I Feel Like Piss Is To Vanilla Men What Cnc And Fauxcest Are To The Bdsm Community

dad rubbin his cock n balls over ur dumb face mmmmm

“little girl” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

guys I honestly forgot gacha life existed im gonna make everyone in gacha life you’re welcome

no i don’t want to fuck you you’re fucking 400 pounds nd can’t even keep a boner jesus fucking christ stop texting me

you felt so lucky to meet Me. your social anxiety had been crippling you for years, keeping you from landing jobs, meeting and keeping friends, and even traveling or shopping. But you randomly bumped into Me outside your apartment and it came up that I use hypnosis to help people just like you!

The first session went great. you felt so relaxed, and the suggestion that you seek out men five years older than you was a good one. They were more mature and would make conversation less awkward.

The second session was as good as the first! you were so relaxed, almost tired. your panties were a little wet but I'd warned you that might happen, almost like a wet dream. you were ready to put yourself out there on a dating app to try to meet someone 10 years older than you. They had stable jobs and could give you the room needed to get your career started.

The third session was so relaxing, but your panties were very, very wet this time. you may have cum during the session...maybe even squirted. Thank God I'm a professional and didn't call attention to such things even if I noticed. The suggestion to make some money on the side as a companion to wealthy men 20 years older than you was a great one. There'd be no pressure because it was just a job, and you'd have the money needed to continue the sessions and keep your own place.

The fourth session was incredible. you're not sure what happened but you felt like you'd just had the best sex of your life. There was something on your leg that seemed like cum, but I assured you it wasn't and you just...believed Me. you were meeting Me at My place tomorrow. It was just going to be sex. It didn't mean anything but a successful doctor 25 years your senior was willing to help you wade into being an escort, letting you practice your skills on him and giving you a free hypnosis session at the same time. you were getting horny just thinking about it...about his cock...his...hard to think...

you're so happy here. you've lost track of the number of sessions but you have everything you need. you have a small room in the basement. Master gives you daily hypno therapy and all the sex you want...and you want sex with Him ALL the time. you don't need to meet anyone new, or go to work, or travel, or anything else. Just sucking and fucking your Master. you're horny again. you're going to ask Master if you can ride him again. you're so happy here.

he’s my dad he’s allowed to take advantage of me!

“Not now, I’m tired,” I groan, burying my face into the pillows, my voice muffled and thick with exhaustion. My body feels heavy, like it’s sinking into the mattress, and all I want is to drift off into sleep. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of sheets as I shift uncomfortably, trying to find a position that will let me escape into oblivion.

But then I feel it—the weight of the mattress dipping beside me, the heat of a body too close, too familiar. My heart skips a beat, and for a moment, I freeze, torn between pretending to be asleep and acknowledging the presence that suddenly fills the room.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” comes the low, smooth voice of him. It’s a voice that sends a shiver down my spine, one that’s both comforting and terrifying all at once. “Just… here. Just hold… theeeere you go…”

I whimper softly as I feel his hands—big, warm, and unrelenting—slip under the waistband of my soft little pyjama bottoms. The fabric glides down my legs with ease, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the room. His palms slide up the backs of my thighs, rough yet gentle, and I can’t help but squirm under his touch.

“I don’t want t—” I start to protest, but my words are cut off by a sharp slap that echoes through the room. His hand cracks down on the curve of my ass, the sting radiating through my skin and making me yelp. Once. Twice. Three times. Each impact is harder than the last, leaving my flesh tingling and my breath hitching in my throat.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growls, his voice low and commanding, a tone that brooks no argument. Before I can even think to respond, his hand is over my mouth, muffling any sound I might make as he yanks my face out of the pillows. His grip is firm, almost painfully so, but it’s the sudden intrusion of his cock that leaves me gasping against his palm.

“Mmh! N- n- nnnnn…” My voice is a muffled cry, a mix of pain and something else—something I don’t want to acknowledge. His big, thick cock pushes into me, stretching me open in ways that make my toes curl and my back arch. He’s not gentle, not in the slightest, and the burn of it leaves me trembling.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as his voice drips with a dark satisfaction that makes my stomach clench. His cock moves inside me, filling me to the brim, and I can feel every inch of him as he begins to thrust. “You can pretend all you want, sweetheart, but your body doesn’t lie.”

I want to deny it. I want to scream, to argue, to push him away. But I can’t. My body betrays me, responding to him in ways that make my chest tighten and my breath come in shallow gasps. He’s relentless, pounding into me with a force that leaves me clawing at the sheets, my moans muffled against his hand. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, hot and humiliating, as I feel myself being pulled apart by him, over and over again.

“Shut up,” he hisses, his voice rough with desire—or something darker. “Just shut the fuck up and take my cock.” His words are harsh, cruel even, but there’s something in the way he says them that sends a jolt of electricity straight through me. His hand presses harder against my mouth, his fingers digging into the sides of my face as his hips snap against mine, driving his cock deeper with every thrust.

I can’t think. I can’t breathe. All I can do is feel—every movement, every stroke, every searing inch of him as he takes what he wants from me. My body arches involuntarily, my back pressing against his chest as he fucks me with a ferocity that leaves me trembling. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of my muffled cries and his ragged breaths, and the heat between us is almost unbearable.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and guttural, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.” His hand moves from my mouth to my hip, his grip bruising as he pulls me back onto him, his cock slamming into me with a force that leaves me seeing stars.

I can’t hold back the moan that escapes my lips, the sound rising in pitch as he pushes me closer to the edge. My hands clutch at the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric as I try to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation. His other hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back and forcing me to arch even more, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs against my skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of my neck as he fucks me harder, faster. His voice is a mix of praise and demand, and it only serves to heighten the heat pooling low in my belly. “So tight, so wet—just for me. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

I can’t answer. I can’t even form a coherent thought as his cock slams into me, each thrust harder than the last, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain, and I can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me.

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice a growl that sends a jolt of electricity straight through me. His hand moves to my clit, his fingers rough as they circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it’s all I can do to hold on. “Come on, sweetheart. Let go.”

And I do. I shatter, my body convulsing around him as I’m pulled under by the force of my orgasm. My screams are muffled against the pillow, my body trembling as he continues to fuck me through it, his cock driving into me with a relentless rhythm that leaves me gasping for air.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low and guttural as he fucks me through the aftershocks, his own release building with every thrust. “That’s my girl.”

And then, just as I feel him stiffen above me, his cock pulsing inside me as he finds his own release, he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You’re mine. Never forget that.”