#nebbysmut

[stonedlilac]

Hi, I'm Nebula.♥︎ (formally known as @drxppingrxses before I impulsively deleted my account).

I am mainly a sub leaning switch. @whispersxwhimpers is my Mommy.♡ I prefer dominance, though I've found through exploration that I enjoy being the domme, too.

Feel free to send me your fantasies, asks, or messages.♥︎

This blog is a NSFT blog that consists of darker and extreme kinks. If this is not your thing, please just leave, don't report a random because you dislike their content. Themes will include BDSM, CNC, kn1feplay, gxnplay, dd/lg mommy&daddy, wlw, etc.

Kinks (green): CNC, kidnap roleplay, sadism, knifeplay, gunplay, orgasm control, masochism, bondage, dd/lg, voyeurism, exhibitionism, roleplay, auralism, impact play(except with caning), corruption, gagging, praise, blood play, medical, latex, leather, masks, hematolagniacs (vampires), intox (no alcohol as I'm a recovering alcholic).

In the middle (yellow): nipple play, humiliation, cum, caning.

Hard limits (red): age play (though I like titles like Mommy, Daddy), coprophagia (scat), urophilia (piss play), paraphilic infantilism (diapers, age play, etc), feet, financial domination, non-stop spanking/slapping, over the knee spanking, autoplushophilia (no hate, just not my thing), mummification, somnophillia, claustrophilia (tight spaces).

Do not interact with me if you're a minor, an ageless/blank blog, if you're racist or lgbtq-phobic, cishet-male (I'm not interested), or just a general piece of shit.

If you've stumbled upon my blog I hope you enjoy yourself.♥︎

Having consent is not an OPTION but a NECESSITY. All posts are purley fantasy- I don't condone any sexual acts that aren't consented for. Kxll all the pedophiles.

All pictures I've posted are labled under #nebbypics. All asks are labeled under #nebbyanswers. All personal short posts will be labeled under #nebbyposts. All videos under #nebbyvideos. Longer stories are under #nebbysmut.

[stonedlilac]

TW: Outdoor Abuse, Degradation, BDSM, Humiliation

You've been bratting the worst I've experienced in awhile with you. I'm enraged and feeling extremely sadistic. I order you to undress and you do. You can see just from my look alone that I've absolutely had enough.

I slip a pair of vibrating panties past your ankles, roughly pulling them over your thighs, giving no regard to your comfort as they harshly dig into you. I take no time collaring you, attaching a chain tightly around your wrists, nipple clamps snugly pinching your nipples. I hook all your binds together by your collar, firmly tugging. Your wrists are forced upwards and against you and the clamps pull forcefully on your tits.

You're whining already and I find that beyond amusing. I force an o-ring into your mouth, followed by a ball gag. I don't want to hear your pathetic fucking whines, I want you to take your punishment like the brat you are. The drool immediately collects and drips from your lips, causing me to chuckle.

Move.

I command, stepping behind you and gently pushing you forward. You do, your feet frantically shuffling like a little mouse trying to get away from a cat. I lead you to the door, grinning and peering at you as you try to keep still. I slowly make my way to you and you back against the door. I feel like an animal cornering their prey.

I grab your cuffs, pulling them towards me, causing you to yelp as the clamps pull your tits outwards.

You've really done it this time, pretty girl. I'm going to break that little mind of yours tonight, along with your body, of course.

I spin you around, throwing open the door.

Walk, pet.

You freeze dead in your tracks, a look of disbelief crossing your face almost instantly. You back into me, whining loud against your gag, the cold air immediately hitting your naked body. I admire the way goosebumps form across your skin, the way your nipples harden against the clamps and your hands clench into fists.

I told you I've had enough, you were warned. Now, walk before I make you.

I gently push you forward crossing my arms, my eyes seering into you.

One lap, the faster you go, the faster you can come in.

I lean against the doorframe as you start to make your way across the yard, soft tracks forming behind you in the pale snow. You wince, picking up your pace as the chains rattle and tug at your clamps. I turn my attention to the remote, turning your panties to the max setting. You are not deserving of a warm up, whore.

You squeal and whine, barely halfway through your treck. I cackle, watching as you stumble, careful to not lose your footing and fall into the snow. Your legs and thighs are shaking especially hard and I wonder if that's due to the torturous purr of the vibrations violating your cunt, or the cold. Maybe both. You're almost to me now and the closer you get, the more desperate I can see you become. Your face contorted as a consistent line of drool runs from your mouth, down your tits and belly. You look so pathetic for me and I love it.

I start to gradually turn down the vibrations, completely cutting them off when you reach me.

Good girl, sweet thing.

I purr at you adoringly- your hair has a light coating of snow, your nipples hard, your body tense and frozen. I open my arms, offering you a blanket and scoop you up, your binds making small clinking noises as I do. I pull you close to me, hugging you and planting light kisses on your cold cheeks. You're panting, your big doe eyes looking at me in hesitation. I peer back at you, cupping your face and tracing the line of drool that travels down to your cunt.

