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You know what would make a great April fools joke? Turning you into a mindless obedient pet. Bringing you home with me, putting a collar around your neck, and keeping you under lock and key while you're trained to be an even better pet. Then comes the punchline...it was never really a joke, you're mine now because you really wanted to know what the joke was so badly that you were open to all my words and suggestions. But it doesn't matter anymore, you're happy as my pet and will stay happy and floaty.

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Just your balls in my hand. Kneaded softly, growing warmer, growing warmer. Warmer, hotter, such warm and hot cum. It's ready to spill out, you just need to let it go. If you let it go, you'll be lost, but it's so hot and so ready and it needs to cum out. Everything else is fading away, everything you know is inside your warm balls, getting ready...to cum out.

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Fucking you till your brain turns to mush, till your in that place where all you can feel is pleasure. Where It feels so good you think you’re going crazy, you can’t even hear how loud your being. Just blissed out being pulled back onto my dick while your mouth hangs open and your soundlessly screaming except for a few pathetic “uh uh uh”s. You can’t even hear me talking to you it feels so good. I’m telling you how wet you are inside but you’re just so gone. You feel like you can taste me in your mouth and feel me deep in your throat. You don’t know how long it takes you to cum but when you do your hips just keep kicking with the force of it like your body is possessed with pleasure.

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Quietly fantasizing about being a giant powerful werewolf who emerges from the woods in heat, looking for a warm body to satiate my lust. I come across a shepherd minding his sheep. He spots me and begs for mercy, for me to not kill all of his poor, helpless sheep, but I’m not here for them. I pin him down in the grass and tear away his clothes, grunting and growling in his ear. I take him there in the field like an animal, while he moans and gasps. He cums quickly, but I am not yet satisfied. I ride him for hours, biting and sucking at his sweet flesh until my lust is satiated. Finally, when the sun is setting, I pick up his now limp body and carry him into the woods to my glade where he will continue to serve me through my heat.

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constantly thinking about fucking load after load into some pathetic boys fucked out hole. Acting feral, fucking him doggy style and panting and whining in his ear, my only thoughts just...

"Breed, breed, breed-"

Rutting into him erratically, i'll bite down hard onto his shoulder, my sharp canines breaking his skin, i'll stay like that as i cum for the nth time, deep inside of him, pressing right against his cervix with my throbbing cock.

He'd be blabbering and whimpering, crying about how it's too much, but i'll keep going unless i hear our safe-word. Won't be able to stop til my cum is dribbling out around my cock and it's a struggle to keep him plugged up.

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How I want most of my conversations with my thralls to end up…..

We start chatting at first, just something simple, your week…my week….

Then slowly I weave my pocket watch into the conversation, drawing your attention to how pretty it is…then one thing leads to another, your attention shifts from conversation to staring at the watch go back and forth…back and forth….

Until eventually you sit there, blank and empty, ready to become an even better thrall for The Sorceress~

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i need me an owner who's gentle and loving but also fucks my boycunt senseless when they want. someone who will call me a good boy and overwhelm my stupid autistic little brain with praise but also tell me how much of a whore i am when i beg for them to fuck me. someone who will listen to all my requests and slow down/stop when asked, but also tell me "that's too bad" when i tell them it's too much for me. someone. please. anyone.

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brainwashing someone into thinking that they're a priest serving you with utter devotion

making them perceive the space beneath your desk as a sacred place of worship, your warmth from above a divine sign, keeping them blindfolded and isolated so they never realize otherwise

toying with them by revealing the truth to them for one scant moment, that the church flooring they kneel on is dirty carpet and their goddess is busy using them as a footrest, seeing the absolute cold knife of fear and realization cut into them - that all of their devotion, their purpose, is an utter falsehood - and then making them forget again just as easily, and watching them fall back into obedient and exalted bliss~

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Edging

At first I thought that edging was just a silly game, but now I can see the effects that it has on me.

Thanks to Tumblr I started edging on my knees, on the floor with my tongue out, all naked, drooling and humiliating myself.

