abbottandfloyd

[abbottandfloyd]

in need of a daddy to put me over his knee for a long bedtime spanking to big fat tears before fucking my red bottom while i sob and then put me to bed 😫🥰🥹

[abbottandfloyd]

I once fell asleep with a remote controlled vibrator softly pleasuring my clit. Mf controlling it decided to wake me up in the middle of the night by turning the volume on high suddenly and I came like, instantly. Good times tbh would've been even better w some hypnosis

[abbottandfloyd]

Thinking about you sneaking into my house to break my mind

I’m deeply asleep and you take your time arranging me body the way you want it. Gently, you tie me down, my legs spread as wide as they’ll go. You slip a silky blindfold over my eyes. And instead of using a pendulum or a metronome or a spiral for induction, you start to tap, tap, tap on my clit

In my sleep, my body is responding. You can see the first drops of wetness appear at my opening. You’re whispering into my ear, speaking right into my dreaming mind, laying the groundwork. You know I’ll resist - you know they always do - but you’ve mastered the art of making submission as easy as possible

You decide I’m ready and give my exposed cunt one quick slap to jolt me awake. Im dazed and muddled and by the time I realize I’m not dreaming you’re already tap, tap, tapping again

At first I fight it, pulling on the restraints and demanding to know who you are and what you want but the knots are secure, the blindfold isn’t budging, and all I hear is a low chuckle

You patiently keep at it for what feels like ages, drumming out a slow, steady rhythm on my swollen clit

Tap, tap, tap

I should be trying to resist but I’m having a hard time thinking, all I can focus on is the little jolt of feeling every time you tap

I know that at some point you started talking but I can’t catch the words, your voice is matching the rhythm of your fingers as it slips into my ears and tickles the back of my mind without me ever properly hearing

Without warning, you start on a new rhythm, taptap, taptap, taptap

The sudden change startles me and I dimly realize that my mouth is open, tongue out, drool starting to gather

I realize I feel good

I’m fuzzy and overstimulated but the heat in my cunt is growing and my body is twitching with every taptap until that rhythm is the only thing I can hold in my mind

The bed beneath me is drenched and I briefly wonder when I got so wet. I have just a flash of an intimation that something is wrong and I shouldn’t be so turned on, but the next taptap snaps my focus back to my aching clit

Where it should be, I realize

Faster now

Taptaptaptaptaptaptap

My body is writhing against the restraints and I’m crashing toward an orgasm when suddenly the tapping stops

The air feels cool on my exposed cunt, my clit still throbbing in time even though you’re not touching me anymore

Somewhere in the back of my blurry brain, the old me is humiliated by the mewling whine that comes out of my mouth at the denial

“Look at you, squirming and drooling, your cunt dripping.” I can finally grasp your words now that the tapping has stopped. Your voice is low and haughty, utterly in control. “I can push you over the edge, do you want that?”

I can’t seem to find any words in my head, or at least I can’t get them to come out of my mouth, but I need to cum so badly, and I nod my head frantically

“Can’t even speak? You must be in desperate agony. I’ll let you cum. But know this - the minute you cum, this will become your permanent self. Your mind will never be clear again. You will live to have your holes used, to obey me, to edge and drool and whine whenever I want, for whomever I want. That’s all you’ll ever be able hold in your empty head. You will become a stupid little doll, trapped by her own needy cunt. Do you understand?”

I nod again, tongue still lolling out, I don’t care what the consequences are, I just need to cum

“Tell me what you want.”

“Please…” There’s only one clear thought in my head and it’s taking everything I have to get the words out, it’s hard but I know it will make you happy if I can just get this one sentence out

“Please make me cum”

Tap

[abbottandfloyd]

“Wow. You actually like this shit?" as I scroll through her disgusting horny Tumblr likes with one hand. Rubbing lazy circles on her swollen little clit with the other. Degrading her for being such a gross little girl while she mindlessly moans and humps my hand each time I send a filthy disapproving glance her way.

