The BEST Part About Knots Is Once Its In Consent No Longer Matters, Youre Tied Untill The Cum Is Done

The BEST part about knots is once its in consent no longer matters, youre tied untill the cum is done flowing. If you wanted it? Great. If you decided a second too late you didnt feel safe having a thick heavy load pumped deep through your cervix? Thats really just too bad, theres nothing either of you can do about it now, youre being bred.

forcing subs to beg for what they want is so fucking hot. telling them to use their words and that they'll only get it if they beg like a good slut. seeing them get all red and shy, claiming that they dont know how to or that they get too flustered and try to hide their face. grabbing their wrists and pinning their hands above their head and again telling them to beg. hearing them stumble over their words for them to only be edged for the night because they need to learn to use their words better

I'm a lesbian but I want to belong to a man so so bad. Like I want to be forced to marry a man and to be devoted to him as his little cock sucking pet. Maybe once in a while he'll let me play with other dykes but we all know that they're gonna end up being converted like me. It's just so hot especially since I'm ovulating rn 🥺 I just wanna be filled up and I wanna dm you but I'm too shy 👉🏼👈🏼

Oh, you poor little thing… don’t you know those desires will only get even stronger once you take the next step? Don’t you want to be under a man’s control, to belong to him, to give up your sexual preferences, your autonomy, your independence, just so that you can please him a little bit better? How are you ever going to make that happen unless you try?

I might sound scary, but I’m really a huge softie when I’m not giving someone the push they really need. There are plenty of happily broken dykes in my DMs who can attest… how would you like to join their ranks? I hope to see you back here soon, anon… maybe the next time you’ve ovulating, when being shy doesn’t seem as important as filling that aching void inside you?

I keep having this fantasy where I'm out with a femme, and I'm her big tough butch. We're walking home late at night, but we'll be fine, because I'm there to protect her, right...? I don't see the men in the alleyway. They're on me before I realize what's going on, and I yell for my girlfriend to get away before my head is bashed against the ground and I am dazed. The biggest man of them all is working on my belt, tearing my jeans down to around my thighs and groping my cunt through my boxers. One of his hands is around my mouth, so I can't scream for help. I shut my eyes and try not to cry too much-- at least my girlfriend got away, right? Her screaming causes me to snap my eyes open again. One of the other men rounds the corner, holding onto her wrists. Despite her struggling it's clear there's no way she can get away. The men laugh as they surround us, the one holding on to me wrenching me around to face my girlfriend. I can't look her in the eye. "Two cunts for the price of one," The man holding on to me chuckles. "A good night. Luckily, I'm feeling generous." "We can either rape you both right here on this concrete, and we'll see if we can scrounge up some condoms or something. Or--" and a cold dread creeps up my spine as I realize the man behind me is smiling, "you can leave, right now. And we'll just fuck your little butch dyke 'boyfriend' raw." I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. God, this can't be happening. I stare desperately at my girlfriend. Despite the situation, I find myself just wanting her to stay, so I won't go through this alone. My girlfriend looks at me, her lip trembling. There's already a bruise around her eye. She looks at the man behind her, then back at me, the expression on her face inscrutable. Then, she squirms out of the man's arms, and bolts into the darkness.

My anguished scream is cut off by the man behind me laughing, tearing at my boxers and shoving them in my mouth, held in place by his left hand as he shoves me up against a wall. He grinds his erection on my ass, groping my tits over my shirt with his right hand, before beginning to fumble with his belt. "Oh well. Guess at least one bitch is better than one." I can hear the leering in his voice as he pulls his cock out of his pants, feeling it flop against my ass. God, he's huge, and thick. He gropes my ass again, before reaching under me to roughly rub my hairy cunt, spreading my folds before slapping my ass. His cock ruts against my cunt for a moment before catching on my hole and shoving in. I cry out in pain through my wet boxers, boxed in on all sides by his weight and thick cock. I can feel the way it's throbbing inside me as he bucks roughly into my cunt.

"God, your tight. Knew you'd have the better cunt. You butches are always whores for it in the end." He grunts, chuckling happily. "'Sides, we didn't have any fuckin' condoms anyways."

He settles into a quick, rough rhythm, grunting in my ear as his balls slap against my cunt. The other men are cackling, and I see a few of them getting their own cocks out. The man fucking me leans in towards my ear. "Guess you don't have a girlfriend anymore, dyke. Don't worry, though, you'll have someone new to keep you company in a few months."

