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lewdlodge · 16 days

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A Sub that is all desperate for pleasure during the day, their Dom is out running errands. The thoughts of her Dom meticulously exploring and using every inch of her is too much for her pathetic mind. Stumbling into the bedroom, the Sub slowly closes the door behind her and lays down on the bed.

Her tiny hands softly start to explore forbidden territory. Well aware that’s she’s breaking every rule set by her Owner. It’s not long before she slips into her own thoughts, forgetting everything around her. Only focused on attempting to mimic the way her Dom does it.

The Subs parts are dripping by the time the frustration hits her, realizing she can never do it like her owner. She closes her eyes and tries her hardest to pleasure herself with her fingers. So engrossed in her attempt to feel good, she never noticed her Daddy standing close, watching her fail miserably. “You’re pathetic” he grumbles. The Sub jumping as she hears the familiar voice. “D-daddy.. Uh.. I-I can explain!”

He takes a single step forward, grabbing her throat and flattening her pathetic frame against the mattress. “What are you doing sweetheart, hm? I’m sure you weren’t playing what’s mine, right? Especially without permission.” The Sub quickly shakes her head no, trying her best to squirm out of the situation. “I’m sorry daddy.. I”, her words are cut off by the Doms hand slapping her breast, and then roughly rolling her nipples between his fingers.

“Why don’t you let daddy show you how it’s done?”, he lets out a menacing laugh. “Pay attention, this is how you ravage a dumb doll that doesn’t know her place.”, a smirk spreads across his face and he flips the pathetic Sub onto her tummy. Forcing his fingers into her sensitive holes. “Only daddy can make you feel the way you like.”

#rough kink #rough cnc #breeding bitch #bimbo doll #breeding toy #needy toy #good slvt #fr33use slvt #dumb wh0re #bd/sm daddy #cvm wh0re #whor3

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lewdlodge · 16 days

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Yes yes yes

Having one week out of every month where you become whatever your Dom wants you to be. As soon as you step through the door you must be in character. One week he may make you his maid, forcing you to do all the cooking and cleaning. Giving you “tips” for your good service when it’s necessary.

The next week he may force you to be his pretty kitty/pup. Expecting you to be on all fours when you’re inside the house. No clothes allowed besides a collar and a leash. He forces you to eat all dinners in a pet bowl at his feet, and you must sleep in your pet bed unless he commands otherwise. I’m sure some animalistic playtime would be in order..

Another week he might make you his princess. Cooking, dressing, and shopping for you. Giving you whatever you like. After all a princess deserves the world. Cuddles, coloring, and book reading would probably be the norm..

But the best weeks would be when daddy decides to make you his precious sex slave. Every week day you’re nervous to walk through the door, unsure what he might have in store for you. It’s almost guaranteed you’ll be chained up. Sometimes he teases you all night, no climaxing allowed. Periodically walking in to use your mouth. Other days he fingers you until you cry and pass out. But the weekends are the worst. He always locks you in a room, and only enters to feed you by hand or breed your holes until it’s spilling on the floor. He doesn’t care if you piss yourself, you’re his dumb fucking slave and he uses you for your only useful purpose.

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lewdlodge · 20 days

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I want manhandled and tossed around like a little pathetic doll. My clothes ripped off as I’m roughly thrown down on the bed. I want forced and threatened to the point where I’ll lay completely still for you… all under your control. My fragile body won’t even need ropes to be tied down. I want edged, tortured, and denied for hours. Made into a pathetic little whore willing to do anything just to climax for you.

Make me beg and plead for the slightest amount of pleasure. I need overstimulated so much that when you finally do let me climax, I’ll be a dumb brainless mess. I want you to grip my throat, cutting off all air as I climax all over your fingers. After all, you don’t need to hear my whining right? At this point there is no going back. You just force me to cum over and over until I’m passed out from the overstimulation. Then, finally, you’ll use me as your personal flesh-light since you don’t have to listen to all my pathetic cries for it to stop anymore.

#use me use me use me #needy toy #free use cnc #cnc free use #cnc fr33use #cnc breed #fr33use slvt #good slvt #stupid slvt #dom/sub #bd/sm dom

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lewdlodge · 22 days

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I’ve been doing so many rough, breeding concepts recently, but cute, soft somno can be just as good.

Imagine being stuck home all day, bored, waiting for your Dom to get home so you can cook and play some games together. Unfortunately, having nothing to do can be exhausting, and a nice nap to pass the time sounds perfect. You mean to only sleep for a short thirty minutes, but when the alarm rang, waking up was harder than going back to sleep.