[abbottandfloyd]

thinking about an escape room but the twist is that if you don't get out in time, you're used by the entire staff until they're satisfied.

you know what you're getting into, of course. you sign the forms saying that the facility can't be held liable for any damages that happen to you. afterwards, you're stripped down and restrained. cuffs around your wrists behind your back as you're bent over a table, chains holding your ankles together. a collar is attached to your neck, connected in two places. one, to hold you still on the table. and the other connected to the ceiling with a lot of slack. you seem to be in a dungeon, iron bars blocking the unlocked exit.

you're left alone and the timer is placed immediately in front of you, counting down, minute by minute. right where you can see it. the restraints are firm and secure, but they each have their give, their weaknesses. the chains on your feet can be undone by looping it around the corner of the table and pulling at it at just the right angle. then you have to move your cuffed wrists behind your back and under your legs so you can use them.

the part of the collar connecting you to the table is dealt with by simply unhooking it, meaning you're able to stand up and move around the room. there's a box with a pile of keys for you to sort through. one of them must open the cuffs. one of them must unlock the bars. you sort through them in a hurry, adrenaline making your cuffed hands shake as you try each and every one of them, adding them gradually to the discard pile. once your hands are free, you fiddle with your collar. it doesn't seem to have any give. but while doing this, you see that on the other side of the iron bars is a bolt cutter, exactly what you need.

you're invigorated, trying all the keys on the bars as the minutes count down. your time is scarce, it's moving far more quickly than you're able to take into account. until finally, the lock clicks. the metal gate swings open and you can see the bolt cutter on the floor right in front of you.

except when you walk forward, the collar around your neck tugs you back. the tool is just out of reach. you can't get enough slack to pick it up. you try desperately, every option you can think of, to stretch your body out and try and kick the bolt cutter closer to you, desperately now as you see you only have three minutes remaining, then two, then one and a half.

until you finally remember the chains on your feet. you hurry back to the table, reaching under it to grab the chains and looking at the time left on the timer. 50 seconds. you hurry back to the iron bars, throwing the chains, trying to lasso the bolt cutter to finally get it in your grasp. and with 20 seconds remaining, the tool hooks onto the end of the shackles on the chains, and you desperately try reeling it in. 15 seconds, and you're pulling it closer, so very carefully. until finally, you reach down and wrap your hands around the tool and that's when your heart sinks.

it wasn't a bolt cutter. it was a toy. lightweight and useless, like something that would go in a child's tool set. and you realise: you were never meant to escape this. you never even had a chance. you had willingly walked into a trap.

your time is up and an alarm sounds, the lighting in the room turning red. the staff walk through the door, heading straight for you, cocks and straps and toys in hand, grins of delight on their faces.

they push you back onto the table and use you exactly how they want to, each and every one of them noticing how soaked you've gotten just from being in the escape room and playing this game, mocking you for what a slut you are as they take you without any preamble.

they use all your holes simultaneously, manhandling you into whatever positions they want. bending you over, taking you from behind. seeing how much can fit into you at once. slapping you about, spitting on you, spanking and whipping, passing you from one to another. never a moment for you to rest or recover before you're impaled on another cock.

all while their mocking voices taunt you.

this is what you were asking for when you came here. this is exactly what you were hoping for. to be used relentlessly. you never wanted to escape anyway, no matter what you'd say. you needed to be used like this. only sluts ever enter these escape rooms, and so you would be treated as what you were. willing holes for them.

once they've all had their turn, they take the toy bolt cutter and shove it into your used hole, fucking you with it slowly. it's too big and uncomfortable, but you stretch around it so easily after all that use. your arousal making it easy. you keep crying out, and they keep laughing. this was the thing you thought would set you free. this was your salvation for twenty minutes or so, all you cared to get. and now they were filling you with it. and worse than that, they were making sure you enjoyed it.

they bring you to an intense orgasm with the very thing you thought would save you. your mind is foggy and you can't think of much aside from the feeling of the toy inside you. you're burning with embarassment.

you came so close to escaping. you were so resourceful and clever about it all. but now you were nothing but holes for them to use until they decided they were done. all that intelligence you used to try and get out would leak out with your arousal as they continued to whore you out. your brain would never work the same once they were done with you. once they had reduced you to something so pathetic.

they aren't done using you. they won't be for a while. and you don't know if you ever want to be done serving them. this is where thinking got you, and now you were being put in your place.

[abbottandfloyd]

https://x.com/goodboyjibril/status/1879240784865808522?s=46

THIS IS 100% BOB OR MILES

i can’t see it 😭 it says the page doesn’t exist 😭

[abbottandfloyd]

I edged them all night till their body was all exhausted and they gave in and fell asleep. but does that means that i will stop playing? Absolutely not…my pretty baby, i’m just so obsessed with your pretty pussy. I just can’t help it. shh, shh… i know, baby… just let me touch you. yes? you can keep sleeping if you want…mommy just needs to play with you for a little longer. 

