#nsft story

[notmymainhehehe]

CW: This is an NSFT concept/story with tentacles and non-consent themes. If you aren't into that, keep scrolling. If you are into that, sit back and enjoy

Imagine, you're hiking on your favorite trail. You've been in this part of the woods countless times and you know these trails like the back of your hand. You have your headphones on as you admire the familiar beauty of your surroundings. The sun is high in the clear blue sky, a gentle breeze is swaying the tree-tops around you, and a squirrel darts across the trail twenty feet ahead of you. You pause for a moment to take a picture of the squirrel when you notice the mouth to a side trail you've never seen before. You double check the time - just before 2pm - and, seeing that you have plenty of time before dark, you decide to check it out. It's beautiful, leading up an easy rocky path with a clear view of the lake nearby. You carry on, not noticing when you take a turn off the main path nor how the forest around you quickly gets thicker the further you go.

After a couple miles, the trail leads alongside a tall cliff face. The mountain is so tall that it blocks the sun, making the thick forest seem even darker. Dense bushes fill the area and occasional movement in them makes you take off your headphones to listen. You can't shake the feeling that you're somewhere you're not supposed to be and someone - or something - knows. You continue down the path, hoping it would loop back to the original trail, and try to shake the feeling that you're being watched. After a while of walking and finding no sign of trail markers, you check your phone again for the time and see that somehow, despite only having felt like only an hour has passed, your phone reads half past 5pm. You try to pull up your trail map but there's no service. In a slight panic, you decide to turn around and go back the way you came. Passing the cliff face again, you pause. Had that opening been there the first time?

Before you can take another step, a bush begins to rustle, moving in the same way you'd noticed earlier. This time, though, it doesn't stop. The rustling gets more aggressive and the bushes nearby start to shake violently as well. Just as you start to run, your trip over a root in the path and fall on your back. But when you look down, it's not a root at all but a thick, black, moving tentacle. Before you can react or stand back up, it slides over your ankle and twists around it. You try to kick it off and scoot away, but its hold is tight. It begins to pull you towards the opening in the cliff face, your screams for help almost seeming to be absorbed by the dense forest. Helplessly, you can only squirm as you're dragged into a small cave.

You can't see how far back it goes in the dark but you're able to hear strange, wet-sounding movement from further back in the cave. A second tentacle, identical to the first, emerges from the darkness and wraps around your left wrist, pulling it up into the air. A third joins, restraining your right wrist, and they use their grasp to pull you from your sitting position and into the air. You kick your legs and scream only for yet another tentacle to come from the dark and grab your free ankle, holding your limbs in place. You let out a whimper and stop fighting, deciding it best to try to remain calm and assess the situation. Blinking the tears of fear out of your eyes, you look around you.

Inside, it's nearly pitch black. Outside the cave, you can just barely see the sun setting between the trees. You couldn't have been gone for more than two hours, it was impossible for the sun to already be setting, yet you seem to be in the den of the impossible. Another tentacle, smaller and thinner than the first four, begins to slither up your legs and you turn your attention back inside the cave.

For the first time, you notice that the final shreds of sunlight are reflecting off the walls just enough to illuminate at least a dozen shapes floating in the darkness. Countless tentacles waved in the air around you, as if waiting for their turn. Your whole body tenses in fear and the tentacle on your leg pauses on your thigh. It coils itself around your thigh, joined by an identical one on the other thigh, and suddenly they pull your legs apart. At the same time, the tentacles holding your wrists pull them together, merging together to form one larger, stronger tendril. You begin to scream again, assessing the situation be damned, just for another shape to come from the darkness and force itself into your mouth and down your throat. Tears prick in your eyes as you feel the tentacle's shape morph and change, filling deep into your throat and allowing just enough space to take shallow breaths. Efforts to move your head away are only met with yet another tendril wrapping around your throat, not tight enough to choke you but firm enough to hold you completely still. All you can do is silently cry as tentacles of all sizes begin to move in from the darkness and seem to explore your body. Some glide along your inner thighs, some rub up and down your waist, one is sliding around your face and chin, and some are even exploring your tits over your tank top. After a few minutes of this, the fabric of your shirt seems to be frustrating the tentacles. It begins to pull at your shirt until it rips and exposes your black bra. The tentacles waste no time in using the same technique to rip that off as well, leaving your clothes hanging on just by the sleeves. You sob as the tentacles return to exploring your body even more intently now. For the first time, you can feel them on your bare skin. The tentacles are cold and slippery, the larger ones pulsing slightly, and they leave a thin layer of clear slime behind on whatever they touch.

