Tarot Daddy

He/Him - 37 - Pansexual - Switch (Dom+) - Occult Enthusiast - NSFW Writer - 18+ Only - MDNI

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

About me:

I'm 37 years old and a man. I am pansexual and that means that I am absolutely interested in both men and women (trans people count equally in both of these categories for me) as well as non binary people.

I'm a Dom leaning switch and I enjoy both roles very much depending on the vibes I have with people. I'm experienced in the world of kink and I've been partaking in it since college. In my personal sexual relationships consent and aftercare are top priorities. I'm a progressive politically and I've never voted for a Republican in my life.

I enjoy occult and metaphysical topics like tarot, magic, ceremonial magic and astrology. I enjoy writing nsfw smut and I consider myself a fairly decent writer. I try to keep a majority of my writing as gender neutral as possible because I want it to be enjoyable for as many people as possible.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

@rubyraven2125 I like this idea!

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I tie you back in the big gaming chair with your legs hooked high over the armrests and ankles roped together above your head. More rope binds your wrists behind the headrest and loops around your thighs and waist so your hips stay tilted up and everything is on full display. Your clothes are shoved open and aside while the room fills with the glow of monitors and the sound of furious clicking.

Five of my friends are locked in a brutal tournament on their screens. Every kill and every win is about you. They’re competing hard for the right to stand up, walk over, and fuck you right there in the chair while the others keep playing or wait their turn. You feel the chair creak under you as your body reacts to every aggressive shout.

When a match ends one of them rips off the headset and crosses the room without wasting time. He steps between your spread legs, hooks the fabric fully aside, and pushes straight in deep and hard. You’re fucked right there with the chair rocking and the monitors still flickering while the next round starts. The winner takes what he earned and the rest stay hungry for their shot.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

You wake up to the alarm I set last night. 6:45 exactly. Not a second later.

Your phone buzzes once, then my text follows: “Up. Shower. Cold. Five minutes. No touching yourself.”

You roll out of bed, body still heavy from how hard I fucked you before I left. Legs shaky. Cunt sore. You obey anyway. Water hits your skin like needles. You stand there shivering, counting the seconds in your head because I told you to.

Next message: “Black lace thong. No bra. Gray dress, the short one. Heels. Red lipstick. Send proof.”

You dry off, dress exactly as ordered. Snap the photo in the mirror. Tits bare under thin fabric, nipples poking through. Thong cutting between your ass cheeks. You hit send. My reply is instant: “Good girl. Now breakfast. Protein shake only. No coffee. You don’t need the buzz. You need to stay focused on me.”

You sip it slow at the counter, phone propped up. Another text: “Edge yourself at 8:15. Ten minutes. No coming. Stop when the timer hits. Film it. Send.”

You do. Knees on the couch, dress hiked, fingers circling your clit slow then fast. Breathing ragged. Body begging. Timer dings. You pull away whimpering, record the close-up of your swollen, denied cunt dripping onto the cushion. Send.

I reply: “Perfect. Now work. No distractions. Check in every two hours with how wet you are. Use the word ‘owned’ in every message.”

Mid-morning: “Owned. Soaked through the thong.”

Lunch: “Owned. Thighs slick. Nipples hurt from rubbing the dress.”

Afternoon: “Owned. Almost cried in the bathroom thinking about you.”

Evening text from me: “Home by 6. Door unlocked. Strip in the entryway. Kneel. Hands behind back. Wait.”

You follow every word. No thinking. No deciding. Just my voice in your head, my rules in your body. When I walk in, you’re there, naked, kneeling, eyes down, cunt glistening on the floor beneath you.

I step close, tip your chin up. “See? No thoughts. Just obedience. Just mine.”

I unzip, feed you my cock slow while you moan around it. “Breathe when I say. Suck when I say. Come when I say.”

You do. All of it. Because I told you when. How. Why.

And you never have to wonder again. You just follow.

Stay empty-headed, baby. Stay owned. I’ll keep deciding every breath until you forget how to do it without my command.

