whispering-vales
Whispers In The Wind
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currently thinking about guys who need to feel full—large cocks up their cunt and ass, cute bulges above their navel from how well they're filled up. i wanna have a guy in my lap all nice n' full, my cock throbbing where it's buried deep in his cunt as a thick dildo is stretching out his ass.
he wouldn't even ask me to move; instead, he'll be sitting comfy but throbbing, his own cock achey, over my thighs. he'd be leaking all over both our laps, a sticky-wet mess, yet he'd just be sweetly dozing, mind muddled and swaddled in soft cotton. i can nudge him or kiss his forehead, and he'll only reply with a lil' mumble or quiet moan.
"comfy?" i could ask, but i'll already know the answer. he'd be dozing, for chrissake—who could doze if they weren't comfy? i digress; rather, maybe i'd ask if he wants to cum. except he won't reply because his ears are overflowing with the cotton in his pretty mind, so that's out of the question.
i think, then, that maybe it'd be best to be quiet. quiet as the guy on my lap is filled to the brim and contentedly murmuring little nothings into my neck; quiet as he is, all full and content.
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Need to fuck my sweet pup's hole with my tongue while they wear my sweater. Feel them squirm as my head moves around under the soft fluffy fabric, tongue lapping and thrusting into them. Hear their whining as they can't see when I shove the first finger in, yanking and groping at my hair as I get them overwhelmed and leaking on me
A messy moaning fuzzy puppy, all cute in my sweater, their head swirling and cum leaking so nicely in my mouth~
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Fingering your baby boy in front of a mirror is completely underrated.
I want my baby boy to watch his hips move against my fingers, his mouth open, and his eyes water. I want him to clearly see my fingers playing with his nipples and then moving to his neck to squeeze. I want to pull his hair and tell him what a little slut he is.
My little fuck toy that I can use whenever I want~
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i need to be eaten out so fucking bad. like i need someone to tie me down and spread my legs and start violently sucking my boy cunt until i start shaking and crying. even after i cum over and over and start crying and trying to push you off i still want you to lick and suck and rub my cunt until my brain shuts off and i can’t form coherent thoughts. i want to cum over and over again and each time it’s messy and loud and you go right back in to make it happen again. all while degrading me yet praising me for being the most perfect little whore.
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want to bind a sub’s hands behind their back and position them on their knees, so that they’re seated on/against a vibrator. want to sit myself infront of them, legs spread for them to suck my cock. if they can make me orgasm before they do, i’d undo their binds and give them their choice of how they want to cum; from my strap, from the vibrator, from my mouth, my cunt, hands, etc etc.
if they fail to make me cum before they do, well, they get to keep sucking me off until i do. still seated with the vibrator. the longer it takes for them to make me finish, the longer they stay overstimulated.
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Pay to Play
The last thing I remember is a van pulling up to the sidewalk and two men grabbing me. I vaguely recall a syringe going into my arm and the pain of an injection but that’s all that I can remember of when I wake up. I’m in a dark room, tied to a chair, and gagged. There are several other girls in the room as well, all tied and gagged just like I am. The fear is palpable as we look between ourselves. Some are crying and most of us are squirming and struggling to no avail.
Suddenly, the door to the room we’re in swings open and several men walk in. No one says a word as the men go towards the girl closest to the door and pick her up, chair included. They leave with her, just as suddenly as they arrived, leaving the rest of us in stunned silence.
I feel tears well up in my eyes, the fear and confusion becoming too much for me to process. One of the girls screams behind her gag and another one joins her. A few more join in but no one beyond the door seems to notice and eventually, we all quiet again, each of us trying to cope in our own ways.
An unknown amount of time passes and suddenly the doors slam open again. The men return but there is no sign of the first girl. They head towards the second girl and grab her the same way, ignoring her wails from behind the gag and her desperate struggling against her bonds. They leave with her, just like before.
It becomes a pattern. The men come and take the next girl in line every so often and none of us know what to expect or how to stop it. Soon, I’m up next. It’s been so long since I woke up that I’ve stopped crying already. My arms are sore from being tied up and my legs are numb from sitting.
