Cnc Fantasy - Blog Posts

She left the bathroom door open. An invitation. A challenge. Steam rolls out, thick and heavy, but it’s her scent that draws me in—sweet, needy, already waiting. I step inside, and there she is, standing under the shower, her hands gliding over her wet skin, pretending she doesn’t know exactly what she just did.

But I know.

I don’t say a word. I don’t need to. In three strides, I’m behind her, yanking her against me, letting her feel exactly what she’s done to me. She gasps, back arching, ass pressing into my cock, slick and ready. My hand snakes up, fingers wrapping around her throat, tilting her head back against my shoulder.

“You knew I’d come,” I growl against her ear.

She whimpers, nodding. That’s all I need. I shove her forward, pressing her against the cold tile, spreading her open. No teasing. No hesitation. Just one brutal thrust, and I’m inside—hot, tight, perfect pussy.

She cries out, hands scrambling for something to hold onto, but I don’t let up. I grip her hips and fuck her like an animal, like she’s mine to take, mine to fill. Because she is. Every slap of skin, every ragged moan, every desperate clench of her soaked cunt screams it.

She left that door open because she wanted this—wanted to be bred, claimed, ruined. And I give it to her, pounding her into the tile, dragging my teeth over her shoulder, leaving my mark.

Her legs shake first, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she comes, walls milking my cock, begging for more. I don’t stop, don’t slow. I grab her tighter, thrust deeper, chasing the only thing left—burying myself inside her and filling her up completely until she has no doubt she’s been fucking bred.

The second you step inside, I’m on you. I grab your wrist and yank you against me, my grip firm, my breath hot against your ear.

"You listened"

I murmur, my hand already sliding up your thigh, finding panties but just bare skin.

You shiver, but before you can react, I spin you around and shove your face against the wall, pressing my body hard into you. My hand grips your throat—not too tight, just enough to remind you who’s in control.

"You really walked around all day like this?"

I growl, my other hand slipping between your legs, fingers teasing, exploring your wet cunt.

"Nothing under that little skirt? Acting innocent while knowing exactly what you were doing?"

You whimper, pushing back against me, craving more. I chuckle darkly, yanking your hips back, forcing you into the position I want.

"Filthy slut,"

I whisper, my teeth grazing your earlobe. Then, without warning—SMACK. My palm lands hard on your ass, the sharp sting making you jolt. You gasp, but you don’t pull away. You want this.

Another slap. Then another. Harder this time. Your skin turns pink, then red, each strike making you tremble, making you more desperate.

"Look at you," I taunt, gripping your waist as I admire my work. "Dripping, squirming, needy." My fingers slide between your legs again, teasing your now soaked pussy.

"You wanted this all along, didn’t you?"

I grab your chin, tilting your face toward me, forcing you to meet my eyes.

"Now, beg to be used and fucked,"

I demand.

"Let me hear how much you love being put in your place."

"Come here, baby." I command, my voice deep, laced with intent. "Tell me what's been bothering you and don't stop until I tell you to."

You step closer, frustration in your eyes, the weight of your day heavy on your shoulders. But the moment my hands find you, warm with oil, gliding over your skin, you start to unravel.

I start slow—pressing deep into your muscles, working out every ounce of tension. Your words come in broken sentences, your mind trying to hold onto your thoughts, but my touch keeps pulling you away, deeper into me.

Then my hands slide lower between the thighs. My fingers stroke your pretty pussy in a soothing rhythm that makes you gasp, makes you move your legs part just a little more. You try to keep talking, try to stay in control, but the pleasure is drowning you now. With my other palm making a firm grip around your neck and holding you in place as I increase the intensity, I feel your breathing change, hips shifting and squirming, your hands grasping my bulge desperate for more. It's a pleasure to see you get needy whej you feel the pressure building inside you.

And I DON'T STOP. I work you open, deeper, rougher, until your mind is blank—until your only focus is how my fingers feel caressing your inside. Your stress? Your struggles? Forgotten. Right now, there’s only this. Only me, inside my pretty little bitch - Physically and Mentally.

I’m going to take you roughly—pin you down, wrap my hand around your throat, and watch the need in your eyes as you surrender to me. You don’t get to decide how or when—I do. I’ll fuck you like you were made for me, like your only purpose is to please me, make me cum, to be used until you’re trembling and spent. I want to hear you beg, feel you struggle, and know that no matter how much you resist, in the end, you’ll give in

As the tip of my cock rests against your cervix gently inside your tight ovulating pussy, a strong, deliberate final thrust sends the thick, velvety cum surging inside. The cervix opens up ever so slightly, for you to embrace the warmth of the filling as each load of potent semen from the throbbing cock overloads your uterine, till it's full. But then—too much. A sudden loss of control. The pressure builds, and when I finally pull out, the excess cum follows, spilling in a slow, indulgent stream of our mixed cum from your pretty quivering pussy. It glistens as it pools onto the bedsheet, a creamy, decadent mess—more than you intended, but oh, so tempting.

And just as your mind struggles to piece itself back together, I press a gentle kiss to your forehead—a final seal on this perfect breeding session.

The reason why men prefer missionary

The heart shape—soft curves meeting in perfect symmetry—mirrors the beauty of a woman’s butt, a timeless inspiration drawn from nature’s most alluring design.

She lets him clasp the metal around her wrists, the chains rest against her heated skin—a lover’s adornment, her jewelry for the night. Each clank echoes their desire, a symphony of restraint and release, power and surrender. As they fuck, the metal sings, marking every moment of pleasure with its sweet, forbidden melody.

