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normalize taking your top's face in your hands when they're visibly trying not to lose themself in your cunt and cooing little just barely condescending questions in a sweet tone while you hold them like "doesn't that feel good?" "you must have been so pent up, was that hard for you?" "is this what you needed?" until they start nodding and shaking and tearing up against your palm and rutting too frantically to catch their own breath so they just have to give you dumb breathy little "uh huh"s for every reply
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its just to get through a few early blinds, okay?
now pick up that joker that helps a specific suit.
you don't need discards silly, use them all to get your best hand.
you don't need to think anymore kitten, just buy jupiters, sort by suit, and let mommy take care of you
#forceflush #handshame #jimbofication
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Finally Let Off his Leash
I had a sweet boy come to me with a little problem.
He was always expected to be dominant in intimate moments.
He didn't mind it too much, but the assumption that he would be in control and leading the play was getting to him.
He needed a break. He needed time to not think, and let someone else take the reins and control.
This was when he told me that he adored puppy play and just wanted to be a puppy.
I was delighted! I love giving puppies spells to ease their movement into puppy space, so they can shed all those pesky human burdens.
This spell left no stone unturned in letting this puppy finally play and have fun.
The self-taught restraints keeping the puppy inside were stripped away, letting him give in to every little puppy whim. Every bark, every yap, every bite, every chew, every hump, every wag of his tail.
His hands became the soft paws, the need to use those fingers lost in the puppy excitement.
His words faded into barks and yips and woofs. Puppies have no need for words.
A wonderful collar encircles his neck, with a lovely shining name tag on the front.
The cherry on top; any scritches and cuddles and pats I describe would be felt so powerfully that it would be like I was there with him.
After a biiiig stretch from trance, he sounded so happy and refreshed. It plain as day that it had been too long since someone took care of him.
So I wasted no time in letting him of his leash to play.
He immediately melted and was reduced to sweet puppy giggles, little laughs laced with puppy woofs.
We did so many things together, letting him finally be looked after.
We played with a cushion that he was throwing around the room with his teeth.
We practiced tricks! He can give his paws independently of each other, he can bark in 3 different volumes too; whisper, speak, and shout. He can sit and rollover too, he is so clever.
All that play time got him a little pent up so I let him hump his energy out, the cutie.
Then the aftercare came. I gave him so many bellyrubs and pats.
I scritched his haunches right in that tickly spot that gets his leg kicking.
I rubbed his neck beneath his collar.
I rubbed between his eyes.
He felt so fuzzy in his puppy head that he just flopped into my lap.
When we wrapped up and brought him out of puppy space he was just so happy.
Its this kind of happiness that makes me love what I do.
Helping people be themselves.
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Sometimes it does feel weird talking about NSFW bans because you either see it discussed in the sense of "NSFW bans are bad because the systems just randomly shoot innocent queer people!" or "The NSFW was bad (supposedly) but all the weirdos who jacked off to porn went away so things are nicer now" and its like
man that's great meanwhile I don't think Mastercard should decide if I pay someone to draw Cynthia from Pokemon being brainwashed or not.
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You’re someone who loves cock.
It’s okay. It’s understandable.
You can accept how much you leak for it.
And you can be curious about all the ways you can please cock.
You can imagine what you can do to make yourself more attractive to cock.
You love cock after all.
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Finally Let Off his Leash
I had a sweet boy come to me with a little problem.
He was always expected to be dominant in intimate moments.
He didn't mind it too much, but the assumption that he would be in control and leading the play was getting to him.
He needed a break. He needed time to not think, and let someone else take the reins and control.
This was when he told me that he adored puppy play and just wanted to be a puppy.
I was delighted! I love giving puppies spells to ease their movement into puppy space, so they can shed all those pesky human burdens.
This spell left no stone unturned in letting this puppy finally play and have fun.
The self-taught restraints keeping the puppy inside were stripped away, letting him give in to every little puppy whim. Every bark, every yap, every bite, every chew, every hump, every wag of his tail.
His hands became the soft paws, the need to use those fingers lost in the puppy excitement.
His words faded into barks and yips and woofs. Puppies have no need for words.
A wonderful collar encircles his neck, with a lovely shining name tag on the front.
The cherry on top; any scritches and cuddles and pats I describe would be felt so powerfully that it would be like I was there with him.
After a biiiig stretch from trance, he sounded so happy and refreshed. It plain as day that it had been too long since someone took care of him.