The tentacles wrap around your tits, squeezing them curiously, before moving up to your nipples. You're disgusted by the rush of pleasure as they glide over your nipples almost teasingly, the cold wetness making them hard. The tentacles flick at your nipples a few times before their tips reform into what looks like suction cups. They wrap around your nipples and begin to suck on them in a pulsing rhythm. You can't help the gasping moan that escapes around the tentacle in your throat.

Despite the terror you're feeling from the situation, subconsciously your body is reacting to the oddly pleasurable touches of the tentacles. The touches are rushing to your pussy and, as much as you hate to admit it, the fear only adds to the thrill.

You can feel your pussy starting to soak through your leggings as the tendrils continue to suck and tease your nipples and, unfortunately, the tentacle caressing your thigh seems to notice as well. It moves up your thigh and carefully prods at your slit through your clothes. Suddenly, all movement in the cave stops. Your nipples ache from the sudden lack of touch and you're afraid to move in the still silence. After a moment, the tentacle glides across your slit again, not touching your clit, and the suckers on your tits suddenly pulse again, sending a shock of pleasure through you. The tentacle between your legs immediately begins to grab at the fabric of your leggings and pull, successfully tearing them off and down to your ankles and doing the same to your panties.

Another tentacle joins the one between your legs, forming its own sucker on the end, and it begins to hungrily suck up the juices now dripping down your thigh. Now completely exposed and helpless to move, the reality of your situation finally starts to set in. You were the plaything for some terrifying tentacle beast and nobody was going to find you. The first tentacle that was between your legs starts to slide up your slit and, when it gently glides over your clit, you can't help but moan and buck your hips. Mentally, you're terrified and cursing your body for reacting like this. You seem to be giving this thing exactly the reactions it wants and there's nothing you can do to stop this subconscious response to its touch. You try to distract yourself by looking at the sunset only to see the moon high in the sky.

The tentacles definitely notice your reaction to the touch to your clit and it curiously tries the motion again, and again, and again. Your hips are grinding against the tentacle as its cold, smooth surface slowly moves back and forth on your clit. The tip of the tentacle flicks back and forth on your clit a few times as a third tentacle comes between your legs and continues exploration of your slit and begins to tease your hole. Your eyes grow wide as the realization sets in. Getting aroused by the touches of this monster are one thing, but getting fucked by it was where you drew the mental line. Despite your opposition and your attempts to squirm, scream, close your legs, anything, you're still at the tentacle's mercy.

You can feel it as it slides into you effortlessly. It pushes into you effortlessly and begins to explore inside you. As this is happening, the tentacle on your clit changes shape into a sucker and gives a curious suck at your clit, sending another involuntary moan out of your mouth. The tentacle in your mouth moves slightly, causing you to gag a bit. It curiously tries this motion again, moving out slightly before thrusting back in, and repeating this movement, making you gag and drool around the tentacle.

The tentacle inside you continues to explore inside of you and as it arches up, it hits your G-spot and sends a wave of pleasure through your body. The tentacle curls up again and begins to rhythmically stroke that bundle of nerves. You can feel the tentacle behind to change its shape inside you, thickening to fill you up. The tentacle begins to thrust in and out of your pussy, always curling up as it does. Between this, the sensations on your nipples, the tentacle fucking your throat, and the sucker on your clit, you can feel your first orgasm building. You're cursing yourself mentally, trying to hold it back, refusing to cum for a monster, but the pleasure is too much to take. You squeeze your eyes shut in shame as you feel yourself orgasm.