The doors slam open again and I’m carried away. I’m brought to a room surrounded by lights, the sudden brightness making me squint and blink. When my vision focuses again, I realize the men are gone and I’m alone. I’m surrounded by cameras, and there’s a large screen in front of me playing a live feed of the room, and I see myself. My hair is tangled, my eyes are red from crying, and I look terrified. What’s next to the footage is what makes my blood run cold. It’s a chat box, and I can see the comments coming in. Comments about how I look, about how excited viewers are for the “show,” and how much they think I’m worth. I realize in that moment that I’m being livestreamed and about to be sold off to the highest bidder.
A door opens and a man walks in. He’s wearing a mask that covers most of his face and he has on a microphone that I can only assume let’s him talk to the stream’s viewers.
“Welcome! Our next lovely girl is here with us now. You all know the rules, if you win the auction, you must transfer funds immediately and she will be prepared for shipment or pick-up, depending on your preference. Let’s begin.”
He walks toward me, and I whimper behind the gag, terrified of what’s to come. He pulls out a pair of scissors, and swiftly cuts away at my clothes, pulling them off my naked body and I’m crying now. I can see myself on the screen, my sobs making my body shake as I try my best to curl into myself.
The comments start to flood into the chat box now, people discussing my body, my tits, my pussy. I see bids start to come in too, and part of me is shocked to see the amount of money these people are throwing out.
The man comes back into my view and he’s holding a vibrator in his hand. I wail behind the gag, shaking my head and struggling uselessly in my bonds. He isn’t deterred and I watch as he clicks it on. I’m straining to close my legs but the ropes are too tight and chair too unyielding. He brings the vibrator between my legs and I wail when I feel it touch my clit. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, he presses the vibrating head directly onto my clit and holds it there, letting the vibrations batter me.
I scream behind the gag as I feel the sensation overwhelm me. At first, the fear dampened any pleasure but as the seconds dragged on and the vibrator stayed pressed up against my most delicate area, I could feel my body reacting. Waves of stimulation crash over me and I can feel the first inklings of an orgasm starting to build. The man keeps the horrible vibrator on my pulsing clit and my tears are now in response to the unbearable pleasure that I never wanted, and certainly not like this.
The vibrator pushes my body closer and closer to a wrecking orgasm, and I can’t do anything other than feel it happen. I arch my back and squirm as much as I can when the incomprehensible pleasure crescendos and I shatter. I can feel my pussy clenching around nothing and gushing out my release, my clit pulsing in time to my heartbeat, and my mind fading to a haze of pleasure and pain as the vibrator continues to ravage me.
“Orgasm in one minute and 37 seconds, and she’s a squirter,” the man announces matter-of-factly. “Let’s see how hard we can push her.”
I look up from tear-blurred eyes, seeing the comments flood in on the chat box on screen. I’ve always been sensitive post-orgasm and the fact that the man hasn’t pulled away the vibrator is pushing me into a painful overstimulation that’s making my stomach clench in fear. He reaches down with his free hand and maneuvering around the vibrator to pull back the soft skin that normally surrounds my clit, protecting it. My eyes widen and I let out a guttural scream behind the gag as the overwhelming, horrible vibrator now decimates my clit with nothing to soften the nerve-fraying stimulation.
I feel my eyes roll up into my head and my body is thrown into a second orgasm with no preparation. Just pure, unstoppable pleasure that burns every single nerve in my body. I can’t even breathe or scream or cry as my entire being is locked in a soul-shattering explosion that seems to go on forever.
I have no idea how much time passes or how many orgasms that terrible pleasure is able to tear from my body before the vibrator finally moves away. I’m shaking, crying, gasping for air and my clit is burning and twitching from the continued stimulation.
When I finally gather myself enough to open my eyes and see the on-screen chat box, I feel my heart stutter when I read some of the things people are saying.
“Fuck, she’s hot like that, I wonder if she’d survive a day strapped to a fucking machine.”
“I want to string her up and see how good of a whipping she could handle before she begs.”
“Her little clitty looks perfect for a piercing, and I could run electricity through it and really make her scream and cum.”
That last one makes me whimper and I pull my attention away from the screen, hoping that this nightmare is almost over.
“Now for a change of pace,” the man says from across the room. My eyes dart over to him and see that the men who’d brought me here are back again, rolling in a different chair, this one built like a gynecologist’s exam table with stirrups. I shake slightly in fear as they approach me and untie me before manhandling me into the exam chair. I’m too weak to even resist as they strap my body down, my feet going into the stirrups and my legs, arms, and body immobilized with straps.
