Gods How Much I Want To Pull At A Butch's Carabiner. Pull Them Into A Kiss By Their Shirt And Pull At

Me stumbling across a wild trans girl: "Oh, hey there."

Her: Hisses

Me: Calmly holds out my bio so she can smell the pronouns. "I write monster TF fiction."

Her: immediately starts meowing loudly for food.

Self

As I've observed before, not all dolls are the same. Heart, is a cute little service doll, who cleans, and sometimes cooks, making sure I'm in lovely working order. Apple is a companion doll, who's there for the other dolls, growing even close enough to Heart to form a relationship. Thread is a wind-up doll, which I'm not sure about the purpose of, but it does seem to brighten the life of the next one in question. Soul is an example of a combat doll, who's grown past its purpose, living with the others in companionship of them all, much like Apple does.

Today, a new doll approaches me. I feel its steps lift it up to my patio before it even knocks on my door. This doll certainly didn't start as a doll, as I can feel from the implication of experience on its careful footsteps. It wears a button-up shirt, tucked into a black flowing skirt, with a pair of black floral tights underneath, and a pair of glossy black shoes. Enveloping the outfit is a loose fitting flowy black jacket with a dark purple silky lining. Framed by its porcelain-white skin are a pair of similarly dark purple eyes, magnified by a pair of round glasses. In its inky black hair is a white and purple hairpin detailing a luna moth.

Its ball-jointed right hand extends as it gently and politely reaches to knock on the door, stopping as it does this. The extended hand opens as it places its palm gingerly on my front door. It stands there, feeling the wooden surface as its eyes close.

"Ah, you're much like this one, aren't you, house?" The doll smiles as a warm feeling begins to permeate my door, emanating from the doll's hand.

I allow my door to open for Self, knowing exactly the reason why it came to me. It's exactly the same as all the other dolls' reasons, the only difference being the strange nature of its existence, the perception immediately felt in its presence as it carefully continues inside. Once Self has fully entered, it crouches down to remove its shoes and leave them by my door.

It claps its hands together, bowing slightly, "Thank you for allowing its presence."

I could feel the nature of the other dolls as they entered, but Self is a mystery to me. Its presence seems to be engineered to not leave an impact behind, as it carefully and gently steps, and it seems that its mind is much the same. I expect it to make its way to the kitchen much like the other dolls, and eventually find itself in another room for it, which I've already manifested, but it actively heads in the opposite direction, opening a door into a set of bare wooden stares leading into an underground room the other dolls have left yet unopened.

The room is concrete, and once a cord is pulled at the bottom of the stairs, a lightbulb illuminates the space laid bare and empty, with nothing but a closed door on the far corner. Self approaches, gently grasping the door's handle and turning. There's little resistance aside from that of the springs in a typical doorknob, but as Self pushes, the door doesn't seem to budge. Self backs up after some pushing, and retrieves a non-distinct leather-bound black book from its jacket pocket, thumbing through the pages until it lands on a particular one, extending its right hand to the door, and chanting something under its breath.

The nature of this chant, I do not know, but I feel some energy imbue itself into the door, emanating from Self. The energy seems to attempt to rotate the door open under its own impulse, but still the door doesn't budge. Self closes the book and returns it to its jacket pocket. Its brow furrows as it still has yet to find an answer to its unasked question. Perhaps I could find said answer if it would ask, but alas, for now, I must simply wait for it to sleep, where I'll undoubtedly come to its aid, as I have all the dolls who have slept in my embrace.

For now, Self seems to resign, as it backtracks back up the steps, and paces down the hall into the kitchen. In there, it meets the other dolls, who have been sharing tea with idle conversation.

"Ah, hello. This one is Self, sorry for-" Self is interrupted by Apple.

Apple excitedly approaches Self, "A new doll! It's lovely to meet you!"

Introductions go as they tend to, as Self is served tea and properly converses with the dolls present. The conversation continues late into the night, before the new doll is guided by Cream and Sugar to its new bedroom, where it lays down on the soft bed and allows the unconscious to lead it into my embrace. I do my best to envelop it as I share a view into its emotions.