I think it's time Mommy made you feel really good, pet. You did such a good job for me, so obedient and quiet. Now I'm going to make you scream, pretty girl.♡

[stonedlilac]

TW: Brainwashing, BDSM, Sadism, Kidnapping, Hypnosis.

Jerking your wrists in a panic, they refuse to budge. The hard and thick metal encasing them harshly cuts into you, making you squeal. You try the same with your feet, to no avail. You're bare and naked, vulnerable, confused. Scared.

You let out stifled sobs, repeatedly jerking and pulling against your binds until small trickles of blood drip to the floor. It's useless. Your chest erratically rises and falls as you finally still, a sense of calm engulfing the room. Soft footsteps make their way to you, a hand gently traces the outline of your jaw, making you involuntarily shiver and pull back.

No. Look at me.

The grip on your chin tightens and your head is yanked upwards, pulling your jaw in line with your attackers. The mask shapes her face, feminine features followed by a sadistically seductive voice. She's kneeling to meet your level, peering deep into your eyes. Her soft gaze peering at you, almost adoringly.

Good girl. If you listen, this will be a lot more fun for you.

She chuckles, tossing your chin back and standing.

I like my pets compliant, you know...

She trails off, sorting through different objects she's laid out, hidden from my view. She selects a few of them, making her way back to me and gently sets them on a stool next to me. She leans down again, firmly gripping my chin, running her thumb across and down my bottom lip until it pulls into a pout. My fists clench.

Am I going to have to train you to be a good pet?

Suddenly, you slam your palms down on my fists, standing. Sharp electric pains rush through my wrists and up my arms. I cry out, tensing and groaning- my fists becoming limp as the pain surges through my muscles. I pant, glaring up at you as you smirk down at me.

That's okay. I like breaking in a new pet.

You seethe at me, your face close to mine. A small whimper escapes my lips and my eyes start to gloss over. You take this moment of weakness to slip a ring in my mouth. Cranking it so my lips are parted in a humiliating and over exaggerated amount. You grip me tightly by my hair, tilting my head back- taking two fingers and sliding them down my tongue. But you don't stop. You pass my throat, holding me there as I struggle and drool all over your fingers, gagging so pathetically in desperation. You finally let me go, I sputter and cough, tensing against the chair firmly holding me in place.

Before I can recover I feel something enter and fill my cunt. I involuntarily gasp as I feel it fill me, my pussy stretched so suddenly and harshly. You flip a switch and the strap starts to vibrate. My eyes widen as tears well over as I whimper, I can feel my mind starting to get fuzzy. I feel your fingers part my lips, revealing my clit. You place a vibrator against it, on max setting- my whole body seizing as I start to scream.

I'm in such a state I didn't notice when you slipped the headset over my eyes and the headphones over my ears. My mind is engulfed with different images of women doing the most horrid and disgusting things. Videos, pictures, audios. Every position, punishment and sadistic act that even I hadn't thought of.

My mind completely blanks out, my body limp as cum seeps down the strap and onto the floor. I don't know how many times I've cum already. I'm whimpering, my tongue hanging loosely from my gag. A line of spit delicately hangs from it, dripping to the floor.

The last sensation I remember feeling is the harsh pinch of clamps firmly gripping my nipples. The images implanted in my little mind as I become the perfect pet for you.♡

[stonedlilac]

•TW• ⚕️CNC, Drugging, Medical, Needles(IV), BDSM⚕️

Pt1

Gazing, admiring. I've done such good work, of course I'm going to take my time. I reposition the mask on my face, letting some air in through the bottom as it shifts. My scrubs, form fitting and black are wrinkled from the earlier struggle. Filled with various tools, ranging from medical lubricant to a simple small notepad and pen. No phone, though. You're my soul focus.

You're starting to stir and I'm starting to get impatient. The general anesthesia is starting to wear off and I feel myself getting more and more giddy. I have you blindfolded, for now. I don't want you too scared, too tight. Your arms are positioned snugly above your head, locked firmly in place. I'm particularly proud of how I bound your hands. Just enough wiggle room but not enough to succeed with any ill intentions. If anything, I'm being generous, giving you such a false sense of freedom. You should realistically be thanking me. But we can save that for later, I suppose.

Your breaths are starting to quicken, your stomach rising and falling so perfect. I tenderly run a few fingers across it, feeling the sparks and warmth of your skin against mine. You're so beautiful when you're helpless like this. I step towards you, placing a spinal anesthetic against the IV that runs into the fluid surrounding your spinal chord. So thoughtful of me, you won't feel an absolute thing.

You start to wake up, panicked. I'm sure I have an idea why. Probably because you can't feel the bottom half of your body. I start to explain things to you, but your gagged protests quickly cut me off.

The general anesthesia is really causing you panic as it wears off. I tentatively make note of this, slipping my pen and pad back into my pocket. I hum softly to myself, running the tips of my fingers along various tools and instruments, making my medical music as I like to call it.