The men leave and I look up at the livestream of myself, seeing how fear has made my eyes wide with gruesome anticipation. I can see clearly in the video, my clit looking so red and angry while my pussy still drips from the torment of pleasure they’d subjected me to moments before. I watch as the masked man approaches me, wheeling over a tray containing more horrible toys and devices.
He pulls a metal speculum off the tray and comes to stand before me. I’m shaking with terror, desperately trying to beg from behind the gag. He’s uncaring as he slides the device against my pussy, pushing the cold, hard metal inside of me. My back arches as my pussy fills and I whine, wishing that I didn’t find this violation pleasurable.
The man starts to crank the handle of the device, the motion forcing the speculum to open me up. I can’t help but moan, feeling an unbearable fullness start to build as the device pushes my pussy wide open. Eventually, he stops and takes a step back.
I watch through the livestream as he grabs a long, thin wand from the tray and comes back. I can feel my pussy pulsing around the speculum holding me open, and I know there’s nothing I can do to prevent whatever deranged thing he plans on doing next.
“Let’s see how she reacts to some internal stimulation.”
Without any other warning, the man slides the thin wand into me and presses a button that makes it start emitting a low pulsing vibration. He brushes against the walls of my pussy and I shake at the onslaught of pleasure. The speculum gives him easy, perfect access and the thin wand means he has every bit of precision at his disposal as he targets my most vulnerable places.
I choke on a gasp when he finds my g-spot and presses into it with heart-stopping accuracy. I feel my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head as painful, unbearable pleasure overwhelms me. He turns up the wand to an unimaginable intensity and drives it into the tenderness of my pussy. I cum immediately. My pussy gushes and my juices flood out of me as the pleasure ravages my body with no mercy.
Just like with my clit, the man doesn’t let up. I’m locked in this impossible pleasure and overstimulation as my vision goes white and my body feels ripped to shreds by every orgasm that pours out of me.
When he finally stops, I don’t even feel human anymore. My mind is empty, there is absolutely nothing left other than the pure pleasure that laid waste to my entire being. I’m vaguely aware of the man announcing final call for bids but I’m too incoherent to really register what is going on around me. Suddenly, I feel a prick on my arm and slowly turn my head to watch a syringe pull out of my arm. My head spins and I feel sleep encroaching on my mind.
Just before my darkness overwhelms my vision and I sink into unconsciousness, I catch a glance of the screen and see how much money was spent on me. There’s a muted sense of astonishment. It’s more money than I could even fathom, more than I could make in a lifetime. And someone just spent it on me, in exchange for my complete ownership.
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Delivering forced ruins in lieu of forced orgasms because you have their best interest at heart. 💖
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i love the idea of cockwarming someone while i sit on their lap in just a skirt and a hoodie (maybe one of theirs) and maybe we’re hanging out with friends and i have to pretend like im not sopping wet under my skirt and i have to stifle my moans every time they move or shift
or maybe theyre playing video games and any time i make a sound they thrust into me, making it even harder for me to stay quiet
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Being taken out in public with my boycunt stuffed full and a vibrator against my little cock, tightly snug in my boxers so they can’t possibly slip out. The remote in my dom’s pocket while we go out and run errands, maybe even having a mask on with a small gag underneath. Having him punish or reward me throughout the day by turning the vibrator on, either in my hole or against my cock. Trained to be his obedient pet all day, completely under his control, and being rewarded with his hard cock down my throat once we get home.
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“it’s too much— please, please” “i can’t”
aww that doesn’t sound like the safeword
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can't stop thinking about that naming post actually like. even just the rich implications of the term "pet name" when you remove it from the context of the passing affectionate nickname. the practice of rebranding my identity to remind me, gently, with a call, that i belong to you both in body and identity, belong at your feet. wrapping your tongue around my ontology and remaking it as something sweeter, prettier, entirely your own
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Find out how wet he gets waiting to be touched.
Bend him over your desk. His pants around his ankles, reaching back to hold himself open so you can properly watch his pretty cunt while you work. Set a timer to when you’ll touch him, but don’t let him see - he just has to wait. Watch him blush and gasp and shiver every time you stop typing or stop writing or lean back to stretch and admire his hole’s progress. He can’t see how cute his cunt is when it winks and drips, but that’s okay. You’ll tell him. In detail.
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Kissing your tears away and saying “That’s my good boy” while holding a vibe to your sensitive boycunt at max level, watching you slowly go braindead from making you cum for the umpteenth time sounds like a pretty romantic way to go into the new year don’t you think?
