Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I should have known I had readers who got off on nine-to-five dreams of picket fences and trophy wives.
Physical Therapist: Okay, I’m just going to push on your knee now and you try keep me from pushing it down.
Me: Okay, sure.
Physical Therapist: Come on, resist. I’m dominating. Don’t let me dominate here.
Guys every so often someone sends me a damn post w/ pizza in it and I always feel so seen.
Thank you, @takeitlikeagoodgirl
Whoever has my voodoo doll please take that bitch to the gym
Posted a draft of that lil tidbit about the Californian too early.
But I’ll have the finished thing up soon. I sweeeear.
Me: Oh we should watch Haunting of Hill House this will be so great.
Me: *spends 70% of time hiding face in Pup’s chest*
Pup: This was a terrible idea. I’m turning this off.
Me: Nooo don’t. I’m getting so much out of this.
I know I have cum in my hair but I really want to go get a bagel.
Actual thing I just said to Pup because this is our life
Like many women, exhausted
Blackness clouded the edges of her vision, turning everything foggy. Not like the haze of lust she felt before, but something more, something she knew she should be afraid of, if only she could summon the energy. Unknown to her, her eyes closed, and her mind floated on a sea of pleasure.
Suddenly, a sharp slap to her cheek jolted her awake. The pressure on her neck loosened, and she gasped for breath, sucking in gulps of air.
“Welcome back, little whore,“ he said, eyes twinkling in delight as he watched her, like a predator sizing up his prey. And then his fingers tightened again, and hips began to move, drilling deep inside her sopping cunt. “Stay with me. This is only round 2.“
She wanted her first lesbian experience with her best friend to be special. So she sent her husband off to the other room to jerk off at their love noises.
She got on top her friend.
It was so sensual kissing and grinding her fat cunt against another womans’ slowly. Her clit glided down her friends labia.
I’m DRIPPPPING to this
I feel so soft & feminine.
Her captors had stopped talking to her, but they still spoke near her. She could pick up snippets of their conversation. She knew that the maximum pleasure settings were blocked, but being slowly raised as she and her fellow prisoner were being ‘trained.’ They were pumped full of aromatics and aphrodisiacs. When they wanted, they could bring the both of them to climax after climax.
She could still squirm and move – her bonds weren’t totally rigid, and that was intentional. She’d need to flex for her long-term confinement.
While the elf might eventually be sold off as a rubber-doll or statue, she was doomed. Her original captors had paid quite a handsome sum of money to keep her here forever. Unless rescue arrived, or someone paid for her release… she was doomed to a very long imprisonment in thick rubber and the inescapable embrace of her tube.
Phantom laced her fingers with her cellmate. They clutched together tightly in solidarity before a painful electric shock forced them to twitch apart. She, along with her elven companion, were trapped – completely, utterly, and totally trapped. They were in a heavenly, horny nirvana – and they couldn’t do a thing about it. Neither Phantom nor her compatriot could make a single coherent thought that wasn’t solely centered around obedience, pain, or pleasure.
They could feel each other in the darkness, and see their fellow victim in the augmented-reality lenses of their helmets. It was almost shameful. Phantom knew that she’d been reduced to a hapless, helpless little rubberdoll. There was something tangible about being able to see oneself all geared up.
From time to time, they’d both find their air supply cut. At times it was merely stifled, other times it’d be reduced entirely. Tiny plugs would fill their noses and pressure around their neck would increase. Phantom saw stars, her body growing warm and mind growing hazy in her panicked frenzy. This lack of air was supposed to remind her what she was – TOY, RUBBERSLUT, DRONE, DECORATION.
Watching the other’s face was almost as bad – or good. It helped to work against every trace of free will, rebellion, and unwanted thought. Watching their partner’s face change to orgiastic bliss was generating a powerful Pavlovian response. When any stimuli – pain, pleasure, torment or teasing – resulted in erotic thrills… well, it was difficult to resist. Just as one might see someone laughing and join in the crack-up, seeing someone horny and groaning beneath a delightful mask resulted in a similar response.
Conscious thought told Phantom to fight it, but her body said otherwise.
i love this