Your legs are firmly supported in place in metal stirrups, locked and chained down, your cunt exposed and ready for me, already dripping. I adore that. You're whining pathetically against the gag, pulling loosely at your binds.

Snapping a pair of gloves over my hands, I finger a speculum, noticing the cool metal against my palms, turning it gingerly in my hands and adding a substantial amount of lube. I make my way to you, taking your blindfold off, the light like a smack to the face, making you squint.

I run the metal speculum along your belly and down your hips, giggling at the noises and desperate whines you make. Lining up the end of the speculum the blades vertical and the screw facing sideways, I carefully slide it into you, noticing how your eyes widen even though you can't feel what I'm doing to you. Reactions are such a funny thing, sometimes, aren't they?

I smile softly at you, slowly rotating the device stuffed in your cunt 90 degrees. The blades facing horizontally, screws up. You wince and I begin to wonder if you're feeling what I'm doing. It's risky, but I administer another half dose of spinal anesthetic, admiring the way your legs and hips completely relax and fall limp. There we go, perfect. You're begging me through your gag and I pull it down, falling just below your chin. Your hands are balled in tiny fists and your cheeks wet. You start to plead and scream, but I'm far too focused to pay you any mind.

The soft clicks echo through the room as the speculum opens, exposing your wet walls for me.

I grin, I've always wanted to see this, you tied down and panting as I examine your pretty parts. I tenderly slide a plug in your ass, watching as your walls slightly close together, coated to the brim with your wetness. Fuck.

Next is the straps. Different variations and sizes. Adjusting the speculum to fit each one just perfect. The torturous hum of the vibrator violating your clit, hitting the metal speculum and making your cunt shake.

I'm going to drive you over the edge, pet. I'm going to make you scream and tighten in pleasure, your cunt wanting to greedily suck me in, but unable to. Such a pathetic whore.

Pulling out I admire the way your cum runs pathetically down your thighs, running two fingers along your walls and bringing them to your lips.

Good slaves taste themselves and you've been so good for me, haven't you?♥︎

[stonedlilac]

•TW• Knifeplay, forced submission, cnc, primal play, bondage, fingering, kidnapping.•

Running, pace quickening I make a fatal mistake, I glance back. I feel your whole body weight slam me into the ground. I grunt beneath you already struggling, screaming obscenities and squirming. My nails clawing at the ground beneath me as I desperately try to slinker away. Your grunts match mine as you grab ahold of my wrists, forcing them behind me and securing them in place with one hand.

My ragged breaths quicken as I suffocate into the dirt. You notice this and smirk, pressing firmly on the back of my skull as I begin to feel dazed and weaken beneath you. That's when I hear it. The all familiar click. I try to part my arms, but they're now cuffed behind me.

You grab ahold of the back of my hair, silent, almost like a hunter, forcing me to my feet, spinning me around and around, humiliating yet admiring the twists and contortions your sadistic hands create. My eyes are already starting to get wet, I'm dizzy and dazed, my outfit covered in branches, leaves and dirt. It's no use, we're alone. I start to buckle beneath you when I realize this, defeat already starting to take ahold.

You shake me, I spring back to my feet, harsh reality hitting me hard. That's when I hear another click. This one is all too familiar, too... it's a knife. I gasp and freeze like a doe trapped in headlights. You slowly bring the dull tip towards my neck, working it down. Hinting that you could flip it to the sharp side at any moment, if you really wanted. My breaths catching as I try not to breathe, my face flushed and reddening with every passing second. You quickly flip the knife, slicing open my dress from top to bottom. The wind hits my exposed breasts, as I didn't wear a bra today, my nipples hardening. You immediately notice this and let out a soft chuckle running the tip along my nipples. I start to squirm against you and you tighten a hand around my throat, folding and putting the knife in your pocket.

You bring it to my clit, gently rubbing through my panties, admiring how wet I am for you regardless of the harsh abuse. I feel my panties get pulled to the side and you slide a finger in. I can't help but let out a moan, my body and mind betraying me. You start to pump in and out of me, adding two, three fingers until I'm a whimpering mess, my wetness soaking up your hand as the rough thwap-thwap-thwaps of my dripping cunt fill the air.

You grab me, harder, a hand covers my mouth and nose as you feel me tigten against you, all air supply cut off. My pussy clenches against you and I involuntarily lift my thighs up until you're holding me with nothing but the fingers in my cunt and the hand wrapped around my mouth.

I clench around you, my body tensing as I cum hard against your hand. I barely have time to recover before you slap a piece of tape over my mouth and fling me over your shoulder like a ragdoll. I know I'm in for way worse, but it's useless to fight. Especially being as tied up as I am. My breaths hitched and sporadic, how am I already so ruined?

The cum leaks through my panties and down my thigh, a firm reminder of what I truly am and was made for. Just a toy to please and fill up when you feel the need, right?

[stonedlilac]

TW• Kidnap, CNC, electrical play, forced submission, intox play

Standing over you I peer down at you, almost admirably, watching your slowed breaths rise and fall. Your bare stomach exposed and your breasts perky, nipples hardening from the chill overtaking the room. You may be calm and at peace now but it won't be long before that'll change. When you wake fear will take over and you'll look just absolutely stunning.

