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A single sperm has 37.5MB of DNA information in it. That means that a normal ejaculation represents a data transfer of 1,587.5TB.

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puppy want a treat?

puppy want a fucking break from it all

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Can't express how stress free being open minded is.

Some lesbians use he/him? Oh cool.

Some people have people inside their head and sometimes it's fictional chars? Sick your brains like a pirate ship they're all working to run.

Some people like being treated like a pet dog? Bark bark bro.

Being fat isn't unhealthy but a perfectly normal type of body to have? Kinda beautiful how different we can all be.

Something doesn't make any fucking sense? Cool an opportunity to learn. And even if I can't figure it out it's cool we still have mysteries today.

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This ABSOLUTELY works.

I have used this for many years. Definitely b do it.

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Thinking about being the shared toy in a local kink scene.

Everyone else has a life outside of the play parties. Jobs and homes and partners and hobbies. Plans with family and friends. But not me.

When I'm not at a play party, I'm stored in the communal toy box with the rest of the sex toys. Bound and deprived of touch, sight, sound, movement. Fed through a hole in my gag. Left for days at a time at the host's whim. The only reason my muscles haven't atrophied is because they're constantly shocked by estim.

But when I'm let out for a play party...

I'm delirious from the sights and sounds and smells coming from everywhere. I ride and suck everyone off, desperate for any contact. And the real people above me laugh and comment on the pathetic toy at their feet begging for scraps.

Maybe a few of them oblige. Maybe they pour drink after drink down my throat, then make me ride the bottle for their amusement as they talk to each other.

Everyone here knows each other well. They know names and jobs and catch up person to person. Even the other toys around the room are simply playing a role for a few hours.

But not you. No one knows your name-- you can't remember it anymore anyway. They don't know what you look like under the hood, or what you enjoy. You simply exist as a toy 24/7, to be used and then put away until you can be useful again.

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gifts the trans person in your life will appreciate

Large amounts of cash

large amounts of cash

large amounts of cash

large amounts of cash

large amounts of cash

pipeline punch monster

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Slave displayed as interactive art installation?

My rating: Oh HELL yes.

I ADORE this! I'd love to go to a fancy party where a sub (or three) is in some kind of highly aesthetic device bondage and can be interacted with.

Also, this particular scenario really plays into my clothed Dom/nude sub kink, as well as my objectification, exhibitionism and free use kinks 😈

Now I'm just imagining all of the fun kinds of installations you could have:

Intricate Shibari/suspension with remote control vibrator/estim

Encasement

Candle wax sculpture that keeps dripping on the restrained sub

Latex sculpture free use

Seriously, I'm going to be thinking about this all day now, haha.

(Send me a kink or scenario and I'll rate it!)

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the kindest captor

their basement is soft, with nice warm lighting, and temperature just cool enough to have me stay in a super soft kigurumi without it being too hot to wear.

the food is nice, they treat me well when they visit me, I can't tell how often that is, but it feels like several several days go by in between

...and there's nothing to do

...there's no one to talk to

i sleep on the ground, and the carpet's very comfy, but it is the ground.

and one or more chains anchor me permanently to the basement floor

how long until i break? it's not cold, it's not uncomfortable or unpleasent. and yet...the lonelyness. the boredom

to be the best treated toy doesn't mean I'm not captive. doesn't mean I'm not a stored toy. it just means my body might feel good, while i lose my mind and my sense of self erodes

and you know this. you know exactly what you're doing.

i still cry and beg, but my whimpers are forever dampened by every soft texture around me

even the softest cuffs can, eventually, break me

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hi hello can someone lock a 2cm thick rubber hood around my head with a hose that goes into my mouth please? forever? thank you

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imagine a box that only keeps it's size as long as im pushing against the walls

so the more tired i get, the smaller it becomes

it doesn't require a lot of force, so it will happen on accident

until, inevitably im cramped into a ball, with every side pressing onto my body, not being able to move an inch

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needing urgently for someone to drug me asleep without my knowledge and to wake back up helplessly restrained, totally powerless with no way out

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one of the hottest things someone can be is a handsy and compulsive sadist

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call my girlfriend a non-newtonian fluid the way she gets hard when i hit her and melts when i touch her softly

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compare with friends

i wish people had little stats above their head like characters in video games. i could have my horniness level displayed for everyone to see, maybe combined with the days since my last orgasm and the tightness of my holes, or a rating of my current craving for cum. guys could show how full their balls are, making it easy for sluts like me to identify who needs to empty their cum into one of my holes the most. i'd love to have it permanently displayed that i am a denied horny mess who is willing to take stranger's cum.

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Pet play but I'm this rabid dog you found on the streets and keep locked away (otherwise I will attack) and force me to eat and drink to stay alive. Petting my head with protection gloves so I can't bite you. Cherishing me even tho I'm feral and sick

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no more of this delusional fakeboy business. my Owner gives me two choices: i can be a girl, or i can be an object

if i choose to be a girl, ill have to walk out naked and explain to everyone i know that i was just a confused girl, and offer them my holes. pictures will be taken of me and spread everywhere online so no matter where i go everyone can recognize me. my Owner will pick everything i wear and only choose the skimpiest most dysphoria-inducing clothes possible. ill have to be subservient like a good cunt, cook and clean and serve and never speak out of turn

if i choose to be an object, i wont get to wear any clothes or leave the house ever again. all i get is a collar and a chastity belt to wear. ill be used as a fleshlight, footrest, table, and urinal. ill never have an orgasm or be allowed to speak. all ill ever know is servitude and when im not being used, ill be put away in a nice cage or drawer

we'll see what's most important to me - my humanity, or my dysphoria

either way, i wont be able to complain, because i chose this

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Need to be bent over a lightly padded 4x4 at waist height and have my wrists and ankles secured at the bottom for an indefinite length of time. Bind my knees to the supporting posts so I don’t move. Leaving my holes open and backside exposed to whatever and whoever.

Maybe leave me in the elements so I can enjoy nature.

Maybe put me in the storage shed where it gets really hot or cold depending on the weather. Or maybe the backyard. Exposed but unseen by the neighbors so they don’t freak out.

Use the garden hose to rinse me off, shove it in a hole and experiment with how much water I can take cause we both know I don’t drink enough. Maybe find a way to secure the hose to my mouth and let it run slow enough that is not overwhelming but I have no choice but to consume it all.