Ive Been Lurking In The Orientation Play Subsection Of Tumblr For At Least A Year At This Point And Ive

ive been lurking in the orientation play subsection of tumblr for at least a year at this point and ive seen the rise and fall of many blogs in that time. it always puts a pep in my step seeing this blog stay active. i really appreciate ur emphasis on fantasy, consent, and boundaries. like tbh ur blog is a pillar in countless horny pathetic lesbians self-pleasure habits- hats off to ya

That really brings a smile to my face, anon ☺️ Thank you so much! I blame my longevity on my strict policy not to reblog a single NSFW image, gif, or video. I’ve seen far too many excellent blogs get taken down that way; it’s just not worth the risk for me. I prefer more intellectual stimulation anyway, so that works out just perfectly for me.

Part of the reason we play with gender and sexuality here is because of how scary they can be in the real world, so it’s imperative to make sure that real-life hatred and those intense feelings of guilt, self-loathing, and fear don’t bleed their way into what we do for fun. It’s part escapism, part humiliation, and also just because playing with taboos can just be fun. But it’s all made possible because at the end of the day, despite what we pretend in kink, we trust and support one another, and understand and maintain that boundary.

Also jeez it really has been almost a year for me, hasn’t it? Here’s to many more horny pathetic lesbians pleasuring themselves to my writing 🧡🤍🩷

Cumrag

(CW for oral sex, orientation play, dubcon, hypnosis, cock worship, degradation.)

Samantha couldn’t figure out why her partner had done this. What had changed her mind to want this? To want that? Felicity sat on the floor trembling, legs spread, her bare pussy dripping every few seconds. Her gaze shot through Samantha, despite how glassy her eyes looked. She sat back against the bedframe, watching every movement her girlfriend and… the man standing above her made. That damned man. Stark naked, hairy, hard dick poking through his unshaved pubes, and that repulsive smile.

With him? Seriously? The most average, boring man on earth?? Fucking Andrew?!

“What the hell are you doing, creep?”

Andrew’s smile never wavered as he answered. “What does that mean? She invited me over.” Felicity nodded slowly, almost drunkenly. “I don’t just randomly appear in apartments to fuck people, who does that?”

Samantha glanced briefly at his dick and forced herself to focus on his shaved face. “She looks wasted! Did you get her drunk or something? Why the fuck are you here!”

“I’m fucking her, and no she never had any alcohol or drugs around me.”

“You fucking liar, she’d never fuck a man!”

“I’m not lying, she asked me to fuck her.”

“No! No. I know her. I live with her. She’s a lesbian, why the fuck would she want your dick?” Ok, no, he needed to get out. Samantha wasn’t going to let Andrew just stand around her apartment, completely naked, and just ignore what she was saying. Felicity was a fucking lesbian! She’d said over and over again how done she was with men. What did he do to her?

“You can ask Felicity if you want answers,” he offered.

“I’m not fucking interested. Get out of my apartment.”

“Samantha, seriously, it’s fine-”

Felicity groaned. “Samantha…” God, her voice. Samantha had only heard her this lost in lust when her tongue was buried inside her. “Sam, please…”

“No. He has to leave. He has to leave now!”

“Please… please don’t take him away…”

“Absolutely not, I’m not letting him stay!”

A desperate, zealous whine washed through her. “Sam please I need himmm!”

“Excuse me? I don’t care if you ‘need’ him, he needs to leave!”

Felicity’s hips gyrated and she whimpered. That fucking needy whimper Sam loved.

“Sam, can you just let us explain?” Andrew’s eyes flashed to Felicity. “Or at least let her explain?”

Samantha matched his gaze, staring at the drool falling onto Felicity’s tits and her blank glass eyes. What the hell had he done to get to her like this? She seemed completely trapped, like an animal in a net. But her eyes, her stance… Did she actually want this?

“Fine. Make it fast, both of you.” Might as well see just how she lost her girlfriend to some dick. A nice looking dick, sure, but that wasn’t worth dwelling on.

“Felicity?” Andrew prompted.

She groaned and blinked, not managing to get rid of the glassy reflection. “He- Andrew- he showed me what I was missing. I… I didn’t know how much I needed it Samantha. That warm pulsing, it was never going away. Just being around him feels… feels like head over heels. I- we kept hanging out as friends and like each time I did I felt more… needy-” Her voice hitched, body shivering slightly. Sam had fucked her enough times to know she was riding the edge. “So, so three weeks ago I asked if I could suck his cock.”

