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Happy new year to all my love slave sissy and slut💋🥰💋 mommy is back 🔥❤️🔥🔥💋🥰💋
Lucky chastity cage, looking for more puppies 🥰 who wanna join us 😈😍
A sissy’s journey has to start somewhere and a few “moves” is as good a place as any! @dommashley3
I’m Mistress Ashley….. looking for sissy to train……
Training mit zwei Herrinnen. Liebs.
Erst bläst du ihn richtig Nass und dann darfst du dich bücken.
Heute geht es dem dauergeilen Wichser @dommashley3 an den Sack!
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WELCOME TO THE DEVOURING VOID
Come, come, do not be shy. Let me pique your curiosity and captivate your mind for but a moment. Do not fear sinking deeper into the warmth of the ravenous void.
In this wonderful realm of fantasy and depravity, the depths of the void take root, take hold, grasping tight to the dripping mind. So I ask this of you...
Understand the fantasy through which the void takes hold. Understand that I am here to explore and grow, not to harm and hurt. Understand that if what I create here is not for you, you can merely block and move on. Please do not report my personal space.
Oh, and as I'm sure is clear, but to lay it out clearly, this is an 18+ space.
Now then, should you truly wish to know more of me and my space, do be a dear and expand this post, let your eyes wander and take in all that I have written.
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WHO IS "VOID" More than a mere name.
As someone who often found himself disliking his birth-name, but unable to find a befitting replacement, I almost exclusively go by aliases outside of family and work. In this wonderful online world, I have chosen to go by "Void."
But who is Void?
I am quite a private person, but that does not mean I will not share. Born male, I still identify as male, but I often question being clumped with a group I often find disdain for the vocal minority of. I am in my late twenties, encroaching thirty this very year, but at times I find my mind clings to the past. Through my explorations I have learned much about myself, but for the purpose of this post I will say this much: I am dominant, with little interest in acting submissively. As far as I've learned, I am pansexual. I find myself often teetering in my mind between monogamy and polyamory, but I return time and time again to the concept of twisting multiple sweet little dolls as one. And for the sake of transparency, I have learned in the past year that I have unknowingly lived my life to this point with autism, which certainly was a shake-up to hear, and yet so understandable. As such, while communication is a key in this world, I do struggle with it and with burnout more than I'd like.
Beyond that, I find that words hold extreme power in this world. Words twist reality to the speaker's will. Words reshape images through desire. Words bind and connect.
All that aside, I do greatly enjoy speaking with others, so do not be shy, do not hesitate, you're more than welcome to contact me however you wish.
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WHAT DOES THE DEVOURING VOID DESIRE The devouring void is ravenous, and as such, it desires all.
Through many years of self exploration and experimentation, I have found my desires grow and flourish. My mind has become as the rushing rapids of a river, etching away rock over time to uncover more through a constant flow.
As such, know that there is a wide range of kinks and fantasies which may be showcased even in small forms in this space.
Below is a not-so-little snippet of the fantasies which, at one time or another, capture my attention. For convenience, this list has been put in alphabetical order, with the top 5 bolded & italicized, the next 5 of the top 10 bolded only, and the next 5 of the top 15 italicized only.