Your Dom gets home, finding you knocked out on the bed. He gives you a few shoves to wake you up, but it’s to no avail. You only grumble and fall back asleep. “You always do this”, he groans. He lays down beside you, wiggling his fingers into your drooling mouth. Not long after he’s pushing his length into your princess parts. He softly thrusts in and out whispering all your nicknames into your ear. “Hey little oneee, princess, kitty, wake up babygirl.”

As you begin to come to, his thrusts gradually get harder and harder. Forcing sleepy, muffled moans out of your mouth. “Good morning, Angel.”, he grumbles. He doesn’t stop until he feels you cum on his cock. “What do you say sweetheart?”. You get a bit flustered, pushing your hips back against his length. “Thank you, Dadda.” He smiles and kisses the back of your neck. “Of course, I always know how to wake you up easily.”

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lewdlodge · 23 days

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I’ve been imagining an ob gyn concept recently, and I can’t forget it:

You’re extremely nervous around doctors, especially ob gyn ones. Something about a complete stranger staring at your parts is terrifying. “What if it is ugly? What if it’s dirty? What happens if I accidentally get wet?”. You decide to mention this to your best friend and she recommends you her own doctor. She schedules you an appointment before you can get a word in. “This doctor is amazing.” She remarks, “I used to be so nervous about it too, but now I go at least once a month!” Hesitantly, you agree to go, primarily because you would feel terrible denying your friends thoughtful help.

When you show up to the given location you immediately notice the place is a little dingy. Your heart rate escalates with the thought of what you may be getting into, but luckily, as soon as you walk through the door, doubt clears. The inside is gorgeous. The cleanest white walls you have ever seen, they’re almost hard to look at. You walk towards the counter and sign in, but before you can turn back, the door leading to the back creaks open. Your name is murmured from behind the door in a soft low voice. “Yes?” you yelp, unintentionally cracking your voice because of the nerves.

“Come on back”. You open the door, but no one is there. Puzzled, you begin to close the door, thinking you misheard your name being called.

Just before you go to look away a small woman peaks her head around the corner. “Well come on honey”. You perk up, quickly following her around the corner and into the appointment room. “Dr. Ashley will be in shortly. Just wait here.” You nod quickly, twitching when the room door slams closed.

Expecting it to take a while you begin to look around. Just like the lobby it’s so white, and so clean. Almost alien like. Your eyes eventually find the table you’ll likely be laid on, and you decide to go ahead and get in position. The table was high, it required a jump to get onto it. But even more surprising the props meant to hold your legs high, seemed unreachable. You lay back, attempting to slide each leg into the corresponding prop. The right one is easy, but the left takes a few attempts.

When you finally get it you sigh in relief, catching your breath. Not even a moment later your doctor slams into the room. Your face is immediately flushed, you weren’t expecting it to be a male doctor when your friend called him Dr. Ashley. He has a soft smile on his face and gives a weak wave with his hand. He closes the door behind him quickly. “Oop, sorry about that, this is the first time I’ve had a patient ready before I was.”

It takes a moment for you to process his words but then you realize. You were told to wear no panties by your friend, because it’s easier. So, your parts are already exposed from under your plaid skirt. “I-I-I’m so sorry! I forgot, an-and I didn’t realize.” The doctors cuts you off, “It’s okay, I suppose we’ll go ahead and get started.” He closes a small curtain in front of your face blocking all vision of the rest of your body.

“So I hear you don’t like doctors?” He remarks. Trying to distract you from anything going on in the room. You stutter tremendously but manage to return some conversation. It’s not long before he makes you feel comfortable. Completely forgetting your parts are exposed. Just before he begins his examination he asks “So, do you know all of the side effects that can occur during this appointment?” Confused, you reply, “Side effects? I’ve never heard of any side effects.” There is a brief silence that is abruptly broken by the sound of chair wheels grinding against the floor.

“Well, I’ll run them down for you. As you know, I will be using various tools such as forceps, mirrors, and others. Because of this you may feel cold metal brushing you on occasion. These metal tools can increase the sensitivity of your parts. There is a high probability you will get wet, and have the urge to whimper or moan. If this happens, please feel free to let it all out. Holding these urges in tighten the area of examination, and make it difficult to gain information. Do not feel embarrassed, I promise I am used to it, and the room walls are soundproofed for those very reasons. Additionally, one of the tools I like to use sometimes gives the sensation of a warm liquid filling your cervix, you can simply ignore it. Do you understand?”

