Disabled & Kinky

"what that mouth do"

talk shit and smoke weed what up

life may be hell but i can still fantasize about a dom bringing me to a party where i’m forced to be the main entertainment

sexualize flat chests. sexualize small tits. do it for the pre hrt transfems and for the post top surgery transmascs and for all flat cuties out there <3

Daily reminder that someone creating a space on the internet as an outlet for their sexuality, to explore themselves without shame, and be sexual in an environment, where they can get passively inspired and liberalized by other people's sexual expression, thus erasing their internalized shame surrounding their own sexuality and the general idea of sex, does not mean they give consent for others to be actively sexual towards them, unless specifically, clearly, verbally stated before the beginning of any sexually charged conversation.

A NSFW or BDSM blog on Tumblr/Twitter/etc., no matter the contents (own or shared) does not equal the consent to be approached sexually by individuals. Someone publicly interacting in a sexual manner with one or several individuals does not equal the consent to be treated like this by every individual.

You're not entitled to someone's sexual attention. You're not entitled to confront someone with your sexualized version of them. You're not entitled to sexting, nudes, telling someone your sexual fantasies and so on. You're not entitled to be part of someone's sexuality.

When you demand all of that from someone or tell them to not post/share sexual content if they don't want to help you specifically to get off, you're coercing them. You're sexually and emotionally manipulative. You're a predator.

Be better.

my kidnapper fucking me slowly while gripping my hair & holding my head back, forcing me to watch my missing person segment on tv. whispering in my ear "you're all mine, they'll never find you here" before kissing my neck & violently rutting into me as i cry.

I gave him too many Polaroid nudes and now they explode out of his wallet like a magician fucking up a card trick :/

sending ur partner nudes while they’re at work, but not coz ur a slut; ur a socialist and u want them to waste company time jacking off to u

Train me to follow your commands anywhere, any time. Then when we’re in public and I wander too far, call me back like a dog and watch how people stare. You can be proud of the obedient bitch you have.

THEY MAKE PRINTABLE TEMPORARY TATTOOS

THIS IS HUGE FOR KINK REASONS

alright sluts, imagine: this

plus this

temp lower back tattoo but its just the osha required signage for an open hole

robosluts youre all gonna get the "this machine does not know the difference between metal and flesh" arent you

Making a whumpee hold the key to their own handcuffs in their mouth. So close to freedom and yet so far <3

Saying "must I put a leash on you?" when they keep wandering off in public just to watch them blush and immediately grab my hand to stay close.

"what's your dream job??" Uhh to have 17 weird little hobbies that I don't have to be good at and hang out with friends. I get money via being the world's specialist little princess

Thinkin about going to the mall with him while he's got a dildo nestled all the way deep inside him <3 I do most the talking when we're out in public anyways, all he's gotta to is try not to make it obvious how good he's getting fucked beneath his clothes.

I wanna see his dazed out expression while we move between stores. I want to murmur in his ear, "Yeah, puppy? That feel good?" just to hear him stifle a whimper. Maybe stopping by the food court to sit down for a little snack as he subtly moves his hips up and down on the chair. Gently asking him his color every once in a while, getting a small, "G-Green..." in response, smiling and whispering in his ear what a good boy he is.

Touching him over his pants when we get back to my car, promising to fuck him properly when we get home <3

Start using someone as a fleshlight, not just by slamming into them roughly, but by using them without any regard to their need. Using them solely for your own pleasure and enjoyment. Slide into them just to feel good, grind against them, and don’t worry about those sweet sounds they let out.

Take your time with them; Go nice and slow, working up the pleasure in yourself, quickening the pace and then suddenly stopping without warning. Don’t work just to make yourself cum, but to make yourself feel good. It’s solely about the pleasure. Even if you never cum, and even if they buck their hips and pout, desperate to serve you and bring you to your climax, just remind them that it’s not their place to decide when or if you will cum.

Use them for pleasure for hours on end. Put on a movie and start grinding when your attention starts to wane. Play a game and slam your hips to let out your frustration. Work on a project and hold their head down as you try to concentrate on the task in front of you. If they’re offering themselves for your use, don’t give them up so easily; enjoy the time you spend using their holes.

Using someone as a fleshlight doesn’t just mean being able to push their body to the limits; it means having a precious toy for you to use without any thought. An item to drive your pleasure forward without need to regard what it might want. A fleshlight deserves to be properly played with, after all.

I want to feel the weight of their collar around my neck. This symbol of devotion, of submission, of ownership doubling as the perfect tool to move me around. Their fingers curling around the leather, brushing the column of my throat as they pull me closer, devour my lips on a passionate kiss. I want them to feel the breathless desperation of my panting, the fluttering of my pulse against their fingers, the rapid rise and fall of my chest. I moan as they drag me across the bed by my collar, pushing me down and into position. Ready to serve them exactly as they want me. I'm theirs, fully, totally, completely and this collar is a perfect symbol of that.