The liquid trazadone I injected into your neck is doing a really good job at keeping you sedated. It really wasn't long before you fell into my arms, I only had to keep you quiet for a couple minutes. That was easy. You're so small and frail, after all. And I've been watching you, darling. I know quite a bit about you...

You start to stir, first your fingers begin to flex, your hands weakly opening and closing, your eyes haven't even opened yet. I chuckle softly to myself, watching you come to very slowly. Your eyes slowly open, glazed over and dazed. You've been set up in such a way squirming would do you absolutely no good. I've hidden myself in a place where I can watch you but you can't see me.

You begin to pull at the metal binds holding your hands flat, you've been bent over, on your knees, your arms separated on each side, laying in a metal support. The metal binds hold your feet down and spread to the floor. Your head lays in another support, keeping your back straight and arched, exposing all of you to me.

The struggling does nothing but make you realize a doubled strap is stuffed tightly in your ass and cunt, attached to another pillar. You jerk forward, a pained moan overfilling from your lips. But the straps are so big they fill you no matter how far you tilt forward.

Thats not the most enjoyable part, though. Attached to your cunt are metal clasps, screwed tightly- spreading your lips and exposing your stuffed hole. Every time you pull forward those clasps pull your cunt, and because they're bolted shut they don't let go. This causes you to scream, shoving your cunt and ass backwards- taking the full length of the straps. A pained expression crosses your face but you stay still. Taking in everything you can with the limited movement you're given.

Suddenly a machine powers up in front of you, someone is here. You wince, your cunt tightening against the strap- your lips clenching and hugging it. That's when another strap, clearly controlled by remote is slowly brought towards your lips. You're unable to move, unable to get away- the strap pushes against your teeth, painfully. You have no choice but to open your mouth.

When you do the strap fills your throat in no time, staying there. You gag, painfully, struggling the most you can muster, you start to feel your breath shorten as you panic. Your face flushed, tears running down your face and drool dripping down to your tits. Slowly the strap starts to mechanically reverse, shining and wet from your spit. It stops just at the tip of your lips and you gasp around it, trying to gather as much air as you can.

You hear a switch click but have little time to react as the strap shoves its way down your throat again. Speeding up the machine throat fucks you. That's when you hear another machine start up. This one sounds bigger, scarier. The straps shoved in your cunt and ass start to rhythmically move in and out of your holes, one after another, picking up speed.

I'm still watching you, hearing your struggled gags, gasps and moans, they have made me soaked. But I'm not here to hear that. I'm here to make you scream. I flip another switch, furrowing my brow as you helplessly get ruined by machines I built special for you. Suddenly you stiffen and buck against the binds. Ah, it's working my pet.

Feeling the straps penetrate every single hole, you hear a final switch. Suddenly vibrations start to run through every single thing touching you. But these vibrations aren't pleasant and you can tell. They increase and you feel your whole body tense, you let out a pained, gagged scream. Electricity. There's electricity running theough every single metal piece attached to you. It stops and you go limp against your binds, the straps still working their way inside your holes, pace quickening even more. You begin to feel your cunt and ass tighten against the straps brutally fucking your holes. You scream wet moans through the strap fucking your throat. You're going to cum... you're being so brutally violated and yet you're still going to cum.

The machine picks up its speed even more, the sounds of your wet cunt filling the room, your gags becoming uncontrollable as they mingle with moans. Your body tenses and the strap filling and emptying your cunt turns a creamy white as your cum drips all over it. But I'm nowhere near done with you yet. I flick your favorite switch and I see your body tense another time, don't worry the shocks won't kill you, they'll just give you the best orgasm of your life. I click the strap penetrating your throat off and it slows down until it's shoved deep down your throat, cutting off most of your air. I want you dazed and woozy, my prey. The strap in your ass and cunt pounds in and out of you, your holes gaping and dripping from how hard you came the first time. I smirk to myself, watching you become absolutely strap dumb. The clamps parting your pussy give me exactly the view I want as the machine controlled strap pumps in and out of your hole.

I want to see how loud you can get. I flip a few switches and the straps penetrating your mouth and ass fall out. Now you're just a hooked breeding whore for me to use. I flip another switch and the strap in your pussy goes faster than you've ever felt. You lean forward, the clamps pull your cunt even further apart as tears boil over and drip down your face. You're screaming and moaning, the pleasant sounds filling the room as your wet cunt takes every inch. You cum, hard. Screaming and writhering against the machine, moans desperate and short. I smile to myself, silently turn away from you and make my way up the stairs. The machines still going, your screams penetrating the room worse than the strap is penetrating you. I flip one last switch on my way out, the light.

Placed in front of you is a full body length mirror. I want you to watch yourself get destroyed while I go rest. You see, you claim you can't be broken but this is only night one and you're already a screaming, panting mess. Easier to break than I thought, my prey. And you haven't even felt me yet...

