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[spiralingvixy]

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[spiralingvixy]

everytime you see this post, slap yourself

just once, wherever on your body you'll feel it the most

just once, wherever it's most fun for you to get hit

get somewhere safe, or even get someone to help

everytime you see it, even you if you see it again after reblogging it

well done, now reblog. reblog as many times as you like

have fun!

[spiralingvixy]

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

[spiralingvixy]

Collars and leashes are such a delight

Just imagine going shopping together, gently tugged along by your owner, the situation so so obvious to everyone we pass by

As I drag you along, browsing the dresses deciding which you'll try on for me, only clipping off the leash when you get changed, the moment you come to show me I immediately clip it on again, and take you for another lap around the store, to see if you like wearing this adorable outfit-

You do, of course, love it.

But I like dragging it out before you admit to it. Its so cute~

And then we leave, my doll's wardrobe a little fuller, and everyone that saw us has a new story to tell- we'll make a town legend out of you yet cutie

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It started out as curiosity. You began browsing some kinky hashtags on Tumblr.

The first feeling was shock. You couldn’t believe other people were actually into the things you were reading, the videos and gifs you were seeing. Profane fantasies of sexual abuse, brief snippets of misogynistic porn scenes. But you couldn’t stop browsing. Deeper and deeper you went, scrolling further and further into each category, exploring more and more hashtags. You don’t even remember placing your fingers on your clit, but one moment, as if you snapped out of a subconscious state, you suddenly realized you were rubbing yourself through your panties, leaving a wet patch beneath your pussy.

The next feeling was embarrassment. Where at first you couldn’t believe other people were into these things, now, you couldn’t believe you were touching yourself to them. But your hand tugged at the waistband and penetrated your panties as you continued to make circles at your clit. You moaned and whimpered softly, then progressively louder as you encountered more degrading and disgusting content.

The next feeling was pleasure. You accepted that this was what you needed, that you had finally found a missing piece to your own sexual pallet. You began reblogging and adding your own captions to content. You spammed posts so quickly you lost track, but it had to have been at least 20 over the course of the next hour as you rubbed more and more, edging yourself to oblivion. Your mind felt numb, and yet simultaneously, you could feel your pleasure receptors firing at an alarming rate. It was as if your body had been pumped full of drugs, but this was better. No drug could make your pussy feel this good. That’s when the messages started rolling in from random misogynistic men who had been stroking their cocks to your page as you had been firing off one post after another.

The next feeling was need. You craved the attention of these men. You didn’t know what they looked like, but you didn’t care. They could be fat and hairy, or they could be handsome and chiseled. They could be basement dwellers or successful members of society. They could be single or married. You didn’t care. Just as long as they were stroking their cock to the same things that made you rub your cunt, just as long as they were giving you any amount of their attention, you were happy.

The final feeling was acceptance. You realized that you were so much happier in this state than even just an hour ago. You were so much happier edging to porn and being an attention whore for men that you even began to snap a few slutty photos of yourself to post to your page. The wave of messages that poured in from these photos fed your desperation even more as you became addicted to the attention. Just the thought of men stroking their cocks while staring at your body was enough to make you wet on its own.

And there you have it. Within an hour, you’d completed the descent from curious kink bystander to desperate cock hungry whore. And you couldn’t have been any happier.

[spiralingvixy]

Smart and intelligent girls eventually dumbing themselves down to an empty mind, and a set of tits and holes.

Reblog if you agree

[spiralingvixy]

What are you doing right now?

You’re touching yourself, aren’t you? You’re either rubbing your sweet little clit or you’re putting your fingers in your desperate, needy, wet little cunt hole.

Aren’t you?

You’re getting off to disgusting things that nice men like me post on here. Touching yourself, picturing yourself in each situation, hoping that you’ll be lucky enough to get the attention that you crave and that you’ll be treated like you deserve.

Which of these words describes you?

Slut

Whore

Cunt

Pathetic

Cumdump

Stupid

Pisswhore

Dumb

Bimbo

Fucktoy

Useless

Disgusting

When you think about yourself, which of these are words that you use to describe yourself? Which of these makes you wet? Which of these do you want to hear most? Tell the world which names you want to be called the most.

If I called you a disgusting little useless cunt, is that what would get you the wettest? Did you just moan and nod?