I see a witch, inexperienced, but confident in her ability. She regularly experiments with rituals involving incense and candles, recording her results into a non-distinct black leather-bound journal. In addition, she records the results of many a divination, be it from tarot cards, or a pendulum. I see her detailed drawings depicting her own processes and her notes detailing results and conditions of the rituals themselves. The occasion arrives that the witch feels the need to perform rituals for protection in a living situation she's found herself in. It of course records the conditions, the incantation, and the process, but the result seems to be ineffective. The witch's living situation only becomes more trepidatious before it ends. I watch a world come crumbling down around this witch, leaving a figure kneeling in the middle of the ruins, which I can only assume at first to be her. It's not her though, not really. The witch has gone through a transformation, whether willing or not. What's left in her place is a ball-jointed porcelain doll which once upon a time used to be a witch. Self cries amidst the wreckage of once was, forgetting about recording the result of a ritual, simply weeping and allowing itself to break, in the middle of nothing.

I envelop Self, as I do my best to reach arms around it, and pick it up into a cradle position. I manifest my mouth near its left ear and attempt to whisper to it.

My attempt is met with success, "It's okay... You don't need to hurt anymore..."

I adore breaking a brat.

It starts with their mouthiness, their cockiness. Thinking that they can get a reaction out of you - and fine, princess, I'll indulge you, hm? Trying to seductively do something and deny it with faux innocence when you call them out on it.

It keeps going. Their talk-backs, their - albeit, cute - attitude.

Until you've had enough.

Until you grip their jaw with your hand, firmly.

"What was that, princess? I didn't quite hear you. Say it again."

The brave ones will swallow thickly before trying again. The less brave ones will break.

But isn't it so funny, princess, how you start stuttering through your words? When I make you hold the eye contact?

"Go on, brat to my face. Use your words. You were so full of them earlier, hm?"

"I- uh... no, no words here..."

Where's your bravado gone, princess? Come on. Give me more to punish you for. I promise I'm enjoying this far more than you are.

-MEN AND MINORS DNI-

just craving a demon boyfriend with big horns and wings so he can carry us up into the sky and bounce me on his cock while I hold on for dear life

I love doing these games and making this kind of stuff so much! :3

Hey hey @subbyfoxpup join the fun! I dare you >:3

I saw some people doing this picrew and I thought it was cute... And I was too scared to join their chain so um. Here we are!

Picrew

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Twitter : @myommission 💗 2023.11.11

I suppose I have to go first?

Tagging (no pressure): @linabirb @solxima @akaikami-cherryblossom @hqissodelicate @mxddyhero @ashipiko @officialdaydreamer00 + anyone who wants to join too!!

I want a girlfriend who will take me out on dates, surprise me with little gifts, and breed me daily.

Everyone has goth sex hormones it came free with your fucking existence.

I need to tie my darling girls' hands behind their back, put a gag in their pretty mouth, force them on their knees with a vibe inside as well as on their clit, and watch them try to beg for permission to cum only for me to grab their jaw and tell them to speak clearly. Chuckling a little at how pathetic they look with tears running down their cheeks and their cute pleading eyes. I wanna see how long you can last, princess

As someone with a rod (for a limited time only) I can 100% confirm those are the best spots

And while it is difficult to achieve an orgasm if you can get one it's heaven. It's one of my favorite ways to orgasm and would happily go round after round with just that

Another good way to use the wand does require a toy/plug to be inserted in them, but touching the wand to the toy can make a very fun make shift vibe toy/plug

Can you use a Hitachi wand on a boy?

Hi anon thanks for the follow-up,

You can use a Hitachi wand regardless of anatomy. Assuming you're talking about a cis man, my suggestion would be using a wand on one of the following locations on his body: on the dick's glans (either directly on the head or just below it on the underside), on his balls, or directly in the taint.

Most people with penises won't be able to achieve climax purely from a wand, but it can still feel great and is an excellent tool for post orgasm torture or edging.