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

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.

some things i've learned abt myself since i gave Daddy control of my orgasms 💕

#1: the tiniest things make me feel subby n horny

when i started this, i definitely expected that my fantasies would get more raunchy and perverted the longer the denial went on. and while i have developed some new kinks (thanks to Daddy being so hot n perfect n addictive n sooo fun to please 🥺🥺🥺), the bigger surprise was how easily i get turned on. counterintuitively, some of my fantasies have gotten more innocent and yet they get me unfathomably horny lol. i genuinely could make a series about it. just small little things that make me melt and get me stupidly wet.

at its core, it's because denial makes me feel more submissive. trust me there's nothing i love more than the thought of submitting to him in bed and him fucking my brains out, lord knows i can neeever get enough of it 🥴 but that desire just bleeds into everything, all the time. when i don't get to cum, that feeling of needing to be beneath him never shuts off. it's not exactly that i feel horny 24/7, but i feel submissive 24/7. the desire to please him, to worship him, to be good for him, is so constant.

or maybe it's just that Daddy brings out my submissive side even more n submitting to him is just right and natural hehe 🩷 either way, it's so so so fun n addictive !! i want him to feel the power n control he has over me all the time.

#2: edging is always about pleasing him <3

edging is soooo addictive, it's a problem lol. it's definitely made touching myself infinitely more fun, bc i used to just have one or two orgasms and then settle down and that's it. but edging can go on and on and on and aaaaaa i never wanna stop!!!! usually i'm forced to when my vibrator dies on me lol. does it drive me insane n make me wanna cry every time i have to pull away to stop myself from going over the edge? yes but that's part of the fun 🤭

that said, no matter how much i love it, the most fun (and important!) thing is remembering that i'm doing it for Daddy's pleasure. and i've found that the best way of doing that, and the best way to make sure Daddy gets the most enjoyment out of my edging, is to make something for him while doing it! i adooore recording myself edging for him, or writing something smutty for him to read (yes, including this post~).

definitely nothing compares to sexting him while i edge, bc his words will always have a bigger effect on me than any porn or erotica in the world ever could because it's 💖 him 💖 hehe. but !! if ever we can't talk directly while i edge, making something for him to enjoy is such a lovely way to feel closer to him. it makes me feel like he's right there, stroking his cock to my words and my voice, and it just makes me louder and needier and closer.

there's just so much to enjoy about it! it makes the edging so much more effective at turning me into a needy, slutty mess for Daddy to play with whenever his heart desires. it reminds me that my body belongs to him, and that i'm being given permission to cum so he can enjoy it, so i better make sure he enjoys it.

#3: no touch is indescribably fun

there are days that are noticeably much more intense. like... beyond overwhelming, my whole body is tingling, horniness at a 12 out of 10. i don't really know why. maybe it's hormones. maybe it's just that some days i get to spend more time with Daddy and i feel closer to him and it drives me crazy. but what i do know is that i really love not touching myself on those days.

it's partly bc i would definitely lose my edge if i did lol. but for the most part, it's because it feels so good to just sit in that feeling. when my body craves him so badly that just the thought of him sends waves of pleasure throughout my body. even without touching myself at all, just reading his words makes me whine and moan and shake.

i've honestly never even asked to touch myself on days like that. they don't happen too often, and when they have, i was so overwhelmed by it that i just needed to process it. i didn't know i could feel that way from just talking to someone. over text, too!! it's mindblowing. and i've said as much to him, "how do you do this to me?"

on a slightly funny note, on days like that, i genuinely can't bring myself to do the whole ooo sexy dirty talk thing. i just feel so overwhelmed by it, both the emotional connection i feel to him as well as the physical sensations, that i immediately default to therapy-mode and start just... describing it. which i think he definitely enjoyed regardless. but i was doing a body scan mid sexting lol, no joke. it's kinda meditative, literally! just sitting there and feeling it, every bit of it. really letting his every word wash over me and noticing how it makes my heart feel so light, my head feel so wonderfully fuzzy, my cunt so so wet. those are some of the moments when i've felt closest to him and ugh, it's so wonderful <3

it's honestly a very big part of why i want to keep going with the denial. i genuinely didn't know it was possible to feel this way. it's all mental, and yet the physical effect it has on me is so real. i want to see how much further it can go, because i know it can go so much further. the closer Daddy and i get, the more i understand how my mind and body react to his dominance, the more intense it'll get.

i don't know what would be more fun... begging to touch myself on one these days and being told no? or explicitly being ordered to touch myself and record myself trying desperately not to go over the edge? either way, i can't wait for the many more wonderful experiences i'll have with Daddy 🩷

Sounds like someone needs to play the breeding lottery… do you know what that is?

It’s where we grab you off the street while you’re ovulating, someone holds you down, and a long line of men forms behind you and fucks load after load into you until you’re guaranteed to be knocked up. Then, in nine months, you take a paternity test and inform the lucky winner. His reward? He gets to come back and do it again.

kinda wish I was being raped pregnant right now

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.

You catch the eye of an incredibly sexy older femme at the bar; you can feel her lusty eyes burning holes in you across the room until she finally walks over and you instantly melt before her elegant, dominant demeanor. The instant she opens her mouth to say hello, you can feel the blood rushing into your face. There’s no question about it: she’s taking you home with her.