You pause for a moment, starting to wonder where your friend sent you. “U-I yeah, I understand I guess.”, you stutter. Knowing there is no turning back now. The examination begins and the first thing you feel is something you assume is forceps opening your parts wide. Your thoughts are completely jumbled, knowing a man is currently staring down your area. You feel cold thin metal poking and prodding your walls repeatedly before finally the forceps are closed and pulled out. You can hear the tools clang as they hit the metal tray beside him.

Moments later there is a cylinder like tube that begins to enter you. It reaches deep, and you feel your lip start to bleed from biting. Turns out you held back whimpers against the doctor’s order. The odd tube starts moving in and out of your cervix at varying paces. You can feel your face turning hot. Between the blushing and desperate attempts at holding in your whimpers, you feel like you’re going to pass out. Luckily, it stops, giving you a chance to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. Just as you begin to ask what tool he is using, it starts again.

This time it somehow hit deeper, and scratches a spot you didn’t realize existed. Your whimpers break through and you have to put all your strength into not cumming. The doctor puts on his soothing voice and remarks, “It’s okay, let it all out. You may get that warm filling sensation in a moment, but the examination is almost done.” You feel the odd object thrust hard into your parts a few more times before it cements itself into the furthest insides of your cervix. Then, just like he predicted, you begin to feel a warm, liquid sensation filling your insides.

About 30 seconds pass, and the tube is pulled out of your parts. You hear a familiar clang of something hitting the metal tray, and then you feel him wiping your parts with a soft rag as he says “You might be the best patient I’ve had here in a long time.” Those words send your mind into a crazy blur of thoughts. “Why am I a good patient? Was that tube soft? Am I good because the examination went well? Is it because I’m clean? Was that really a tube? Did I just get breed by a random doctor?”

Suddenly the curtains that was once blocking your vision slides viciously to the side. Immediately your eyes gravitate to the tray. Looking for something that could’ve made that sensation. The relief you felt when you saw quite a few things with a similar shape. Your head falls back and your eyes close, feeling dumb that you thought the doctor fucked you.

“So, do you want me to help you get up? Or?”, the doctor grumbles. Your face turns bright red again. Right back to where you were when you started the examination. “No no! I can handle it.”, you say. Fumbling your way to your feet before shaking the doctor’s firm hand. “Thank you! I was surprised with how well this went.”

He gives a simple smirk and nods his head once, “I’m glad I could help, have a great day.” You make your way out of the office, but feel odd when the small front desk assistant returns your friendly wave with a seductive wink. As you get outside you feel something dripping down your leg. Quickly, you make your way into the car and lift your skirt to find a sticky white liquid is seeping out of your parts. You’d expect yourself to panic, but instead you feel yourself become drenched. Maybe this could become your monthly ob gyn visit? Health is important.

My concepts are getting far too long I’ll really try to begin shortening them! I cut quite a bit out of this already, so hopefully it’s still fairly revised. Heh

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lewdlodge · 25 days

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Lately I’ve been thinking about having a phrogger in your house. Originally they meant to stay for just a day or two, but as they watched you glide throughout your house completely carefree in nothing but panties, more sinister thoughts came to their mind:

Normally you stay up late playing video games, and watching your favorite shows. Indulging in a couple beers throughout the night. Oddly, the past few nights you’ve been getting extremely sleepy after just one. At first you think it is just the all nighters finally catching up. But, on the third night, you wake up with your panties gone and a wet spot on the bed.

It’s impossible to explain it though, you just shove it to the back of your mind, and wash the now dirty sheets. The next night arrives and you try your damndest to stay awake. You manage to obtain an extra 30 minutes before you’re completely knocked out. However, this night is different, you slightly wake up a bit in the middle of the night.

The shaking of the bed causes you to try to open your eyes, but they feel too heavy. You manage to get them open just enough to see a shadowy figure hovering over you, but then you fall back asleep. The next morning your head is pounding, and you can’t remember if what you saw was a dream or real. You decide it’s best to shrug it off as another one of the dark fantasies you dream about occasionally.

During the day that dream doesn’t leave your mind. Keeping you in a constant emotional state of fear and neediness. Right before dinner you hear a bang in the ceiling, so loud you thought a tree landed on the house. Getting nervous, you call your guy best friend over, hoping he’ll help you feel safe.

The next night comes around and as usual you’re knocked out early. When you wake up your body is ravaged. Your shirt is ripped open, legs spread, and cum leaking out of you. Naturally, you freak out. “How the hell did I not wake up?”. You look at your “best friend”, blaming him for taking advantage of you in your sleep. The police get involved, arresting him, and allowing you to spend a few nights at the station to feel safe. When you recover from the experience you find yourself back at the house.