So I wasted no time in letting him of his leash to play.
He immediately melted and was reduced to sweet puppy giggles, little laughs laced with puppy woofs.
We did so many things together, letting him finally be looked after.
We played with a cushion that he was throwing around the room with his teeth.
We practiced tricks! He can give his paws independently of each other, he can bark in 3 different volumes too; whisper, speak, and shout. He can sit and rollover too, he is so clever.
All that play time got him a little pent up so I let him hump his energy out, the cutie.
Then the aftercare came. I gave him so many bellyrubs and pats.
I scritched his haunches right in that tickly spot that gets his leg kicking.
I rubbed his neck beneath his collar.
I rubbed between his eyes.
He felt so fuzzy in his puppy head that he just flopped into my lap.
When we wrapped up and brought him out of puppy space he was just so happy.
Its this kind of happiness that makes me love what I do.
Helping people be themselves.
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The only correct way to talk to transbians:
Compliment them immediately. Doesn’t matter if it’s their outfit, their voice, their eyes—just make sure they know they’re hot. Bonus points if they get flustered.
Use their yearnings as a second language. If you’re not at least a little dramatic about how breathtakingly beautiful they are and how you’d absolutely perish if they so much as brushed their fingers against your cheek, are you even trying?
Tease them just enough to make them squirm. A little playful banter, a well-placed “Oh? You like that?” and suddenly they’re blushing and looking away, which is exactly the desired outcome.
Be gay. Be so gay. Every sentence should be at least 30% flirting, 50% sapphic pining, and 20% sheer lesbian chaos.
Remind them they’re gorgeous, wanted, and absolutely irresistible. Because they are. And they should know it.
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The urge to slip a hand into a cutie's pants when they're info dumping. Yes hun, I'm listening to what you're saying! It's very interesting. But also you look just so cute as you say it I have to finger you or jerk you off, you understand right? Totally normal~
And don't you dare stop for a moment, or else I'll do the same~

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I need to find a cutie who was just an absolute degenerate pervert. The kind of cutie who had to remember to not admit to their friends who their favorite porn stars are or how often they masturbate. The ones who would rush home after work just to play with themselves. The ones who were late to events because they got too horny and lost time riding a toy. Who had to call into work faking sick just to stay home and rub their brains away to their favorite smut. Who had to mute themselves on call with people to hide the fact that even then they couldn't stop masturbating.
A completely broken cutie. But one who insists that now, they're nothing like that! They got better, honest. They don't even watch porn anymore, and the only reason they're rushing home now is to get those tasty leftovers. They've even managed to fend off the pervy thoughts from creeping in to every second of their life!
Because I want to see what happens when I start making them worse again and remind them of how good it felt to be a pathetic mess instead of a "normal member of society"

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thank the earth and all the stars for trans lesbian sex
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Something something something bratty prince who is needy for his guard
Prince who teases his guard about how he’s always watching him
Prince who leads him to secluded parts of the castle and gives his guard suggestive looks
Prince who presses his guard against walls and kisses him
Prince leaves his guard breathless and painfully horny
Prince who calls in guard when he’s half dressed because he likes to see him flustered
Prince who needs his guard’s opinion on his new lacy dress
Prince who needs his guard to unzip it for him
Prince who moans at the feeling of his guards rough hands down his back
Prince who slips off the dress and turns around
Prince who orders his guard to please him
Prince who pushes his guard to his knees before him
Prince who drags his wet cunt over his guard’s mouth
Prince who throws his head back in pleasure
Prince who pushes his guard too far
Prince who gets shoved against a wall and eaten out till he’s shaking
Prince who’s too fucked out to beg for more
Prince who gets pinned to the bed anyway
Prince who gets his royal cunt fucked
Prince who is a whiny mess for his guard
Prince who cums over and over around his guard’s cock
Prince who gets overstimulated and squirms to get away
Prince who is held down and fucked harder
Prince who gets filled with his guard’s cum
Prince who is secretly very pleased
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Samus commission that I streamed last night!
As someone mentioned in the chat, I’m sick of barbie Samus.
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“maintenance” protocol not “punishment” or even “reward” the “maintenance” of an object, a step towards training and conditioning maintenance, because i’m not doing you to make you feel good or bad, i’m doing it to create your new normal… spankings, edging, whatever i want!
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the delicious juxtaposition of her snuggling into my chest until she drifts gently off to sleep, and me using her unconcious body like a fleshlight for hours afterward.
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