We both know it’s an act, you’re not lying to anyone. Flailing your arms like you’re fighting back. But you enjoy being used like this, don’t you? Pinned down under me, tie wrapped around your neck. Your brain is going fuzzy, isn’t it? #cnc#rapethreat
When I started pushing my cock in deeper, you said the safe word for us to stop your little fantasy. But I kept going. I watched how your face shifted from pleasure to fear. Your moans into screaming and crying.
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You really have no shame, don’t you? Squirming, hoping I’ll decide which hole to use first. Maybe I’ll make you beg a little more or just tease you until you’re shaking and crying. Either way, you’ll take whichever hole I pick, right?
Good morning. What’s with the face? Are you mad that you woke up wet? That’s adorable. You really made a mess all by yourself! Kicking a little, breathing all heavy, what were you dreaming about? Getting used like a toy? Letting someone fuck you while you were sleeping?
Every single concept I post is genuinely just my mind laid bare, every thought as dark and real as it comes. Does that scare you, or does it make you wet? Don’t you wonder what it’d be like to stand in front of me and see how far those thoughts actually go?
You act like you don’t want it, but you’re craving it, aching to be used. You desire to be filled, stretched, owned completely. You just don’t know how to ask yet. But don’t worry, mutt. I’ll train you to beg for it properly. #cnc#rapethreat
I don���t speak. My hand settles low, resting on your thigh first. Just weight. Presence. A silent reminder. And when you move a little, lets out that quiet, sleepy sigh, that’s when I know you feel it.
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All that screaming, but why do you lie to yourself? Finger slowly going in and out, and I can feel just how hot and wet you’re getting everytime it goes in and out. Admit it, you’re craving me to stick my dick inside that cunt. #cnc#rapethreat
Good morning! Oh, you’re just now noticing? Yeah, that wet mess between your legs? I just finished. You didn’t even flinch while I fucked you. Just slept right through it like the useless little thing you are. Now push it out for me, let’s see how much I left inside.
Blindfolded with your hands tied together just like you always fantasized. But you don’t sound as excited as you did when we talked about it. What’s wrong? Is it a bit scarier than you thought it was going to be? #cnc#rapethreat#somno
You’re laying still in bed, but your mind isn’t. It’s trying to make sense of why I’m inside you, why you didn’t stop me, why part of you didn’t want to. You tell yourself this isn’t right, that you should push back, speak up. But you don’t. #cnc#somno
You left yourself wide open, trusting in me to leave after you slept. You told me that I could sleep in the living room or head home after, but you didn’t think I’d do anything else. That was all I needed.
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The only reason I get excited when someone nearby messages me is so I can use you, then post about how pathetic you looked after. Does that make you feel worthless, or does it make you feel proud to be nothing but content?
Don’t you feel like I’m talking to you when I post? Like every nasty, degrading word is aimed right at you? Maybe it is. Or maybe you’re just so desperate to be broken that you read every line hoping it’s about you. Because deep down, you want it to be.
You saw the notification and gave in, of course you did. Now you’re in public, hunched over, hiding your screen, so no one sees. But they might. Yet, you scroll through my new post squirming, too needy to stop yourself. Pathetic.
Every time you hit “post,” you already know what you’re doing. You’re throwing yourself out like bait. You don’t want kindness, you want to be gutted. Begging for threats because without them, you’re worthless. You’re always desperate to have strangers remind you.
How many times have you promised yourself that you’d stop watching these posts? Because the moment another disgusting post pops up, your mind caves in. Your hand slowly creeps back down to your cunt. You hate it, but you crave it, and that’s why you always end up here.
You act so innocent around your friends and family. The sweet one who’d never even look twice at something degrading. But then you come back here and read every filthy thing I post while touching yourself. Do you feel guilty after, or is that part of why you keep coming back?