Samantha stared. Three weeks of this? Three weeks? That’s how long she’d been sucking his dick and she was this far gone? It was a pretty good dick for a man, wouldn’t hurt or tear anything. Maybe that’s why she was so lost.

“He- he asked me if I was sure, he knew I was a lesbian. I said yes, I told him I just needed to try it. So he let me. Omigod he let me, Sam, Sam you don’t know how good it tastes, how sweet it smells, please you need to try it too, Sam I- I promise it’s not bad, it’s so good!”

Gone. Her girlfriend was gone just like that, from one single blowjob, and she hadn’t even fucking bothered to tell her about it?! “I tried sucking cock plenty before. It never ever felt that good. You never liked it either!”

“I know, I know, I hated cock, I didn’t know how good it could actually be… Sam, please you haven’t felt it pulse inside you, it’s heaven Sam, please please you have to believe me, his cock is-” Another hitch, stronger, sent Felicity’s body shuddering like a leaf. “H-his cock must be magic Sam you have to believe me, you have to try it Sam please, please just smell it Sam it does something to you pleaseeeee…” Felicity finally failed to stay upright and collapsed onto her side, shivering, clutching frantically at her tits and failing to suppress any of her moaning.

His dick is really that good? Magic? Samantha looked at it again. Maybe she was right. Maybe there was something about this dick. It looked so average though. Plain. Nothing seemed magic. It was normal to see little pulsing lights along that top vein. Nothing about that was odd. Besides, Felicity clearly liked something about it enough to really fuck up her brain. It was good enough to make her love it. Why let her keep that to herself?

Something itched at the back of Samantha’s mind. Hadn’t she been mad? Mad at what? Andrew was here but it was normal for Andrew to be here. They were all friends! There was nothing to be mad about. Felicity looked so happy too, it must all be fine. She could trust Felicity. Felicity hadn’t lied to her before. Like, sure, Felicity hadn’t told her what was really going on but with how Sam reacted, she couldn’t really blame her.

“Samantha?” Andrew’s voice pinged around her head, almost echoing. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good, Andrew…” She hadn’t torn her eyes away from his dick. It just hung there, laying in that bush, almost perfectly plated. Pulsing. Pretty lights. Pretty cock. “Mmph, Andrew?”

“Yes, Samantha?” Oh god his voice was wonderful, she’d do anything for it. So soothing…

“Andrew…” That beautiful name.

“Do you have something to ask me, Samantha?”

His pretty cock. So warm. Why let it just sit there? It kept getting bigger, the lights brighter. Only cock. Big, pulsing, hot cock. Andrew’s cock smelled like sweat, like Felicity, like Andrew, but even more enchanting. There was no need to think. The smell of Andrew’s cock made it too hard to see Felicity behind her, pushing Samantha to her knees, only a foot away from Andrew’s cock.

Felicity wanted this. Samantha didn’t blame her. Samantha wanted this. Samantha wanted Andrew’s cock. Pulsing, plump, throbbing, her pussy quickly soaking at the sight of it. Samantha wanted cock.

Samantha whimpered, “Can I please suck your cock, Andrew?” Her whole body twitched, spasmed really. There was no way she’d just said that. Asking a man if she could suck his cock was- right. That was natural. She’d always wanted to ask that. Her sex flared and throbbed. She’d always wanted cock. It flared again. She’s always wanted cock. “God, please Andrew I can’t help it please just let me taste it Andrew please-”

His cock swelled, throbbed. “Of course, Samantha.” She didn’t hear that satisfying conquest in his voice, she just heard Andrew saying yes. Felicity heard it and shivered. Just like Andrew wanted…

Samantha wrapped one hand around his cock and pumped. She needed it, she needed it hard and inside her mouth as soon as possible. Andrew said she could suck and she was going to fucking deliver. Fuck, cock looked so good swelling and getting hard in her hand, smelled so fucking good the closer it got to her nose, she fucking needed it inside her, she needed cock cock cock cock cock co-

Every thought slammed to a halt the moment she kissed the tip of Andrew’s cock. Her tongue tasted something sweet and swirled around his head, eager to taste it again. Samantha moaned helplessly, pumping his cock with one hand and grabbing one of her tits through her shirt with the other. Felicity coaxed her girlfriend’s head further forward and grabbed her other tit with a free hand. She couldn’t help moaning with Sam as her eyes went foggy and glassy, completely unfocused as Andrew’s cock pulsed directly into her mouth and melted her brain. Felicity’s cunt hummed in approval. She was right. There was no resisting the smell.