You’re so wrapped up in the excitement, it barely even registers to you that there’s already a car in the driveway when she pulls into her remarkably spacious, dimly-lit house. She whisks you up to the bedroom so quickly you don’t even get a chance to look at the photos hanging on the wall. She pushes you onto to the bed and you crumble instantly, desperate to please this Goddess, your limbs moving automatically as she orders you to undress, staring with wide-eyed anticipation as she buckles your wrists and ankles into the restraints attached to the bedposts. She purrs at you, gazing down at your defenseless form, as you eagerly await whatever she has in store for you. “Now, pet… are you ready to really make me happy?” You nod obediently… and she grins, before calling over her shoulder, “They’re ready for you now, darling.”

A question mark goes off in your head. Confusion gives way to fear as in your attempt to take stock of your surroundings, your eyes settle on a photograph framed on the nightstand: the gorgeous, dominant woman standing over her, and a man with his arm wrapped around her, gold bands gleaming on their fingers. A chill comes over you as you watch that same man stride into the room, unbuttoning his shirt cuffs. The woman instantly rushes to his side, running her hands along his muscular body, and purrs in his ear: “It’s another butch dyke, honey… your favorite.”

He stops at the foot of the bed and looks you up and down as he continues slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as you try to find the words to beg them to release you, but your tongue is frozen in your mouth. He grins. “Don’t look so terrified now… I’m not a cruel man; I’d never rape you without giving you a chance. You’re going to love this. And if you don’t, we’ll let you go… all you have to do is prove you’re not enjoying yourself. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll untie you and set you free. But if you do… you’re ours for the rest of the night.” He turns to his wife. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

She grins a devilish grin, and walks over to the bedside table drawer, pulling out a vibrating wand, which she waves ominously in your direction. “Of course, honey… how long do you think they’re going to hold out?”

This one went straight to my clit, I have to admit. I can imagine how desperate and uncomfortable I'd suddenly be once the situation sinks in, begging to be let out, that I'll do anything if they just let me go. They just ignore me-- after all, if they gag me, they won't get to listen to the noises I'll make when I inevitably change my tune.

It'll be hard to resist the vibrator. I love having a vibrator held to my clit, and tied up like this, there's no way I can escape it now. Maybe it'd look like I'm trying to buck my hips away, but we all know I'm really just humping it helplessly. I can picture the woman leaning over me, watching the way my clit throbs as I twitch and grunt, trying to hide the fact that I'm enjoying myself so much. She gropes my tits and talks about me like I'm not even there-- "They're so wet, honey, you won't need the lube. Aw, look at how hard their clit is, they must be desperate for your cock."

Meanwhile, her husband crawls on the bed and over me. I pull helplessly at the restraints as I feel his skin against mine, his cock throbbing against my thigh. He humps idly against my hairy cunt as he joins his wife in groping my tips, eventually sliding his hands down to spread my cunt, assessing how wet my cunt is for him. The next thing I know his hard, hairy cock is rubbing up against my folds. He uses my own wetness to lube up his cock, and I grunt every time I feel the tip of his cock nudge my clit.

"You poor thing," He grins, rubbing the base of my clit as his wife holds the vibrator against me. "Babe, check out how much they're clenching around nothing. They must be desperate for this after all."

"These butch dykes hardly ever get a chance to experience the real thing," She sighs. "I always love watching their faces the first time they get split open by a real cock."

The next thing I know, it's happening. His cock catches against the entrance to my hole, and the next thing I know he's guiding it deep inside me. I grunt and clench instinctively, wound up too tight by the vibrator and all the sensations I'm experiencing for the first time. My entire lower body is tense, maybe trying to push the intruder out, maybe trying to draw him in deeper-- I can't tell, but no matter what I do, his cock keeps spreading my folds open and fucking deeper into my womb. The man huffs, drawing most of the way back out, shifting his hips slightly, and sinking even deeper back in. As he does so his wife increases the level on the vibrator, and the next thing I know I'm cumming helplessly on his cock, unable to hide my moans as my entire body yields to him.

I come back to my senses a few moments later as the man fucks my cunt in earnest now. The orgasm has forced me to relax, my cunt softening and allowing him to bottom out in me, his balls slapping rhythmically against my clit. I moan in equal parts pleasure and pained overstimulation, too fucked out to do anything but try and buck against him in the restraints.

"There we go," He laughs. "That wasn't so hard now, was it? I told you I'm not a cruel man. 'Sides, all you dyke cunts always feel much better after an orgasm or two."

I simply moan and go fully limp. I can feel my cunt milking his thick, long cock and a few moments later he's grinding against my cunt as I feel him filling my womb. He pulls out a few seconds later, getting cum all over the outside of my cunt, fingering it idly back in with a thick finger.

"That's better," He grins down at me. "Looks like we've got a new plaything for the night, sweetheart."

She laughs as she climbs on the bed, now sporting a long and cruel-looking strap on. As he unbuckles my restraints to flip me over, all I can think is that it's going to be a long, long night.

And I'm not sure I ever want it to end.

thinking about pinned down and fucked while my gf is forced to watch, both of us begging for him to stop as he pounds my cunt deeper, Ignoring our pleas as he fills my fertile womb 😵‍💫