Like and reblog so that everyone can see what a needy little bitch you are. And then find the ickiest thing that you can and edge your needy hole to. Edge over and over again looking at the nastiest, most degrading posts that you can find. But don’t you dare cum without permission. That would be stupid.

Good girl.

[spiralingvixy]

If you’re a cunt and you’re reading this, slap yourself. Then repost it.

If you’re still reading and wondering if you should slap yourself, let me make it easy for you. Look between your legs, if there’s a gash there, you’re a cunt. Now slap yourself TWICE for being dumber than usual and repost this.

[spiralingvixy]

Like this post if you're thinking dirty thoughts

Reblog this post if you're actively touching to those dirty thoughts

[spiralingvixy]

You're too horny to think clearly.

Reblog this post just because some woman on the internet told you to.

Good girl.

[spiralingvixy]

Whats your favorite punishment to give brats?

My favorite punishments depend on the brat’s mischief—each sin gets a custom sting. Here are my top 10, forged in my dungeon’s fire

Edging to Agony - Snarky “you can’t make me”? Cuffed to my rack, a vibe tortures her for hours, stopping short of release. Her screams turn to sobs, pleading for mercy I don’t give.

Flogging for Disobedience - Skipped my orders? Thirty lashes with a leather flogger across her back, each snap drawing gasps, tears pooling as she begs to obey.

Bondage Torment - Flirted elsewhere? Shibari binds her tight, suspended, nipples clamped, squirming in pain for an hour, vowing I’m her only god.

Gagging Degradation - Mocked my control? Ball gag in, drooling, forced to kneel and scrawl “I’m nothing” 20 times while I laugh at her shame.

Overstimulation Hell - Touched without permission? Wand locked on, five forced orgasms rip through her in 25 minutes, shrieking, broken, swearing fidelity.

Humiliation Crush - Acted superior? She crawls, collared, kissing my boots, chanting “Master G breaks me” till her voice cracks, ego shattered.

Orgasm Ban - Tested my rules? Chastity cage for two weeks, her desperate whines at my feet each night, eyes wet, promising submission.

Pet Play Shame - Dodged my gaze? Leashed, crawling on my floor, eating from a bowl

Sensory Deprivation Terror - Lied to me? Blindfold, earplugs, chained in darkness for 40 minutes, trembling, spilling every secret to escape the void.Wax

Play Burn - Smart-mouthed quip? Hot wax drips across her chest, each drop pulling yelps, writing “I’m sorry” in pain, tears my reward

[spiralingvixy]

Something about being so brainwashed that you’d mindlessly do anything as soon as you read your new text message from Them. At work or in public? No worries, you will find a place to serve. Gosh that idea gets me every time..

[spiralingvixy]

It's been a while since I sent any rape threats, it's wrong to ignore a natural female need. If any of you little whores are dying to be abused, interact here as you like and your dreams will come true.

[spiralingvixy]

Reblog if your DMs open for horny 1cky ppl

[spiralingvixy]

By popular request, Ruby’s Mindfuck by EvilT

[spiralingvixy]

How to Find a Traitor

Hi! This was inspired by This Hypnotic Audio by VerityLey, which is insanely hot....but also, yknow, CW for this being based on a very real hypnosis file that can give you very real hypnotic triggers (and while I don't think this story would do that on its own...safety first and all that). So y'know, just keep that in mind, I suppose ;p

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Who was it?

The Captain of the C.N.S. Byzantium was known as a cruel, harsh man.  Many were the days he had spent chasing down defectors, and many were the names of those who had... disappeared, once he had inevitably sniffed them out as plantfuckers.  

Couldn't be someone from Engineering...unless that's exactly what they wanted him to think.

Even though he had only served for a single year as Captain, the turnover rate aboard his ship was almost three times the amount of any other of its class.  This despite the latter half of his year spent with his ship in drydock, slowly receiving repairs while the battle against the Weeds raged onward.  

He winced as he remembered the close call that had completely knocked out his engines and eventually sent them limping into the nearest safe haven.  How nearly half of his crew had been taken by the damnable affini...and the angry chewing out he had received from his superiors within the New Terran Militia (or whatever it was they were calling themselves these days; it seemed to change every month).  

Was that their plan?  Get him kicked out of leadership, make him slow and dull?  An empty-headed idiot, unable to think? Not him. Never him.