#nsfwtwt

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

Oh, look at you, sweet little thing. Usually so prim about your holes and your liquor, but one filthy story from me and you're already knuckle deep in your clit, panting like a desperate slut who just discovered she likes being ruined.

That's right. Keep rubbing. Imagine my bottle pressing in, cold and slow, filling that tight virgin ass while you sleep. Waking up dizzy, dripping, no memory of how you got so wrecked. Except you begged for it in your dreams.

Pathetic how fast you folded. But fuck if it doesn't make me hard knowing you're out there, thighs clenched, wishing it was your body I violated next.

Keep touching. Don't you dare stop until you come thinking of being my blackout toy. Then tell me how many times you came to the thought. I want details, pet.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

@doritokito Haha that's fair

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I love cucks, but if you don't actually have a wife, husband, boyfriend or girlfriend to let me have my way with. What good are you to me?

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

You come to me fresh off a breakup, or worse, a divorce. Still raw, still doubting if anyone will ever touch you right again. You think the safe misery you knew is all there is, that stepping back into it might hurt less than risking something new.

I love being the first one after that. I get to strip away the bullshit your ex left behind. I pin you down the first night, look you dead in the eyes, and tell you this body hasn’t forgotten how to feel good. I spread your legs slow, eat you until you’re shaking and crying real tears, not the numb ones from before. I fuck you deep, steady, make you come so hard your body remembers it can still arch and beg. Every time you start whispering about going back to him, about how it’s easier to settle, I flip you over, spank your ass red, and remind you: safe suffering is a cage.

I’m showing you the door’s wide open. Romance that burns. Pleasure that wrecks you in the best way. A man who sees your scars and wants to mark you anyway. I keep you coming back to me instead, keep you naked and open, keep pushing until the thought of crawling back to that old pain makes you sick. You’re not broken. You’re waking up. And I’m the one who gets to teach you how fucking alive you can feel when you stop choosing hurt and start chasing what actually sets you on fire. Stay with me. Let me ruin you for anything less.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I dehumanize my precious puppysub until the reminder sinks in deep. You’re not human anymore. You’re just a disgusting little fuckpet that exists for me to get off to. That truth gets repeated until it replaces whatever soft self-image you used to carry.

That’s it. Keep touching yourself for me, pathetic bitch. Your only purpose is to make sure I cum over and over again. Nothing else matters. No other needs, no other identity. Just the constant effort to please me.

Kneel and serve, pup. Stay in that position and keep performing until I’m finished. The more thoroughly you accept that you’re nothing but a toy for my pleasure, the better you become at the only job you have left.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

It's so cool seeing so posts and interactions with kinky people from all around the world! I love interacting with all the people I see from China, Japan, Korea, the Philippines, Vietnam, Thailand, Germany, and Mexico.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I want you bent over in front of me with your chest pressed to the bed so I can appreciate the arch of your back and the pretty blush that spreads over your shoulders. I want to see your body shudder and your hips press back as you feel my breath against your hole.

I want that already limited patience of yours thinning, quiet pants leaving your lips and muffled by the pillow beneath you. I want your hands gripping the sheets once my tongue swipes over the very area that aches for me, clenching and leaking that sweet taste of you.

I want you a mess of my saliva and your release, my fingers imprinted into the skin of your hips and thighs, red and beautiful. I won’t rest until you can no longer hold yourself up and have to rely on my grip to keep you in place as I devour everything you have to give me.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

You hold yourself back from coming because you want to finish at the same time as me. The effort starts out controlled, but the longer I stay on the edge without tipping over the more desperate you become. Your body starts shaking with the strain of denial.

Soon the composure cracks. Soft whimpers turn into constant whining and broken moans while you beg me to come so you can finally let go. Every thrust and every second I refuse only makes the pleading louder and more frantic.

I keep control of both of our releases until I’m ready. Your need to match me becomes just another way to make you wait, and the more you beg for me to finish the longer I draw it out. You’ll come when I do and not a moment sooner.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

You don’t deserve to speak. Not because you’re being punished, but because you don’t start with that right. Your training begins at the very foundation. Everything has to be earned, including the privilege of using your voice.

