#sensory play

[master-xochimilli]

Wish I could tie my pretty sweetheart up, set them all out for me on the bed, have them all nice and comfy maybe I'll settle a soft kiss on their lips before slowly trailing ice around their body— seeing how they squirm and twitch as the cold goes across their skin, a mix of stinging pain and delicate pleasure on them~

Denying their pleads to cum by shoving an ice into their mouth, making them feel my cock grow hard inside their warm little cunt from their desperate muffled cries and whimpers~

#xochimilli writes #ice feels good as fuck #i am an ice sensory play lover fr #ftm nsft #bd/sm pet #t4t nsft #bd/sm kink #ftm dom #ftm top #bd/sm master #sensory play #ice play #queer nsft #t4t mlm #t4t ns/fw #t4t puppy #trans t4t #ftm bottom #ftm sub #good boy #queer ns/fw #bd/sm blog #bd/sm community #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm concept #mlm concept #nblm ns/fw #trans ftm #trans nsft #temperature play

[snakeautistic]

I CRAVE deep pressure on this super fundamental level like yes please crush my body I want to be compressed. You know like those hydraulic press thingies? I want that to be me under there. Or like to lie under a steamroller. A weighted blanket is not enough I need to be flattened.

#autism #sensory seeking #sensory joy #autistic things #sensory play #autistic #actuallyautistic #actually autistic #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #neurodivergence

[dino-boyo-agere]

Fun sensory play to do when your smol/ with your little one:

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1. Eating with your hands:

Especially food you would usually use utensils for is a really fun sensory experience. Just make sure to wear clothes that are allowed to get dirty and protect rugs & furniture.

My favorite are melons. Just cut whatever kind of melon you prefer in half, lay out a tarp on the floor/ table and dig in with your hands.

Pasta with tomato sauce or rice are really great to make a mess too!

2. Brushing you plushies, or your pet if u have one:

You could also brush your own/ a friends/ your CG's/ your little one's hair, which can be great for bonding! <3

It's super easy and I find the feeling of brushing hair/ fur extremely relaxing and comforting.

3. Playing with shaving foam:

It has a really soft feeling, is available in all kinds of scents and is great to play with in the bathroom or wherever you're able to rinse everything with water.

I like to play with it in the garden, I just wear my swimming trunks and cover my whole body in the foam, in the summer.

4. Playing with baby powder:

I'd advise to also do this in the bathroom or over a tarp, stuff gets everywhere.

It's fun to cover your body in the soft, comforting smelling powder and it's easily washable from skin and clothes.

If it ends of in the floor/ carpet/ furniture it can be removed with a vacuum.

5. Filling a tub/ bucket with different things to dig your hands into it:

This is a pretty easy and fast little sensory play, just pick whatever interesting texture you want and throw it in.

My favorites are: crumbled up/ shredded paper, sand, ping-pong balls, soft blankets, and cotton balls

6. Making playdough:

Making playdough is really easy and a fun sensory experience.

You basically only need 5 ingredients and are free to add any color and scent you'd like! → here is a recipe ←.

Make sure to lay out cling wrap on the surface you'll be working on and wear clothes that are allowed to get stained, food coloring is hard - sometimes impossible - to remove from certain services/ fabrics.

Also be aware that the food coloring will most likely stain your skin and nails for a few days, from mixing it in. You can wear gloves to prevent that, but that also lessenes the sensory experience.

All ingredients are safe to eat, since little ones can be very curious. If you choose to add scents, make sure to use food safe ones, in case you/ your little one decides to eat it.

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That's all I can think of right now, feel free to add your own ideas too! I might add more later aswell.

Thank you for reading. <3

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#nates recommendations #baba space #nates tips #sensory play #sfw interaction only #sfw #sfw agere #agere #age regression #agere community #age regression community #age regressor #agere fandom

[fatguarddog]

Y'all ever think about being blindfolded and stuffed?

Never quite sure what delicious fattening treat is coming your way next? Not knowing if you're about to be fed or groped or given some kind of sensory play? Just lost in pure erotic bliss as your belly swells bigger and bigger ❤️

#hutch posts #weight gain #stuffing #getting fat on purpose #sensory play #need to be fatter #queer feedism

[whoreforhorror]

Kinktober Day Two: Sensory Deprivation with Hannibal Lector

Hannibal was the one who'd brought it up. He was curious to see the effects of sensory deprivation on a person up close, and you, his darling partner, were the perfect subject. He'd gotten everything all layed out and you were starting to suspect he's more excited about this than he's letting on. He'd spent literal weeks researching blindfolds and noise-canceling headphones and gloves and restraints. He'd looked relentlessly, only settling on the nicest silk blindfold and additional silk to bind you with. He found the absolute best noise-canceling headphones, ones that would work both with music and without. He'd done enough research that he'd even found gloves for you to wear too, so that you couldn't feel a thing with your own hands, of your own fruition. 