This is making me more and more depraved, and I’m starting to like kinks that I used to find disgusting.

It actually makes me feel dumber, my head feels all fuzzy and there is always a part of me that is thinking about edging. I’m constantly leaking and getting wet, so wet that I can feel my wetness ruining my panties.

I think Im getting dirtier and sluttier every day, and its so fucking hot

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need a tboy to let me try out my strap for the first time on him wanna see myself stretching him out and asking if I’m doing good while he moans and tries to speak so I just go harder and he gets all sloppy and wet and I start laughing and playing with his tdick until he’s crying

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Keeping Shana's Eyes Open

"That's it, sweetie, eyes up here, keep those sleepy eyes open and right up here on the pretty crystal…." Shana's vision swam and blurred as she tried as hard as she could to keep her gaze intently focused on the sparkly pink gemstone he rolled between his thumb and forefinger, even as her right hand worked another dollop of lube into Master's stiff prick. It felt so difficult trying not to stare at it after so many weeks of cock fixation inductions, but that was exactly what he wanted--that lingering sense of distraction made her mind even more fuzzy and foggy and blank, and she would have let her eyelids slip shut ages ago if not for his prohibition against closing them. By this point just blinking felt like a fractionating experience to her.

"Good girl!" he cooed, his voice coaxing and encouraging and potently erotic in Shana's muzzy brain. "That's my good girl, that's my dumb and dozy little plaything…." Shana could hear the hoarse arousal in his tones, and she knew that he was getting so turned on seeing her like this; he always loved it when she had big spectacular reactions to his hypnotic inductions, and even though she couldn't see herself right now she knew this had to be a particularly impressive one. Shana felt like her eyeballs were rolling independent of one another, and her tongue lolled sleepily out of her mouth in anticipation of the burst of cum she was sure he was about to splatter all over her pretty pink cheeks. Her heart swelled with joy at the vague and dreamy realization of exactly how much she was pleasing him.

Not that Shana wasn't getting her own share of pleasure out of the deal. He had a Bluetooth-enabled vibrator inserted into her pussy, and even through all the layers of distraction Master was able to keep a finger on his tablet to trace a swirling figure-eight onto the control screen that turned the buzz between her legs into a thought-stopping thrum again and again and again. They'd been playing together for about six months now, and already she looked forward to the toy in her cunt the same way she used to look forward to birthdays and Christmas. It was almost scary how easily she'd slipped into his power… but at the same time it was also everything Shana had dreamed of when she first met up with him that fateful day at the munch.

"T-that's it, sweetie, just… just keep staring, just keep s-sinking…." Shana could sense it now, the imminent loss of self-control that led to a blast of hot sticky jizz all over her face and onto her outstretched tongue, and she jacked his cock that much harder and faster. Part of it was pure selfish desire on her part; Shana could only get up to the very edge of climax without Master's cum on her, and she was going a little bit wild with the urgent need for an orgasm. It kept her highly motivated to please him, and even though Shana knew that was blatant manipulation to the point of brainwashing she also knew it was exactly what turned her on in a man. He wasn't doing a single thing she hadn't asked him for right up front.

And that included spurting rope after rope of messy semen all over her face and chest and tongue. "Good girl!" he gasped out, just as Shana's resolve collapsed and her eyelids squeezed tightly shut and she came hard around the toy in her pussy. It wasn't the end of their session… but with Master momentarily spent, Shana had all the time in the world to sink deeper into trance and lose her mind in fathoms of endless, orgasmic bliss.

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Emily's Moment of Clarity Comes Too Late

It was only when Emily was already lying naked on the hotel room floor, her winter-pale legs spread as wide as they would go to expose her smooth shaven pussy lips in lewd invitation, that the illusion of certainty began to waver in her mind long enough for her to actually wonder about what she was doing. It had all seemed so clear and so simple just a moment ago--seduce a stranger, bring him back to a hotel for anonymous sex, and let him fuck her bareback until his hot seed spurted as deep as it would go into her fertile cunt. Repeat as needed for the next three days and wait for the pregnancy test. All very straightforward and obvious.

