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leder-fotograf · 2 days

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#boots #stiefel #men in leather #leather boots #leather #leather men #leathergay #uniform #master slave #bluf

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rhea-sunshine · 8 months

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It started as innocent fun

But the deeper he sunk his teeth into her the more she craved his control- needed it. His voice bounced around her mind and behind her glassy eyes was nothing but thoughts of his grip. The grip he had over her. Over her mind. He had slowly inched his way into every fiber of her being. It was almost effortless for him to make her into his perfect little toy.

He stood behind her as she prepped herself for the day. He loved watching her make herself up. She glowed before she started and he was always sure to note that. But there was always something that shifted in her when she finishes that last coat of mascara. She looks at herself the way he does when his mind races about their time together. “Here” he stated as his hand swiftly grabbed something from her makeup bag. “Try it”. He handed her a lipstick that she had forgotten about. Slowly she grabbed the tube from him chuckling under her breath. The tube read “just bitten” on the bottom making the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Put it on sweet girl. I think you might like it” her eyes caught his lustful gaze in the mirror, still smirking. He slightly raised his left eyebrow and the smile melted from her face. He meant it. She leaned into her reflection slowly and methodically began to apply the candy apple red lipstick.

He brushed her hair off of her shoulder and leaned in closely “So pretty for Master” the words fell from his lips and grazed her ear. A wave of pleasure rushed down her spine and then back up landing in her throat. “Yes Master. So pretty for you”.

“Good fucking girl!” His voice almost a growl.

It only took this one interaction to solidify how much she loves making herself up for her Master. She was, after all, prettier this way.

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ephedrathirsts · 1 year

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Sire Bonds

Synopsis: You are sire-bonded to the bloodthirsty, coldhearted, no humanity trybrid Hope Mikaelson. As your love for her increases so does her destain for you.

Contains: mentions of blood, assault, sexual content, dom!Hope x sub!reader, semi MasterxSlave relationship, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, degradation, feeding, aged up characters

Pairings: No Humanity!Hope Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Author's note- This is the first time I am posting any of my works so please be kind! Also if you have any feedback on what could be improved I would very much appreciate it!

Word count- 980

The breeze was swishing fallen cherry blossoms playfully in cadence with an Elvis Presley song, whining out into the automobile. The sun was adorning your reflection in the rearview mirror. Primroses, crocuses and pulmonarias mixed with almonds, amber, and musk tickled the senses. A bare path uncovered, secured away between country cottages. Days of damp grass, lounging under the sun’s caress and fingers laced with the promise of forever danced before your eyes.

You soaked up her silhouette, marveling at her beauty. She was all leather and rips, edges and nicks. Although at first glance she appeared the same, she had morphed into a cruel, ruthless beast. Hope, the one that drew out your blood and feasted on your flesh, leaving you to wilt and wither, had captured your mind, chained your heart to hers.

She had never meant to have you and neither to keep you. You were to be a convenience, a warm artery for her to pierce and suck dry, but yet you had more to supply. You rose up again with a sudden thirst set deep within and her name on your lips. Unbeknownst to her, she had turned you. You were now a knight walker, cursed to roam the Earth beside her until the dawn of time.

You were engrossed by her, obeying all of her commands, without wishing for anything in return. You lived to serve her- a slave of blood and amour.

As you were passing by specks of houses on the road, you smiled to yourself, looking out at the life awaiting you. Hope let go of the steering wheel and dragged you by the jaw, extracting pained gasps out of you.

"I can hear you thinking. Stop being so joyful or I’ll throw you out onto the pavement. " She spat through gritted teeth, discarded you, and took hold of the wheel again. "You haven’t made any progress with controlling your powers. A useless pet is of no need to me! " She eyed her passenger with detest.

Your back hit the seat with a thud. You had disappointed her; you were unworthy of her care and love. No matter how much you tried, you would never be deserving of her affection. You turned away ashamedly and peered at your wrist- the Mikaelson crest marked onto it and circled your skin with your thumb in a soothing manner.

The day peeled off lazily from the sky, making way for constellations to glisten down on you. You had arrived home, a slender province chalet. Fireflies were buzzing busily around the patio, flickering over grapevine leaves. The air was ripe with whiffs of rain and weeds. The stone-clothed trail illuminated the moon’s indolent glow. You followed your mistress through the mahogany door.

"I want my dinner and a glass of red." Hope declared yawnfully. She made her way to the ottoman in the middle of the rustic room and put her feet up. You poured her a glass of Tempranillo and put it down on the iron tray next to her. You crawled to her on the cushioned seat, pulled your hair back and offered her your neck.

She scoffed at you. "You want me to feed off of you again, feed off of my own blood! Do you take me for a mere narcissist? " You glanced up at her apologetically, tears weighing your eyes at her vicious rejection. You laid your head atop her knees. She stroked it softly and sipped on her drink. "You are so pathetic, aren’t you?" You nodded in agreement.