He'd made a whole night of it too, making an elaborate brunch that he delivered to you in bed, taking you shopping, and then taking you out for an incredibly expensive dinner, both of you dressed to the nines. After the day of pampering, he leads you to your shared bed, pushing you backward gently so that you're sitting on the edge. 

Hannibal grabs the silk red blindfold, kissing you as he slips the blindfold over your eyes and typing it behind your head. He kisses you once more, a quick but loving kiss to remind you he's there, and pulls back some. You can just slightly feel him moving away by the shifting of the bed. 

"Can you see, my love?" Hannibal says in a voice just above a whisper. Opening your eyes to look, and all you can see is the deep, nearly blood-red. The silk is smooth and cool against your skin and you can feel your eyelashes brushing against the material. 

"No, not a thing." You can practically hear the grin form on his face as you speak. 

"Good" He replies simply and comes back to you, placing the headphones on your head, over your ears. The world goes silent as he does so, you can't hear, you can't see. Already, your senses are heightened. Your smell, your sense of touch, you felt on edge and honestly a bit anxious for what's to come. It's one thing to imagine but to be sat here, deprived of the basic senses you'd grown so accustomed to using... it's an erotic, sensual type of fear, one that you can quickly feel yourself getting addicted to. Especially with Hannibal. 

His hands move to rest on either side of your face, each on your jaw, pulling you forward a bit and making your head tilt up just a little. He kisses you once more. A much longer kiss, filled with love and passion. Another reminder that he's still here and that you're in good hands, at least for now. 

When he pulls back, it's a long stretch of nothing. It was probably only a couple of minutes but it felt like ages, an eternity stretching on as you waited without sight or sound for Hannibal to do something, anything that you can feel. The time stretches on and on, so when you feel his hand back on your shoulder, you jolt with surprise as your breath hiches softly. 

Hannibal's hand slides down from your shoulder to your hand, taking it gently and guiding you to stand and walk a few paces forward, away from the bed. There's a short stretch of nothingness before he takes your hand again, pressing a kiss to the palm, then the inside of your wrist. His actions cause butterflies to flutter in your stomach as it flips, flustering you enough that you barely even notice as he slips the soft gloves onto your hands. You reach forward to touch him, but he grabs you gently by the wrist, bringing your arm behind your back and proceeding to do the same with the other. 

You feel the smooth, cool fabric on your arms, the silk restraints. He winds the material around and between your arms, tying them close together, tight but not restricting the blood flow. As his touch leaves you once more, you test the restraints just a bit, trying to pull them apart or twist and wriggle out. The restraints hold strong, your arms aren't going to be freed until Hannibal wants them to be.

Hannibal's hands make their way back to you once more, holding your face as if he were holding a precious Fabergé egg, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks gently as he holds you. His lips find their way back to yours, a moth to a flame, kissing you with a passion that grows from loving to fervored and hungry. He walks you backward, step by step, his lips never leaving yours until you hit the bed with the back of your legs, falling backward, a short gasp escaping you. The mattress cushions your fall, leaving you lying on your back, legs hanging off the bed at the knees, blinded, deafened, and bound.

Fem:

Hannibal's hands find themselves on your knees, spreading your legs a fair degree. His lips land on the inside of your knee, pressing a gentle kiss there too. One of his hands glides upwards, fingers hooking the bottom of your skirt and pulling it upward. The air hits your legs as your skirt moves up your lower thighs, up your upper thighs, up until it's just barely covering what it needs. Hannibal's lips trail up, following the hem of your skirt and peppering your inner thigh with short kisses. The butterflies in your stomach feel like a raging storm at this point, and your breath shortens as your face flushes.

Then, his touches disappear entirely. No kisses, no hand on the knees, no hand pulling up your skirt. You're left, lying on the bed with your skirt pushed up high enough that your panties peek out from beneath, the air brushing past your legs, reminding you of just how exposed and vulnerable you are right now. He's gone for several minutes now.

Sitting back, he's in an armchair in the bedroom, notepad and pencil in hand, observing you closely and taking notes. Every twitch, every change in breath, every single thing you do he takes notes on. Beyond taking notes, you can certainly count on him making sketch after sketch of these moments as he commits them to memory.

The longer he takes, the more you start to test the restraints and the heavier your breath grows, the anxiety and tension building and building, blooming into a combination of fear of the unknown and arousal from the lack of control or knowledge you have in the situation.