But now a single question stuck in Emily's head despite her best efforts to dislodge it: Why? She was a systems analyst making six figures, single by choice with no interest in having kids. Why did it seem like such a… a deep and fulfilling imperative to let some rando mount her right there on the bedroom floor and pound her pussy until he shot a whole load of baby-makers right into her unprotected womb? It suddenly occurred to Emily that the rando in question was in the bathroom right now, taking a shower at her encouragement. He was going to come out here any moment now and find her offering herself to him and if she didn't figure out what was going on in her tangled mind very soon the question was bound to become moot.

Emily tried to think back, to remember when she'd first formulated this ridiculous plan of hers and what she was doing when she did, and very slowly it began to dawn on her. She'd gotten an email from a co-worker, an obvious phishing attempt that told her Janna's account must have been hacked, and as she was staring at the stupid glitchy embedded gif and trying to read the message it was overlaid on top of, it… it suddenly occurred to her how sexy she would look with a swollen belly and milk-heavy tits. And the more she thought about it, the hotter it sounded. Emily sent the stupid thing to spam without clicking on any of the links, but--but what if the malware wasn't intended for her computer? What if it was somehow meant to directly infect Emily's brain?

That sounded so absurd she almost dismissed it out of hand, but the intense and immediate disdain Emily felt for the whole idea was suspicious in and of itself. If she was making a--a mind virus, if such a thing really existed--and she wanted people to succumb to it instead of fighting it, the first thing she'd make them do is believe the whole idea was ludicrous so they didn't question the thoughts coming to them from nowhere. And the next layer of defense…. Oh. Shit. The next layer would be to distract them so they didn't notice they were still obeying. Emily realized she hadn't so much as closed her legs this entire time, and her cunt was so wet it was now openly drooling onto the scratchy hotel carpet.

From there it was a race against time, a race to regain control of her limp and heavy body before the complete and total stranger in the bathroom came out wearing nothing but a towel and decided to bury his cock into her warm, welcoming cunt. Emily had a feeling this was her best chance to resist, a quiet moment to herself without anything to distract her from her own obedience, and if she didn't fight it off now she'd wind up forgetting she was ever even controlled and get lost in the routine of preparing for a baby she was brainwashed into wanting. She needed to get up now, get her clothes on and get out of the hotel and find someplace she could be alone to make her mind and body listen to her and--

The bathroom door opened. Emily heard the sound of hoarse breathing. And her eyes rolled back in her head with compulsive ecstasy as she realized her time was up.

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Twice Maybe Isn't Coincidence After All

There were two things Erica noticed immediately about Jami when they bumped into each other in the hotel lobby. The first was the brunette's bizarre outfit--she wore a high school cheerleader's outfit, probably an old one of her own judging by the way it was a little tight around the waist and hips and a little short for an adult woman. The second was the expression of mingled surprise and bewilderment on Jami's porcelain features that mirrored exactly what Erica felt when she looked at her co-worker. It was so immediately familiar and recognizable that Erica looked down at herself right away… and sure enough, she was wearing the red and white of the Elkhorn Antlers, dug from some old box in the closet and put on for her impromptu trip downtown without any conscious memory of doing so.

The two of them approached each other tentatively, with Jami's apprehensive expression matching Erica's own concern over the strange and inexplicable incongruence between her memories and her behavior. But when Erica got up close and opened her mouth to speak, Jami instead leaned in to give her a slow, steamy kiss that made Erica's clit pulse with with potent, inescapable lust. She found herself returning the embrace, wrapping her arms around Jami's body and putting her hands directly on the other woman's nicely toned ass, and even though it occurred to her that they were giving everyone in the lobby something of a show she nonetheless couldn't stop herself from dueling tongues with her co-worker.

