C/W: Drugs

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.

Buy an eigth with me because I'm scared to buy alone and smoke it all with me that same night. Hotbox the bathroom with me and make me strip every time I cough. Get me high like it's the first time I've smoked, fuzzy and incapacitated and stumbling. Hold me up against a wall while I kiss your neck. Get me so high I can't hold back my moans and whimpers and you hear the real sounds I make. Feel me moan into your neck through hickies and kisses, grinding on each other. When I beg you to take things to the bedroom tell me we can't break the hotbox and tease me through my boxers if I still have them on. Tease me until you're ready to break the hotbox and then bring me to the bed. Throw me on the bed face down and watch me arch in anticipation. Put on your biggest strap and shove it straight in my boycunt no fingering beforehand so it's a struggle to get it in and it hurts a little. One hand holding my arms behind my back and the other smacking and grabbing and exploring while you fuck me into the mattress as hard as you can and I'll just whimper and take it

This post is about gay trans sex I need it stat

also I see the note spam and it turns me on like yes you like my sick fantasies

Why do you call yourself a sadist if you draw the line at breaking skin? Do you even enjoy giving pain consensually? Because that's what sadism is about...

Can you be an artist and dislike painting? A musician and not play the piano? An athlete and not run track?

Sadism, much like most other catagories of sexual identity, is a spectrum. While one sadist could adore everything from whipping to knife play, another could only get off on hand spanking and their sadist sexual identity would still be completely valid.

For me, sadism is about getting psychological and sexual satisfaction from the various sensations I can cause in a submissive, particularly pain and discomfort. I also enjoy the power dynamics and feelings that those sensations can create between us. I enjoy bruising and marking subs quite a lot, but I don't like making them bleed. I don't get any enjoyment from it, and the risks associated with drawing blood aren't worth it to me.

yesss omg a sub who looks down on you with eyes full of pity as you get close. They talk to you with such a sweet tone, but their words are so harsh and cutting they make your stomach clench. They make you beg when you finally get close to cumming. You almost think they wont let you, and that thrills you more. complicated dynamics deserve a bigger space on here :(

everyone only wants hard rough mean degrading sex or soft gentle praising sex. we need some diversity here!! where are all the freaks who want a really sweet dom who talks to you in such a loving and gentle way while they're fucking you so roughly and stretching you out and leaving scratches and bites and bruises and making you bleed but always ever so sweetly talking in your ear like "yes, love, i know it hurts, but you're doing such a good job... you're taking it all so well, puppy, you're such a gorgeous boy... I'm so proud of you, sweetheart, you look so pretty like this" and things like that. yk.

[Channelling my inner hedge fund CEO with this one.]

C/W: Gaslighting

Come again? You want to quit? No, sweetheart, you don’t. No, I’m telling you that you don’t want to quit. What’s happened here is that you’ve gotten a little overwhelmed with our… new working relationship recently and you just need a little refresher. That’s okay. Come here. Good girl. See? Fuck… this body doesn’t deserve to be hidden away in these tight, slutty clothes of yours. It belongs to be out here, doesn’t?

Of all the things you were, clever was never one of them. Hey, hey, it’s okay. Now, you started your career at this firm eking out a meagre existence of filing paperwork, filling in paperwork, scanning more fucking paperwork, you get the idea. And you would have spent the rest of your life doing just that. You’d take the smallest amount of money we’d give you to keep you quiet but not so little that you’d leave. That’s how you’d spend your life.

Now look at you in your top of the line clothing and expensive perfumes. No, there’s no need to hide it. I touch these clothes and smell these perfumes everyday. Be a sweetheart and take out my cock for me, darling. If you really plan on leaving, consider it a farewell gift. Good… Good fucking girl… Nobody makes my cock twitch like you do. With all my money, I couldn’t buy a fucking whore that can handle my dick like you can.

You were some nameless little drone, tucked away and doomed to be forgotten until I saw you. I wanted you. Do you hear that? Are you listening, miss? My cock twitched the second it saw you. I imagined bending you over that table and stealing you away from your manager, your boyfriend, anyone that would stand in my way. And I still feel that way.

Even though… Fuck, yes pump my cock like that… even though you fucked up that little fucker of a case last month or the Evans case three months ago. Your time under my wing has been marked by little mistakes. But do you know why I keep you? Because you make me cum so hard. You drain every drop of stressed up spunk from my balls and you do it like a pro. Even now, when you’re so hell bent on leaving your hands are threatening to make me buckle. Now bend over. Yeah, on my desk. Nobody’s going to walk in, sweetheart.

Shiiit, you’re as tight as the day I first fucked you. You know what I really like about you? What makes you better and more addictive than Miss Timbers on the third floor or Mrs Raynard in the legal department? You have better tits and a much, much tighter pussy. You’re so much fucking better than them. And you know what that means, don’t you? It means you could make so much more money than them.

You and I both know you’re not my secretary on merit alone. Walk out of here and there won’t be a single firm in the city that’ll pay you as much as I do. Not nearly as much. And all you have to do to keep up your fancy little brunches and sweet cars is get on your knees every once in a while and do what you were born to do. Just. Suck. My. Cock.

That’s all. It’s that easy. Sure, there'll be a little bit of fucking in between, but we both know you enjoy that. What do you say to that? Yes? Atta girl. Now go and lock the door. I’m going to slip out of these trousers. We’re going to need to celebrate your new payrise.

Get yourself a boy who loses all control and cums inside moaning like a bitch as soon as you squeeze his pretty face and say "who's my good boy??" in that tiny dog owner voice