C/W: Drugs

C/W: Drugs

I wonder if I could manipulate a girl by drugging her over time. I’d slip her the smallest pinch of drugs every meeting, slowly increasing the dosage over the course of months. She’d go from questioning the heat in her body to finger fucking herself for hours after I leave. She’d feel so much fucking lust and mistake it for love… and I wouldn’t make it easier. I’d brush my fingers across her face, casually pushing back her hair or sweeping some crumbs off her face. I’d press my body against hers when we sit on the couch together. I’d let her edge her needy fucking cunt and let her think she’s being discreet about it. God, it’d be so fucking fun watching her squirm. It’d make me laugh when she starts begging for my cock.

Kinda need to have sex in a hot boxed car. Like I want to be hazily touching up on someone and every breath and pant is just getting us higher. To be surrounded by the heavy smell of weed, stuck in a cramped space, groping and pleasing each other through our clothes while everything feels so good.

Get yourself a boy who loses all control and cums inside moaning like a bitch as soon as you squeeze his pretty face and say "who's my good boy??" in that tiny dog owner voice

Why do you call yourself a sadist if you draw the line at breaking skin? Do you even enjoy giving pain consensually? Because that's what sadism is about...

Can you be an artist and dislike painting? A musician and not play the piano? An athlete and not run track?

Sadism, much like most other catagories of sexual identity, is a spectrum. While one sadist could adore everything from whipping to knife play, another could only get off on hand spanking and their sadist sexual identity would still be completely valid.

For me, sadism is about getting psychological and sexual satisfaction from the various sensations I can cause in a submissive, particularly pain and discomfort. I also enjoy the power dynamics and feelings that those sensations can create between us. I enjoy bruising and marking subs quite a lot, but I don't like making them bleed. I don't get any enjoyment from it, and the risks associated with drawing blood aren't worth it to me.

Edging them but making them talk to me and think while they do. Asking them confusing questions until they’re so dumb and out of it they can only pant and moan.

“Awwwh, your brain can’t keep up? Just too hard to think? That’s okay, I’ll do the thinking for you, you can trust me. See? You already feel better under my control, you know you prefer it when I control everything. Come here. Just grind on my shoe, enjoy the sensations and I’ll handle the rest from here. That’s a good, brainless doll.”