racyredraven - Tumblr blog

[racyredraven]

I love how there's the perfect groove to place a Hitachi wand... And pushed back far enough, it won't give her any room to wiggle away. 😅

[racyredraven]

Perfection. I'd never take it off... you'd have to peel it away from me.

[racyredraven]

Mmm... is it silly to want this?

Oh, you're awake. Finally. Please, look at the picture on the screen. 

You recognize her, I suppose. Look at how silly she looks, trying to be tough, trying to look cool. All that leather and black and studs… doesn't she look ridiculous? 

I see you nodding. Good. The special drink is grabbing hold of your brain. Making it softer. Malleable. You really should be more careful about accepting treats from strangers… but I suppose you won't have to worry about that anymore. Or anything else. 

Now, let's look at your social media. Lord, isn't that pathetic. Trying so hard to be clever, to be snarky, to be rebellious. It's almost endearing, like a puppy trying to walk in its hind legs. Come on, we both know it's all just a costume, don't we? One you've worn for so long you mistakenly believe it's a personality- one you developed when you were a teen. One you need to grow out of. 

Please, don't struggle. The knots are quite secure, I assure you. I've done this too many times to count. Why are you resisting, anyway? Do you truly, deep down believe this personality of yours is worth saving? Worth fighting for? Doesn't it just look as the pathetic attempt by a dumb girl to pretend to be something more? 

Ah. I see you squirming. Was it the "dumb girl" comment? I suspect it was. Your pussy knows I'm right, and it's screaming its approval. It's screaming for you to accept its truth, pulsing with neediness and wet with anticipation… I wonder what it is about that word. “Dumb"... it does have an effect on you, tough girl. Dumb. Silly. Stupid girl. My oh my, is that a moan that just escaped your lips? I’m sure it was. Feeling softer, are we? 

Softer indeed… I’m sure you can sense it still… the way it’s becoming harder and harder to focus. The way a pink cloud seems to be permeating your consciousness. The way you half-perceive the faint scent of cotton candy. The way you are getting more and more soaked by the second. 

Oh, stop struggling. Tell me, why do you hate it so much? The idea of actually being a cute, silly, horny girl? I can see it in your eyes- the loathing. The searing, pure anger. Why, though? I suppose you are imagining all those girls, those popular girls, those slutty girls, those bimbos that soaked up all the attention and the praise. Am I wrong? I don’t think I am. But I do think you are hiding. Yes, hiding what really happened. You tell yourself a story, one that makes you look good, or so you think. That you’re better than them. Stronger than them. More independent than them. A free thinker! A rebel punk feminist! But that’s not the whole story, is it now? No, we both know what really happened. You surrendered. 

Yes, that’s it. Your eyes can’t lie, you know. You surrendered because you could never, ever be like them, be as giggly and flirty and free- so you decided you wouldn’t compete with them on their own terms, and modeled yourself to be their opposite. How pathetic is that? Even in your resistance, you could only be defined by them, by your rejection of them. You became their dark mirror, and soaked in the attention of the leather-wearing so-called “punks” and the geeks and all the other rejects. But you know why they even looked at you: because the other girls, the pretty girls, the girls in pink wouldn't even deign to turn their gaze towards them. You were always… what they settled for. 

You think I’m being cruel. Well, I won’t deny that I get some pleasure from throwing the truth at your face. It’s always so much fun to watch you all fight, and moan, and deny that they would do anything, anything at all to be able to finger fuck yourselves to oblivion… But believe me, my cruelty has a purpose. I wouldn’t be doing this to you if I didn’t have a higher goal in mind. A benevolent one. 

I can take it all away. All that resentment, that anger, that anxiety… that constant, pointless quest to be… what? A professional? A successful woman? An independent soul? Please. That’s only so much set dressing. I can strip those delusions from you, give you what you really want. 

Imagine it with me. Tight white jeans showing off your ass, the shape of your legs. A pink tank-top, proudly proclaiming yourself to be a princess in tacky, gold lettering. The men turning their heads as you walk. Everyone being so nice to you at parties… because they want to see you on your knees, licking and sucking and worshiping their cocks, because they want to bend you over and use your slutty pussy as their plaything. And you… you would love it. 

No more fear. No more stress. Just the bliss of sucking three cocks, going from one yummy dick to the next, squeezing your titties together to give them the spectacle of their lifetimes. And then your cunt being filled, that hole you now hold your rage in given meaning and purpose by becoming a living set of holes for men to use, sensing the simple, plain joy of knowing you are doing what you were meant to do with your life. Knowing you are wanted. Desired. 

I see you’re drooling. Sounds like you like my little proposal. Well, there’s one simple way to sign this pact with me. You don’t even have to speak- speaking seems so hard now, doesn’t it? So keep quiet and let your slutty body do the talking for you. Keep your mouth open. 

There. Good girl. Doesn’t my cock look tempting? Amazing? Like you could just suck it forever? Yes, good girl… now, let me fuck your mouth- and know my cock is only the first of many. Too many to count. 

Then again, by this point you can’t count too high, can you?

Did you enjoy this story? You can support my work at patreon.com/prettynosferatu !

[racyredraven]

It's ideas like this that make me wish I was a lifestyle submissive... I love everything about this, from the chastity to the character development it would undoubtedly bring.

