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Just keep Gooning.

I'm NEVER gonna let you stop, and if you do stop then those photos I have will be landing in the inbox of everyone you know.

When will you Realise that I own you and control every part of your life

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Taste Tester

The sugar witch warned silly apprentices about eating her chocolates.

She warned you that her treats would turn you into a lovey dovey bimbo.

A happy, obedient boytoy too dumb to do anything but obey.

So horny you'd do anything to bury your face in her breasts and rut her against the work table.

But not to worry! If her silly, dumb, horny boytoy manages to resist eating her enchanted snacks for more than a day, he'd be totally back to normal!

But oops! Looks like she spilled some chocolate sauce on her breasts. Oh, if only there was a cute, hungry dummy around to lick it off her big, bouncy breasts.

Mmm. There you go. Don't worry. Lovey dovey bimbos can always try getting their minds back tomorrow.

Or the day after that.

Or the day... mmm... after that...

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pet play is the best cause i don’t have to actually speak. im allowed to just bark, whimper, and whine for things instead

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It’s interesting how there are at least 2 types of “I don’t remember that.”

1. Not remembering until the memory gets triggered/ you are confronted with evidence, and then you do remember.

2. Absolutely no evidence will bring back the memory. The memory does not exist anymore. That wasn’t me. Nope. Didn’t happen.

And then there’s “I have been told about this, and while I do not remember it, I know that it is factually correct. How do I know? I don’t know.”

I don’t even know what my point is, it’s just interesting to think about. Memories are weird, dissociation is weird. The way the highly traumatized young mind deals with memories is weird.

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The witch’s hand was suddenly on your throat. She pushed you back against the wall of the hut, forcing the air out of your lungs with a gasp.

“You little slut,” she hissed. “Every day I hear you wander past my cabin, howling like a bitch in heat.” Her voice switched into a mocking falsetto. “‘Oooh, I hope a hot mommy dommy witch doesn’t catch me and turn me into her slave, or a pet, or a doll! That would be sooo awful!’

“Because the thought is so… fun for you, isn’t it? A little ha’penny hedge magic, sex with some sparks and stars, and then I send you back home with a slap on the ass, hm?”

She leaned in close. “I’ve caught you,” she whispered. The words oozed like ice. “And now you’re mine. And when I fuck you, I’m going to fuck you until I say you’re done, and when I curse you, I’m going to turn you into whatever I want. Do you understand?”

You tried to swallow against her hand. You nodded. You saw her pull out a long vial of potion from a pocket as she stepped back. She popped the cork with one hand; its contents fizzed dangerously.

“Now be a good slut and open wide.”

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🧡well it might not make sense but it sure does feel relatable🧡

realizing youre Real is .weird,,

like you can exist for Years??? never noticing??? never thinking about Yourself. assuming you are the host, or assuming you are another alter.

it is WEIRD to sit there with your morning coffee, having a conversation, and just suddenly the stars align . and you realize how different you are from "you" . you realize you werent "you", you were actually YOU the whole time.

I KNOW THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE BUT I HOPE SOMEONE GETS IT

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Well thats uncomfortablly hot um um um 🩷🧡💚😢😍

having a thing for older women is great until the tgirl in her mid 40's who took you home from the bar six months ago and nearly came when you called her mommy and whom you've been dating ever since, to the point that things are getting serious and you're both madly in love with each other and who's started introducing you to people as her daughter instead of as her girlfriend and just the other day she asked you about your ring size and you hope to god she's gonna propose and you're brimming with excitement at the idea of being her daughterwife tells you about her life back when she was your age and you realize she went to college with your parents and the girl she's describing as her "married FWB" was your mom and you have to tell her that you think she's your real dad. Then it goes from great to amazing. Though it might be a little awkward at the wedding.

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Ok so this blog has mostly been hypno porn and sluttery (bambi be like that) but we've been some kind of plural since probably elementary school if not earlier. Most of our life our front has been some manner of iron fisted, raised to be "normal", (jackass🧡🩷💙❤️💜). There were really only a few times growing up that we really tried to explore ourselves, but over recent years as we got more comfortable in our body, as we realized that we were mostly women and the body needed updating, ect. We have come to understand more about our plurality and who is actually in here making up the consensus that we all stive to operate off of. This has been largely great for us internally and we are even trying to finally seek out some professional guidance and therapy to work through ourselves.