Your juices are rushing down your legs and the tentacle sucking up your juices laps it up hungrily. As you come down from orgasm, you slowly start to realize that this thing was doing all of this very intentionally as it seems to be feeding off your juices. You don't have much time to ponder on this thought, though, as the pace of all the tentacles picks up, quickly bringing you close to a second orgasm.

You're moaning uncontrollably around the tentacle fucking your throat by the time your fourth orgasm hits you. Your brain is hardly forming cohesive thoughts at this point as pleasure overwhelms your body over and over again. You don't even notice when a new tentacle begins to prod at your asshole. You only notice when it starts to push in and, in your first moment of clarity for a while, you try to squirm in protest. You've never even experimented with anal on your own and you've certainly never been fucked in the ass before. The tentacle doesn't seem to care, though, as it pushes into your hole. It feels weird and painful as it continues to push into you and you're mostly distracted from your pleasure as it begins to thrust slowly in and out of you. After a few minutes, just as you're getting used to the feeling, the tentacle curls up in just the right way to send pleasure shooting through you in a way that you'd never felt before. It begins thrusting in and out faster now, curling up to bring you pleasure with each thrust and joining the rhythm of the rest of the tentacles. Your fifth orgasm hits like you've never felt before. You let your brain go empty as you enjoy the pleasure of cumming over and over again from having all your holes filled.

You slowly blink your eyes open in the dappling sunlight. The first thing you notice is how your whole body aches. Your wrists feel raw and your mouth is dry. As your eyes adjust to the sunlight, you look around you to find yourself laying on the ground. You recognize the woods around you as being close to your favorite trail. You look down at yourself and find your clothes torn and your wrists red as if they'd been tied. The memories of the day before come flooding back to you - the hike, the side trail you took, the tentacles, the orgasms, all of it. You pick yourself up, managing to wrap your clothes around you enough to cover up, and make your way towards the trail. When you reach it, you recognize the spot to be where you'd gone on the side trail but when you looked for it, there was only the main trail. Where the mouth to the trail you'd taken yesterday had been, there was just a cluster of thick bushes.

#nsft #nsft tentacles #tentacle concept #its a little long oops #nsft horror #nsft concept #tentacles #mmm tentacles #tentacle kink #tentacle monster #tetrophilia #nsft story #nsft pov #nsft imagine #jupiternsft

[ftmkinki]

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Edit: this isnt complete, pls feel free to ignore

I love the idea of buying a house thats SOOOOO cheap because of reports of "ghosts". And then, having very kinky experiences with them ;) so i wrote a story about it!

FTM!Reader x ghosts you/your they/them pronouns only

Cnc, free use, bondage, ghosts (obviously), tags updated as i write more

Nsft under the cut 💗💗

You scoff at the idea that such a good house was sold for a meager 20,000 because of stupid rumors. It was big, didnt need repairs, had a beautiful fenced in garden, was in the perfect location, good neighborhood, far enough away from neighbors that you can be loud without consequences but close enough to get to everything easily. You kept an eye out for what was really wrong all through the moving process, but nothing showed. It really was just horrible reputation that gave you your absolute dream home!

You had all your stuff moved from your previous apartment (and your parents/friends place because there was ZERO storage in your apartment) and after a long long day of setting up, your bedroom and living room were ready for you to spend your first night there!

That night you decide to really treat yourself. Destress in the best way a single person can in your opinion. You get dressed up in your sexiest lingerie top and pair it with a set of peek a boo panties and thigh highs with garters, a collar, and grab a pair of nipple clamps (with attaching chain) and a bullet vibe. After everything is on you in just the way you like and the vibe is securely affixed (but off) to your tdick with body safe tape you start to prepare for a proper welcome to your new house.

As soon as you bend over to peel back the blankets and get ready, you feel a spectral hand caress your ass. You shoot up, shocked and a little afraid. You see nothing behind you when you turn around though.... after a tense moment you decide it was the wind and the stress of moving that made you think that; and set about continuing the final setup of your destress night.