[stonedlilac]

"Go on, count out loud, whore. Unless you're already too broken to remember what fucking counting is."

Your sweet and calm tone echos through the room, sending a shiver down my spine, I let out a small whimper. The simple phrase that has escaped your lips so sweetly has managed to bring me fear but the small wet spot forming in my underwear says different. The small line of drool running down my lips to my naked tits portrays the struggle I've endured thus far. You've set up a mounted strap to a pillar and commanded me to keep it down my throat, regardless.

I've been nothing but a brat today and you've had enough, you're clearly fed up and you want me quiet. But quiet in a different way, quiet by choice, hence the free will to keep a strap down your throat. Because you know if you don't the consequences will be way worse for you. A muffled "one" fills the room, and you grin ever so wide. You lean forward and pull my underwear down exposing my bare ass. I shuffle against the strap down my throat, preparing myself for the next strike, the smallest of drawn out groans escaping the depths of my throat and vibrating against the strap down my throat. My arms are locked down to the pole holding the strap, keeping me in place and crouched. Even this position alone is torture in itself but it keeps me nice and exposed for you, which is what you want.

A trail of wetness clings from my pussy to my underwear as you slowly drag them down my thighs. I gasp at the sudden sensations of the air hitting my wet cunt and you smirk. "Soo sensitive, already?" you question, running a single finger up my slit and admiring it. You chuckle and make your way behind me.

I hear rusting and my pussy tightens in anticipation, I'm wary but I'm so worked up already. *smack* A pained gasp escapes my lips as the flog caresses my pussy, curving around it and smacking the bottom of my ass. "T-two" my muffled moan tenderly gripping the strap violating my mouth. *smack* *smack* *smack* A pained whine crescendos through the room and my knees buckle, my arms being pulled forward, the sting lingering. "Threefourfive" I spew, I know you're looking at me, I can feel it.

Looking at the way my body is already crumbling beneath your touch, the thin red lines forming upon my ass, the way I lean forward with each smack, my eyes clearly squinting beneath the blindfold. The thick trail of drool running down my stomach to my cunt as the strap goes further down. The way my hands turn to fists as I endure the humiliation and pain you have planned for me like a good girl. *smack* I finally buckle a single tear running down my cheek.

"Can't even make it to ten baby? That's okay, you've done soo good so far, taking that strap down your throat as I strike you." You shuffle, the stings lingering but in a comforting way, warm and tender. You moan beneath the strap, as you feel hands pull you gently by the hair. The strap pops out of your mouth, a line of drool falling down your tits. You gently grab my hips, leaning me forward and parting my legs at the knees. "How bad do you want me, kitten?" you purr running a few fingers up and down my slit. I back into you, fully moaning, exposing myself and grinding against your fingers. "Please" I whisper barely able to beg from how worked up I am.

"Oh no, no, no darling. You're going to have to do better than that." you gently smack my pussy making me yelp. "Please fuck me, I want you to fuck me please, I'll be good, I'll take all of you", you grin wide and plunge the head of the strap into me. I scream out and back into you, bottoming out my own self and taking all of you.

"So eager" you chuckle, quickening your pace, the sounds of my wet pussy filling the room. I grip the pillar and loud moans violate the room and fill the air. Skin on skin, breath quickening between the two of us as we become one. You grip my neck and back me towards you, your hot breath dancing against my ear. "You want to be bred, slut?" you ask quickening your pace and tightening your grip against my throat. A wheezed "please" leaves my lips as I start to feel fuzzy in my brain. You thud into me, harder and harder and wheezes escape my lips, my pussy clenching around you as my face turns red. "Mmm such a good fucking girl, I'm going to cum in your cunt, my little breeding toy." You shove your strap all the way into me and I breathlessly scream as we both cum, panting and intertwining.

You fall into me and I bear your weight as I catch my breath myself. You grab me gently and mumble, "you did so good babygirl" unclasping my binds and gathering me into your arms. I'm shaking and breathless from how hard I've cum and I cuddle into you as you hold me, a small smile leaving my lips as I let out a sigh and close my eyes against you.

[stonedlilac]

TW: Kidnapping, CNC, abuse, corruption, stockholm syndrome, choking, forced stimulation.

Your sharp and slow touch tracing my bones, anticipation and fear rising within me. Fueling me, bringing me to the edge of euphoria. Almost as if I'm not entirely there, but I know you'll bring me back. Snap me out of the cloudiness overtaking my fear ridden head. 

I can feel myself getting dizzy, my blood rushing and my face flushed. My body can't help but fall into you, like a weakened fawn, just opening their eyes, weak to the world. I take in your warmth, you're so fucking warm. It feels nice, but it shouldn't feel nice. 

You chuckle against me, roughly grabbing me by my chin and lifting me off the ground. I squeak against you, kicking my legs in protest. Everything whooshes back. The stalking, the consistent paranoid feeling, validated by your calculated strike. The subtle notes and texts. Missed calls and eerie tokens you left on my doorstep. I knew who you were, but I didn't. I saw a face with no name. 