The pulsing head inside Sam’s mouth goaded her. Come, it said, take me deeper. Samantha complied, clamping her lips to Andrew’s cock and bobbing her head forwards. The pubic hairs tickled her lips but she was too far gone to possibly notice. She only knew that cock demanded worship and that she was a good worshiper. Each pulse and throb from his cock told her how best to worship. Go deep. Bob slower. Circle the head. Speed up. Detach and kiss and lick. Good suckslut. Circle the head. Suck. Go deep. Bob faster. Hum. Remove your flannel. Good slut. Remove your shirt. Suck again. Stop swallowing. Circle the head. Drool. Good slut.

The cock demanded more and more. Every second Samantha spent sucking was another bit of her free will she lost. Even if she had stopped now, several minutes in, she’d be dependent on Andrew for more complicated things. He could put it back if he wanted but it was up to him now. And Andrew had no intention of giving anything back until Samantha paid him back for ruining the blowjob Felicity had been giving him.

Samantha heard some muffled noises above and behind her, but they weren’t worth thinking about. They weren’t cock. She took off her bra and groped her tits with a free hand, switching back and forth as the other was kept firmly on the ground for stability. Cock demanded her total attention, not the sudden presence of thin fabric on her back. Cock throbbed again and again. She didn’t care how long it took; she needed to make Andrew cum.

Felicity kissed her cheek over and over. Andrew tousled her hair and moaned in ecstasy. Samantha, completely lost, simply sucked according to cock’s instructions. Nothing mattered. Cock was inside her. This was heaven. This is what she needed to be. Every throb and pulse from the cock in her mouth cemented her new reality. She was a cock sucking slut. Cock was too good to ignore anymore. Cock controlled her. Her cunt throbbed and sent Samantha reeling. This had to be right. This had to be true. There was no other reason to get so damn wet sucking cock. She loved cock! Anything for cock! Anything, anything, anything…

Andrew’s cock pulsed and throbbed harder than Sam had ever felt it. She had only a second to force the back of her throat open before that last twitch became sweet, obsessive release. Warm, salty cum popped into her mouth and coated her tongue. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, as if they had been replaced by the sweet nectar shooting into her body. Finally, finally, she’d given him release, given cock enough pleasure. God, it felt like it was worming its way into her head and coating everything with it. Not even Felicity’s clit on her tongue felt this good. So delicious. Nothing else matters. Just pulsing, pumping cock…

Her mouth was warm, wet, and his cock felt great inside, but Andrew needed to pull out anyways. This wouldn’t be done until he got her to admit that. He pulled out, slowly, watching the strands of drool and cum mixed together stretch out between Samantha’s lips and his dick until they snapped and stuck to her face like she was another cheap whore. It definitely fit with her bare tits, soaked jeans, blank eyes, and lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. Felicity looked at her girlfriend with well-deserved pride. She’s never looked more beautiful.

Andrew kneeled down to be at the same level as Samantha, the three centimeter height difference disappearing. “Oh, Samantha?” he called, trying and failing to keep the immense satisfaction he felt out of his voice.

“Uh huhh?” she gurgled. He always loved seeing girls like this after tasting him. He didn’t really understand it – maybe aliens, who knows – but once a woman tasted his cum their brains turned to liquid. Her eyes were as foggy as Felicity’s before they’d been interrupted. He’d forgotten how angry she was when she saw them; Sam certainly had too. No, she needed him too much now…

Andrew pulled a corner of the flag draped over Samantha’s back into her field of vision. “Can you tell me what this is?”

She stared blankly at it for several seconds. She knew it, it was on the tip of her tongue- “M- my pride flag…” she said between strands of cum and spit running off her mouth and swallowing some of the rest.

Andrew took the corner and wiped the fluids off her mouth and chin, both cleaning her off and smearing her face with it. It stained the flag, pools of deeper color spotting the two orange stripes. “Can you tell me what this is?”

Sam blinked, the fresh scents clogging her nose and slowing any attempt by her mind to reestablish itself. What was it? What was she looking at? It was such a pretty color. So much prettier with his cum all over it. It must just be- “A cumrag.”

Andrew felt his face creep into the most twisted villain smile he could imagine. “That’s exactly what it looks like to me. That’s exactly how I’m going to treat it.”

Samantha and Felicity shivered together. Felicity wrapped her arms around her kneeling partner and kissed her forehead, faintly tasting the same cum that Samantha had been melting from. She knew Samantha would join her, she always knew. This was the right thing for them both, to share in the utter bliss of cocksucking.

