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it's so tragic when one specific person activates the pervert thoughts in your brain so severely bc i can't just be like Hiiiii how's it goinggggg yeah it's the pervert thoughts again. yup just like last time.

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cnc where you can't easily point out who has the "power"; everyone is just distraught to be there

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whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok

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sitting across from me at the dinner table, both of us silently eating our stew. i’m looking at my bowl. you’re looking at me but pretending not to. you move your hands carefully so the chains don’t clink: my mouth tightens when you make too much noise, the sound bothers me. i blow on a piece of potato. you wonder, absently, why i haven’t touched you.

making you strip and cuffing you at the wrists and ankles, then pointing you to hump a soft pillow in a cold room while i watch. you’re shivering, trying and failing to bite back the little noises, trying to avoid eye contact while i sit across the room stone-faced, fully clothed, tapping my fingers idly, just watching. the walls are bare, plain white sheets on the bed, frost around the edges of the window. it’s snowing outside. mid-afternoon. your cheeks are wet. the clock is ticking.

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i’ve not been unkind to you. you’re fed three times a day. butter on your bread. even gave you a blanket when you asked. i don’t keep you in the dark. you know where i keep the keys, i don’t bother hiding them. one time when i was out during the day, i didn’t lock the chest at the foot of my bed and you found my gun. it wasn’t loaded though.

the door’s too far away, but you’ve looked out all the windows and it’s just miles and miles of flat prairie, covered in snow. sometimes i have to shovel it off the roof so it doesn’t cave in. i don’t make you do chores. i don’t make you do anything, mostly. you’ve started cleaning the house when i’m out just for something to do. i’ve never once spoken. you talk quietly to yourself, but only when you’re alone. somehow that little bit of shame persists. the knives are right there, but you don’t. you don’t know why.

making you strip and cuffing you at the wrists and ankles, then pointing you to hump a soft pillow in a cold room while i watch. you’re shivering, trying and failing to bite back the little noises, trying to avoid eye contact while i sit across the room stone-faced, fully clothed, tapping my fingers idly, just watching. the walls are bare, plain white sheets on the bed, frost around the edges of the window. it’s snowing outside. mid-afternoon. your cheeks are wet. the clock is ticking.

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making you strip and cuffing you at the wrists and ankles, then pointing you to hump a soft pillow in a cold room while i watch. you’re shivering, trying and failing to bite back the little noises, trying to avoid eye contact while i sit across the room stone-faced, fully clothed, tapping my fingers idly, just watching. the walls are bare, plain white sheets on the bed, frost around the edges of the window. it’s snowing outside. mid-afternoon. your cheeks are wet. the clock is ticking.

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okay i lied put your clothes back on we're not having sex i'm fundamentally evil and i need you to kill me

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*vigor, warmth, and light returning to my eyes suddenly* That’s right, I’m an irredeemable pervert…!

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i bet being kicked repeatedly until you can't move feels good as fuck when you feel like you deserve it

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GAME TIP: It would forgive you eventually. Maybe even thank you.

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thighs 😵‍💫 muscular thighs 😵‍💫 soft thighs 😵‍💫 thigh spreads 😵‍💫 THIGHS 😵‍💫

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Need to jerk off a whiny boy who gradually loses himself more and more until I can feel him trembling and his breath is erratic and he’s holding onto me like he’ll come apart at the seams if he lets go

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i don’t think there’s anything hotter than someone purposefully turning you on/getting you off and acting like they’re completely innocent.

why are you throbbing puppy? i’m just resting my hand between your legs. its not my fault you’re such a little pervert that you’re getting off on it.

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I just think it’s very important and great for boys to be tied up