It’s terrifying, but you have nowhere else to go. Because of all that’s happened you find yourself drinking more, intoxicated and unable to even stand without a prop. A couple hours pass and you slowly wake up to the sounds of moans in the background. You attempt to reach for the tv remote, assuming it’s just some movie. But, your arm is clung tightly to your back. Your heart begins to pound and suddenly your hangover is cured. Your eyes open and immediately drift to the living room TV in front of you.

You watch intently for a moment, terrified of the realization. “That’s me?” You begin frantically attempting to break out of the restraints you’re placed in. Then you freeze. A creak in the floorboard occurred behind you. “Oh, is my doll finally awake?”

He slowly walks towards you, and you can’t help but jump as each loud footstep slams against the floor. Your mind blanks, and before you know it he has your face firmly in his hand. “Hi beautiful, do you like our movie?” He delivers a kiss to your forehead, and places himself directly behind you, his hands slowly exploring your body.

“I’ve so been looking forward to this, I knew you loved me when you intoxicated yourself last-night. I knew you needed me.” His fingers start to softly rub your clit, and you burst into tears. “P-please. Don’t hurt me.”

He lets out a gasp, “I would never hurt you. I only want to give you pleasure. Look at the movie. See how good you feel.” Suddenly a loud moan of yours comes from the TV. One you never remember screaming. “J-just. Please don’t do this.”, you murmur.

His fingers hasten on your parts. “You’re just being dumb. Here. Let me show you daddy’s love.” His firm dirty hand grips your face, forcing you to watch the TV in front. His other hand never stops rubbing you relentlessly. Unfortunately, it feels good. “Watch”, he commands. Your body is shaking, not feeling strong enough to disobey. “Yes, I’ll watch.”

Previously your eyes would not dare watch the TV. You only listened to the sounds. But, now that there is no choice you begin to question yourself. In the movie you’re doing as your told. Opening your legs and mouth when commanded. Moving your hips into his thrusts. You love it. The tape skips forward a bit, cutting to the night your best-friend took advantage of you. It all clicks in your mind.

You watch intently as this strange man fucks you violently right beside your best friend. He gropes your chest and kisses your lips mere feet away from the person you blamed it all on. The movie ends right as he shoves himself deep inside you, filling you with his cum. You just watched yourself get breed by an unknown man, yet, your parts are even more soaked. His fingers are starting to build you up, and you can’t help yourself. “P-please, can I cum?” He lets out a laugh, kissing and then biting your neck. “Cum, doll.”.

As you let go you feel yourself becoming brainwashed. It feels so good, but his fingers still never stop. You need more and right now he can give it. “What are you princess?”, he whispers. Without hesitation you reply in a monotone voice, “I’m your cum doll daddy. Please, please fill me up.”

He forces you facedown into the floor and fucks your holes until dawn. This time not even giving you the decency of cleaning up. He simply leaves you on the floor covered in filth. This time there is no doubt it’s real. But, how can you be sure? What’s one more night, just to be positive. It may have all been a dream.

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lewdlodge · 25 days

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I’ve just recently gotten back into writing, hopefully I’m not too rusty.

It was beginning to become late evening, I just woke up from a nap, and found your head laid down across my legs. You still had your fishnets on from when we left the house. But that was all. Your eyes were completely still, and your Paci was falling out of your mouth. Drool dripped down onto my leg and a soft hum escaped between your lips. Before I fell asleep you weren’t even in my lap, and your clothes were certainly still on.

I let out a giggle and begin softly running my fingers through your hair. “I love you princess”, I whisper. I continued to play with your hair until you twitch momentarily, causing your Paci to fall into the floor. Your hand sleepily readjusts itself onto my leg and latches on as if I was your favorite stuffie.

“Dadda”, you whimper.

Before quickly falling back under your sleepy spell. I feel relieved when I hear you begin to snore again, worried I woke you up from your slumber. I rest my hand on your chest with the intention of letting you get a nice nap. But, not long after you start to whine in your sleep, I try to whisper to you:

“What’s wrong princess? Are you okay?”

No reply.

“Baby?, are you okay?”

No reply.

The sounds eventually start to dampen, and I assume it was just a bad dream. I tighten my hand around your chest to let you know I’m there, but the only response I get is snoring. I lean forward to get a good look at your face, and notice some slight movement in my peripheral. Your legs are very slightly grinding together. A small clear drop begins to slide down your leg, running into a dark spot on the couch.

I almost burst out with laughter, realizing I was completely wrong thinking you were having a nightmare. My grip tightened against your chest, and you whimpered a bit louder in your sleep.

“That’s my good girl, I bet daddy’s treating you nicely in those wet dreams of yours.”