It takes seventeen minutes for Hannibal to stand from his chair. You're left in the dark, literally and metaphorically, unaware of where he is or what he's doing. He could be long gone from the room, he could be observing, he could be anything else under the sun.

A hand on your exposed thigh causes you to jump again, the long stretch of nothing leaving you on edge. His hand trails higher and higher, pushing your skirt fully up to your hips and pulling your panties to the side. You can feel the warmth of his breath before he presses a kiss onto your clit. He wastes no time starting to lick and suck, eating you out like you're his last meal.

Pleasure courses through your entire body, making you moan and writhe, the loss of your senses heightening every little touch of Hannibal's. You'd reach for his hair if your arms weren't bound. Your own pleasured moans and groans echo in your mind, the only thing you can hear. You've got no way of knowing how loud or quiet you're being either, adding a layer of freedom to the experience. Something so raw and unfiltered about not knowing or caring how you sounded, how you looked. 

One of Hannibal's hands slid up to your stomach, the other hooking across your hips to hold you down as he continued to eat you out. His tongue circles and zig-zags and licks in straight lines, each and every movement feeling like the only thing you've ever felt and the only thing you'll ever feel, and it's fucking mindblowing.

Your thighs and stomach start to clench involuntarily and your back arches off the mattress. Hannibal only buries his head deeper between your thighs, sucking and licking with more fervor than he had thus far. Your climax makes you see stars behind the silk blindfold. 

Your body falls slack onto the bed as Hannibal moves away from you again. Your dress's skirt is pulled back down to cover you properly, and Hannibal's lips are back on yours, kissing you once more with slow, gentle passion this time. You can taste your cum on his lips and it only serves to drive you crazier, wanting him to never stop. It was addicting. He was addicting.

Hannibal sits you up just enough to take the gloves and binding silks off your arms, gently laying you back onto the mattress as he gives you yet another peck on the lips. He takes the headphones off next, followed by the blindfold. Once everything is off, he gives you a charming smile.

"Hello again, my darling." 

Masc:

Hannibal's hands find themselves on your knees, spreading your legs a fair degree. His lips land on the inside of your knee, pressing a gentle kiss there too. One of his hands glides upwards, fingers around your belt, pulling it loose and unbuttoning the dress slacks you'd worn out. He pulls them off you gently, the air hitting your legs as your lower half is left in your boxers. Hannibal's lips trail upwards, peppering your inner thigh with short kisses. The butterflies in your stomach feel like a raging storm at this point, and your breath shortens as your face flushes.

Then, his touches disappear entirely. No kisses, no hand on the knees, no hands roaming your thighs. You're left, lying on the bed in your boxers, the air brushing past your legs, reminding you of just how exposed and vulnerable you are right now. He's gone for several minutes now.

Sitting back, he's in an armchair in the bedroom, notepad and pencil in hand, observing you closely and taking notes. Every twitch, every change in breath, every single thing you do he takes notes on. Beyond taking notes, you can certainly count on him making sketch after sketch of these moments as he commits them to memory.

The longer he takes, the more you start to test the restraints and the heavier your breath grows, the anxiety and tension building and building, blooming into a combination of fear of the unknown and arousal from the lack of control or knowledge you have in the situation. Your dick strains against your boxers with anticipation, practically begging to be released.

It takes seventeen minutes for Hannibal to stand from his chair. You're left in the dark, literally and metaphorically, unaware of where he is or what he's doing. He could be long gone from the room, he could be observing, he could be anything else under the sun.

A hand on your exposed thigh causes you to jump again, the long stretch of nothing leaving you on edge. His hand trails higher and higher, going to the opening of your boxers and pulling your cock free from its confines. You can feel the warmth of his breath before he presses a kiss to the underside of your shaft, just above your balls. He wastes no time running his tongue up it, wrapping his hand around and pumping before kissing your tip and taking you in his mouth fully. 

Pleasure courses through your entire body, making you moan and writhe, the loss of your senses heightening every little touch and lick of Hannibal's, the warmth of his mouth quickly becoming an addiction. You'd reach for his hair if your arms weren't bound. Your own pleasured moans and groans echo in your mind, the only thing you can hear. You've got no way of knowing how loud or quiet you're being either, adding a layer of freedom to the experience. Something so raw and unfiltered about not knowing or caring how you sounded, how you looked. 

One of Hannibal's hands slid up to your stomach, the other hooking across your hips to hold you down as his head bobs up and down, tongue running up the underside and him occasionally pulling back entirely to pump and stroke you with his hand. Each and every movement feels like the only thing you've ever felt and the only thing you'll ever feel, and it's fucking mindblowing.

Your thighs and stomach start to clench involuntarily and your back arches off the mattress. Hannibal only takes you in deeper, sucking and licking with more fervor than he had thus far. Your climax makes you see stars behind the silk blindfold as you cum down his throat.