However things have been difficult with close relationships. Eg: my last girlfriend started saying the person she fell in love with "died" as we statred to figure ourselves out and differentiate for the first time in a long time. And well now we are back at our body's parents place for the time being; and we didn't much like them by the time we/who we were then left. Now that we are back and much more ourselves we are realizing that anything that was their child other than the body itself is either gone or dormant and its been incredibly to be back here.

We could really use some advice for how to navigate this

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Alright. Last time i did this i said i would never do it and i certainly wouldn't do it again. Unfortunately life has other plans and ive been ripped away from my home and entire support network and im being forced to start over in my home town... we dont want to put up too much of a sob story but

We're between jobs until we can set something up back here and bills just came out and holy shit did we get wiped. We really fucking hate to do this but if there is absolutely anyone willing to donate any amount to keeping us above water pleasepleaseplease reach out and we will send you our links.

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Wish I could be like this (⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠)

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*Makes an OC* Well, let's hope this doesn't backfire.

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This -good girl- but yeah

*slaps roof of brain* this bad boy can fit so many other ppl in it

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What if we both had dog collars on? What if they were clipped to each other by a chain? What if that chain was so short that it forced our lips together??

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What if we both had dog collars on? What if they were clipped to each other by a chain? What if that chain was so short that it forced our lips together??

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plural culture is the euphoria of being called your name for the first time. (YOUR name, not the host or singletsona's name!)

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Within my own plurality that is a good representation of bambi hand her protege (one of the originals no less) Alexandria

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Writing out a fantasy, it might prove embarrassing or off putting to some but inneed to at least get it out:

Im just gonna say it plainly. I want to be a pornstar... but i want to do it my way. Im not here to fuck; suck? maybe occasionally but thats not the point.

I want to do long and intimate scenes: elaborate ropings with a focus on each individual wrap or knot, as well as highlighting any banter between me and my rigger; Impact scenes that could double for toy infomercials that cary into at least the first round of aftercare and maybe more. Sensation scenes blending the tickling and overstim with soft teddybear cuddling, and as much dialogue as i can reply to in such a state; bob ross esque body art paintings; recorded hypno sessions, even if im mostly asleep and not moving much im sure there is a real appeal somewhere (Heck pull bambi out and let her do her own scenes... i am honestly curious how much interest there might be in letting my wider plurality come into play?)

everything ive actually tried with another person outside of Sex sex has been heavenly (yes even the really really dumb "coffee" date) and there is a growing desire/need to be seen (or especially to be shown off) rising within me.

Sure cut the it down for pornhub or wherever so it can make the money but also do the long cuts that actually show off the art of the scene for those who actually appreciate it.

I want to work with a variety of tops and maybe with time get comfortable acting as a top myself(maybe, not sure if ill enjoy it in the long run) i want to explore as many kinks as i can find and experience them as much as my body/mind/spirit can handle. Maybe "owned" collectively by a small group, maybe with a single main partner who ensures i always make it home in one piece. Definitely in some way in which i am truely safe and secure, and done as sanely as possibe; with partners who genuinely care about my consent and wellbeing

For now i know damn well im still inexperienced enough and uneducated enough that that level of commitment wont really be possible any time soon even if there is any slim hope that it might be in the future. I also know that building the kind of social/support network to actually get anywhere near even the city that the ballpark is in is going to be a persuit that will likely span the rest of my life.

Yes right now i am no where near stable enough to even look for a real foothold and i know the entire wall is at an acute angle (especiallyconsideringi really dont want to work the camera, editing booth, or goddess forbid the distro/business side. But i have gotten a taste and i know it really is something i think i want to seriously persue once i am able; even as so many of my existing connections tell me its just a fantasy and seem to indicate that its just not possible.

Theres just something in my soul that calls out for it, even if we dont really know how "it" might happen or how "it" might pan out in the long, long run (maybe growing into a mentor as my body becomes less able to do the scenes myself) but we genuinely do want to make an earnest attempt.