You're arranging pillows and setting the mood, when suddenly your bullet vibe turns on, causing you to moan loudly and bend over until your torso was resting on the bed. You feel a spectral hand trail appreciatively down your nack, fingers catching on the edges of your lingerie until the hand smooths slowly down your ass, ending the motion with a firm grab.

"I never thought this house would be bought with me still in it," a husky and excited voice said, "but if this is what i can look forward to at night, i dont think i really mind."

"Who are you!?! Wh-" abruptly your ring gag was roughly placed in your mouth. You could feel spectral hands forcing it in place as the excited voice said

"Shhhhh, you're just gonna be our warm fleshlight from now on thats it baby. You even did such a good job prepping yourself for us like a good slut. Now just let us take it from here"

You were still confused and a little scared, but they seemed to add to your arousal not detracting from it. You let out a whimper and begin looking for the other people in the "we" equasion. Nothing showed.

But right when you were going to make a confused noise you felt a spectral cock

#ghost kink #free use kink #free use slvt #free use cnc #bd/sm kink #nsft story

[fr3aklike-me]

best friends try clothes on for each other, right? ━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

contains: teasing, possessive talk, dubious consent, breeding, mentions of spanking on different parts, reader is referred to as having "breasts," "pussy," "clit"

let’s say that you’re my best friend – sweet, innocent, cute and unsuspecting. when you have a date you’re excited for coming up, you confide in me how badly you need to get laid, not even realizing how I clench at the idea of taking care of you when you’re obviously so needy and desperate to have someone’s hands on you. of course, being the devoted friend I am, I agree to go shopping with you so you can model different outfits you’re considering for the date – specifically one that will guarantee a good fuck in store for you. almost like torture, I sit outside the changing rooms, as you stride out with outfit after outfit – a series of miniskirts that hug you just right, tight tops that leave your nipples poking out, dresses so tight that I know it’d be so easy for me to press you against a wall, face pressed to the mirror, and slide my fingers deep in you. you gently whine that I should stay in the room with you – for practical reasons, of course, like so I can help you zip up dresses and so you avoid the shyness of emerging from the changing rooms in front of other people waiting outside them. it makes sense, and even though I know it’s only going to leave me with more thoughts, I go in, the dutiful friend I am. you go through a few more outfits, my eyes averting whenever you change then being requested by you to take in the entirety of each and every outfit. I don’t think you realize how much it’s impacting me to see you like this – possessive and jealous that these outfits will be for someone else to fuck you with, yet admiring and stunned from how good you look.

you try on a tight dress, lush red, and it squeezes around your tits and stretches right below your ass. you spread your arms out, doing a little twirl, and I smile approvingly. with a pout, you flatten your palms along it and say, “I’m just worried. Like, what if I bend over, and they see my panties? It’ll spoil the surprise. I’m wearing these really pretty lace ones that night, and I only want them seeing them when we have sex.”

after a few more moments of pondering, checking yourself out in the mirror, my eyes lingering on every inch of your body, feeling nearly ravenous in my need to drag you onto my lap and fingerfuck you, you turn to me. “This might sound weird, but if you’re comfortable, can I show you, and you tell me if you can see my panties?”

I laugh at first, thinking you’re joking, but in a few moments, I see that you’re the picture of seriousness. I’m throbbing at this point, but I nod, clearing my throat, hoping you don’t notice how I shift in my seat. you turn around, and I get the perfect view of your ass, that dress wrapped and tightened around it so well that I chew on my lip from behind. you brace two hands on the mirror in front of you, and bend low, sticking your ass out for me so I can inspect the results. slowly, the material shifts up, revealing a lace thong underneath, perfectly slid in between your two ass cheeks, where the dress sits halfway up.

after a long, quiet pause, you prompt, “Well?” I can hear how your tone has gotten quieter, more meek, and I glance at the mirror to find you staring hard at the ground.

“Um, it shows a bit. Which is fine, unless you really wanted those panties to be a surprise in the bedroom.”