Your body falls slack onto the bed as Hannibal moves away from you again. Your boxers are slid back on to give you a bit of decency, and Hannibal's lips are back on yours, kissing you once more with slow, gentle passion this time. You can taste your cum on his lips and it only serves to drive you crazier, wanting him to never stop. It was addicting. He was addicting.

Hannibal sits you up just enough to take the gloves and binding silks off your arms, gently laying you back onto the mattress as he gives you yet another peck on the lips. He takes the headphones off next, followed by the blindfold. Once everything is off, he gives you a charming smile.

"Hello again, my darling."

#slasher fucker #slasher x reader #slashers imagine #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal netflix #hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #hannibal #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober day 2 #sensory play #sensory deprivation

[xenoscribbles]

Just a little update: I now offer EVEN MORE COLORS of my fluffy stim toy buttons, available on my store: https://xenoscribbles.carrd.co/#stores

New colors include lavender, coral, cyan, light blue, two greens, two yellows, orange, peach, and cherry red!

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[cleocvnt]

about me

hi im cleo!

i dont have a lot of experience but I'm enthusiastic to explore and learn!

kinks: bondage, choking, pet play, free use, objectification, cnc, dumbifacation, bimbofication, misogyny, sensory deprivation, degradation, collars/marking/branding etc,

stuff i'm interested in trying: wax play, knife play, TPE, hypnosis , somno, orgasm denial, overstim, electric play

hard limits: piss play, licking toilets, licking boots, vomit, scat, (basically anything truly unhygienic is a no-go) raceplay, age play stuff

if you msg me dont just say hi (or send a lone dic pic) i wont respond lol ask me questions, send r3pe threats be interesting!!

DNI: minors and people with unclear ages, people who are actually misogynistic or bigoted at all irl

#fr33 use #r4p3 kink #objectify me #cnc fr33use #rap3toy #rap3 fantasy #free use cnc #use me however you want #choke play #pet pl4y #dumbification #bimboification #sensory play #bd/sm community

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

Kinktober day 19 Sensory deprivation: Diavolo (blindfolds, restraints, earmuffs, overstim, slight spitting)

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To say Diavolo was surprised was an understatement. He didn’t think you’d be so…thorough…with his restraints. He couldn’t see, hear, move, or speak. It was frustrating, you weren’t letting him catch a break either. He’d cum several times but you just kept going.

Diavolo whined as your hand found it’s way back to his exhausted cock, you’ve worked him so hard he cant even get hard! Diavolo tried to cry out to plead with you. You didn’t notice, or maybe you just didn’t care. Diavolo whined out as another ‘orgasm’ wracks through his limp cock. Nothing comes out and all it does is give a few pathetic twitches.

He feels your lips on the length of his cock, giving butterfly kisses up and down it, breathing out with each kiss. His tired cock twitches with every other kiss. He growls in an attempt to distract you. All it does is earn him a hard squeeze on the base of his cock.

You release his cock suddenly and step away. Diavolo tries to catch his breath but you grab his cock again. You stroke him roughly to try and force him to harden. He feels you hold his cock by the base and pause. He suddenly feels something wet drop onto the head of his cock.

Diavolo groans upon realizing you had just spat on his cock.

Tagging list: @obeymewanderer

#kinktober 23 #kinktober #Diavolo #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader #nsft #sensory play #obey me #omomtrta #overstim

[astrumamasia]

someone just needs to put Simon Petrikov in a ball-pit. someone just needs to get Simon Petrikov a pack of Orbeez. Simon Petrikov does not need to summon betty-golb. Simon Petrikov needs sensory activities.

Simon Petrikov needs

#anyway yet another unhinged post from the archive of i-could-fix-that-sad-old-man #fionna and cake #adventure time #simon petrikov #fionna and cake spoilers #i guess? #moonie meandering #autism #sensory play

[fatguarddog]

Thinking about sensory play to condition your feedee into a state of laziness, making them more susceptible to getting stuffed and fattened to the brim

Putting headphones on them and playing relaxing asmr-like sounds so that they happily melt back in their seat, massaging their arms, hands, legs, neck to fully unwind their muscles... showing them how much pleasure just sitting down can bring them in your hands before getting them to eat so so much and then repeating all that sensory bliss

#hutch posts #weight gain #stuffing #getting fat on purpose #queer feedist #queer feedism #sensory play

[bobinskxy]

Fugacal 8 Tone Hand Bells Rainbow Color Tambourine ⛅️

these make my brain go “waaaaaaa”

#sfw agere #age regression #stim board #stim toys #agere toys #sfw agedre blog #sfw regression #little space #sensory play #sensory toys