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getting teased in public may actually be the hottest thing.
pressing a little too close to me so i can feel your bulge against my ass.
sitting on the couch with friends, your hand behind my back just to tug on my hair every so often.
finding a time to trail behind the group and whisper what you want to do to me when we get home.
placing your hand on my thigh and slowly inch up so no one notices so close you’re getting to my cunt.
following me into a different room when i go to get something just to tug my shirt collar down and bite me so i feel your teeth against me all evening.
needing to keep myself composed when all i can think about is how much i need you in my aching boycunt. how desperately i need your hands and mouth on me. but good puppies don’t get horny in public, do they? i wouldn’t want everyone to know i’m a dirty mutt, would i?
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Bratbreaker Academy ask if you're still doing those! Nonbinary pet/sub, they/them pronouns and gender-neutral terms, afab genitalia if you mention that. I want to be broken! I don't want to feel like a person with person-worries anymore. I want it to be drilled into me that I don't have any control over my own life anymore, I'm completely ruled and taken care of by someone else. Feel free to do some more soft/sweet things, but mostly just loss of control and responsibility.
You arrive at the Academy, and are guided in through the doors after checking in with the receptionist. They have you enter a small room, with a bed against one of the walls, and tell you to lie down. You’re a little nervous still, they haven’t told you what they’re going to do to you, but you do as they ask.
One of the trainers comes in with a cart with different kinds of gear on top, types of gags and blindfolds, and things of that nature. As they approach your body, you instinctively try to sit up, starting to say “What are you going to-” but you’re cut off with a hard slap to the face. Before you can struggle or argue, your wrists and ankles are being buckled into cuffs on the side of the bed. You look up with wide eyes, at the trainer who slapped you.
They hold your head still as they fasten a gag in your mouth. You feel a rush of fear, helplessness and... satisfaction? as you are gagged and bound to the bed. The trainer takes a blindfold, and places it securely over your head, followed by noise cancelling headphones.
Just like that, you’re devoid of sensation. Unable to move, speak, hear, or see. You’re completely helpless, completely at the mercy of the trainers, and any one else they might subject you too. You can feel your clothes being cut off of your body.
A minute passes. And another. And another. You lose track of the time passing by, it could have been minutes, or hours, you can’t tell.
Suddenly a soft and low hum fills your ears. It starts low, but it’s constant, filling your mind, echoing back and forth through your mind.
Then, the voice starts.
“You are not a person. You are an object to be used and owned. You do not have control. You will obey and submit.”
The same four sentences begin repeating in your ears, again and again and again. It’s not too long before you lose track of how many repetitions have played. It’s okay, you weren’t meant to keep track of such things. You were just meant to be used and owned, to obey and submit... right?
I mean that has to be what you were made for. You can’t move on your own, you can’t speak, you can’t even see or hear anyone or anything. You’re helpless, just a toy to be played with, an object to own.
You flinch as a hand brushes your cheek, where you were slapped earlier. You can’t tell if it’s the same person as before, does it matter? You’re not a person. They can touch you however they want, you have no say in the matter. You have no idea what they’re going to do to you next, no control over what happens to you, and honestly, you’ve never felt happier.
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How to Break Your Sub and Force Them to Factory Reset: a Step-By-Step Guide.
Sometimes, subs misbehave and need a quick and painful reset, here's a quick and easy way to turn them back into their regular obedient selves.*
(*This process works best when administered as a "reward" after they have recieved a painful, orgasmless punishment)
Step 1: Restrain them and edge them ruthlessly until they're a desperate, trembling, pleading mess. Work them slowly, you don't want any accidental discharges.
Step 2: Whisper in their ear and sweetly give them permission to orgasm. Be sure to praise them and be extra sweet. They'll need it for what's coming next. Give them sweet, reassuring kisses as you gently bring them to the edge one more time. Be sure to lie and tell them they're getting a nice, gentle orgasm.
Step 3: Ruin their orgasm and immidiately start to overstimulate them* (*Works best when also stuffing them with a large dildo, plug, or both). Don't give them any time to recover or think, just hold them in place and torture them until they scream.
After a few minutes or hours of torture, their mind should go totally blank, ready to be reprogrammed. After installing new orders, be sure to use their pathetic, broken body to cum a few times. You deserve it after all the hard work they just made you do.
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