“I do,” you softly whine, sighing gently, “and I like this dress so much.” you meet my gaze in the mirror, and immediately burst into laughter. “Look at you, you’re flushed red. C’mon, don’t friends play dress up?” with this statement, you shake your butt teasingly, giggling when I look away. you probably don’t even realize all the ways I’m thinking of taking you right now – dragging you onto my lap and slapping your pussy gently for being such a tease, holding your hips in the position you’re in and sliding my cock inside, making you watch yourself in the mirror. “How do you think I look, though?”

I cleared my throat. “You look good.”

you flip around, facing me. you purse your lips together, taking in my flushed face, and I wonder if you can read the room. apparently not, because your next words are, “I also really like how my cleavage looks in this. Like, if I bend over, you can see…” you complete the sentiment by lowering yourself, showing me how the dress gives the perfect view of the curve of your breasts. this really was fucking torture. especially when you stand up, and grope your own tits, squeezing them gently, shaking them around. “I just love how these look in this dress.” you give them one last squeeze, sighing gently as your eyes flutter close. “Sorry, I forgot how sensitive they are.”

at this point, my suspicions are rising. friends or not, you had never gone to lengths this great to emphasize how good an outfit was. “What the fuck are you doing?”

your hands drop from your chest. “What?”

“This is clearly not just about wanting to show me an outfit.”

you brace your hands on your hips, and even through the sexual frustration, I snort fondly. “Yes, it is.” you slowly walk closer to me, and with myself still seated, my eyes are directly in line with your breasts. I peer up to watch you adjusting the straps, until they slip off. “And see how easily it can come off?”

“Perfect for your date.”

“Mhm, so you see, it’s the perfect dress to get fucked in.” you stare down at me coyly, an eyebrow raised in question, even though your fingers are fumbling with the edge of the dress in shyness.

I slip a hand under your thigh, raising your leg so that it’s propped over my shoulder, dangling, as you press your hands against the wall to keep your balance. “So, if you had the chance to get fucked in it now, how would you feel about that?”

you slip your leg off, smile knowingly. “I mean, I think I’d like it, but don’t you have to even check if I’m wet?” you turn back around, bending over, spreading your legs wide enough that this time, I can see your glistening cunt, leaking onto your pretty thong, smeared around your inner thighs. “See, you can only fuck me in it if I’m really, really wet.” with this, you wiggle your butt again, giggling when my jaw clenches, eyes trained on you. “Otherwise, maybe I’ll just wait for my date – oh, fuck.”

your teasing dissolves into a long moan as I move to the edge of my seat, grabbing your hips and pushing your cunt onto my face, my tongue immediately diving in, licking around your flimsy thong. your breathing shudders as I flatten my tongue and drag it along the length of your slippery cunt, gathering the wetness into my mouth and finally fucking getting a taste of you. I can’t get enough of it, licking and licking around the thin fabric, the tip of my tongue softly toying with your pussy lips, swollen and soaked with the desire to be touched. I suck on your lips, nearly groaning at how good it feels to finally have you like this in my mouth. your hips rut,  pussy rubbing all over my face as you brace your head on the wall, breaths fogging the mirror. I grab your ass, keeping you still as my fingers drag away the wet, useless piece of fabric, tongue flicking along your pussy, dragging across your folds.

“Ugh, please suck my clit,” you whisper.

“After that show you put on for me? I ought to spank you for that, princess.”

you keep quiet for a few moments, small, gentle whimpers leaving as I press light, soft kisses along your entire pussy, my lips reverent for you. “You can, you know.”

“With all these people to hear? I don’t think so, baby.”

you huff in frustration, groaning, “Please, please at least suck my – hmph, fuck.”

I curl my tongue along your throbbing, stiff clit, the tip stroking it over and over again, pausing to flick it side to side until you’re clamping a hand over your mouth. I dig my fingers into your ass, finally squeezing it in that dress just as I had fantasized, squeezing and groping it, spreading you further so that my lips can round on your clit and suck as hard as I can, until your squeals are obvious even from behind your hand.

“Please, please, I need you inside me.”

that was enough for me. I drag you onto my lap, my arms holding you tight, keeping you in place, your cunt right on my bulge. I raise my hips up, rubbing the curve of my dick along your wet, soft pussy through the fabric, your juices leaking through as you grind, fingers digging into my back, whining into my neck, “Stop teasing me, fuck.”

