I'd never had sex in front of a mirror until the other day but oh... oh fuck...
My Dom pinning me down and pulling my hair so I was forced to watch myself come undone over and over again while they pounded into me... their weight immobilizing me completely...
I looked like such a beautiful whore, pinned down, cumming too many times to count, begging for more, even though they had their fingers stuffed in my mouth...
Shit... no wonder people have so much fun fucking me...
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TW // breath play, fear play
"you're such a fucking pervert!" you snap at your dom.
you're not wrong, after all. the entire day, they've been staring you down like a vulture - and just because of a new outfit you picked out.
but your perfect reasoning disappears from your brain the second you lock eyes with them.
"what did you just say, pup?"
a cold burning sensation grows in your stomach. of course, you recognize this feeling. you've made a mistake; one you fear you won't be able to plead your way out of.
"ah, i - nothing, Master, it wasn't-"
a firm grip on your throat cuts you off.
"oh, please," their voice drips with faux care, their grip tightens, "repeat yourself."
instead of a response, a high-pitched whine escapes your lips.
they laugh. it's getting harder and harder to take proper breaths.
"that's all you can manage? what happened to that fucking attitude?" they tease.
your brain is starting to turn fuzzy, words melting into an ache. ache. ache for-
"go on, i want to hear it again. i want to hear exactly what you think of me."
it's so hard to focus. your vision's getting darker, grainier-
"come on, pup, spit it out! or can you not even manage that right now? dumb fucking mutt."
you can feel yourself slipping. god, fuck, breathe!
"...i suppose that's good enough for now"
their grip loosens.
inhale.
the world snaps back to you. some panting later, your senses have almost fully recovered. you feel so light.
"what do you say?"
"thank you, Master."
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okay i need to follow waaay more kinky trans folks on here so please reblog this if youre trans/nb and get kinda nasty with it sometimes
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Hey fellow painsluts and other masochistic subbies... I just wanna share something that was helpful for me. Maybe it'll resonate with some of you too...
But like... its okay to not enjoy pain sometimes
And what I mean by that is recieving pain is not a passive role
It takes a lot of focus and mental energy to process that kind of intense stimuli. Learning how to translate pain into pleasure is a skill. Its something you develop over time
So if you're ever in a scene, and the pain your recieving is just... pain... its okay to stop, take a break, negotiate a different kind of scene , or do whatever you need to do
Take your time learning to process pain, and learning what kind of pain you like. You are still valid as a sub and as a masochist no matter where you are on that personal journey
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TW // medical play
doctor visits have never been something you exactly look forward to. you get an anxious feeling every time. the neutral hues that seem to repeat themselves in every clinic. the cold, sterile metals that have a way of making you feel watched. and, of course, your current situation doesn't help alleviate this anxiety.
a knock emanates from the other side of the door. it opens, revealing a tall figure in a white coat. you exchange formalities, and they take a seat at their office chair.
"so, i understand you've been experiencing some distressing thoughts?"
you nod sheepishly.
"may i ask you to describe what you've been thinking about?"
you bristle at the question, inhaling sharply and trying to maintain your composure. there's no reason to worry; surely, a medical professional would be knowledgeable about this sort of thing.
"uhm... i mostly think about..."
the doctor glances up at you through rimmed glasses.
"...fantasies... involving, uh- medical aspects."
you manage to choke the words out, feeling your face grow warm as the doctor records your answer on a clipboard.
"when did these... fantasies... start occurring?"
"uhm, it's been a little while now..."
"can you give an estimate?"
you pause. of course the question is necessary, but did the doctor really have to ask it? you press your thighs together.
"a couple weeks, i think. more like a month..."
the doctor nods and continues writing for a moment. your face has to be pink by now.
"have you tried any methods to alleviate the discomfort you feel?"
a nervous giggle escapes your mouth. you're starting to regret making this appointment altogether.
"i've tried, uhm... touching myself."
you pause again.
"it hasn't really helped, though."
another nod from the doctor. you stare at the floor. it's getting hard to focus on the questions.
"have you tried having a partner help you?"
"i don't have a partner, but i'd like to have someone help me."
it comes out of your mouth before you can properly think about it. why the hell did you just say that?
the doctor scrawls one last note before setting aside the clipboard and rising to their feet.
"well, i think you'll be fine. plenty of people have thoughts like this; it's nothing to be embarrassed about."
you breathe a sigh of relief. "that's good to hear, i was pretty worried." you say with a laugh. that appointment wasn't so bad! now, to just collect an excuse for work and-
the lock clicks.
"before you leave, however, i'd like to perform a physical examination. just to be sure."
fuck.
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