The thoughts come flooding back, of that night. The night you slipped something into my drink, through casual conversation. Without me even noticing. The way your eyes peered at me as I felt myself get fuzzy. I wasn't scared, though. I felt safe with you. Conditioned. You'd keep me safe.

The abrupt and rough hands placed around my cutting off any sound. I recognized your grip immediately. I didn't put up as much of a fight as last time. Just enough to make you think you've caught me. But I want this so bad. I'm conditioned to be yours, to be bred, to be snatched whenever you please. I want your rough touch, your marks and bruises. The way you make me bleed and scream is so pretty. 

Instilling fear deep into my bones, they do nothing but creak for you. Corrupting my mind with your tender darkness, its vile grip squeezing me to my core. I can't breathe without feeling the sharp sting of your hand. I can't eat if I'm not feeling your fingers violate my throat first-

A brutal sting brings me back, I was so lost in thought. I hear you hiss into my ear what a disgusting slut I am. Involuntarily moaning against you as you drag me further from anyone or anything. We're alone, I'm yours to use and dispose of. I shake against you and you effortlessly toss me to the ground. My wrists collide with the ground, a sharp pain traveling through them. 

You instinctively grab them, pinning them behind me, my body falling forward and my chin slamming into the ground. My teeth clink and I taste blood. I moan cry against you and you flip me over, tearing open my shirt and pinching my nipples. I squirm against you, blood dripping down my cheeks and chin, mingling with my hair and my ears. 

Ragged breaths escape my lips and I see you smirk, reach forward and shove a couple fingers past them. My spit and blood make me gurgle against you, panting and groaning. You grab my hair and tilt my head back, making me take your fingers as deep as they'll go, choking me. My face turns red and I start to feel fuzzy, your hand wraps around my neck, squeezing. I panic. My body struggles harshy against you and that's when it hits me. You could kill me, right here, right now. Your hand leaves my throat and you slide your fingers out of my mouth, throwing my head forward as I fight for air and breathe in dirt.

You bring your fingers towards my hips, shoving them past the fabric and rubbing my clit. I arch into you, my wetness dripping. Slapping me you mock me, edging my pussy, pain mixed with pleasure. I could cum from your touch and abuse alone. You tear down my pants and panties to my ankles, makeshifting a loose bind on my ankles. I shiver as you slip two fingers inside, stretching me and filling me. I gasp beneath you, my hands clenching into fists, raising my hips slightly. "F-ffuck" I moan, that's met with fingers roughly shoved in and out of my mouth. Making me gag, choke and writher against you. You've always loved my mouth, you complimented it so much through the abuse last time. 

My eyes water over, tears running down my cheeks as you violate my holes. Screams mingled with gurgles as you completely ruin me with your hands alone. Suddenly, a cloth tied to a piece of rope is stuffed in my mouth. You pull the rope tight, gagging me. You throw a black hood over my head and my sight is taken. I'm truly scared now and you know it. I feel my body easily get lifted off the ground as you throw me over your shoulder. I don't think I'll be going back home this time. I don't think I entirely mind. 

I still against you, the crunching of the leaves unusually loud underfoot as we make our way somewhere unknown to me.

I suppose I have no choice now but to make you my entire world. Serve you, please you- show you I'm worthy of keeping forever.♡ 

[stonedlilac]

°•TW CNC, BDSM, humiliation, outdoor play, kidnap fantasy, knifeplay, stalking•°

You've been watching me for weeks now, observing my routines, my patterns, my schedule. You like watching, it gives you a sense of purpose- a different kind of thrill per say. Knowing that you know her next move when they themselves don't even know it yet. Mmmm, just the thought makes the buldge beneath your pants get harder.

You advance, it's now or never. Gathering up the last of your strength you pounce, like a wolf upon a fawn, no chances of escape and NO remorse. She struggles, of course. Letting out little gasps beneath you as you try to gain your own composure. It's a good thing you wore a mask, this one is wild. You grab up a fistfull of her hair and slam it into the dirt, hard enough to leave her dazed and long enough for you to grab your knife. You place it on her throat and feel her body tense beneath you. "Now fucking be a good girl and shut up" you hiss, tigtening the grip in her hair and slamming her face one last time for emphasis. She groans beneath you, perfect. You let up some of your weight, dragging her off path to a pile of goodies you already had stowed away.

She looks so pretty like this, your hand in her hair as she limply drags across the dirty forest floor. Her garments disheveled and covered in brush, slightly coming down from the force of you dragging her. You smirk under your mask, she's so beautiful. Finally after what seems like forever you reach your materials. You quickly part her spit covered lips with a finger, admiring how easily they open for you and slip a ball gag in securing it tight. She groans, starting to come to and raises a hand to the gag. "Oh no no pretty princess, that stays on." You soothe, gently taking her hands in yours and looking into your eyes. They're a gentle hazel, a swirl of different colors- they're pretty. She glancss back, they start to get wet and wide, fully coming to as her persistent protests become a swirl of emotion under the gag. You flash the knife and that's all the reminder she needs, she stills. You run a hand along her cheek, smearing some of her makeup with it and peer longigly at the dark streek left on your thumb. You tug at her wrists, wanting her to submit. "Put them behind your back" you order, cold. She hesitates, wary of giving up so much power but slowly does. Perfect.