[abbottandfloyd]

“See, I told you my favorite girl could take it all.” (Balls deep in her tight little asshole)

[abbottandfloyd]

I need someone to do this to me.

Spank me.

Put me in my place.

Tell me what a naughty girl I’ve been.

[abbottandfloyd]

spanking is so hot. just the tought of someone hitting my a!ss and puss1e with an object makes me so horny. yes, please, spank me for being a bad girl; with ur belt, with a ruler... idc

[abbottandfloyd]

DOMS NEED AFTERCARE TOO!!!

Tell them they did good

Remind them they didn’t hurt you and that you are mentally ok

If they did hurt you tell them how much you enjoyed it

Tell them you felt safe in your scene

Make sure they hydrate and refuel with a little snack if they need it

Thank them for fulfilling your desires

Cuddle them, pet them, hold them

If either of you safeworded discuss why you did so and how to prevent it from progressing that far in the future

Relax! Watch a movie play some video games together! Don’t just leave or ask them to leave afterwards…doms are not just sentient sex toys

[abbottandfloyd]

Treat me like a pet. But not the puppy/kitten stuff. I also don’t just mean cages and leashes.

Tell me I’m not allowed on the furniture, I can only sit on the ground.

Tell me I’m not allowed to talk because pets don’t speak.

I can’t walk, I can only crawl. Short, firm commands like you’d give a dog you’re training.

Reduce me to nothing more than an animal. I can’t think. Just act. I can’t resist. Just obey.

[abbottandfloyd]

Pumping you full of cum then making you get dressed so we can run errands all day while I drip out of you

[abbottandfloyd]

I love edging, I really do. I do it often and by myself. I sometimes get tasks and complete those as best as I can

But you know what I would love? To have my arms and legs spread open, tied up and that someone else could edge me

Doing it by myself requires self control and discipline, but if someone else does it?? Oh baby that's completely gone, I'm at someone else's mercy and they can edge me as many times as they want, and I would have no say in it

Let's say I do 10 edges by myself while humping a pillow, and if I want more I can keep going, and if I've had enough I stop. But being edged by another person while restrained??? Who fucking knows how many times I will be edged. It could be 10, 20, 50, 100... And they could use their fingers, some feathers, brushes... Anything to keep me completely desperate

Sure I can whimper if I do it by myself, but I would fucking pull at the restraints and GROAN and BEG for an orgasm to that other person

My clit would continue throbbing, my pussy a fucking mess with all my wetness, and it would continue like this for hours and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it, while the other person just laughs at my despair and makes it a million times worse

[abbottandfloyd]

There’s something so fun about casual inspection with subs who are needy all the time.

Like walking up to them and asking if you can take a quick peak and immediately seeing them go red. Pulling the waistband of their underwear away from their skin and peaking in, seeing aroused parts all needy and desperate, clearly turned on long before I even spoke to them, seeing how flustered and embarrassed they get. Getting permission to reach in and feel how hard or wet or desperate they are, licking my hand afterwards to taste how much they were thinking of me. Asking if I can feel their chest and having my thumbs find hard nipples, desperate to be tweaked and pinched. Getting to hear desperate whines, wanting me to touch them more so so badly, but I just walk away, leaving them even more desperate than before.

I’d love to repeat the cycle over and over few hours and see just how worked up I can get them before I relieve them.

[abbottandfloyd]

[abbottandfloyd]

Getting yourself off again, angel? Second time today, isn't it? Or already the third, fourth, fifth? You're such a greedy, insatiable thing. Now, now, don't stop on my account - no, keep going, you're doing great.

But your touches are a little too intense, don't you think? A little too... on the nose, too obviously intended to make you come. Good little pets don't finish fast - if at all - no, they edge and edge, over and over again, until they finally get permission to let themselves go and succumb to their primitive needs. So... Lighter. Slower. No rubbing, only caressing, no fingering, only teasing your hole with your fingertips.

