Having Zero Chance At Winning Has NEVER Stopped Me From Wrestling With A Dom

this blog has become so incest and ageplay heavy which I love but I am missing the violent painful terrifying side of my kinks

Mommy and I talked about breaking my ring finger and I can’t stop thinking about it. The way I’d always have a little ring shaped fracture written into my bones instead of a wedding ring. I want to devote myself to Fem irreversibly. To take a moment of pain and fear to please Fem. I want to feel the ache of my healing bones and know that one day I’ll make a greater sacrifice for Fem. When they find my body deep in the woods I want them to know I was Hers.

Fucking you in your childhood bedroom while you're calling me dad and begging me to cum inside you like how I made you

does the audience wish to hear about how much i miss mutual corruption. how much i miss slowly gathering the courage to be more open about the sort of disgusting shit that turns both of us on. realizing that we're more alike than we thought we were. joking messages turning into full-fledged fantasies that leave you lightheaded with want and grinding against your bed, thinking about them doing things to you that'd prooooobably warrant an arrest.

multiple people have told me they think I'd be really susceptible to joining a cult and I don't think they're wrong

Sorry for moaning and squirming a little when you snapped and threatened to kill me. Can you do it again

safewords don't have to feel safe and they don't have to mean what they sound like they should mean. they can be part of some beautiful mindfucks. what if every time you said "stop" or "red", it got worse? what if i had you covered in your own blood, snot, and tears, and you were so drunk on pain that you couldn't remember your own name?

what if i showed absolutely no signs of stopping even when you ran out of voice to scream with? what if the only way to make it stop was to grind your broken vocal cords together and gurgle out "please kill me"? no one could blame me for what i do next. you're asking for it. go on. "please kill me". it'll make it stop. that's your safeword.

look me in the eye and say it. ask me to kill you. how much do you mean it? how much do you trust me? enough to keep you safe? enough to decide when you should die? say it. "please kill me".

Sometimes I think about putting my age as 18 on apps to just see what creeps message bc I haven't been 18 in a while

"Wah nobody wants to dom anymore" Have you tried treating doms like people who you respect instead of pleasure dispensers?

Story time:

When I was in college I was the only one in the dorm with a car which made me VERY popular, but more importantly because I was so fucking down bad for my next door neighbor, I volunteered to drive her to church [literal actual baptist church my jewish ass had balls of fucking steel to walk into that bitch every week drooling after a hot femme lordt]

This went normal and fine for about three weeks until one time her roommate had a dude over and she was like "can I stay in your room tonight so I actually get some sleep before church 🥺?"

So I let her stay in my bed and well. Folks. She didn't sleep. But we DID play "how many orgasms does it take to make you pass out?" And it turns out the answer was 15 sometime around 3am the next morning. We obvi wake up RUSHINGGGGGGG to church the next morning, and when we arrive looking frazzled, the pastor looks her up and down and asks how she's doing and is she having a tough time with finals? And she just goes "no, I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night, we were studying." And the pastor goes "oh yeah, what are you studying for?"

And without missing a beat my dyke ass says "Bible Study."

If looks could kill, I think she would have ended me on the spot, but four hours later she was calling me god in the backseat of my car while I ate her out sooooooooo pretty sure the moral to this story is that pre-marital lesbian sex is fine as long as you can emotionally scar an old man in the process.