You cuff her, the all familiar click and feeling of cold steel satisfying to the touch. She whimpers beneath you and you lean in closer, your hot breath against her neck. You feel her tense beneath you, unsure and afraid. "I'm going to fuck your pretty pussy until you're a drunken cum slut begging for my strap."

Her head whips up and she glares, shaking her head- muffled protests as she starts to kick at you with her only defense left. You cackle and let her throw her fit, even let her get a few feet away from you. Advancing at a pace that's menacing enough to make her panic even more, you grab her by the ankles and rougly drag her back to you. She sobs behind the gag, drool dripping down her lips onto her clothes. It's time to rid of those anyways.

You grab a pair of cuffs and quickly click her ankles together, no more escaping for this pretty kitten. Then you flash the knife running it down her neck, observing the way her veins pulse as the blood rushes. Mmmm, fuck. You run it along her collarbones, knowing she feels the cold steel like a sensation she's never experienced. She's frozen, like a deer in headlights and you take your opportunity. Peering into her eyes you slice open her clothes from top to bottom, exposing her tummy and her underwear. She shivers and so do you, but in a completely different way. She's completely exposed now, her nipples hardening against the cool night breeze. It's so quiet, just filled with me and you.

[stonedlilac]

It's my birthday so have an old birthday smut.♡

(Written in the perspective of a domme)

♡

Open your fucking legs, darling. You are to be admired and not hidden. I want to see how soaked you are for me. No need to be shy with Mommy, I already know you want it all. So needy. Needy girls keep their legs open and on display.

I'm cuffed with shiny and sparkly ribbons hanging from the loops and clips, arms clipped in front, above my head. They dangle so pretty for you... like a little piñata. Full of sweet candy that you just want to bust open and snatch up.

I'm leaving your legs free, I want you to wiggle around when I hurt you, beautiful. Swing back and forth as you yelp and scream for me. Tensing as your feet barely leave the ground and you climb your binds in desperation. It'd be so cute to see you scramble up the chains and cling like a frightened kitten.

I'd wrap a small, silk string around the tips of each nipple, tightening it until you cry for me. Smirking, I'd attach purple balloons to each thinly wrapped thread. They'd float above you, gently tugging at your nipples and swaying just the slightest. Next would be a pair of clamps, each screwn in security over the threads. We all know you desperately crave that, baby. They'd dangle, the cold chain brushing your belly sporadically, causing you to squirm. I'd attach little ribbons to those as well. Everything needs to be festive. It is your birthday, after all!

After feeling how drenched you are I'd fill you with my fingers and make you sing happy birthday, increasing my speed as you get closer to the end. If you stutter or mess up, we start over. I'm a musician so I'll make sure you get it right, baby.

After you're all stretched from my fingers pounding your cunt I'll slip a vibe inside, watching you whither and wilt under the constant stimulation. Your overstimulated moans of pain are like music to my ears. I'd watch as your cum would drip down the vibe and down my hand, but I'm not stopping. Not until your screams overflow these walls with ecstacy. You're going to be a complete mess when I'm done with you, birthday girl.

You haven't even taken my strap yet, which would make me chuckle. I'd leave you empty after cumming for so long, in a distant haze, your brain fuzzy and thrown off balance. Just how I want you, doll.

I'd take my time, giving you a moment for your breath to slow, your heart rate to go down, your body to settle back to reality. Take a break, cutie. You're going to need it.

When I return I'd imagine you'd be hanging there, already worn and broken. Your hair resting perfectly across your cheeks. The makeup that's smeared across your face. You look so pretty this way, baby.

You wouldn't even hear me coming before you'd feel the sensation of cold plastic touching your lips. "Open" I'd command. And of course your fuzzy brain wouldn't think and just open for me. "Because you won't be sucking my strap, you need something else to suck on. Blow." I coo at you, a giggle bubbling in my stomach. The comedic buzzing of a birthday blower echos across the room and I let out uncontrollable laughter. You look so pathetic for me. "Now, you better not drop that, spit it out, break it or bite it. You won't like what I do to you if you do."

Suddenly you feel two fingers brush up against your cunt. "You're already wet? Just from me sticking something in your mouth?" You peer up at me looking so pathetic and I grab the chain attatched to your nipples and tug. *bzbzbbbbbzzzz* the birthday blower involuntarily speaks and I can't help but chuckle.

My strap abruptly enters your pussy, coated with your wetness immediately. The birthday blower that is between your lips rhythmically matching my speed. Taking me in greedily, tightening against my length. I lean into you and bite your neck, seething. "Look at how eager your pussy is for me, it's practically sucking me in." I feel you convulse and cum hard against me.