AH3GAO
BD/SM (GENERAL)
BLOOD PLAY
B0DY MARKING / BRUISING
B0DYWRITING
BONDAGE
BRAINWASHING / HYPN0SIS
BRAT (SUB FIGHTING BACK IN ANY MEANS)
BR3ATH PLAY / CH0KING
BR33DING
BUKK4KE
CNC / R4PE PLAY
C0RRUPTION
CUM-DUMP
D4CRYPHILIA (CRYING)
DI4PERS / PULL-UPS / 0MUTSU
D0LLIFICATION
EDG1NG
EN3MA
EXHIBITI0NISM / PUBL1C PLAY
G4GGING (USE OF G4GS)
G4GGING (ON OBJECT)
G4NG-“R4PE”
“G00D GIRLS MAKE M0RE G00D GIRLS”
HAR3M
INT0XICATI0N PLAY
KNIF3 PLAY
M3NDLESSNESS
NYL0N / PANTYH0SE
OBJECT INSERTI0N
OBSESSI0N
ORG4SM CONTROL / ORG4SM DENIAL / FORCED ORG4SMS
OVERSIZ3D INSERTI0N
OVERSTIMULATI0N
“PR3Y” ST4LKING / HUNT1NG
R3MOTE T0YS
RIPP3D CL0THING
RITU4LISTIC PLAY
RUINATI0N
SC4T / M3SSING
SCH00LGIRLS
SHIB4RI / R0PE PLAY
SM4CKING / SL4PPING / HITT1NG
STR3TCHING / G4PING / S1ZE TR4INING
TATT00S
TENT4CLES
THR33S0MES / F0URS0MES / M0RES0MES
V0MIT
W4TER-BASED PLAY (IN POOL / HOT-TUB / UNDERWATER)
W4TERSPORTS / P1SS PLAY
W4X PLAY
W3TTING / OMOR4SHI
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HOW DOES VOID LIKE TO PASS THE TIME Why, by spinning words, of course.
I find great enjoyment in writing short stories which focus on any number of the depraved little concepts listed above.
These stories will be posted here in due time, so if you're curious and can't find them, merely come and ask.
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DNI The Do-Not-Interact information.
Now... I think everyone here is well aware that in this day and age, clearly denoting your "DNI" requirements is a must right along-side your age, but I've noticed some lists get extremely long, so I'll keep mine short, sweet and to the point...
DNI IF...
You are not of legal age of consent.
You have a hate-filled heart.
You are a p3d0 by any name/term.
You are "x-phobic" (Where x is homo, trans, xeno, etc.)
You cannot separate depraved fantasy from amoral reality.
And again, please do not go reporting me, I am not here to cause harm and I ask you not cause me harm in return. Simply block and move on if you are not fond of what I have to offer.
h-holy shit u look gorgeous >|\\\\\\\\\\< im so glad 2 b ur plaything!!!!
Took some pics for Easter Sunday for you all!
@cuckhubbyuk
a sweet innocent looking pretty girl 🤝 getting violently fucked for hours
@cuckhubbyuk
wearing no panties around the house 24/7 so u can bend me over and breed me whenever you'd like :3
I get distracted easily hehe
Abso-fucking-lutely
“No no, your bimbo brain didn’t understand, the goal isn’t for you to not cry! I won’t stop UNTIL you’re crying!…..now show me those tears”
I want to watch you while you hump your pillow, rubbing your little pussy against it with no thoughts in that empty head of yours, with my thumb in your mouth, until I say stop.
This is something I miss the most about having a sub, was the absolute obedience. I want a tit pic? It'd get here within minutes, regardless of where she was. I told her to leave the house wearing something specific instead of her preferred outfit? She'd wear nothing else.
Nowadays, women are too concerned about their reputation or maintaining a "normal" life to fully submit, it feels. What I'd give for a completely obedient sub once more.
This reminded me of an ex i had that used to make me take videos of myself doing hvmiliating tasks and send them to him every.single.day 😵💫😵💫😵💫 (he was so bad for me, ughh I miss him so much😖)
Yes Sir
You're my good little girl, aren't you.
You're going to be a perfect little doll for me, no?
Very tempted to take up hiking…..
Kink: Breeding & CNC
Place: Nature Trail
I wanna see what you come up with...
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The path narrowed the deeper we went, the trees closing in like silent witnesses. The air was thick with the scent of pine and anticipation. You walked ahead, trying to act casual, pretending you didn’t know what was coming. But I saw the way your fingers twitched, the subtle glance over your shoulder, like prey pretending not to be hunted.
You didn’t scream when I grabbed you. Maybe you didn’t want to. Maybe you were hoping I would.
Your back hit the tree, moss soft against your skin as I forced your legs apart. You pushed back at first, a weak protest, your breath shaky, but your body betrayed you the moment my hand slid between your thighs because i feel what a mess you made in your panties. It’s so wet that it drips down of my finger.
“Say stop,” I said. You didn’t. So I didn’t.
The sound of fabric tearing, the echo of your moans swallowed by the forest. My hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, just enough to remind you who you belong to. And then I was pushing my fingers inside your wet pussy, claiming what was already mine.