“Look who’s talking,” I groaned, gripping your ass to drag you up and down my bulge, the shape of it pressed right to your bare cunt. you fist your fingers in my shirt, shuddering and moaning when I grab your waist to help you grind particularly hard down. “Using those pretty outfits just to get me to fuck you. You better not go on that fucking date, understood?”

you nod into my neck, sucking on my skin in order to keep your noises quiet, my own breath hitching at the contact. “I won’t, all yours, all for you.”

I finally unbuckle my pants, rubbing my dick along your slippery cunt, slapping it on your clit to watch you squirm and gasp. finally, when you’re tugging on my shirt and biting my neck in concentration to not make noise, I nudge my cock into your pretty hole, just rubbing the head along your walls. when you begin grinding down, moaning and tugging on my hair in frustration, I slip all the way in, pressing my mouth to yours to keep the two of us quiet. your tongue eagerly meets mine, and we kiss slowly, gently, as you sit there, my cock tight and snug in your pussy. with your mouth still moving against mine, I test out a slow thrust, my hands groping at your ass. you whimper into my mouth, yanking my hair once again, and in a few more thrusts, I’m gently bouncing you in my lap, my cock slipping in and out of you, the most wet, obscene noises echoing in the changing room as your pussy tightens around me.

you move your hips against me, matching my pace as you suck on my tongue to keep quiet, ass smacking against my thighs. your breathing is heavy, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you whimper softly. you tug on my hair again, pressing your forehead to mine. “I’m getting close. Please come inside me, I need to be filled up with you.”

I nearly moan out loud at your words, pressing my face to your neck as I start thrusting harder. “You want to get filled with my load?”

“Please,” you whisper, bouncing on my cock faster. you shove the dress down so that your breasts are out, and I immediately take a nipple into my mouth, sucking on it as your fingers curl into my hair, mouth pressed to my head as you gasp when my thumb presses to your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sweet bud. “I need you to make me yours, show everyone who I belong to. Fill me up, please, I need it.”

words become impossible as I move my hips as quickly as I can, my thumb rubbing and rubbing your clit, taking turns on kissing and sucking your pretty nipples. my other hand grips your cute ass, encouraging you to ride me as fast as you can. when your hips lose their steady pace, messily moving with no direction, I know you’ve reached that point, and I whisper in your ear, “Let me breed my pretty girl.”

you shake, pulsing all around my cock, sucking furiously on my neck as I snap my hips up over and over, fucking you through your orgasm as you squeeze onto my cock, enouraging me to finally come, my sticky come bursting inside your hole, finally filling you up with a warm, thick load as I continue pounding into you until every drop is tucked deep inside.

you lay limp against me, breathing heavily, sweat shining across your forehead. I lean against the wall, swallowing hard as I register what just happened. I press a soft kiss to your forehead, and you lean back to smile at me, whispering with a giggle, “Just as I planned.”

#fr3aklike-me #idek what this is #I just let the h-word take over my soul LMAO #nsft #nsft story #nsft imagine #nsft text #nsft scenario #nsft long text #nsft storytime #nsft long story #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #nblw nsft #sapphic nsft #bisexual nsft #queer nsft

[alix-unfiltered]

The beginning of a little story on my mind…

I was skeptical when the king asked me to train his son. A pretty boy prince was never going to be a match for me. I wasn’t wrong, of course. Even after hours of footwork practice, the moment a training sword came towards him, he tripped all over his feet.

But as I look at the boy, panting, on the floor with a blade pressed to his neck, I can’t help but be glad it was me doing the training.

Sweat drips down his temple, face flushed, eyes wide, mouth parted. I watch his eyes travel down the length of my body. It occurs to me that we are alone in the training hall. The king didn’t want the whole army knowing his son’s weaknesses. My cock twitches in my trousers at the sight of him, so vulnerable in front of me, and his eyes focus on the slight movement.