You know what my favorite thing about knots is? Once you start feeling it swell inside you, there’s no turning back.

When you’re in heat, when your mind gets all warm and fuzzy and all you can think about is being mounted and bred as all your judgment goes out the window, it’s all too easy to find yourself in a compromising situation, on your back or on all fours with a cock thrusting in and out of you.

With a human cock, once you start feeling it throb inside you and flood you with warmth, you don’t have to dwell on it afterwards. As the realization hits you that you’ve just let someone cum inside your fertile cunt and that wave of shame washes over you, you can easily kick them out of bed, take a long shower, go out and get some plan B, and try to forget about the whole thing.

But when there’s a knot inside you, you’re stuck. When they growl and buries themself inside you and you feel the base of their cock stretching you out and tying you, there’s no pulling out. When you feel their ropes of hot cum paint your insides and your primal instincts finally get what they’ve been craving, and that moment of lucidity finally hits you, you’re left with the sinking realization that it’s not over yet. Their knot is there to make sure the job gets done. You have to lie there, conjoined at the hip, for at least the next half hour, utterly humiliated as the weight of your decisions comes crashing down on you… and all the while their thick cock just keeps pulsing, filling you with even more semen. It’s unavoidable… you can try all you like, but their knotted dick putting constant pressure against the walls of your cunt serves as a constant reminder of what’s going on inside you right now… their sperm trickling past your cervix, racing towards your defenseless eggs.

When they finally deflate, and pull out with a loud pop followed by a torrent of thick white cum, there’s no doubt about it: one moment of weakness was all it took… you wanted to be bred, and now it’s not just your cunt that’s been claimed by their fat knot, it’s your womb.

Fuuuuck I was tempted to keep this ask to myself because I came to this about three times, but I don't think it's fair to keep such a wonderful idea to myself...

Everything about this is so hot. I can't decide if I like the idea of being on my back or my front more. On my hands and knees is appealing, like the dog I am, pinned underneath the weight of whoever has mounted me. I'd be unable to get away no matter how much I cried or writhed, my legs forcibly spread as they fuck their knot into me.

But on the other hand... on my back, unable to look away from whoever has decided to breed me... I'd be so flushed with fear and arousal. My legs spread around their waste or pushed up into a mating press, feeling the weight and power behind the cock that's forcibly spreading my cunt, the knot just starting to catch on my hole.

Once it's in I think it'd be really painful, but no matter how much I sob, I can't get away from the fact that I'm tied. You're right, my womb is defenseless-- I acted like a dumb dog in heat and now I'm getting treated like one. I'd be able to feel every inch of their cock throbbing deep against my womb, my own cunt spread around the knot and pulsating around it, my clit on display. You could make me cum like that, rubbing on my clit and making fun of how I hump against you, my hairy butch cunt broken on your knot as I pull your sperm further and further towards my fertile womb. When you pulled out I'd whine, ostensibly in fear but you know the truth by the way my flushed, fucked out cunt would clench around nothing, cum dripping from my folds. I'd try to crawl away to clean up but the damage is already done.

Still won't stop you from giving it a few more goes, just to make sure it really takes.

(This original post I marked as mature, so I am screenshotting it instead of reblogging it to get rid of that tag. Transcript is in the image description.)

Still thinking about this. I need it to be well organized, but entirely without my consent. She gives him everything he needs-- my schedule, access to the house cameras, any toys or bondage gear he wants to use on me.

Because he's not just there to fuck me, in the end. He's there to train me to be a good dyke, who'll whimper and spread my legs no matter how much fear and pain I'm in, who will be obedient and listen instead of protesting and fighting.

After all, when my femme comes back, she wants to make sure her investment has paid off. I like to imagine she comes home to me on my knees, arms bound tightly behind my back, and he hands her my leash as she gives him his payment. She tugs on my collar towards the bedroom, dragging me onto the bed where she can inspect my raw, fucked out pussy still dripping fresh cum. She sighs contentedly as she fingers it back into me as I squirm. It'll still be a few months before I start to show, but clearly the three weeks of intensive training paid off.

Maybe she'll have to invite her new "friend" over again sometime... She's certain he wouldn't mind a few free home visits.