But first things first, fingers off entirely. Apparently, you need someone to guide you through the entire process, don't you? You're just too impatient and worked up, full of hormones and heat, to be able to regulate yourself, poor baby. Don't worry, I'll do it for you, step by step, nice and slow. Nothing makes it easier for you than having someone to order you around and tell you exactly what you're allowed to do. Now, isn't it extra fun that, even though nothing stops you from going further before I allow you to, we both know that you won't? You'll be good and behave, just for me, less even, just for a few written words, the illusion of a dom hovering over your barely clothed body and whispering sweet commands against the shell of your ear.

Touch your chest first. Even if it does nothing for you, even if you barely have any sensation in it, I want your fingers circling your nipples, your fingernails gently scratching over them, pinching them between two of them, pulling, massaging. Put on a show, as if someone was watching you. If you have some clamps around, get them, and tease yourself with them - not quite putting them on, but rubbing over your areola, using it to pinch and pull as well. Feel that, treasure? That's what you get for being patient and taking your time. That nice pulling feeling in your stomach... Yeah, that's good, isn't it? Good job. Toy with your chest and nipples some more, make them swollen, sore, red, make sure they already ache before you finally put on those clamps. If you don't own any, you go ahead right now, and order some. The most humiliating, the prettiest ones you can find. And I want you reading through this post again when they arrive, so you can properly get off to it.

Now, I'm sure by now your legs have fallen open all by themselves, mh? Revealing a soaked, hot mess in between, throbbing and begging for attention. So tempting to put your hand right in the middle of it and grope yourself, but you'll be good for me and keep your hands to yourself, love. For now, all you're allowed to do is let your fingers brush over your stomach... Drawing little circles around your belly button, long swirls that slowly go further down, ah, there's that nice feeling of your guts tensing up, isn't it? God, you're so predictable, such a simple thing. Oh, it's fine, you're merely a body in need of being fucked right now, no wonder your brain turns into simple mode.

Gently tease yourself with your fingernails along your lower stomach, before you move onto your thighs - oh, my, you're really desperate, spread them out as far as possible, and let me guess, you only just noticed now how far you've opened up, haven't you? A proper slut for the taking, good job, my angel. Touch your thighs, not the inner parts yet, just explore yourself, palms tracing your muscle, reaching up to your hip, moving onto your stomach again, where that nice, tight feeling comes back. Slowly let your fingers glide to the inner part of your thighs, where your ticklish, and it usually only works to get touched there when it's someone else's fingers, but, oh, fuck, darling, today's different, isn't it? Touching yourself so intensely, yet thoughtfully, it's really showing its effect on you, mh? That's perfect, you're doing so well, yeah, touch and tease your thighs some more, move those fingers up until...

Now you're allowed to move them right in between your legs. That feels good, hm? Finally letting your fingertips feel your own heat, swollen and twitching, feeling your own wetness, only caused by a post. Doesn't that truly show how desperately you need guidance and being made to feel utterly submissive? Don't keep those moans in, show everyone that you're such a needy, horny doll, so desperate to touch themselves. Why the modesty? Let it out. Rub yourself - slowly, dear - and feel yourself up, and know that you've done anything to this point because you followed orders, because you obeyed, because you just couldn't do it yourself and needed someone else so fucking badly, you needed someone to tell you what to do, does it feel like I'm there with you, do you like it, mh? Does it turn you on to know that I took the time writing this, for you to follow every step and work yourself up?

If you own a vibrator, you'll use it now. If it's the kind that you shove inside your needy hole, then do it, don't be gentle, don't be slow, shove it inside of you on the highest settings, as deep as it can go, and use your hand to continue rubbing. If it's the kind that you put on yourself, lay it on you, don't press it against you - we wouldn't want you to get too excited now, would we? - and shove your fingers inside of your instead. Fuck yourself. Make it good. Make it hard to not fall off the edge. Make it as rough and fast and overstimulating as you possibly can. Make it feel humiliating how fucking close it gets you that you're doing this in the first place. Feel the weight and tension that your heat brings - lean into it. Open your mouth, let the moans and whines and all those pretty noises out, don't close it to swallow, let your drool run down your chin - pant. It's getting hard to not come, isn't it? Poor baby.

Do you want me to give you permission? You do. I know. It's okay, baby, relax, keep fucking yourself open like that. A little patience.

Getting harder, mh? Feeling it in your guts already? God, you're so...

Think you can manage a bit longer?

Soon, my angel. You sound so good when you're desperate.

Almost there.

Ready, love?

Come for me, right now.