Buy An Eigth With Me Because I'm Scared To Buy Alone And Smoke It All With Me That Same Night. Hotbox

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

Dom collars. Doms that wear collars. Matching collars with your sub. Matching dog tags. Collared Doms. Owned Doms.

[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.

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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Imagine going to a frat party only to see one of your friends tied up in a side room, gagged and whimpering. frat bros sip their beers and stroke their cocks, all waiting for their turn as the guy fucking her jokes about how tight the sluts pussy is.

Horrified, You try to back out but your "friend" grabs you from behind, you pinning your arm to your side as he gropes your tits

"Hey guys, I got more fuck holes for us to play with!"

Ever man there cheers, more hands grabbing you and drag you to a couch. You start to cry out, but are helpless against all the men around you who work to rip your clothes off.

Before long you're airtight on rapist cock, each guy taking a turn with your holes. Those cocks feel so good that you can't help but cum over and over as they take their turns using you like a fleshlight.

"Hey, let's see if we can knock this bitch up".

By the time morning comes around you have dozens of guys loads dripping out of your gang raped pussy. And dozens more every night after that.

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 💕