Andrew wasn’t done, however. “Felicity, get underneath Samantha and eat her out. Samantha, once she’s down there, start eating her out too. I want to see you two for myself.”

They both complied; Felicity trailed kisses down Samantha’s stomach until she reached the floor, rolled over and showered her pussy with attention. Samantha shivered and dropped down at the first kiss, sinking lower until her tongue was between Felicity’s spread legs. After that, both women forgot what happened, how long they spent between each other’s legs, the several orgasms they brought each other too, the silence as Andrew refused to let them stop. They were just two puppets, endlessly lapping away. Their pleasure didn’t matter anymore. Just the pulsing cock above them, staining a cumrag.

So, a few days back I managed to work up the courage and ask my gf about doing another threesome with her bf. I said I wanted her to take the lead for me, I'd be super submissive, wear some handcuffs, and I'd love to eat her out for this. She set it all up, and to be a bit of a surprise for me, me going in blind and all.

This morning we did it, I was anxious and eager going into it, naked and handcuffed with a man in the room. I do know him outside of this, ads his relationship with my gf of course, he's nice and all, but being in this vulnerable position I really can't help but be fearful.

My gf is wearing some lingerie I don't recognize, a light pink lacey bra (Could see her heart shaped nipple piercings through them), and a red thong. She's got a full face of makeup and that made me a bit self conscious cause I was just wearing a little concealer and eyeliner.

Wordlessly, almost dismisively, she pushed me onto my back on the bed. Honestly it was pretty uncomfortable to me since my arms got pinned behind me with the metal digging in. With that she got on top of me, taking her time and showing off to her boyfriend behind her. I think he was touching her a bit, but she started making out with me, pressing our boobs together, groping and fondling me.

At this point I'm fairly sure is when he started fucking her doggystyle, I can feel his thrusts through her. He doesn't take time to warm up, to adjust. Her boobs jiggling against mine, her moans directly into my mouth. I really couldn't help but be envious, trapped beneath her, just getting her distracted touches.

I'm still very excited, leaking a lot of precum, and bucking against her. This is a lot less intense for me than the other threesome with him, but I'm still kind of hopeful it'll ramp up a little. My gf eventually stopped really making out with me, and was instead breathily moaning and swearing into my neck about how good it felt and that she needed more. I had a bit of a glimpse of him, admittedly mostly obscured by hair, his determined, focused look, the tight grip on her hips. He didn't take off her thong just move it to the side.

He pushed her further onto me, spreading her legs and my own. The feel of his leg hair was a bit startling, but exciting yknow? the casual touch of him. He moved a hand to aggresively grope her breasts, rubbing against mine in the process. He saw my needy response and actually groped me instead for a little which made me moan out quite a bit, rather more turned on by his forcefulness than my gfs playfulness. He sadly went back to groping her after this, but God it felt amazing.

After he came in her thing slowed down a bit, presumably to give him some time to recover for what happened next. As my gf also became functional enough to think again she made out with me, but mostly cooed about how great he is, and how happy she is that I'm there too, despite my role so far mostly being a mattress.

With some awkward shifting around, and myself being pushed a bit, my gf was now on the edge of the bed, me on the floor with my head between her legs. She took off her thong and wanted me to eat her out, with his cum in her. I was pretty apprehensive despite wanting it, but she locked her legs around my head and I got to work.

I haven't properly tasted cum since before I transitioned, having only tasted my own, or estrogenized cum. And fuck I forgot how potent it is. The feeling is still kind of in the back of my throat, and I can swear I still smell it. He started fucking her throat, and she clenched and spasmed, but never let go of me.

I had the occasional view of him, his balls slapping against hee face, his tight ass and strong legs, the tight grip he had as he facefucked her. Just using her mouth like a fleshlight. He pulled out and came all over her face, not the biggest load but that made sense considering he already fucked her cunt.

He then pushed her down towards me, and we made out, his cum rubbing onto me. Tasting and smelling more of it. He was still jerking off a little, which felt nice but embarassing to me.

After a cooldown period she asked me how I liked it, sheepishly, forced to admit my feelings I told her I had a great time and really liked it. We talked aboit my limits and that I wasn't close to saying my safeword, I was kind of hoping for some stimulation so she said she'd use a vibrsting plug on me after work.

Then I had to sadly get up and shower for work. Typed this all up while there. Looking forward to coming home tonight. Can still slightly taste his cum, but that may be me dreaming.

