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The First Curse

I have been seeing one of my dolls for quite some time now. She has become such an excellent subject in the time I've had her under my care.

I proposed a little idea.

She had already surrendered her pleasure and climaxes to me. Her mind, her voice, so many parts of her belonged to me. So why not let my magic extend further. She was all ears, and her eyes widened when I spoke my proposal.

I asked her if she'd like me to curse something of hers.

An avid lover of fantasy, she moaned through her bitten lip and nodded.

We took a little time figuring out how we wanted this curse to manifest, and we settled on something delicious. Something that reinforced her place as mine.

She has a beautiful gas mask, a pristine black rubber facade, with a wonderful silencing ability.

We talked about the curse, and I just loved the idea of making another force that controlled her pleasure and her orgasms, something else that would use her like the good toy she is.

...

She took a little longer to wake from trance this time, I made sure I put her deep so I could weave this curse. She loves resistence play when it comes to going under.

We had our lovely little post-trance chat, and I could see she was becoming a little more distracted with each passing moment, like a fly had entered her room and she was trying to hold her composure.

All I could do was grin.

I knew exactly what was happening.

You see, before that trance, the gasmask was inert. Unthinking. Unfeeling. A doorway to submission and objectification, yes; but inanimate.

Now... now it whispered.

Saccharine promises of a little fun. Come on, just wear me, it won't take long, you know it'll be fun, come on, just come and get me you won't regret it~

I love watching her resolve deteriorate. Seeing her defenses wither and fade. She was holding on for dear life, as the rubber abyss stretched out beneath her.

"I know what you want to do, doll. Go ahead~" I encouraged.

She stood up, and retrieved it, a tremble in her fingers.

She began to put it on, the face first, fitting it snug. She brought the fastening straps around and began to tighten them. The trembling increased as she tightened the final strap.

A gasp.

A throb.

She began to finger at the edges of the mask, gripping at the mouth piece, but it would not budge. You see, the mask had now fused to her face and the rubber was beginning to spread. Her thoughts began to betray her, eventually dominating her mind. The mask was forcing her down to nothing but a toy for it to feed on, drinking her arousal and feasting on her pleasure.

Soon the rubber would reach her hands and they would begin to wander. No- wander implies they don't know what they're doing. They began to interrogate, to grab, to pinch, to grope. They investigating, seeking out the parts of her body that would help the mask feed even more.

Then the curse imparts a little pearl of knowledge, it parts the curtains just a little so her mind could peek at the truth that awaited her.

That this mask was going to use her and use her and use her until she was spent. That this mask was going to extract every ounce of pleasure it could from her. That it would leave her sweating, hair matted to her forehead, out of breath, and completely drained of all pleasure.

The rubber trapped her moans and forced them back into her mouth like a ballgag. Her eyes were wild behind the panes of the mask, and it was such a delicious sight.

After the first climax, she was now completely subsumed by the mask. She was nothing but an onahole for it, an aid in getting itself off.

After the second climax, she was barely able to form sentences.

After the third climax, she lay limp in her chair, chest heaving.

Then she felt it. The cold and refreshing rush of air at the seams of her face.

The mask loosened its grip, laying on her face like a spent lover lying atop their blow-up doll.

I then began to weave a blanket around my sweet doll, comforting her and soothing her, letting her muscles rest, letting her heart slow, letting her breath be caught.

She didn't need to say thank you. Her skin was aglow with gratitude.

Then it hit her.

While the mask was sated, drunk and full on her pleasure, it would soon begin to hunger again...

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Mmm I am craving the touch from a pretty woman

I'm not kidding when I say I wanna be degraded and spat on, told how slutty I look with my legs spread and my thighs shaking.. I wanna be edged for hours.. just simply being used..

That sounds nice.. yeah..

touching without permission greedy slut? I’ll leave you tied up with a vibrator for hours and when i come back to untie you, I’ll make you believe that all this torture is over.. but in reality, now it's my turn to have fun.. it wouldn't be fair if you were the only one getting to cum more than once in a day, would it?

Oh dear you've been so stressed

Just let me take control

No more thinking, just let my needle pierce you

growing up I always wanted to be poorly understood by science

happy friday :3

FOXGIRL BLAST!!!!!!!

if you're a girl who just got bottom surgery a few months ago, it's your responsibility to let older and more experienced post-op girls run a train on you

I need to be treated like a little puppy rn 3: I wanna curl up by someone and be pet while I fall asleep 🥺

And maybe also woken up to the feeling of someone groping my body and using my holes

Need to cum 3 times in a row and then sleep for 15 hours straight. This would absolutely not fix me but I think the idea's neat.

Woman with a bratty fox girl persona who steals food from places that give food away for free anyway after the Compact has arrived. Completely lost in her own world as she focuses purely on her hunt. She loves sushi and chicken and primarily stalks those places. Meanwhile an Affini takes notice of this behavior, which she finds adorable, and decides to take her in as her pet, despite the fox girl's less than approval. The Affini then fits her out with her own real fox tail, ears, enhanced eyesight, and agility. She then hides her floret's meals all over their hab and makes her "hunt" each meal. Anytime they go out, she has to grab her cutie out of the air when she does daring leaps to try and snatch food that isn't hers.

