Latest Posts by droolerdaisy - Page 4

Hey girl, are you a hypnotist because I… I uh… keep… um… I o-obey. The fuck? I didn’t mean t-to say I obey…. I obey…. No, I obey… I…

I want to be made worse lmao Like yes please use the power i willingly gave you against me. Plus make me regret it <3

yes this is an open invitation

Being corrupted is transforming me into what I was too afraid to admit I always wanted to be

Is it so much to ask for someone to abuse me sexually all day so i cant think about how much i hate everything

Sick of masturbating i want someone to rail me until i cant see straight

ahhhhh thats literally me reoccuring dream....fuck me why cant this happen irl

Getting to know you. You wake to a blinding light searing into your eyes, a harsh beam that pierces through the fog of your groggy mind. Instinctively, your hand jerks upward to shield your face, but it catches mid motion, snagged by something tight and unyielding around your wrist. A quick, frantic glance down reveals your new reality: you’re naked, sprawled on a cold, hard surface, your skin prickling against the chill. Ropes bite into your flesh, taut and expertly knotted, pinning your arms above your head and your legs splayed wide.

Footsteps echo in the dimness beyond the light, deliberate and unhurried. Your pulse hammers as a shadow looms closer, resolving into a man — tall, lean, his face slightly obscured by the glare. You don’t know him, not really, but flashes of memory come crashing in: a man from the coffee shop who stared too long, a figure lingering outside your apartment, the faint creak of your floorboards late at night. You’d dismissed it as the house settling, but context clicks everything into place: he not just some creep. He’s your stalker, and he's brought you here — wherever here is — for this.

“You’re awake,” he says, his voice calm, clipped, like a doctor noting a patient’s chart. He adjusts the light — a portable lamp rigged on a stand — tilting it so it bathes your body in an unholy glow. “Good. I was starting to wonder if I’d misjudged the dosage.”

You thrash against the ropes, your muscles straining, but they don’t give an inch. “Let me go,” you snarl, your voice raw with fear and defiance. “Let me go, you sick fuck!”

He doesn’t flinch. Instead, he pulls a notebook from his pocket, flipping it open with a flick of his wrist, and jots something down with a pen he clicks twice — each sound a tiny gunshot in the silence. “Hostility noted,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “Expected, given the circumstances.”

He steps closer, and you catch the faint scent of antiseptic clinging to him, mingling with something muskier, more human. He’s not frantic or wild eyed like you’d expect from a madman. No, he’s methodical, his movements precise as he sets the notebook on a small metal table beside you. On it, you glimpse an array of objects — glossy, sleek, some buzzing faintly already — your breath catches in your throat.

“I've been waiting to study you up close,” he says, picking up a slim, curved vibrator. “I hope you understand — some things you just can’t learn without…hands on experience.”

You grit your teeth, twisting your hips away as he kneels between your bound legs. “Don’t touch me,” you hiss, but your voice wavers, betraying the tremor in your core as he presses the device against your inner thigh, letting it hum there, teasingly close but not yet where you dread — and, shamefully, half anticipate — he’ll take it.

He tilts his head, observing you like a specimen under glass. “Resistance is encouraged. It'll help us establish a baseline for your collapse.” With a flick of his thumb, the vibrations increase, and he drags it upward until it grazes your clit. The jolt is immediate — sharp and unwanted — but your body betrays you, a gasp slipping past your lips before you can choke it back.

“No,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut, willing your nerves to deaden, to ignore the heat pooling within. You clench your fists, nails digging into your palms, a desperate anchor against the rising tide. But he’s relentless, adjusting the angle, pressing harder, and the sensation builds too fast, a wave you can’t outrun.

“There it is,” he says, his tone almost reverent as your thighs tremble despite your fight, the first orgasm of the night flowing through you. “First peak at… fifty seven seconds. Remarkable sensitivity.” He scribbles in his notebook, the scratch of pen on paper maddeningly loud. “Outside of expected bounds.”

Shame burns hotter than the pleasure, and you glare at him, tears forming in your eyes. “Fuck you,” you spit, voice shaking. But he doesn’t smile, doesn’t gloat. He just nods, setting the vibrator aside and reaching for something else — small, metallic, glinting. Nipple clamps.

“Let’s introduce a new variable,” he says, and before you can brace yourself, he fastens one to your left nipple, the pinch sharp and insistent. You yelp, arching against the ropes, and he watches, unblinking, as your body try to adjust.

“Pain threshold seems moderate,” he mutters, attaching the second clamp. The dual sensation — sting and throb — makes your head spin, and when he tugs lightly on the chain connecting them, a moan escapes you, unbidden and humiliating.

You bite your lip hard, tasting blood, trying to focus on the pain, on anything but the way he’s unraveling you piece by piece. He picks up another toy — a thicker, ridged dildo this time — and coats it with lube from a bottle on the table. “I need to test internal responses,” he says, as if explaining a lab procedure, and then he’s pressing it against your cunt, pushing in slow but firm, ignoring your choked protest.

Your body resists, then yields, and the stretch is overwhelming, filling you in a way that’s both invasive and maddeningly good. You thrash again, weaker now, your strength sapped by the relentless assault on your senses. He works it deeper, methodical, watching your face, your chest, the way your muscles clench and release.

“Stop — please,” you rasp, but it’s a plea you barely believe yourself, your hips twitching traitorously as he finds a rhythm. The pressure builds again, and when he angles it just right, brushing some spot inside you that lights up your nerves, you shatter. Your cry echoes off unseen walls, your vision blurs, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth as your head lolls back.