"Stand up! Face me!" she pulled onto a strand of your hair and whispered stringently into your ear. You followed her command with anticipation of what's to come.

The trybid caressed your cheek and pulled you in close to her. She brushed your bottom lip with the pad of her thumb and kissed you gently. Her tongue slithered into your mouth, forming patterns with yours. She bit on your swollen lip, making you whimper. Pushing your hair back, she planted wet open-mouth kisses from your jaw, down your neck and collarbone. She sucked on your skin, feeling you shiver in pleasure under her touch.

Hope’s hands landed on your hips, one creeping up your breasts. She undressed you from the waist up and pushed you down on your back, leaving lines of saliva over your stomach as she was gliding her tongue up and down your body. You moaned when you felt her nibbling on your nipple and pinching the other.

"You enjoying yourself, gorgeous?" she chuckled arrogantly.

"Mhm… I want you so bad…" is all you could muster.

"Good." Hope reached down to your zipper and found her way to your dripping cunt. "God, you are so wet already."

She kissed you again, passionately, while inserting three of her fingers inside your core. You gasped in ecstasy. The girl thrusted her hand in and out of you, stretching you out, and played with your clit.

You bit down on your lips to stifle your moans. You were a mess- body shaking and twitching as your mistress toyed with you. You tightened around her digits, your cunt pulsing feverishly with each and every pump.

"It would make me very happy if you were to coat my fingers with your cum." Hope purred seductively. You looked up into her eyes as you started to feel your release wash over you. You screamed and groaned, colliding rapidly with Hopes’s hand.

The trybrid flashed her fangs and bit your neck, treating herself to a well-deserved diner. You whined in pain and pleasure, closing your eyes and gripping the sides of the ottoman hard. Fireworks flashed before you as you squirted all over her fingers.

Hope detached her mouth from your bleeding neck and grabbed your throat forcefully. "This didn’t mean anything to me and neither do you." She squeezed hard, let go of you unamusedly, stood up, and made her way out of the room.

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saintbryde · 5 months

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Did I mention there’s a cozy seggs shop? 🎄🍆

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r4pe-cow-1998 · 6 months

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I have made it 22 days without cumming or touching myself....

#denial #cow813 #master slave #corruption kink

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leder-fotograf · 4 months

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#boots #stiefel #men in leather #leather boots #leather men #leathergay #leather #uniform #master slave #bluf

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cashmasternolm · 1 year

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This beta slave came crawling back, as usual. It can't seem to get enough of me. The more money it sends the more of its manhood belongs to me, and the more information it gives me the closer it is to never being able to escape. Soon everything will belong to me, its paycheck, its home, its dignity, its ability to feel pleasure beyond sending and obeying.

It can go on pretending it isn't what it truly is but it keeps crawling back, so we both know what it is, and who it truly belongs to. I love this feeling of power. Im hard just writing this.

Any of you betas want an owner that will take everything from you just because I can, because I dont care about you at all...if you want a man to get your information then blackmail you with it...dm me now. I look forward to breaking you down piece by piece.

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yourslaveheart · 1 year

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The next chapter of my new series is out now! 'Used Jock' sees our slave jock going deeper than ever. Having just returned from an intense training session, his Master plans to take him further.

https://mybook.to/UsedJock

#gay fiction #bdsmfiction #master slave #gay writing

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liittlebluelotus · 4 days

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Attempting to upload for the third time...

#mine #me #personal #tattoos #girls with tattoos #pnw #seattle #girls who smoke weed #alt girl #stoner #master slave #couple

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gothpetgirl · 7 months

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#bd/sm master #master #master slave #gor #gorean #john norman #gor dymanic #gorean girl #gorean slave #gor master #gor novels

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redvinylkitty · 2 months

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Victo-Weenie

"I may or may not have been ledge talking the night before my hernia surgery, however, just because I am curled up in a ball frightened the night before something scary doesn't mean I won't do it. It just means I'm cocooned up seeking comfort. And, usually, being a kitty-type human.. It's in a blankie.

I went to sleep that night and you know what? Yes, I was absolutely mortified about going to the hospital and staying there. I didn't wanna go. Why would I wanna go? No good ever comes out of going to the hospital for me. The good stuff doesn't happen when you go to the hospital, the good stuff happens when you leave the hospital. So that's what I did. I made a plan for leaving..."

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#red vinyl kitty #major surgery #hospital stay #hospital #Master Pravus #disability #feeding tube #GJ Tube #master slave #m/s couple

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cashmasternolm · 10 months

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Sir, may I serve you, please?

Tribute to prove you are serious then DM me. Lets see if you can follow instructions first.

#cashfag #cash fag #cash master #bd/sm master #alpha muscle #master slave #gay dom/sub #gay dom top #gay domination

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liittlebluelotus · 4 months

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