I press the blade further into his neck. This one won’t make him bleed, but we’ll work our way up to real swords. The boy in front of me gasps and a small moan falls out of his mouth.

“Well aren’t you the prettiest thing?”

A higher pitched whine slips out this time. I trail the blade downwards, pulling at the top ties on his shirt.

“Do you like being on the floor for me, my liege?”

He nods furiously, but I click my tongue at him.

“I expect answers, my lord. Where have all those etiquette lessons gone?”

“My apologies, ma’am! Yes, I like being on the floor for you, ma’am.”

“Such a good little prince, aren’t you?”

“Yes ma’am!” The whine in his voice was more intense.

#hi pretty boy #my pretty prince #nsft story #queer nsft #regency kink #prince kink #knight kink #t4t nsft #t4t #renaissance kink #top posting

[notformaintosee]

for her own good

(this is a kink story that features diapers)

Sylvia Elvendaughter was a very typical wizard. The sort that lives in a tower and tries to solve every problem with magic

So when she realised she had terrible sleeping habits, she decided to cast a spell on herself. Whenever she wasn't in bed between two AM and eight AM the spell would teleport her to bed

The first few nights after she cast the spell she went to bed of her volition. The threat of being teleported around was enough. And then one night the spell interrupted her in the middle of an engrossing book

She felt annoyed, insulted even, that some unthinking spell would put her to bed like a child that couldn't take care of herself. What was even worse was that it was entirely correct. But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that she was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life

It became a habit of hers to make sure she wasn't aware of the time around bedtime. That wasn't a healthy thing to do, so she changed the spell. From now on the spell would put her to bed at a random time between eight and twelve o'clock

For weeks all was well, until the spell caught her while she was on the toilet, and she wet the bed. Her solution was another spell, one that would conjure up a diaper whenever she was in bed. It was childish, but it would work, and it felt... fitting. (That is to say, it turned her on)

It became a habit to use spells to correct her habits. She had an unbalanced diet? She enchanted kitchenware to prepare her food and feed it to her. She masturbated instead of working? She conjured a chastity belt that would appear during work hours. She struggled with keeping fit? An enchanted glove to spank her whenever she failed to exercise

The final step was a pair of locking mittens that would appear whenever she felt tempted to remove the spells. The spells had proven they knew best. It was for her own good

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[fr3aklike-me]

beautiful, you want my strap in you? then, go on, sit on that dildo and prove to me you can take it. yes, you heard me. you think you’re getting this strap without proving to me you can take it? sit yourself on your toy and fuck yourself on it to show me. c’mon, baby, turn around and raise yourself over the toy. just flick it over your cunt for me, let the tip get wet with that mess you’ve made for me. when you’re ready, sink down on it and show me how you take it. there you go, baby, you’re doing beautifully for me. fuck, just watch how that toy sinks inch by inch into your pretty hole. it’s so thick and big, baby, and you take it so well for me. look at how that ass bounces for me, how your cunt stretches so fucking wide over that toy of yours. arch your back, darling, do it for me and give me a show to get off to. awe, look at your pussy - is it fitting a cock so big just for me? yeah, baby? oh, you’re just making the sweetest noises right now. how can I not rub my clit to them? all your little, soft cries and moans are music to my ears. you’re embarrassed to be fucking yourself for me? you want my dick in you, don’t you? then, be good and show me how well you can take it. in fact, why don’t you turn around for me? hold yourself up, brace your legs wide on either side of the toy, now start bouncing on it again, princess. there you go, bounce on that dick, okay? look at how your pretty nipples get so hard at the sight of me staring at you, how your tits gently move as you fuck yourself so needily. I see how you bite your lip, precious, how you toss your head back in pleasure. you like being the centre of attention, don’t you? the only thing my eyes are trained on, the only thing I can fuck myself to. I can imagine the only thing you’d like more is for me to push you on the bad, and fuck you with that toy myself, thrusting it in and out until you come for me. but, not yet. you still have a bit more to show me.

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[feralfemtboy]

You didn't think much about your best friend before his transition. He was a great guy, but awkward as hell before he finally came out.