I smirk, grabbing you between your calf and thigh, sweeping you and setting you on one of my thighs, using my thigh to balance out your weight. The chains make satisfying clinking sounds and the balloons sway gently above you as I lean against the wall and I place you where I want you.

I pick up speed, your wetness and cum making satisfying sounds as I pound in and out of you. A soft clink hits the floor and I feel your pussy tighten hard against my strap. I smirk, stopping and keeping the strap in place, filling you, observing you. The way your face flushes, the beads of sweat that trickle down your body here and there. Your glossed over eyes that are now widened in fear.

"Oh darling." I coo at you, "those lips have nothing in them, do they?" I frown at you as you slowly shake your head at me and glance down. I lift your chin with two fingers so you're looking at me. "It looks like we're going to be celebrating your birthday for longer than anticipated, beautiful. Your disobedience has made me very unhappy darling." I gingerly reach down and swipe the blower from the floor. You hear the soft sounds of my footsteps walking away, some shuffling but you can't quite make out what I'm doing.

Little to your knowledge, the blower is now clean and has a thick layer of lube on the cap. I slowly make my way back to you, so you can't hear me. I come up behind you and run a hand down your neck, to your tits and down your hips, softly pecking your neck.

"You look so beautiful for me like this, you know?" Suddenly you feel something part your asshole, sliding and filling you. The streamers attached to the birthday blowers hang from your butt and I giggle. "Look! You have a tail!" I grab and smack your cheeks and you flinch under my touch, running a hand from your clit and inbetween your folds, enjoying how wet you are for me.

I plunge the strap in your cunt and you let out a loud moan, your neck snapping back in ecstasy. "I'm going to fuck the disobedience out of you now. You'll learn to follow a simple direction. Even if that brain is all fuzzy." I'm roughly pounding into you now, the streamers hanging from your ass swaying like a flag in a windstorm. "You're taking me so well, slut. It's like you were made for this." My hand wraps around your throat, squeezing harder with each thrust. "Your face turns such pretty colors for me, princess. Do you want to breathe, baby? Yeah? But you're doing such a good job for Mommy being her breath slut." I rail into you now, your pussy stretched and taking me all greedily, you choke and gag against my grip. "If you're so scared why is your pussy so wet, hmm? Why are you tightening against my strap and making such cute sounds? You know this is what you want, your eyes and cunt tell me all I need to know." You cum again, so hard that you let out a pathetic scream that fades into a whine.

I smirk, step back and look at you. You are an absolute wreck. "Such a pretty piece I've created." I praise, almost as if I'm talking to myself.

I blindfold you then. I leave you, hanging and ruined, the cum dripping down your legs. Occasionally I hear a soft whimper or the rattling of the chains when you try to move. It makes my pussy pulse imagining you standing there, bound and needy.

I come back later that evening to sneak a strap attached to a machine in your pussy. I set it at a painfully slow rhythm meant to make you needy, desperate and wanting speed. I want you to be ready when I feel like filling you with my strap, not a machine. I run my hand along the front part of your pussy, admiring the way the machine slowly stretches your hole. The way your walls cling to the strap when it goes in deep and starts to slide out. The way the head is positioned just right so it won't slip out by accident. The way your pussy greedily takes in the whole length, I know it's hitting your sweet spot so painfully slow. That must be very frustrating, hmm?

I part the front of your lips, exposing your hard and pulsing clit, sliding a finger past my lips to make it wet with my spit. Pressing a finger firmly down and slowly start to make circles, you lean into me softly moaning. When you're extra needy and whiny I stop, enjoying the way you wiggle and squirm. Lifting the blindfold I wave a vibrator playfully in your eyesight, letting you peek just long enough to know what it is. Your eyes widen and you start to frantically shake your head, sharp whimpers leaving the pit of your throat. The blindfold snaps back down leaving you again in total darkness. You hear the buzzing, but you don't feel anything. You're being played with, mind-fucked and it's making you tense. The strap still working your pussy slowly open for me is now coated in a thick layer of your cum and you limply thrust forward when the strap hits deep.

That's when you feel it. The all familiar and overstimulating tingling and burning on your clit, the overwhelming waves of sensations travelling through your tummy. You pull your binds extremely hard but they hold to your disappointment. You feel the harsh pricking of a rope wrap around your belly a few times, a sharp tug making it snug and holding the vibrator firmly in place.

I step back and admire my work. You are squirming but have no escape, an overstimulated and panting mess. Dribbles of spit falling to the floor like a broken little toy. The strap softlty fucking your sore and ruined hole. The vibrator buzzing harshly and unforgivingly against your clit.

I pull harshly at your blindfold, ripping it off your pretty face, admiring and adoring you. "Happy Birthday, baby. You were so good for me, like an obident birthday bitch." I lean forward and grin at you slyly, placing a birthday hat upon your head. Last thing I do is pull out a confetti popper and tug on the string. Confetti rains upon you and I smirk admiring how festive you are for your special day. As I turn to leave, your worn out whimpers and moans slowly fade and I know this will be a birthday you'll never forget.♡