder blades.
colour? you’re asking.
i use what’s left of my brainpower to moan out “green,” and your hand ruffles my hair and then runs down my back in thanks and appreciation, before yanking my boxers down and exposing my cunt, puffy and leaking.
you revel in the sight of me in front of you, and the sounds i make whenever you run a hand over my ass.
“god, you’re gorgeous.” you deliver a quick slap to my ass and i feel your cock against it twitch at my moan in response. “well, prettyboy? what do you want?”
“f-fuck… pl-pl-please… please fuck me. please, i need it. i need your co-o-ooock...” my words come out broken with pleasure, not exactly helped by you and your wandering hands grabbing my ass or running your fingers up the soaking entrance of my cunt. i’m shaking with pleasure and anticipation, and you’re eating it up, drawing out the moment as long as you can.
you hum thoughtfully. “well… i suppose you’ve been patient.”
and, with no other warning—i didn’t even notice you take your pants off—you push your cock into me, bottoming out instantly, and i cry out with the most handsome moan you’ve ever heard from me, gasping and whining at the sudden intense pleasure. you pause with a groan, feeling me clench around you, before grabbing my soft hips and starting to pound into me.
my face pressed into the table, i moan in ecstasy, eyes rolling back and my mouth lolled open and drooling with how good you feel inside me. i feel every inch of you fucking in and out of me, setting my body and my cunt alight with red hot pleasure, and i just splay out on the table, no longer holding myself upright, just letting you use my cunt like a toy to get off with. with every thrust, i feel my mind—already fogged over with pleasure since your first touch—completely melt away, replaced with the feeling of your cock inside me.
you moan raggedly as you fuck me, spurred on by every whine that comes from my mouth. “god…” you gasp out, “fuck, prettyboy, that cunt of yours is heavenly. feel how perfectly my cock fits into you, how it stretches you out. such a perfect breeding toy for me, what a good handsome slut.”
i nod, trying to agree, trying to say yes Yes i’m a good handsome slut, i’m your perfect breeding toy, thank you thank you for using me, please keep fucking me, i need your cock in me i need it more than anything but all that comes out is a deep, low, moan, one that can only be drawn out of me from your cock deep inside me, so you understand me even though i don’t have the words.
“you want me to breed you, prettyboy? you want me to cum inside you?” you smirk as my moaning turns almost feral with need, and i press myself back onto you, moving my hips back and forth with every one of your thrusts, my cunt clenching and needy all stretched around your cock, and you growl with want.
“you need to beg for it,” you say, picking up the pace even more, which turns my moans into uncontrollable cries of pleasure. “beg for me to fill you if you want it so badly.”
i can barely piece a thought together, let alone words, but through the waves of heat rocketing through my body i manage to cry out “p-please! i need it! i need it i need it i need it i—”
i’m cut off by you thrusting deep inside me with a moan and releasing your load deep in my cunt, and i sob with pleasure as i feel you breed me. we moan together as you climax and fill me with cum, the drag of me clenching against you overstimulating the both of us as you fuck your cum deeper and deeper into me. you hold yourself inside me for a few moments, our breath shaky but in time, and you shudder with pleasure as you run your hands down my back, feeling me whimper and shake against you.
you ease out, making me whine again, and smile at the sight of me bent over the table, boxers down, hole exposed, puffy and swollen, cum dripping out of me and down my thighs.
“fuck, prettyboy,” you lean over to kiss me and run a hand through my hair, grinning at how even through my dazed, fucked out expression, i still smile and lean into your gentle touch through my hair. “i swear it’s my favourite thing to see you like this, dumb and blissed out, and dripping with cum.”
still with absolutely no words after having my brains fucked out, i smile and draw out a shaky heart with my finger on the table. you ruffle my hair with a laugh. “cute.”
as i move to get up, you place a hand on my back, keeping me still and bent over on the table. “actually, sweetheart, i was thinking…”
as you trail off, i push my ass against you to get you to keep talking. you laugh and then i hear your voice take on that dominant streak again.
“you look far too pretty like this, bent over the table, hole puffy and dripping with cum, for just me to appreciate it. although…” you run your finger over my drooling lips, “i think your other holes deserve the same treatment.”
i moan at the thought and you continue.
“i think you need all your holes filled, and i certainly think you could use some more cum in you. i think i’ll invite some friends over—they’d love to see a dumb slutty prettyboy like you with holes ready to be used laid out on the table like this.”
i moan and nod frantically at the thought, my cock twitching with desperation just at the thought of all my holes being used.
“perfect. keep that bracelet on, then.”
this post is about a trans man. misgendering/detrans blogs dni
PSA: ‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️If you won’t walk up to me in real life and whip your shit (🍆) out before saying hi or asking me if I WANT to see your naked mole rat, DON’T DO IT IN MY FUCKING INBOX‼️‼️
use me as a stress relieve toy. had a hard day? pin me down and bite me and spank my ass and use me like a fleshlight. I genuinely want nothing more to be happy. use my holes while calling me a dirty lil slut and telling me how needy and pathetic I am. and then hold me as you tell me how much better you feel after taking things out on me. and I'll melt in your arms while loving the marks you gave me <3
I wanna go to my room and find him stomach flat on the bed surrounded by rose petals, ass up like a good boy and looking back at me with his pretty bedroom eyes