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Imagining a dom training me to feel electricity as sexual pleasure. They tie me up and start with gentle electrostim on my cock, then slowly ramp up to real shocks all over my body while they play with my holes to keep me wet, never quite letting me orgasm. After days of training, they say I’ll finally be allowed to cum during today’s session. I’m so excited, but the shocks just ramp up and up until one is so strong it makes my back arch and leaves me twitching. I’m confused when they start to pack up, I thought I got to come? “What do you mean?” they say. “You did come. I heard you scream. Look, your cunt’s still clenching with the aftershocks.” Soon they have my so well trained that I’m begging for “orgasms,” begging for them to electrocute me until I’m writhing and spasming uncontrollably, soaking wet even with my cock completely untouched

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I love tied up omo. Restraining a sub so they have no way of holding themselves. Tying them up to a chair and keeping their legs spread. Torturing their bladder and pressing on it or having ropes that press on it while they're helpless. Or just leaving them tied to see them squirm and wiggle, moaning as their desperation grows and grows until they're pissing all over themselves.

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date idea: substance abuse and a ritualistic edging session

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they invented a fleshlight that can smoke weed

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they invented a fleshlight that can smoke weed

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they invented a fleshlight that can smoke weed

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Also I have considered making this a fully separate blog for a while because I’m worried about my main getting deleted if this gets sniped…ppl in the Community if you’ve had your blog deleted was it just the side blog or the whole account?

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I feel like I’ve hit the kink crossover jackpot here. Dom who keeps me strung out on k 24/7 with the express purpose of giving me bladder damage so I have to piss more often, so they can keep me desperate in as many ways as possible

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omo fans i have had this kicking around in my head for days and i need to know if this is anything

Sitting a pretty boy in my lap while hes holding, and telling him that he can only release once i cum, but hes not allowed to touch my dick unless I tell him to. Hes confused because theres obviously no way he could get me to cum like that. I tell him to just wait and focus on holding.

We sit like that for a few hours, watching a show or talking or playing a game together. I praise him the entire time, kissing his neck and head and just holding him tightly, pulling him close to me, telling him how good he is for me as waves of desperation come and he starts to get close.

He starts to get a bit frantic, asking me when ill let him touch me so i can cum. I tell him again to just focus on holding, and bring a cup up to his lips, making him drink while i praise him over and over. i make him hold his legs open for a little bit, pulling them apart from behind him while he whimpers and begs, desperate to touch me so that he might get to release soon.

Its only until he starts to get really desperate that he realizes my plan. My dick is already hard against his ass from all the moaning and kissing, and he can feel it poking into him. Then, I press down his bladder. Instantly he starts to whimper and squirm, trying to keep everything inside of him and accidentally grinding his ass right. into. my. dick. With horror he realizes my plan. I'm going to use him like a human vibrator, pressing down on his bladder like a power button. "Good boy" I coo into his ear as the wave passes over him. I push my hands back on on his bladder and whisper, "Lets try that again, huh?"

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The thought of a man accidentally spilling liquor on himself whilst trying to drink makes me go feral. That’s super sexy of you and I am not liable for what happens next.

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This was a huge part of my intox humiliation awakening btw

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CHOICE

Hannah took a deep drag on her cigarette, holding the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds before releasing it in a thin stream from her mouth. She looked down at her cigarette between her fingers, the constant smoke floating upwards from the tip and thought about what she had done to herself.

She had made a choice. She chose to buy her first pack of cigarettes. She had chosen to start smoking. She had chosen to get herself addicted to nicotine.

That was a couple of months ago. She had always found the idea of smoking to be alluring. Watching other people smoke, seeing the satisfaction on their faces when they inhaled, had turned her on. She had wondered what it felt like. Not just the act of smoking, but the need. The craving. She wanted to know what it felt like to need to do something so badly that all other concerns became secondary. To know how it felt to have your body chemistry changed to become dependant. And to know you did it to yourself.

So she had nervously bought a pack and a lighter. She chose Marlboro Gold because that’s what her friends smoked. She struggled with it to begin with. It made her cough, made her eyes water, and made her feel sick. But Hannah was determined. She was going to make herself get used to it.

It took time. At first she only had one a day, then upped it to two. By the end of the first week she could smoke three a day without feeling queasy. She began to like the ritual of it. She began finding reasons to go outside, so she could light up.

After a month she was actively enjoying it. She was taking deeper drags and was up to 10 per day. It was becoming automatic. A habit. One morning she woke up and her first thought was to have a cigarette. She very quickly got dressed and left her house to go for a walk. As soon as she was outside, she took out her cigarettes and lit one, taking a deep drag. As her lungs filled, a shiver of satisfaction went through her body.

She had, until then, always been conscious of what she was doing. Having to make a conscious decision to take a drag. But as she walked she realised she had started doing it without thinking. Her mind was elsewhere and she let her body act on auto-pilot, her hands raising the cigarette to her lips, her lungs drawing in the smoke, then exhaling it without a thought. That was when she knew. She had done it, she had made herself addicted to smoking.

Hannah smiled as she exhaled again. She had made her choice…and now she no longer had one.

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God imagine if aphrodisiac creams/oils actually worked. Like if I’m too bratty or im annoying you to too much you’d tying me down with my legs spread out and I’d have to watch in horror as you pull out the big jar of aphrodisiac oil. You’d spread a heafy amount on my pussy, making sure to rub it in my clit, and step back as you watch it do its magic. I’d turn into a moaning, writhing mess as I try to buck my hips for any sort of relief. And you’d just watch, maybe take a few pictures to show me later with how huge of a slut I am. Then you’d leave me there for hours, making sure to reapply the oils every now and again <3

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an intense intox kink.

encourage me to spiral. make me worse for you. play on my struggle with ad!ct!on.

"just a little sip won't hurt"

"take a shot for me baby"

"come on, you can down another"

"make me proud sweetheart, get sloppy"

"you're so much better when you're trashed"

"don't you want to ruin yourself for me?"

until i'm begging for you to make me stop.

"remember how good you feel right now. all for me."

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Yeah yeah more experienced partner drugging you we’ve all seen it. What about innocent, sober partner who’s never so much as smoked weed and thinks it’s soooo cool that I use. “I’ve never smoked, can you show me how you hit the bong? I didn’t quite get it, can you show me again?” Their friends are all worried about them hanging out with me, I’m such a bad influence, and they nod and pretend to consider it while they get off watching me stumble across the room, so wasted I can’t stand straight. “I love bad boys. Don’t you want to be my sexy bad boy? Why don’t you do one more line? For me?”

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Nicotine withdrawal play. Is this anything