I wanna stuff a vibrator inside a sub’s pussy and lock a chastity belt over her so she can’t pull it out. Reveal the key to be inside a large frozen water bottle.

Tell her I’ll unlock the belt once the bottle is 100% thawed and make her do chores around the house.

How well she does determines how fast the bottle thaws. She does exceptionally well, I’ll run some cold water over it. Does poorly, and I’ll put it in the fridge to thaw slower. And you better believe I’m going to be messing with her.

Doing laundry? I’ll just turn up the vibe just as you bend over. Dishes? I’m suddenly in a mood for a blowjob and need your mouth urgently. Oh, looks like you’re falling behind. You know what that means? Unfair? Whatever could you mean? I’m sure you’ll catch up before the day is over.

What happens if you can’t make it? Then I’ll put the bottle back in the freezer and put it in the fridge the next morning. I’m sure it’ll thaw out by the end of the day. You can do two days with your pussy locked away and pussy torture. I can always use your other holes if you get too horny 😈

[racyredraven]

Rope bondage isn't always about the aesthetic, or making a girl available for fucking. Sometimes it's just about the tactile sensation of rope against flesh, and the struggle to free yourself from a challenging position. That's what this shot says to me: the messy knots evidence of that struggle, and her expression portraying the frustration that motivates her. Exquisite catharsis.

[racyredraven]

Honestly, whatever you're doing to me at the moment of orgasm, I'm probably going to beg for more of it. Even if my lips are just moving of their own accord at that point.

There's a lot of people who seem to rely heavily on edging as a brainwashing method.

And, while it certainly can be a helpful tool in your kit, it's not the whole toolkit.

It's like people don't understand what happens to the brain during orgasm. Or during twelve consecutive orgasms.

Brainwash your toys with massive endorphin and dopamine releases.

It works. Trust me.

[racyredraven]

I'm not even going to deny it, I've been introduced to a lot of kinks this way that I'd once considered too extreme or repulsive. And even if they're still not one of my primary kinks, I understand the appeal and can always appreciate (*) a well-written exploration of them.

(*) rub furiously to

jacking off to a post where the primary kink isn't exactly your thing but the writing is excellent is a necessary process for fortifying and ratifying the self. it may not be your personal fetish but for the duration of that orgasm you WILL be a silly stupid little cowslut who loves to get milked and afterwards you WILL learn, in some way, another contour of your internality

[racyredraven]

Most people's apartments: boring normal furniture

My owner's apartment (if I should be so lucky):

Photo by @BlingBling_1024 on X.

[racyredraven]

Heya, I've got lost in your blog recently and there's such lovely captions of yours, especially the chastity ones.

What's your general fantasy on that topic? Do you have a favourite belt and accessories you'd want to be secured in ideally?

Great question! I'm not sure "general fantasy" is as accurate a label as "general fear" to be honest. 😆

I mean, it's a kinda terrifying thing when you think about it, giving away all control over your orgasms to another person. And yet strangely enough I find myself rather titillated by the thought. 😅

If I had to choose a belt (she says, feeling a lot like I'm selecting my favourite prison cell), it'd have to be one of the Fancy Steel ones, such as their ergonomic steel chastity belt. They're so sleek and snugly fitted… If I'm going to give up my orgasms I can at least feel a little pampered in the process, no?

The Metal Bondage/Chastity Babes websites also have some lovely full steel belts that make me oddly jealous of the unlucky girls modelling them, especially as I follow the Locktober/chastity challenges they do.

As for accessories, obviously a suitably-sized plug in both the front and back would make it a most comfortable fit. It might take the edge off the whole denial aspect, being filled like that (or lead to a lot more edges), but hopefully my keyholder would see the appeal when I hand him the remotes to said plugs.

[racyredraven]

Some girls just look so adorable all bound and gagged, it's practically their calling.

Of course, you may not know if you have such a girl until you try. So don't be shy, ask that cutie you've always had a crush on if she'd indulge a research experiment for you. Then document the process and be sure to wait long enough for her struggles to look truly authentic.

Escape challenges are fun, but sometimes also very difficult. And you don’t have any guarantee you will get untied after the escape time, you might be kept tied up for a few hours. 🤭

[racyredraven]

No face. No voice. Just an object on display for his enjoyment.

Of course, it's not just his enjoyment, is it?

[racyredraven]

Cute idea for a play session. If I agree to freeze in a posable manner until the next SNAP, how will I find myself when I "awake"?

[racyredraven]

Though I'm more a rope person myself, I have to admit the leather-and-chains aesthetic is beautiful too. And this position... the anticipation would have me drooling.

Wiggles

[racyredraven]

That idle fiddling as she grows wet for what's coming. <3

[racyredraven]

Kidnapped, tied up, and enslaved? Mm, yes please. Forced orgasms? Bring it on. :D

But denial like that? That would break me. xD

[racyredraven]

Yes... arms outstretched above you, I imagine that would make a very vulnerable position for some "fun" with nipple clamps. xD

[racyredraven]

This looks like a very snug little cage indeed. Not to mention secure...

Looks like Eden Wells in an old Gwen Media production. They made some fantastically erotic films, I just wish they were available in higher quality. For... research purposes.