It was interesting that the second he came out, he'd wear every skirt or dress he could find. Makes sense, if cis guys can be femboys, why not trans guys?

But now... Every time you hang out, he's teasing you. You don't know if he knows, but god you're down bad. He's your guy, your best friend, and Jesus is he hot.

The second he started taking T, you smelled it on him. All of a sudden you felt like a moth drawn by pheromones with such desperation you can hardly handle it.

Every time you go out, you find your eyes wandering down to his packer. It's right there under the skirt. And you can see the bulge whenever he walks, his skirt riding between his thighs, showing it off more and more.

He comes over one day and throws himself on your couch. You swear you saw his jock strap for a second under his skirt. Trying your best, you look away and wander to the kitchen.

"Need anything?" you ask.

"You."

You drop the cup you were holding.

"What?"

"I see you. Staring at me, making sure you hold me close enough to smell me, you've been watching me since the start." He throws his legs open and suddenly you realize it's not a joke.

"That's not... I'm... I..."

"Not since you've been thinking about how my jockstrap smells."

Dammit, how did he know that?

"We're best friends remember? Are you ready for tcock?"

And in a moment, his packer was gone and his dick was staring you in the face. You know you were staring under his skirt all along, but you find every inch of your body on alert as you're immediately stuck in his web.

It was prominent, hard, wet. Fuck, he was already wet. You wondered how long he'd been noticing you. His cock twitched as you watched with your mouth agape. His hole waiting for you underneath. His smile twisting ever slightly wider.

Like a moth to a flame, you're drawn in. Cock. Tcock. Your best friend's tcock.

You'd sucked dick a couple times before, but nothing would prepare you for how amazing your best frie... Boyfriend's cock tastes.

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[kinky-moth]

People always talk about public service freeuse where the toy is afab, but I think there should be more appreciation for human dildos

TW: hard kinks such as noncon and mind break, overstimulation, degradation, edging Dead dove, do not eat

Once the person is condemned they have to go through a training first, it's not as simple as just being a hole you see, guys need to be broken beforehand.

The new toy goes through a mandatory examination, stripped to its underwear and bound to a bed: the light shone in its face keeps it from anticipating the examinators next moves as they prod for sensitive places

It struggles the first time it feels the buzz on its cock, but the binds only make it able to squirm as the vibrator traces its bulge all over.. reaching its tip and going back, that's when it flinches: the buzzing goes back to the tip of its soft cock and the jerking grows more fierce, sounds get trapped in its throat but it's too late, they already know where to touch

Its remaining piece of cloth gets quickly discarded as gloved hands press the vibrator right on the naked tip: the new subject thrashes around for a few minutes before willing itself to still, prompting its torturers to proceed

It's time for the underside of its cock, tracing from tip to shaft and back down making it shiver, it's vitals jump in the monitor next to it, announcing its rising heartbeat to the whole room

When they drag the stimulation down to its balls it starts laughing, the slightly ticklish sensation making a great gateway for moans to come. They write everything down and move on to the next phase

Its cock, now semi erect, gets strapped with vibrating devices: a couple on the shaft, then all the way up and on right under the tip. Its balls are placed over a heating, vibrating mat. It shivers in anticipation, the sensation is exhilarating.

Once they start up it's slow but steady, it can feel the sense of doom dawn over it as heat pools down: soon it can feel it leak and begin to throb, the sensation on its balls maddening, as if it was encouraging it to go over the edge already

The transition from normalcy to heat is often met with panic in most toys, and it grows frantic as the buzzing slowly works its dick up; the process is puprosefully slow to show new subjects how little control they have left before giving them a forceful release, soon they'll associate being used with pleasure.

Once the shame of the first forced orgasm washes over the subject it's time to change machine, it's a buildup from normal brushes to suction to fleshlights, relentless to the desperate begging of the toy and only stopping when its balls are emptied. Reaching the max number of orgasms is integral part of the training.

Once the subject's screams have died down to pitiful cries it gets put in chastity and slipped in its mind conditioning machine for the first part of it's nightly training: good toys are alway hard

(Part two)

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