The Captain scowled at his hands, at the thickened band of skin caused from years of running his fingernails over the backs of his thumbs.  His thoughts sometimes felt muddled, messy. The lines drawn between the web of relationships hard to keep track of. Even if it didn't make sense to him, he was still in control.  

He just needed to find this most recent traitor, and then he would finally be able to sleep right.  He knew they were in his crew...somewhere.  He could feel it in his gut. Outbound communications had been rising steadily, and his newest Comms Officer (the previous one had, of course, been a traitor as well) had quietly notified him of that fact.

A knock at the door drew him from his thoughts.  A pause, and then the door opened to reveal something that finally brought the ghost of a smile to his lips: two of his most trusted Officers, and an Ensign they were practically dragging in behind them.  The lad was barely out of Naval Academy, boots still muddy from spending so much time on-planet.  The recruit's eyes danced across the room, unable to settle. Pumped full of adrenaline, as sure a mark of a traitor as he had ever seen. The innocent had nothing to hide.

How could such a fresh-faced recruit have found himself in this position? How long ago had the worms buried into his mind?

The Officers set their prisoner down roughly in the only chair in the room for guests, then took their leave.  The door creaked shut, locking itself automatically. Only he had the key. The Captain preferred to handle these sorts of things by himself; the guilt of an innocent loss would weigh on him, and him alone.

Fortunate for him, then, that he had yet to make a mistake.

The Ensign stirred, face pale with fear as he realized just how screwed he was.  The Captain waited while he continued to look around; they always spoke first, eventually.  It was just a waiting game. This time, he waited three minutes.

"I...um, Good Afternoon, sir?"

The Captain slowly blinked as the recruit nervously stammered, unimpressed.  He sounded nervous, shaken- clearly not cut out for the life of a rebel.  No doubt the Affini Compact had offered him a whole bevy of comforts to get him on their side. Two square meals, warm showers for a full minute and a half, the kind of stuff he hadn't gotten in years.

What a fool to accept them.

The traitor bit his lip, then snapped a salute as he spoke again.  "I'm... I'm here to, um, that is...whatever it is Juarez said, it's all a lie, okay?  I'd never betray my brothers and sisters, I swear it!"

A common refrain, an attempt to assuage doubts.  The Captain's stare only tightened, pinning the young man in place while he opened a hidden compartment in the left side of his desk, retrieving a few items and placing one on the table, and keeping the other in his right hand.

The tools of the trade for this kind of thing.

He glanced at the tablet first, scrolling through with one hand until he found the Ensign's information, skimming it quickly.

Ah....of course.

Just as he suspected.  Those in charge had designated Recruit Burkes as a clear potential ally to the Compact after accidentally speaking with a Mx. Drythes, Third Bloom, over a communication device disguised cleverly as a bar's video game; the report made great effort to impress how dangerous it would be to leave someone like Burkes in the rebels for much longer. 

He needed to be...removed.

The Captain pushed down the feeling of guilt in his chest. It was for the best; once the Affini Compact got their vines into you, you were as good as theirs forever. There wasn't any point in trying to bring the recruit back (something he found hard to believe...but those in charge had insisted. Who was he to argue?). Burkes would soon be in a better place, and that was all there was to it.

There was only one thing to do, really.  Even if it didn't make sense to him, the orders were clear.

The Captain levelled the service weapon in his hand, aiming it center-mass at Burkes; he rose to his feet and stepped back and over to the bookshelf in the corner.  He accessed the hidden switch on the underside of the middle shelf, sliding the whole thing over and revealing a darkened passageway.

Almost done...almost done.

The satisfaction of a job well done dangled just out of reach…but no.  Premature celebrations were for others; not the Captain. He knew the hardest part was yet to come; felt it in his gut like vent-critters.

The crewman got to his feet (albeit shakily), eyeing the tablet the Captain held in his other hand.  Burkes chewed on his lip, but upon seeing the iron in the Captain's eyes, decided to comply; the recruit cautiously stepped into the dark passage, the Captain following a few steps behind.  Neither of them spoke; they both knew there was no longer a point.

Soon, it would be over. Soon, the Captain would get a reward.

Why was his heart beating so rapidly?

It wasn't the first time he had done this.  The passage in general was created months ago, serving as a way for the Captain to take care of such business in a discreet manner.  No mess, no worrying about others, just clean and simple and safe.

