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Listen mutt, I'm going to throat fuck you.

No no, you're not giving me a blowjob and I'm not just going to face fuck you. I'm going to throat fuck you

I'm going to watch you stick that pretty tongue out to lick my balls while I fill its space with my throbbing gock. When you feel your air being replaced with precum, I'll know that I'm deep enough~

Then I'll start hammering into you, you won't have a throat, but another hole for my throbbing girl cock to breed. You can try to tap out or give muffled cries but when I stick my girl dick down your throat then you stop being human and I don't care about your pathetic needs for oxygen <3

That's what you are. My toy to take my throatfuck <3

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what's the term for the kink where you get off on being forced to admit stuff. where you don't like to talk about your embarrassing secrets unless someone is condescendingly teasing you about it and they're getting sadistic pleasure from your discomfort and they have you backed into a corner and you know they're not going to let you know peace unless you spill your guts to them. i get so insanely horny for that. but like. i would never fucking admit that though. you could not torture that information out of me

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This is a graph from my Health Science: Human Sexuality textbook showing the female sexual response in various scenarios. In case you're having trouble making it out, that red line there is an example of the sexual response to edging. Notice how much longer the resolution is? That resolution is how long it takes for you to stop being horny. Scientific proof that edging creates horny good girls!

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Having the big phantom key on her back wound always makes her slightly more energetic with each tick.. It may not be visible but it definitely feels nice to have keeper's implant wind her up from the inside wawa.. 🌸

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the sex appeal of paralytic drugs btw. your dom holding you down and giving you a quick injection, then watching as your frantic struggles become weaker in seconds. you go limp, no longer able to move, nothing more than a doll for them to play with. they don't need to tie you up. you're not getting away.

and even though you might look quite lifeless, they know you're still conscious. they know you can feel everything.

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unethical hypnosis <3

walk up to me in a busy street, whisper my triggers into my ear or tap me on the forehead <3 ill fall limp and helpless into ur arms <33 take me home with you, strip me naked, strap me to a chair with head phones and a visor and break my brain until im just a shell of who i once was <33 use me as whatever u want, keep me empty or build me into ur perfect doll <333 im urs to keep :3

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lesbian t-shirt that says "easily manipulated by pretty women"

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First HDG art I did after reading Glitchyrobo's original back in February of 2024. The Floret Experience brings me so much yearning

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I'm just obsessed with the idea of a soothing sadist, something that will force me to do whatever they want but understand that I'm just a pathetic pet that needs comfort.

I want to whine and whimper, telling them that I can't take, that it's too much, it won't fit. Just to have them cooing at me, hugging my distressed body and being like "shhh I know puppy, I know, deep breaths, you can take, it's okay".

Want to cling to then and beg to stop just to receive an "oh no no no, it's happening baby it's happening and you can take it, that's it, relax for me. I know I know, but it's going to happen puppy"

Want them to also be a bit sarcastic, when I start whining saying that it's going to hurt, want them to chuckle at me "yes it's going to hurt, but I'm here for you, don't worry. Yes puppy it is going to hurt, deep breaths don't panic, I'm just being honest. Good boy, let's do it"

I want that confusion sensation, they're hurting me, making me miserable, but they're also my only source of comfort, I need them! Want to hug and cling to someone that wants to hurt me, it's going to hurt me and it's being sweet about it.

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You're over at her house. The best sanctuary you've got right now. Housing with your family's been pretty miserable. But she cares lots, insists on taking care of every need possible need. She makes sure you're hydrated, comfortable, happy, that you're not ignoring your sensory issues, even helps get you food. You'd just had dinner together, out in public. Through your dysphoria you ate rather light.

You're in the shower right now. She insisted on following you in, towering tall over you and asking if she could handle washing you. It's demeaning, but frankly with how bad your body feels it's kind of a blessing. Her hands are electric on your skin. She tells you to lean your head back to keep the soap out of your eyes as she runs shampoo on her fingers through your hair. Something's off about this scene, your brain's fuzzy though you've barely realized it yet. Not enough to be an issue but enough that when you try to react or complain the words come out half-formed and clumsy. Timid whining where should otherwise be assertive refusal.

You step out first. Wrap yourself in a standard size towel that's a bit too big for you. When you open the door to the hallway your stomach drops. The hallway is uncanny, alien in that way all places were when you were very young. You're caught there like a frozen computer application, processing the unprovable mysticism in a banal view. You feel so small.