With no hesitation I softly move your head back enough to get my length out. Being sure to place it against your lips. You start to wake up from the movement, but never become aware enough to know what’s happening. My hand moves back to your chest and begins rolling your already pointy nipple between my fingers. Whispering softly:

“Princess, wake up. Daddy has business with you.”

You’re still softly rubbing your legs together and your sleepy whimpers begin to transition to moaning.

“D-daddy.. I’m needy.”

Your eyes open partially, and you see my length laid out in front of you. Realizing that’s what has been pressed against your lips, not my legs. My other hand firmly presses against the back of your head entangling its fingers in your hair.

“Open up little one.”

You give it a soft kiss and open your mouth for me, the tip already well lubricated from the drool pouring out as you slept.

“Good girl.”

My hand presses your head forward. Causing your mouth to quickly envelope my length. You let out a quick petite cough because you weren’t fully prepared. Your lips seal around the open gaps and you feel a familiar pain in your scalp. Your hair was being pulled back. As your head motions up and down you realize daddy is using your face for his pleasure again. Your mind fully focuses on your nipple now being firmly rolled in my rough hands. They feel like sandpaper yet you could be rubbed by them for hours.

You feel so sensitive, after all you don’t remember the dream. One moment you’re laid in daddy’s lap, and the next he has you firmly in his grasp your body already dripping in anticipation. A sudden sting ripples from your chest and down to your stomach, breaking your train of thought.

“Open”, I command.

My hand picking at the fishnets clasping to your legs.

“Mhm-“ you attempt to say.

Interrupted by my length reaching your gag reflex. Another, much louder cough occurs, but you know better than to unseal your lips. You open your legs, and immediately feel my fingers softly rubbing your clit. Your thoughts are already scrambled, struggling to focus on everything going on. Your mouth stuffed full, the stimulation from daddy’s fingers, and the still lingering stinging buzzing on your chest. Before you realize it you’re on the verge of climaxing.

“Hm-hmph” you whimper.

Desperately trying to communicate your position. Begging I will understand and give you permission to release. Your eyes roll back in an attempt to see your owners face.

“Do you need to cum?” I murmur.

You whimper loudly in response. So I tighten my grip on your hair and begin shoving your mouth further down on my cock.

“You can cum when I do princess.”

Your leg starts swinging open and closed on my fingers as you fight tirelessly the feeling of cumming.

I let out a groan, as I lean my head back. “Good girl, your throat feels so good princess. Keep going.”

I smile as I feel you start to bob your head up and down by yourself. Trying so hard to make me cum, so you can. I feel your legs completely tighten on my hand before suddenly they fall weak. Your mouth opens, gasping for air as your body trembles.

“You came, hm? Without permission?” I groan.

As you catch your breath, mouth still half full with my length. I barely decipher the words:

“I’m sorry daddy, please. I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”

I give you a smack on the cheek.

“You know better, do we remember what happens to girls who take pleasure without permission?”

Tears form in your eyes as you nod slightly up and down. I pull your head off of my length, and lift you up onto your knees.

“Bedroom, now.” I say in a commanding tone.”

You cling your body to my arm, following me to the bedroom. When we arrive I grab your chin, delivering a kiss to your forehead.

“You deserve this, maybe next time you will follow your rules.”

I firmly grasp your neck, tossing you towards the bed, and bending you over it.

“You’re that wet from the little we’ve done? Whore.”

You groan in response.

I cup your face in my hand. “Beg me to fill you.”

Your body shutters. Unsure if you can handle that embarrassment. A loud crack surrounds the room, and you feel your butt stinging more than ever.

“I said beg”

You feel me at your entrance barely hovering over it. Stumbling over your words:

“Fi-ll me… Fill me u-p.”

I slap your ass again. Before splitting you open with my length. You let out a cry as you feel it scratch places you never knew could be reached. Your face distorts in a mixture of the pain and pleasure you’re being forced through. I place my hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet down your whimpers.

I whisper softly in your ear, “Shut the fuck up, I want to hear the pretty sounds your body makes as I ravage it.”

Your eyes begin to tear again as you choke back your loud moans as commanded. I wrap my hand around your neck and slowly stand us up as I pound you against the bed frame.

“I’m going to fill you up to the brim, slut. I’ll make that birth control of yours meaningless. You’ll be my precious pregnant doll.”

Your body tightens up again and you beg to cum through a tired voice.

“Cum, pet.”

I let out a groan as I push myself length deep in your parts. Letting everything out. As you finish yourself you feel the sudden warmth from your daddy, and fall limp on the bed when I let go of your neck. I pull out, replacing myself with a small plug.

“Hold it tight, little one”.

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