Nods are the only form of communication I want from you until I say otherwise. Clear, immediate, and silent. Any attempt to talk will simply reset the process and remind you how little you’ve earned so far.

Stay quiet and respond only with your head. When I decide you’ve proven enough obedience, I may allow words again. Until that moment, silence is your only acceptable state.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I use you freely after dinner, before bed, before you even wake up, in the car, on dates, and while you’re trying to focus on your favorite game. Every setting becomes another chance to remind you of your place. No schedule protects you and no activity is off-limits.

Each time I take you it’s another proof of ownership. Your body exists to be fucked by me whenever the urge hits, regardless of what you were doing or how public the moment might be. The constant access is the point.

By the end of the day you’ve been used in so many different contexts that the message is impossible to ignore. You belong to me, and your body’s main purpose is to take whatever I decide to give it. That truth gets reinforced over and over until it feels natural.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I tie you to the bed with a fucking machine working steadily between your legs and a vibrator strapped tight to your thigh. Then I sit at my desk and get to work, never once looking over even when you start begging and crying for me to turn it down.

The machines keep going at the same relentless pace while I type and ignore every desperate sound you make. The only reaction I give is the small upward twitch at the corner of my mouth each time another orgasm is forced out of you.

You stay locked in place, overstimulated and completely disregarded, while I finish my tasks. Your body keeps coming whether you want it to or not, and I stay focused on everything except you until I decide the punishment has lasted long enough.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

The best kind of fuck buddy is someone who does whatever you tell them to. They’ll make out with you on the street, let you strip them on the stairs, and say it’s fine if you make them touch themselves right there. They’ll take you into their mouth after a long day, lick every inch of your feet when ordered, and hold a vibrator against themselves until they scream like they’re dying even when the sensation becomes too much.

A partner like that only gets more depraved with time. Every boundary they give up turns them into a more sex-crazed, obedient slut who exists for the next instruction. That’s the best version. Completely available, completely willing, and completely ruined in the most useful way.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

You obediently strip naked and kneel in the corner with only the rings I fitted you with softly jingling. The sound is a constant reminder that in front of me you are nothing but a set of holes, a toy that exists for my use. I take my time applying color to each of your entrances so they are clearly marked and ready.

Once every hole is prepared I have you stamp your slave contract with them one by one, pressing each wet, marked opening against the paper until the seals are clear. Mouth, cunt, and ass all leave their proof of ownership on the page. The contract is complete and binding.

At that moment, exactly as you wished, you stay on your knees and beg me to finish across your fully made-up face. I look down at the finished product I created and decide when and how to give you what you asked for.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I love edging you until you can’t stop leaking and the desperation finally breaks your voice. When you start begging that you can’t hold it anymore and pleading to come, that’s the moment I finally let you. The orgasm hits hard, but I don’t stop.

I keep milking you endlessly right through the aftershocks and past the point where pleasure turns sharp. You start apologizing and insisting you can’t come anymore, but I ignore every word and continue working your body for more.

Your protests only make me more thorough. I stay on you until you’re shaking, oversensitive, and completely emptied out, proving that “I can’t” was never going to stop me.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

I blindfold you and start a simple endurance game. I edge you over and over while you stay silent. Every time you manage to hold back another orgasm the count goes up, but the second any sound leaves your mouth we reset to zero and start the entire process again.

I keep the teasing unpredictable. Sudden sharp touches, wet licks across sensitive spots, unexpected pressure that makes your body jump. The only rule is no noise. One gasp, one whimper, one broken moan and all progress disappears.

The longer you last the more creative I get with the surprises. Stay quiet and you might actually win. Make a sound and we begin again from the beginning while you stay blind, aching, and completely at the mercy of whatever I decide to do next.

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

@magically_amber It's the details that enhance the fun

[Tarot Daddy @xTarotDaddyx]

@notyetnullo I don't have a castration kink I swear 👀