I Need Unfair/impossible Rules To Follow So I Inevitably Get Punished

I need unfair/impossible rules to follow so I inevitably get punished

Put a ball gag in my mouth only to scold me for not speaking clearly when you ask me questions

Tell me not to cum despite being unrelenting in pushing all of my buttons, knowing I’ll cum

Require that I cum in a certain time frame despite giving me little to no stimulation

Stick a small dildo inside of me and, despite how wet and slippery I am, demand I hold it inside even though you know it’ll slip out the second you let go

Start spanking me, and only after a certain amount *then* ask me to have kept count and state how many I’ve received, knowing I was too fuzzy-brained to keep up without being told ahead of time

And then make sure I know my place 💕

Newest Pet

CW: cnc, kidnapping, ownership of multiple people. petplay themes. bruising and pain. choking. slapping. mention of watersports. 

You’re a pet. 

You cry, sitting, hugging your knees to your chest. Sitting on cold concrete, with a dim bulb illuminating your cage. Your new owner having just beat you for disobeying. Sore red welts sting across your body, you ass. They want to make you into a bitch, a slut, an obedient pet. It scares you. 

You’ve seen others, already broken. Greedily drinking piss, being fucked so roughly with a dazed smile on their face. Taking abuse just for their owners enjoyment. Some get the privilege to walk. Others crawl. Some get less privileges. You don’t know what scares you more. The ones that are always obedient, some even through teary eyes, or the ones unable to take it, always fighting back, and getting severely punished. 

Your thoughts continue. You see movement in the corner of your eye, you wipe away the tears. You see a familiar face. She slowly gets up off her pillow from the far side of your cage. Another pet, one owner has taken a liking to- she doesn’t have nearly as many bruises. 

She walks over, and sits down next to you 

“shhh, it’s okay, it’s over now” she takes a hand to your face. 

You flinch, but she just wipes away the tears.

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C/W: Rape

I’d love to meet a girl off here and take her on a date.

I’d meet her on Tumblr, charming her with every message. I’d come off as friendly and endearing, flirting and sexting when appropriate. I’d learn her kinks and needs, twisting her into a wet, sopping mess with every text I send her. I’d make her think of me, filling her head with thoughts of my voice, my body, my cock in every waking moment. It’d be weeks, perhaps days, before we’d arrange to meet, a train journey or a bus ride away.

We’d meet in some cafe, exchanging warm smiles and hugs. That’s where it’d begin. She’d notice my hands lingering a little too long, a little too low, practically groping her. She’d simply shrug it off. She’d forget all about it while we’d sip on our coffees, exchanging friendly conversation. We’d mesh well off screen, laughing and joking the afternoon away.

I’d suggest a stroll through the woods, almost like an afterthought while we figure out how to spend the rest of the afternoon. We’d find ourselves, trudging along some narrow dirt pathway, the skies getting darker, the woods getting denser. And then it’d hit her. She barely knew me.

One second she’d be side-eyeing me cautiously, the next she’d be pinned against some tree in the lonely depths of the forest. She’d scream, the piercing scream of fear. I’d let her. No one would hear us.

She’d beg me to stop, to reconsider, but I’d tear down her cute skirt. Isn’t this what she wanted? She’d read my blog. She needed this just as much as my stiff, aching cock did. I’d hold her down, rubbing my cock against her bare ass, telling how hard she’d made me. What a good fucking girl she was for making her rapist’s cock ready to breed her. Her begging would turn feverish and constant, wishing this was some cruel joke.

I’d plunge my shaft inside her cunt, laughing as she struggles and fights against me. In and out, I’d wetten my cock in her, stirring up her insides with heavy, savage strokes. She’d feel her sanity slip away. She’d have chosen this. I’d convince her this was her fault. All those nights promising me what a good rapetoy she’d be for me. And she’d deliver on her promise, crying and sobbing, begging me to stop, struggling to fight her fate.

I’d rail her slick, broken twat while her face grates against the coarse bark, sinking my fingers into her soft, jiggly ass. Shit, I’d spank those perfect fucking spheres, watching them redden and ripple with each strike. I’d lovingly break her down into a set of holes, moulded to service my cock. 

Thick ropes of cum would plaster her insides, leaking out of her weak frame. I’d throw her down and wipe my cock clean with her hair. In sweet, gentle tones, I’d ask her where she lived. I’d point out that she couldn’t walk right now, and that the night was drawing closer.

Edging them but making them talk to me and think while they do. Asking them confusing questions until they’re so dumb and out of it they can only pant and moan.

“Awwwh, your brain can’t keep up? Just too hard to think? That’s okay, I’ll do the thinking for you, you can trust me. See? You already feel better under my control, you know you prefer it when I control everything. Come here. Just grind on my shoe, enjoy the sensations and I’ll handle the rest from here. That’s a good, brainless doll.”

Decided to try out one of those creams for nipple sensitivity, it’s supposed to give a tingling sensation that increases with moisture or air blowing on it but I accidentally got it on my tdick and Fuck it’s so intense. I’m fully clothed and not even touching myself but I can just feel myself dripping and the wetter I get, the more intense it feels.

C/W: Drugs

I wonder if I could manipulate a girl by drugging her over time. I’d slip her the smallest pinch of drugs every meeting, slowly increasing the dosage over the course of months. She’d go from questioning the heat in her body to finger fucking herself for hours after I leave. She’d feel so much fucking lust and mistake it for love… and I wouldn’t make it easier. I’d brush my fingers across her face, casually pushing back her hair or sweeping some crumbs off her face. I’d press my body against hers when we sit on the couch together. I’d let her edge her needy fucking cunt and let her think she’s being discreet about it. God, it’d be so fucking fun watching her squirm. It’d make me laugh when she starts begging for my cock.