“Fascinating,” he says, pulling the toy free with a wet squelch that makes you flinch. “Second peak at…” he checks his watch, “two minutes, twelve seconds. You’re… efficient.” He wipes it clean with a cloth, his hands steady, clinical, while you lie there, limp and buzzing, your mind fraying at the edges.

It continues like this, as hours blur into a haze of sensation — clamps tightened, toys swapped, his voice a constant drone of observation. “Clitoral overstimulation after seven peaks… anal elasticity exceeding projections… vocalization increasing with fatigue…” You fight, you really do — twisting, cursing, pleading — but each climax drags you deeper, until your thoughts are a jumbled mess. You’re numb yet hypersensitive, drooling, glassy eyed, reduced to a creature of pure reaction.

He steps back at last, notebook full, his expression one of quiet triumph as he looks on at your exhausted body. “You’re a marvel,” he says, almost tender, as he adjusts the light one final time, leaving you trembling in its glare.

“Of course, I’ll need to replicate these results tomorrow. For accuracy.”

Take me to a hotel

and fuck me in every corner of the room

fuck me on the balcony

fuck me in the hallway

fuck me in the elevator

fuck me in the pool

fuck me in the lobby and try and not get caught

You’re art, I’m a collector - and I’ve never been one to obey ‘do not touch’ signs.

i really wanna do this....

cockwarm me with your throat while i play games with my friends?? 🥰

the way i just want to be passed around in a group of friends and used like a cumdump and a dumb little toy because that’s just who i am

I realize that if she told me to do something....id do it in a heartbeat. She drives me insane and I fucking love it. I haven't ever felt this way before. I quite literally am so devoted to her ahhh. If she told me that we were having sex in public id be so embarrassed but she told me to so I'm doing it! She wants me to go fuck this other person while she watches? Yes ma'am! No questions asked. She likes that I'm on here being a slut and being a little perv. I will do anything for her

I honestly am thinking about her fucking me on her cock so much and my brain just shuts down because we've been doing it for so long

I love her so fucking much~ hehe

Is it bad that I want her to be my stalker that is obsessed with me? Follows me everywhere? Leaves hidden cameras in my room and touches herself while she watches me sleep? Steals my panties to get off to? Eventually breaks into my home with a mask and fucks me while telling me how long she's been waiting for this? Forces me to take her strap over and over again until I fully give in? Maybe kidnaps me and makes me her housewife? Yes? Okay sorry I'll shut up...

Awww! There you go little pet! You're starting to come to again! Good morning~

Hehehehehehehe... What do you mean, "where am I?" You're in my holding cell! Oh, wait, of course you forgot, you were all drugged up to make sure of that... Duh! Hehehehe...

Oh, little pet, don't cry. Your life is going to be sooo much better with me, y'know? I'll make sure you're collared and leashed at all times, like you always wanted!

Now, we need to make sure you can take all of me, so open up little pet! We've got experiments to run~

Such a good little girl

im blushing- You think so? I really try to be...unless I need to be reminded why I should be a good girl. Then you may need to use some force. But other then that id love to do anything for whose in charge of me. <3

I just realized that I've always had this obsession of being tied up and being grabbed at. Like before I realized what bsdm was I had this recurring dream where I was tied up and strapped to a table. I didn't know where I was but I had this light being shoved in my face. This random person's hands were touching me. Then I somehow broke out and then was being dragged back in and I was fully nude. Anyone wanna ramp up that dream and make it real?

I love dirty nasty pervs! Tell me all your dirty secrets and fantasies!!! My anonymous box is empty and I need it filled I wanna read everything and cum to it

im so tired when I get homeeeeee...why can't someone just take my brain and thoughts away T-T

Meeeee literally me

My type>>>>

You should keep your doors unlocked, it's a safe neighborhood after all...

Truee you aren't wrong. I would be a shame if someone broke in will ill intentions. I would have to fight them...to bad if they won.

home alone today and I'm just sitting in the dark waiting to fall asleep like...damn I'm super vulnerable and anyone could just break in. Is it bad I'm thinking about it? lol

need some people saying filthy things in my asks NOOOOWWWWWW!!!!

(pretty please?🥺)

It's the mental fight that I have to go through to either be an obedient little girl that will do anything for you or fight you like a brat that needs to be tamed every single time I'm feeling it

How precious! It would be fun to blur those boundaries - find you somewhere out in public and spark up a conversation but not reveal who I am.

Send you dms to get you all worked up and needy, desperately squirming as you tried to conceal your desperation, watching you try to maintain your innocent public facade at the same time I'm secretly breaking it down...

Ahhhh~ thats not fair at all...I can't say I'm opposed to it at all. Though it might be kinda bad if one day I start acting really icky in public..

Such a precious girl! You come across pretty innocent irl?

>_< lets just say you wouldn't be able to tell I'm acting like this on the internet if you saw me irl

rb this post if you’re a nsfw blog who’s trans/nb friendly!!

If you make me horny enough ill be completely at your mercy.

if u play with my boobs long enough I become a drooling slut btw. just so everyone knows

Need one of those chairs with a built-in dildo. Just imagine, you call your friends over for dinner and place the chair along with the other normal chairs in the dining room. You make me wear a skirt with no panties and force me to sit all the way down in the dildo chair. Your friends arrive for dinner and sit right across from me, completely oblivious I'm sitting on a dildo as to others and, it looks like a normal chair I'm sitting on. I almost make it through the night without anyone noticing until you suddenly slip a vibrator inside my skirt on max and place it on my clit which causes me to cum with a loud moan right in front of your friends. I look up, expecting them to be shocked only to see them stroking their cocks. Turns out they knew from the beginning. I look at you, wanting an answer only to see you grinning and I realize you were prepping me for a long night all along.