Free

As nature wants it, the baby batter is meant to be pumped deep inside a sluts baby maker 💦

@shnyp

Owned in Every Way: The Intimacy of Missionary

When I take you in missionary, it’s not just about dominance—it’s about possession. My weight presses you into the bed, my hands keep you exactly where I want you, but it’s your eyes I claim the most. No turning away, no hiding—just you, fully open, fully mine. Every thrust reminds you who you belong to, and in that moment, there is no escape… only surrender.

One swift move and you're on your knees well aware of your worth taking on those well-deserved shots of hot cum

She arches before him, sleek and tense, her eyes filled with a quiet hunger only HE can satisfy.

Babygirl, here's a cute role-play idea ✨️

Let's pretend you're the moon and I'll be your Armstrong on a mission to explore your slutty craters till you're a pretty little wet mess begging to be dicked hard.

“Embrace your power. Dressing up in lingerie and being a SLUT for your DADDY isn't just a role-play; it’s a statement of your confidence, feminity, and allure. Wear it for yourself, and let him appreciate the woman you are.”

~ Anonymousbreeder

There is a theory and it's the instinct of women to submit to a man's desire for reproduction which leads to a sudden jump in testosterone production in the male. The testosterone boost makes the female more desirable and fornication which eventually leads to female ejaculation and successful breeding.

Date idea: You & me in this room.

Teasing her while she's ovulating ❤️

The urge to choke you and call you mine.

Something about making out while she strokes your dick and you finger her pussy is just magical.

Know that you are good enough and you deserve this delicious denial. Live you best life

edging/denial is a form of hedonism actually. maybe you don't get the quick satisfaction of an orgasm, but you spend so much longer just luxuriating in how good it feels to be so turned on, how good it feels to have someone else control your pleasure. Once you appreciate that pleasure for what it is, it almost feels selfish having someone take their time with you, prolonging that ecstasy. But it's important to unlearn that guilt and realize that if someone wants to deny you, then you deserve to be denied. You don't have to earn it. Just make sure to say thank you!

...can't fault that logic.

hii um. i like your blog. do you have any ideas for things to do to better corrupt oneself? any favorite mantras or videos?

Thank you I’m glad you enjoy! There are lots of good mantras and plenty of videos available online. I don’t have one go-to that I hand out to everyone who asks as it seems different individuals respond better to different stimuli. Rules are super helpful though. Set goals to make achievements on regular intervals. Unlocking new praise and titles as you corrupt yourself more and more is so fun.

Direct guidance with a trusty accountability partner can be so much more fulfilling and helpful though. Feel free to message directly or off anon for more of what I think.

Stay slutty, be safe, be good or be good at it

Being forced to wear a butt plug and/or a vibe every time we go out the entire time we’re out 😮‍💨so daddy can make me get used to something in my butt and the vibe to have me wet all the time so I’m easier to be daddy’s cocksleeve. Neeeed 🥵

He sits in his chair reading a new book.

I’m naked and tied next to him on the floor, drool dripping from my gagged mouth and onto my chest. The vibrator has been been pressed to my pussy for nearly an hour - switching off each time I near an orgasm.

He’s holding the vibrator remote, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. Keeping me on the edge of tears. The edge of sanity.

I whine through the gag. My desperate eyes on him, looking for relief and searching for mercy in his face.

He doesn’t look up. He turns the page of his book and the vibrator switches back on.

Relaxed. Clothed. Barely paying attention to me.

And yet, he is destroying my fucking world.

Don’t tell anyone.. This post may lead you to  be submissive.

You probably shouldn’t read this if you  give in  easily or don’t wish to  be submissive.

There, you’ve been warned. Reading this  may cause you to end up as my good little sub.

But lets be honest here, that is what you want now don’t you? If that is what  you truly want  you may keep reading..  Good girl. You like it don’t you. Did it feel good? or did it almost feel like a soothing voice whispering it in your ear while an idle finger deftly touches you in just that way you know delights. You don’t   want more  of it do you, but you are already looking for it, here let me give it to you..

Good girl.  You see love, it’s as if I know exactly what makes you tick, as if I know exactly what brings you here. This voice   inside you is unmistakable.

Perhaps you’re here to look for someone who will use you, make   you submit,   maybe you’re here to  read all these posts  and let your fantasies run wild or maybe you just find yourself lurking down this rabbit hole regularly as you   touch yourself   in bed, let me be that fantasy now. Let me guide your hand.  Good girl. That feels so good doesn’t it? Let go, give in to your fantasy as you lose yourself in the power of my words, enjoy it when you  feel helpless.  Feel how good it is inside to just  do as you’re told, chase those wonderful two words which have kept you going. You want it don’t you, you can see it coming up, careful now, don’t you rush. I want you to feel each word that leads up to it and the ecstasy that you know those words will bring you.

How much fun would this be

Think about getting IMMEDIATE validation for being a good free-use internet slut. Anal plug that briefly vibrates any time someone likes a post A little bullet that gives your clit a zap when someone reblogs Last but not least, a vibrating dildo that goes absolutely wild until your asks & DMs are answered.

It is OK.

You are OK. If you’re unsure about how far you let your kinks go.. If you surprise yourself how far your kinks go.. If you are still discovering new levels to your kinks.. You have no need to worry when you just take a moment to realize.. You’re trapped. You’ll always want this. It will probably only get worse. The more you fight it, the more your need for it gets stronger. The more you feel it getting stronger the more you feel you need it. Your body isn’t lying to you. This is who you really are.   Have an amazing day.