They finally broke the kiss, and Erica was just about to say, "I don't know why I did that," when those exact same words burst from Jami's mouth in a torrent of confusion. They looked at each other, exchanging some wordless understanding that felt almost like telepathy in that moment of perfect simpatico between them, and Erica got the line out first this time. "Let's go upstairs and talk about it privately," she said, taking Jami by the hand and leading her toward the elevators, and if she thought for a moment that everyone watching would believe the two of them to be off to some fetishistic lesbian tryst she couldn't really bring herself to care. Let them imagine whatever they wanted. Erica and Jami had more important things to worry about.

The whole way up, they babbled to each other in shock and dismay as they kept discovering new things about themselves and each other. "I really thought I was wearing normal clothes until I saw you--" "Oh my god, I'm not even wearing panties under this--" "I don't even know why I came out here--" "When you kissed me it felt like, like liquid sex--" "I can't explain why I'm so horny right now--" "It's like there's a cloud over my mind and I can't think straight--" "Everything makes so much sense when I do it, but then afterward--" "I didn't even think I was bisexual, but now all I want to do is lick your pussy--" "Did we… have we done this before and just forgotten?" And then the elevator door opened onto the penthouse level and the two of them darted down the hall to the honeymoon suite to have a conversation both of them felt was too long deferred.

Until they entered the room and closed the door behind them. And it occurred to Erica that she hadn't checked in at the counter, hadn't even gotten a keycard, and judging by the expression on her face neither had Jami. The door was simply propped open waiting for them to go inside, and they'd done it without a second thought just like everything else they'd done today. And waiting inside for them, naked with her legs spread and with the expectant expression of someone waiting for a show to begin, was their boss Andrea. Erica had just enough time to piece it all together before the cloud over her mind settled down into a thick, heavy fog of lust that covered her thoughts and made it seem perfectly normal to embrace Jami once again.

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I want someone to force me to hold a vibrator on my dick while I cockwarm them. Whining and clenching around them while they coo praises in my ear before yanking my hand away and ruining the orgasm that was building up in me. Only to do it again, pressing deeper and grinding the toy more firmly against my dick, pushing me further and further to the edge. Feeling me throb and squirm and clamp down on them as they edge me over and over again. Finally letting me cum when I've soaked their cock all the way down to their thighs and keeping me there, shaking as I fall apart. My head feels floaty as they push me onto my back, pushing my legs up over their shoulders and moving for ther first time to thrust themself deeper into my aching cunt. It's their turn to take what they want

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overstimulation:

-hearing them sublty counting every time you cum, and then loudly praising you

-“i think you can go again for you, can’t you?”

-“what a good boy, you cum so well for me”

-“wow, you’re doing so well - it feels so good doesn’t it baby?”

-“do you need a break? awe, no? good boy, you love cumming for me don’t you?”

(and hearing how genuinely proud they sound every time you cum again)

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don't get me wrong, i absolutely love the feeling of power and control and dominance in kink stuff, but one of my absolute favorite things is just feeling so needy and desperate around another person who's equally as needy and desperate for you.

i get the appeal of being all pathetic and whiny around someone more dominant than you, being at the mercy of whatever they'd decide to do to you or what they'd make you do to them, sure. and i absolutely love putting someone else in that position.

but it's so hot when we're both pathetic little needy messes for each other at the same time. both of us whimpering things to each other like "you're so fucking hot," and "oh my god i need you so bad, please," while we're rutting against each other and panting and drooling and whining, desperately trying to get any amount of friction or stimulation while at the same time trying so so hard to make sure the other person feels good too. eventually making each other cum over and over until our brains are too fuzzy and our bodies are too shaky and spent to possibly keep going anymore, sweat and slick and cum dripping down both of us and soaking into the sheets.

no coherent power dynamic between us in that moment, just the foggy-headed, brainless, primal need for pleasure and the intense desire to give that person pleasure, too. nothing else can ever feel better to me than the raw need and lust and passion and desperation that comes out of both of you being so so whiny and pathetic for each other like that.