I was trying to fight him off while he was raping me and he said "that's it, get it all out" like I was just a kid throwing a tantrum.

I was talking with my bf about the previously reblogged "turning feminist man into raging misogynist by being a slutty whore" post and he dropped on me that it drove him crazy bc it was his exact thought process on our first date which made me feel some type of way I can assure you.

Bc I knew I was putting in the legwork to mold a nice misogynistic bf for myself over time (encouraging to grope me when no ones looking, call me embarrasing diminutives in front of friends, take initiative with his perversions), but finding out that he felt that way on day one really got me.

Anyways, always remember to suck his dick on the first date and moan for him to degrade you around his head!

🧡🤍🩷

🧡 - what got you into dykebreaking:

i blame omegle for grooming me, unrestricted internet access that exposed me to hardcore stuff way too young, and the subsequent humiliation kink i developed. i first found dykebreaking stuff a year or so ago when i started to browse tumblr for stuff to rub to. color me only slightly surprised that i was into it when i stumbled upon it on a hardcore blog. its this enticing ultimate humiliation and complete surrender to ego death. i tried to stay away from it bc it was causing me to feel bad about myself, but nothing besides my gf pissing on me really gets me as wet as fast as just a few dykebreaking posts.

🤍 - what’s your fave dykebreaking post/story

anything by fixedorientation typically makes me squirm. i love any stories that emphasize that the dyke is still a dyke throughout it all.

🩷 - what’s your fave dykebreaking fantasy

i love to fantasize about being used in a free use way. maybe im at a party, dressed in my usual slutty fits, and a guy is hitting on me and im unimpressed and tell him im a dyke. he grabs me by the hair and shoves me down on my knees, im yelling at him, trying to hit him, but his friend helps him hold me down. i look up, begging for help from anyone and i make eye contact with another woman. shes sitting down on a couch nearby- lifting up her skirt and i get a glimpse of her mouthwatering pussy snuggled under lace. she winks and slides her hands into her panties, rubbing her clit. its then i realize everyone is watching, laughing, jeering as they get turned on watching me struggle.

the man who started the whole thing tears off his belt. he hands it off to his friend who uses it to bind my arms together. im trying desperately to squirm away and his friend shoves my head towards him as he pulls out his cock, hitting me in the face with it, rubbing his balls and pubes all over my face. he threatens to fuck my ass if i bite. i shut my mouth but he slaps me across the face. my whole body rocks with the impact and my mouth falls open. he hurriedly shoves his cock into my mouth- immediately fucking my throat as i choke and gag, tears run down my face and ruin my makeup. i can only gasp for air when he lets me. i hear the casual chatter of our audience and the wet slide of hands on cocks nearby. i hear a loud deep groan and i feel something wet add to the slime thats smeared all over my face. a man just came on me for the first time in my life.

im in shock when i hear the voice of my tormentor mocking me "youre about to take your first load of cum, dyke." he coos at me. "dont worry theres plenty of people who will take my place after." he starts fucking my throat ferociously after that. i can feel myself on the verge of blacking out, barely registering the feeling of hands on my skimpy dress and the sting of a knife on my chest as they cut off my bra. im choking on cum, desperately trying to swallow when my thong gets torn off me. the man unceremoniously lets me fall face first into a puddle of cum, spit, and tears. im there gasping for breath barely able to believe anything that happening is real when a finger probes my pussy. i hear a gasp behind me and suddenly two fingers are being shoved into my pussy. the mans long fingers reaching deep and hitting my g-spot. oh no- i think as i feel no pain or harsh friction. he pulls his fingers out and waves them around the room and hollers "this dykes pussy is soaking wet from being face fucked!" people laugh and im flooded with shame that fuels my arousal.

the woman from earlier approaches me and picks my head up. "youre disgusting you filthy dyke whore!" she says sharply and spits in my face. im crying and begging them to let me go and insisting that i am a dyke. "no, youre fucking not you stupid slut!" the man behind me roars and suddenly i cant breathe for a different reason. the mans cock slides deep into me. its hot and unlike anything else ive had in my cunt. "we'll see if youre still calling yourself a dyke after i take your gold star, cunt" the man grunts starting a harsh, fast pace. the cock inside me feels so good that i cant keep my moans from slipping out. "see! youre starting to like it already! dont worry- after me there are plenty of others wanting a turn with you."

even after everything else that happens that night, when i stumble home im still a dyke. just one that was forced to experience the ultimate humiliation of cumming again and again on mens cocks. from then on, whenever i rub my cunt i end up finding myself remembering that night.