Captor K

K, 28, captor with a side of sadism -- taboo, hard kinks, all concepts posted are between consenting adults and are fantasy -- DNI under 21, ageless, MAPS/zoos/SHEDtwt/etc

practicing the way you'll bounce on your stalker, showing the hidden camera exactly what they want to see, and waiting for them to come take you. after all, waking up empty isn't any fun, is it?

tummy bulge. size comparisons. pressing down on your abdomen, reminding yourself of how deep you could feel them. reminiscing on it until you've worked yourself up and have to rut against the toys again

"You're so fucking mean." is the only thing that escapes your lips before you're bound, gagged, and filled. No rest until sunrise.

releasing you into the woods, five minute head start, bell on your anklet giving your position away. slow, methodical tracking. your heart races. eventual capture, thrusting into you to the beat of your heart as the adrenaline of the chase keeps you conscious.

"take your pick." ideas dropped into my drafts that simply haven't seen light-of-day yet. enjoy.

I will screenshot & dump drafts later before they're deleted. Perhaps I do it tonight or as tomorrow's post.

A pet in heat, told to please themselves on grinding toys. Led by collar and leash, a boot holding the toy in place, arms around their owner's calf to keep stable as their hips get to work.

taking advantage of them, with prior consent, and slipping them into subspace, pushing them further and further towards nonverbal, giving them the space they need to feel safe.

Matching the pace to their breath, and if they slow, if they let the adrenaline wear off, their pleasure is taken away. Artificially extending their warped sense of reality by manipulating their oxygen intake to make them light headed.

Refusing to collar an obedient pup until they act out so you can push them down where they belong and whisper "that's it, mutt" in their ear as the shock collar is clasped around their neck.

Thrusting into you, massaging the bulge in your throat, a gentle hand keeping your back arched. Mind numbing pleasure, unable to focus on just one thing at a time, ending up as a dripping set of holes by the end of the night.

Clicker training a sweet pet. Clicks for come, go, speak, treat. Reserving one click - one single sound - to signal permission for release.