You're in the bedroom now. Your head's on straight enough you recall walking here from the bathroom; that's not always a given. You crash landed on the pile of soft blankets and stuffed animals she left out specifically for you. Staring at your phone without actually processing the videos, indulging yourself in the sensory hotsprings of swirling colors and words without meaning. You don't absorb a thing, it just washes over you.

When she comes in you finally admit you feel a bit strange. Her smile's so warm when she tells you "That would be because I drugged you. I spiked your drink at dinner." You're not sure when she even had the chance. Even if you hadn't been looking surely someone else would have noticed, would have said something. You hadn't even tasted anything off. "I thought I had used plenty, but clearly you need more next time." Sprawled out on the bedspread you realize you're prey. Your brain's reeling from a chemical punch you never noticed was thrown but you're husky enough you're only dazed when you're supposed to be on the floor.

She pulls your head into her lap and starts stroking it like a pet, cooing and giggling. In your stupor your body wants to do nothing but melt into her arms. You hug a plushie for dear life when she pushes a needle through your skin, refueling your supply of hormones to give you another week of life. You keep clinging to it when she begins to read you a bed-time story, each word so powerful against your slurred grey matter it feels real. You don't realize what's happening when you finally fall asleep.

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scruffy puppygirl who you liked the vibe of so you invited her to hang with you then at the end of the day she didn’t have anywhere to go so she just kinda followed you home

she never picked out a name she liked and she hates her old name but her collar just reads “STRAY” so you can call her that if you want. she’s never had an owner before so she doesn’t really know how this works

she’s kinda hungry. no it’s fine, she’s not picky, she’ll eat whatever you want to have. yeah, she does like pizza, actually, thank you!

she feels bad for taking up space in your house, she knows it’s kinda small and you don’t have a spare bedroom but the couch is ok and- your bed?? really? are you sure? she doesn’t want to be a bother but if you insist

your bed is so comfortable, and your hands- no no keep petting her! if you don’t mind of course. it’s kinda nice… would it be ok if she kissed you? maybe just a lil cheek kiss? you’ve been so nice to her…

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Sensory deprivation is so fun. Taking away your sight and hearing, beating you regularly, using you as I please. Watching your little brain try to guess what will happen to you next. Just a dumb little doll bruised, bloody, and confused. You don't want me to stop, do you? Of course not your dripping with anticipation my little slut.

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Normalize having subs wear collars and leashes at home. Train your body to react to diggerent noises like bells, clickers, or even a quick

Pspspspsppsps

Let me yank your collar and walk you around the house. Let me sit down somewhere and you naturally drop down to your knees and rub your face on my leg.

Ill let you crawl inbetween my legs, look up with me with pleading eyes as your rub your face against my inner thigh, cock on your mind

Promise I'll bully you a bit, slapping it against your face, rubbing it across your needy little lips so I can feel your trembling breath.

If youre really good...

Ill be sure to use your pretty little throat like my fucktoy

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I wish I could be a good and useful doll. I wish I could hold a schedule in my head and remember tasks. I wish I could have the energy to do things I need to do. I wish I could follow orders without throwing up an error code.

Instead, I'm just broken. A malfunctioning thing. Not even functional enough to keep itself running properly.

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"I I got tangled in some charging cables..... No it was toootally by accident... Just ignore that all my armor was removed"

Realized I never posted this one on my account. A bit older but I drew her without armor quite well!

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Hey, you.

Yes, you, silly.

Don't think I don't notice your serious face. You're overthinking again, aren't you?

It's okay, sweetheart. I know there's a lot of things going on right now, it feels overwhelming. It's too much — too loud, too scary, and too heavy for you to carry it all in that little brain of yours.

You want to make it all go away, don't you? You poor thing.

I know! Why don't we try a focusing exercise? We've done this before, and you know how much you enjoyed it last time.

You'd like that, wouldn't you? Get some of those heavy thought's out of your pretty head? Make it all light, safe, and spacey?

It's okay, darling, I know you're embarrassed about drooling on me last time, but I truly don't mind at all.

I'm not poking fun, I promise! I think you're cute when you're all empty and giddy. It pains me to see you stressed, so if it’s your thoughts that hurt you, I'll take them all away.

I want to make you feel good.

Here — let's get you relaxed.