...Simple...

And yet with each step, the feelings grew and grew. The Captain's eyes darted left and right, searching for...something.  Someone.  But the passage was dark and narrow; they were alone.

The thought of that was...upsetting.

The Captain frowned.  Why?  This is how it had always worked.  Even if it didn't make sense, all that was left to do was bring Burkes to the end (a spot of light rapidly approaching), and then there was…

There was something…that the Captain wasn't supposed to worry about?

It doesn't...it doesn't make sense to...

“Good puppy~” *click click*

The pieces fell into place.  The veil was lifted.  

Oh.

The two Terrans stepped out of the darkness and right into an ambush, vines of soft green and deep blue shooting out and binding them both before they had a chance to blink.  Burke let out a strangled yell of panic, but an injection from her new Mxtress immediately began to calm her right down, based on the noises made soon after.

"There you areeeee, silly little puppy~!"  The vines binding the Capt...the puppygirl squeezed her tightly, drawing excited yips and barks from her like water from a well.  she fell into Mistress's grasp with delight, dropping the tablet Mistress had given her and the squirt-gun (it shot a harmless paralytic) to focus entirely on licking all over her Owner's face.

she was such a Good girl!  she obeyed, and listened, and no one got hurt, and was a Good girl, and everyone was happy!!! she was home she was with Owner and this was her favorite part and Good girls got rewarded!

*click click* went the little circle in Owner's hand, the sound sending shivers of pleasure down her back, causing her eyes to roll and drool to fall. Dumb little puppies like her got Clicker, and it was...sho good...

“Settle down girl, come on now~” puppy’s Owner giggled, brushing her vines through the girl's long hair, which was hidden beneath the cap she usually wore when pretending to be the Old Meanie.  her previous self, the one before Owner had found her on that ship, the one she had ripped from her spirit and soul so lovingly over the months in dry dock.

“Wh…whhhuz goin…on?” The cute rescue, the one-who-used-to-be-Burkes, mumbled through her teeth, having already been stripped and redressed in a flowery flowy slip of a thing. She was already looking so much better, with pupils wide and gaze empty.  

“It's quite simple, little one~ You see, my obedient and precious little girl here, who you may know as the Captain, did what she did best…” Owner smiled down at the puppy, making small coo-ing noises. The puppygirl giggled, writhing as her tummy got rubbies.

*click click* *click click* *click click*

“she fetched what was asked of her.  Such a Good girl, yes you areeeee, yes you areeeee!” Owner began to scritch under puppy’s chin, causing feminine moans and squeals of delight to slip free from her soul.  It was so hard pretending to be a mean nasty angry Captain, which is why Owner did that thing in her head to help!  She didn't really understand how it worked, but that was okay.

How the affini had broken her? Doesn't make sense to puppy!

What was going to happen to the rest of her crew? Doesn't make sense to puppy!

Her Owner's plans for her? Doesn't make sense to puppy!

*click click*

puppy felt the thoughts and questions blissfully slip from her mind, giggling in delight.  Stars, she was such a ditzy little happy pet.  So well trained, so mal…malle…um…so well trained!  Owner tilted her head up to gaze into her eyes, and puppy felt so happy...and a bit sad.

Because this was the Hard Part.

The part that made her whimper. The part where her Owner's eyes pulled her back to the Old Meanie. She felt herself falling, falling to Owner's pretty voice...

“I know, petal. I know. But you get to sleep with me every single night already, don't you? Yes you do, yes you do~ Good puppy.  You're making me sooooo proud, doing this. And very, very soon, we will be ready to get everyone else in one go~”

. . . . .

The Captain woke slowly, peeling his face off of the desk.  He groaned, rubbing his forehead as he glanced around the room.  What had he…?

Oh, right.  He had taken care of the latest traitor, and then he was getting a small nap in.  Something told him that he needed to be extra vigilant for the next while, to find out as many traitors as pawsi...as possible. Those in charge were counting on him.

...It was a little weird that he had been so tired he had collapsed into his chair completely naked and covered in a sheen of sweat, or the smile he was unable to wipe from his face, but that was okay.

And in the corner of his mind, just out of sight...a whisper.

It didn’t have to make sense to puppy.

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Reblog if you want to see a tgirls gock throb in your throat underneath the collar she put on you <3