Partially a self insert, but I'm thinking of making it into a full story. Any ideas to tack on are welcome :3

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

aftercare isn't a kink, it's a requirement

“I’m sorry I came without permission, I just couldn’t take it anymore” sub and “It’s okay sweetie now I’m just going to have to fuck your cute little cunt and milk every last drop of cum out of you until all you can do is twitch and squeak” dom

daily fucking reminder that you are allowed to want attention and that does not make you a bad person.

in case no one’s told you in a while. you are valid.

what if this thing was a goddess?

still a submissive goddess, but before you could taste its divinity, you had to prove your devotion first?

you make your prayers, asking for its attention. you learn its ways, showing it your commitment. you make your sacrifices, pleasing it with your faith. you spend your time in worship, turning its gaze to yours. you perform its rituals, invoking its divinity in your life.

when this goddess accepts you as worthy of its gifts, you're invited into its inner chambers, its hallowed halls, its high heavens.

you recieve the blessings only it can deliver. it serves you as only a goddess can, turning its power to support you where your goals and its divinity aligns. as its most devoted worshipper, you're invited to explore its holy body, to feel its curves, to enjoy its holes, to know its heart, to learn its reactions to pain.

once you're held in its embrace, there's still a remaining question: will you remain a faithful devotee, or begin to twist your goddess and corrupt it into something else?

my biggest kink is being liked and wanted

A Goddess is a type of Prey

A Goddess is a type of Prey

i may sound pliable and desperate and cute, but i put up a lot of fight. Because I want to feel my failure. I want to feel hopeless because I tried with all my strength. I want my body to know that there's truly no point in fighting. There's really no wsy for me to win. There's nothing I can do.

Absolute vulnerability comes when my mind and my body know that...there really is no way out. I really can't do anything about this. They really can do whatever they want and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it.

That is the high I chase, that's where I want to live.

butch….unbuckling their belt…and saying “want a treat?” butch patting my head and calling me a good little bitch while i suck them off…butch using that same belt to restrain my hands…

you can pspspspspspsppspspspsps a trans girl

No one:

Still no one:

Me: What if leaf tailed gecko, but the leaf is carnivorous?

look, we don't talk enough about ogre cock. a big, green cock that's even bigger than an orc's, even hungrier, with even heavier balls?? let us spread the gospel of ogres

me n who (I can be both)

affini that covers herself in bioluminescent moss that changes colour like an rgb fan in order to attract trans gamer girls

robotgirl asphyxiation (pulling gently on her power cord to make her flicker on and off ever so slightly)

I mean, I do very much appreciate being electrocuted

idk who needs to hear this but don’t put shock collars on animals it’s inhumane and ineffective

put them on a petgirl instead they’ll be able to appreciate it

A Good Companion Doll

There are many kinds of doll, as there are many kinds of Purpose for them. It would be quite the labyrinthine task to name every type, but if we were to boil them down to three base categories, we could classify most doll types under the following:

Service Doll

Combat Doll

Companion Doll

Service dolls are often for domestic or commercial use. Their job is to complete a task, and be polite and pretty while doing it. This, much like the other descriptions for today, is an incredibly broad simplification, but for our purposes, it is sufficient. These dolls are your cooks, maids, landscapers, mechanics, delivery workers, and many other things. There are some Purposes for Service Doll subsets which would be unnecessary and inappropriate to name, but much like all dolls who fulfill their Purpose, we can consider them from an outside perspective to be Good Dolls.

Combat dolls are implemented into military and security roles. Their job is either to eliminate or protect. The Purpose of a combat doll tends to be quite straightforward, as long as they're properly commanded by a good Witch/Miss/Handler. Combat dolls come in a diverse range of shapes, sizes, and constructions, but their Purpose tends to remain the same. Just like Service dolls, all who fulfill their Purpose, we can also consider Good Dolls.

Companion dolls occupy a space outside a singular implementation for use. They are often used for service, and sometimes used for combat, but as the category seems to suggest, they are intended first and foremost for companionship, and the tasks that may come along with it. Whether you need a doll to reciprocate affection, or one to entertain your guests, a companion doll may be suitable for you. These dolls can often be fickle, however, and without a clearly defined Purpose, need reassurance when they are in fact, Good Dolls.

"This one is a companion doll, Miss. B-but it's not a Good Doll..." The ball jointed hands of the companion doll having just read the pamphlet that came in its box fall to the soft, frilly apron of its maid dress.

The woman who's opened the box for the newly refurbished synthetic confidante gently slips the paper out from between its fingers, weaving her hands between them instead, "Surely that can't be, sweetie. I'm sure you're a perfectly fine doll!"

The doll shakes its head suddenly in response, "Its defined characteristics for itself being a Good Doll are, service to its Miss, refusal of hostility to all classified as Entities, and unconditional love to all Entities it cares about!"

The woman looks puzzled at the response from her new companion, "But you've been sweet so far... The chats we had before they mailed you to me seemed to suggest to me that you're a Good Doll!"

"It hurt someone, Miss... The one it believed it was going to be with forever. Its love is meant to be unconditional, how could it forget? It couldn't be romantic love anymore, but that shouldn't have made it conditional..." The doll's expression is downcast, and full of sorrow.

The woman leans in and wraps her arms around the doll, "You still care about this person, yes?"

"It does, Miss..." The doll's voice rings out quietly, nearly inaudibly, but still there. She picks her doll up and allows it to lean back in her arms, now nearly cradling it, "Then you're still capable of loving them, aren't you?"

"It... It is, Miss! And it will. It does, okay, this one does!" The doll stammers as it processes the message its new Miss is trying to send it, as its statement ends in mild excitement.

The Miss smiles as she looks into her dolls eyes, "Good Doll."

The companion doll leans up and hugs its Miss tightly around her shoulders, happy to have received this reassurance. The Miss returns the gesture in kind, tightening her grip around it as well. She's read the pamphlet as well, and knows how much her doll needs it. She needs to make sure her companion doll knows that it's a Good Doll.

"Thank you, Miss. A-and it loves you, too..."