Maddysdebaucheryandeatery - The Kitchen Of Gridlock

Don't let them step on you

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Please spank me because I've been a good girl puppy

It annoys me when people tell submissive "ohhh you're so obedient I wouldn't even bother locking you up, you're not gonna run away"

Like you're correct, but you're also missing the fucking point

relatable post

Reblogging for posterity

God I fucking wish I'd seen a video like this 5 years ago

i wanna play-fight with you but be genuinely overpowered. i wanna try my hardest to wriggle out of your grip on my wrists and hips and be utterly unable to escape. i wanna feel that fear of knowing you really could do whatever you want to me if you decide to. i’m completely yours to play with.

⚠️ CW: CNC, kidnapping, violence ⚠️

Proceed with caution.

I'm abstaining from everything for till 10 days. Becoming more and more deprived the longer it goes. My gf mentioned the desire to abduct me, and I just keep imagining more and more violent ways to do so. Getting my wrists zip tied and a bag thrown over my head and yanked into a trunk, screaming and fighting the whole time while actually it's hopeless and all the screaming does is make me seem more like prey. Losing my energy on the way to wherever they're taking me flailing in the trunk, till finally we get there, the car stops, I get one last burst of adrenaline only to get shoved back in and beaten till I give up. Sobbing. Oh, I know she likes it when I sob. I know she won't be able to resist taking advantage of me in this state. All limp and useless, crying like a little bitch. I'm literally asking for it, looking so weak and fragile. Of course, I'm prey. It's only natural for the small to get hunted. I hope she gets what she wants and keeps me alive... I hope she doesn't.

Sitting here getting my panties all tight and unable to do anything about it. Truly the most I've ever suffered.

Do we like headpats here?

you know that trans girl who you think is really cool? the one you think is cute and funny and insightful? ask her out. you have to ask her out. please. she needs this.

How It Starts

It’s innocent at first—just two trans girls sitting way too close, sharing mirrors and brushes, pretending this is just about eyeliner techniques and not about the way our hands keep lingering on each other’s skin. You tilt my chin up, fingers brushing my jaw, and I swear I forget how to breathe.

By the time we’re negotiating our little trade—you’ll teach me how to wing my liner if I do your dishes—the tension has already shifted. The touches last a little longer, the teasing gets a little bolder. The compliments start flowing, layered between giggles and stolen glances.

"Your lips look so soft with that gloss."

"Your skin is so smooth—I could touch it all day."

And then—

It’s in that moment, breath catching, fingers hesitating over soft, shivering skin, that we both realize:

Trans girls who get flustered when you compliment them are so cute, like…

And suddenly, one of us is saying it out loud. Come here so I can feel how hard you are.

The words hang between us, thick with heat, a teasing challenge wrapped in a promise. Eyes flicker, lips part, and suddenly, we’re not pretending anymore. The playful touches become something else—gravitational, inevitable.

One moment, we’re giggling over how clumsy we are at getting each other’s tops off, fingers fumbling over straps, buttons, fabric that suddenly feels far too complicated. The next, our laughter is swallowed by gasps and soft, desperate moans, mouths crashing together in messy, lip-gloss-stained kisses.

Fingers tremble against bare skin, tracing curves we’re still learning to love, gripping hips as we grind together, slowly, achingly, lost in the heat. The world outside doesn’t exist—just us, two desperate girls making up for every moment we were denied this kind of love before.

Breathless, needy, we praise each other between gasps. You’re doing so good. You feel so good. Hands roam, nails dig into soft flesh, and for once—just this once—there is no shame, no hesitation.

Just pleasure. Just warmth. Just us.