Fast. Brutal. Necessary.
You whimpered when I filled you, but it wasn’t pain. It was that sweet, dizzying mix of fear, pleasure, and the raw need to be used. To be bred. Right here, against a tree, knees shaking, legs spread, dripping for me.
When it was over, you leaned your head back and smiled, your lips trembling. The trail stretched out behind us like nothing had happened. But your body would remember.
If you’re into BDSM and a:
- Slave
- Sub
- Submissive
- Brat
- Toy
- Cherub
- Goddes
- Master
- Sir
- Mistress
- Lord
- Queen
- King
- Dom
- Dominant
- Sir / Ma‘am
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-❌ tds @the-dominant-script
This. I crave this.
Exploring the Depths of Control...
Sometimes, I like to picture what it would feel like to have all control over someone, not just their body, but their mind. The way power could shift with just a single word, the way submission becomes a form of pleasure and surrender. It’s intoxicating, isn't it?
There’s something undeniably thrilling about knowing when they’ll beg, when they'll squirm under the weight of their own desires. I don’t just want to play in this space, I want to own it. To take what’s mine and leave a mark, unseen but always felt.
It’s not just about physical control, it’s the mind games, the teasing, the way every word and every touch can bring someone to their knees without them even realizing. The beauty of trust in those moments of vulnerability, of knowing exactly how to break them down, piece by piece, until all they crave is to please.
I want to find those who get this. Who know the depth of devotion it takes to surrender, and the strength it takes to command. If you’re someone who’s ready to explore this world with me, let’s get lost in it together.
If you’re a true submissive, you know how sweet that control feels. And if you’re a Dom, you know how much more satisfying it is when they crave it just as much as you do.
Are you a fuck toy who wanna be used all day as I please? 😈 DM me. ✅
you were full of righteous fury after a frustrating day at work. you'd spent the entire day dealing with unnecessary garage created by idiots who thought themselves your better. you were home now, but your anger wasn't fading as it should.
I took our conversation to the bedroom subtly, though it was more of you railing against the world and Me nodding. you were so engrossed in your agitation that you didn't even take notice as I pulled a few things from the "box" under the bed.
As you took a breath, ready to start another tirade, My hand shot up to clasp your neck. you slapped it away.
"Not the time." you said with authority that you simply did not have in our dynamic.
My hand grasped your neck again, but this time it was forcing you backwards abd your arms were too busy trying to catch yourself to try to slap it away. you hit the wall and rage flashed in your eyes as you tried to remove My hand, but My grip was firm and your arms were helpless to remove it. you squirmed and I slapped you, hard, in the face. you froze, stunned for a moment in indignation, but it was only going to get worse. The ball gag was forced into your mouth and pulled tight in one deft movement.
I pinned your arms to the wall as you screamed into the rubber, but your protests were muffled and felt belittling.
"Shut. Up." I ordered. I was calm but this was not a request. you stopped.
I grabbed your hair and dragged you to the bed. you clawed, raking marks in My skin that I ignored. They'd heal. you pounded, certain to leave bruises but likely hurting your fists more than My body. I tossed you to the bed and you rolled away, but I dragged you back by your ear.
"Don't fucking move." I hissed. you froze.
I removed your clothes and used you. Mercilessly I used you in whatever way I saw fit. I was not gentle. I pinched, punched, pulled, slapped, bent, and bit until My frustration with your attitude that you brought home was sated.
you were crying. Balling. But it wasn't because of Me. your frustration finally spilled over into My hopeless, emotional sub who needed to mourn the events of the day. you cried and I held you. you'd bottled everything up and I'd smashed the bottle against the wall when I pinned your arms to it. All that was left was the soft fizz after the violence of the explosion was spent.
"Good girl, My little rebel." I soothed. Let's go have dinner. you nodded, put on your robe, and followed quietly to the kitchen. you watched My heels with your head bowed and matched the rhythm of My steps.
Losing to boys creates conflict. Losing to Master creates peace.
just wanna be groped in public by a bunch of random men- touches that could at first be considered accidental but end up with one of them ripping my pantyhose just to touch my cunt.
