well uh..hi! im illy..im kinda new to this.. im a really awkward, doormat subby and have adhd, im a tad timid so please be gentle đ
18 / she\her / polyamorous / bi
I'm so needy thinking about a group of friends making me their cumdump and plaything, pass me around like a ragdoll, write "free use" and "bitch in heat on my body", make me take three of you at the same time, I'm just a good little fleshlight for all you, you can use my holes until you're satisfied and use me again when you wanna cum once more
I make you a hypnofile but itâs actually just a combination of recordings of you mindlessly sucking me off, getting fucked, and repeating the mantras I gave you. Sure, I like putting my voice in your head, but wonât it be so easy to sink and obey when youâre the one telling yourself what to do? Trust yourself. Of course I love brainwashing you myself, I just want to be able to use you to brainwash yourself for our mutual pleasure đ. Wouldnât it be hot to brainwash yourself for me?
Okay I lowkey do not have the energy to talk about this rn but I gotta address it.
Yea you got me, Iâve been around on nsfw tumblr for a long timeâŚ.as a lurker. I only started posting nsfw content and interacting with nsfw accounts AFTER I turned 18.
You must realize that it is a GOOD thing that minors are not allowed in nsfw spaces. Cause that my friend is called grooming. When you as a minor interact with an adult in a sexual context, no matter if the minor 100% consents to it, itâs illegal. It also makes people (rightfully) very uncomfortable that minors are viewing their content, especially when it comes to things like hypnosis and CNC.
If you are a minor on nsfw tumblr and you are seeing this, I hear you, I understand, I was in your shoes once too. My advice to you is to first of all delete your blog/get off nsfw tumblr, but I know you probably wonât listen so hereâs some more realistic advice I gave ^ too before blocking them: Donât. Interact. Donât message anyone. Donât send asks. Definitely donât post anything yourself. Donât reblog. Donât even like. Do not interact means do not interact. It puts you in danger, and it puts the other person in danger. Even if you think âno one will find outâ that doesnât make it acceptable. If you really must continue to be a part of this space, do what I did and be in it as a viewer only. And if any blog does open you into their space with the knowledge that you are a minor, stay the fuck away from them.
Pulling your sub into your lap and having them cock warm you as you gently tease and edge them
Or tying them down with soft silk rope with lots of comfy pillows
Using toys, your fingers, your mouth, to slowly bring them to an edge and keeping them their as they beg and plead so sweetly to cum
Finally giving in and giving permission, letting them tip over, watching their cute exasperated face as they cum down only to realize you arenât stopping
Continuing to gently fuck them and tease them until theyâre close again, begging again, letting them know they can cum as many times as they need to
Going over and over and over again, until theyâre shaking and begging for it to stop, so sensitive the slightest touch makes them buck their hips and arch their back, trying so hard to get away
Gently cooing praises at them, telling them what a good toy they are for you, how you love the sounds and faces their making, how you just need to see them cum again
Feeling how needy and wet and desperate they are, softly degrading them for it, showing them what a needy slut they are, that surely they want to cum more for you~
Just break me with pleasure and soft gentle domination please
doms are so thoughtful and considerate theyâre always like âlet me fuck you so hard you get a good nights sleepâ âlet me condition you to accept praise and boost your self esteemâ âlet me edge you until you stop overthinkingâ đĽş
I greeted him at the door on 4" heels, a high ponytail, and a satin apron.
He pushed me into my apartment with hungry kisses and desperate gropes.
I peeled back the layers of a long day at work: briefcase with a thud by the door and the friction of his belt through each belt loop. The buckle jingling as it fell to the floor.
He bent me over the table and thrust himself against my back and ass before unzipping and revealing his excitement to me. I ran the stiletto heel up his inseam while using the mental map of his body to guide my hands to revisit my treasure.
His mouth and hands raced to discover every spot that would make me gasp or moan. I cocked my head and squirmed in the shadow of his stature. The high ponytail danced against my skin.
He grasped my long brown tresses at the tip and recalled all the photos and videos in his wank bank of arched backs and bent necks.
He yanked so hard that he herniated C5-6. During the surgery for my artificial disc replacement, my surgeon found a bone shard 3mm from my spinal cord.
The man who whispered in my ear of how i was âmarriage materialâ moved to Toronto 2 weeks after he damn near made me into a quadriplegic. He closed on a house the day of my surgery.
To this day, I jump when someone puts their hands near my head. My ears ring constantly. And every time I see one of you all post a photo of someone having their hair pulled, I think about all the pain one dumb, badly-executed move caused me.
1. Get consent.
2. Give warning.
3. Grab slowly and smoothly at the roots
4. Movement comes from the wrist (minimizes chance of injury to directional force)
5. If need be, let the person with the hair being pulled hold on to your wrist to either limit your movement or as a failsafe.
6. Over time develop trust with your partner to dial up neck extension, force, or speed.
All that and the fucker never even gave me a single orgasm.
Drink your water because if you don't, you'll be dehydrated and won't have enough saliva to drool all over their dick like a dumb pet you are â¤ď¸â¨
âAwh, babe, you need to stop thinking so hard about it. Actually, you need to stop thinking. Donât think. Just sink. Thatâs it.â Your partnerâs hand caressed your cheek as your brain stuck. Your thoughts were gone. In that moment, you were blank, open.
And slowly, as they didnât speak, thoughts returned. Slowly, gently. But they were so much more submissive in their tone now. Your thoughts were of obeying, of kneeling. As you opened your mouth to speak, they put a finger to your lips. âHush now toy, donât think.â
Again, your mind stalled. No thinking. And this time, they kept talking, as they pushed that finger inside your mouth, letting you suck, and lick. Desperate, needy. It was the only thing that made sense right now. âSuch a good thoughtless toy for me. No need to think, is there?â
You didnât register the question, you were already so far gone, so quickly. Just turned into a mindless needy toy. Blank, obedient. Ready to obey their every word, if not answer them. They laughed. âYou look so good like this. So empty, so mindless. Lost in my words. Completely mine.â
Being drugged up just enough where Iâm really weak but can still see and feel them groping my body and squeezing my face, saying âYouâre all mine now.â Not being able to fight back and can only whine and moan while they use me however they want.