https://littlewitchlynx.mataroa.blog/blog/nr-29-smut-power-over-pain/

She grabbed the remote, put her finger on the button, and hesitated. She hadn’t thought about it for quite some time now, hours actually. Would it be right, would it be okay to just do this out of nowhere? But … that was the point of toys, wasn’t it. That was just why it wore it.

#lnxkink

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A little thing lying on the floor, shaking slightly as it turns the key hidden beneath long, dark robes.
A large model, bewitched by its creator to heal from any damage, any sign of attrition. Not a perfect imitation but enough to create a tiny illusion of what it resembles, if only through the hat it wears.
A parting gift from an owner who wouldn't give what it desired but still took pity on the poor thing before turning it away.

#EmptySpaces #lnxkink

https://littlewitchlynx.mataroa.blog/blog/nr-28-smut-violent-no-title/

On the floor, hands behind your back, your feet shackled to a metal ring using crude metal chains while a leash, likewise metallic, connects you to my hand.

#lnxkink

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https://littlewitchlynx.mataroa.blog/blog/nr-26-smut-a-taste-of-power-through-blood/

One last tug secures the chains to a hook on the floor while the click of a padlock audibly finishes the job. Smiling she stands up, looking at her work. Hands tied behind its back, secured to the floor with cold, heavy metal chains on its naked skin along with its feet, forced to sit on its knees one way or another.

#lnxkink

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(yes I know I have a page but I want to dedicate myself to it and this isn't dedication this is "exercise", getting into spaces again, and I don't wanna spam.)

Anyway:

With one hand you grab its chin from behind, pressing its face upwards with no small force so you can look it directly in the eyes, take in every single outburst of emotion, of purified fear while it kneels in front of you.

#lnxkink

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A white circle drawn with chalk on the floor, a star in the middle. She gets up, smiling softly at her doll she asks “you know where to go?”. Little Aya nodded. They’ve been doing this for years now, the same ritual every night. And each time it looked forward to it.
Every morning after she got up she would create its body of shining, fragile porcelain, in just the way they agreed.

#lnxkink #EmptySpaces

“Selecting a shell to form its new body is an important choice.”

Lowering her hand to beneath its neck, caressing her training-doll she picked for this specific lesson she watches her student, an eager little thing.

“After all, it will affect not only its durability and functions. It influences every single way it interacts with its surroundings.

#lnxkink #EmptySpaces

“Selecting a shell to form its new body is an important choice.”

Lowering her hand to beneath its neck, caressing her training-doll she picked for this specific lesson she watches her student, an eager little thing.

“After all, it will affect not only its durability and functions. It influences every single way it interacts with its surroundings.

#lnxkink #EmptySpaces

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A gasp for air, desperate and heavy. Still firmly pulling its hair while grabbing its neck she released it, allowing it to breathe for just a sweet, few seconds. Before shoving its already wet and dripping face into the sink yet again. Watching its completely passive body she starts smiling. Finally. She had commanded it to give itself up entirely, to shut down everything else. It at last seemed to comply.

#lnxkink #EmptySpaces

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“Miss?” A word pushes itself through the sobs. A word filled with fear and mental overload. She lifts her head, slowly turning around. And true enough there it is, right at the door, its hands in front of its chest, wearing an expression of bewilderment and true puzzlement. Understandably so. After all, she had never sobbed like this before.

#lnxkink #EmptySpaces

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#lnxkink #EmptySpaces

You watch your little doll sitting there, just sitting, its back straight, its hands folded onto its lap. Exactly where and how you told it to. No point in cuffing or otherwise restricting it, any bondage would just be for aesthetics, would just be for you. It wouldn’t leave anyway, it couldn’t. Not through the emptiness within it.

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You watch them, collared, kneeling in a perfect line next to each other, waiting, watching you with yearning and utter devotion. A beautiful sight that makes getting up so much more worthwhile. Smiling, you pass all of them, your steps careful and slow, one hand passing every face of them, feeling, observing all their reactions. Until you choose one.

#lnxkink

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Declaration of the Witches Among You

Look at you, look at all of you! Feeling all powerful with your pitchforks and torches. And now look at it, cowering next to me, despite all the shackles you tried to put on it. Me, me of all beings!

#lnxkink #EmptySpaces (unsure if I'm allowed to use it)

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You release the pressure, watch it gasp for air, its eyes, just as ordered, never leaving yours. You want to see it after all, watch its eyes as it feels your hand, feels its breath slowly leaving it. And it’s just so, so beautiful when it swims in terror. So you go again, it was meant as round one for the beginning anyway.

#lnxkink #FearPlay

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#lnxkink #FearPlay #KnifePlay

Watch its face, watch its body reacting to your presence, your touch, your own body pressing against your kneeling toy. Your arm around its throat, a short blade pressed firmly against its neck you press your knee onto the chain connecting its cuffs tying its hands behind its back and grab its hair, slowly and painfully pulling its head upwards, making its terror-glazed eyes meet yours.

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#lnxkink

A thick, warm and slow trickle. You feel it, or at least you know you *must* feel it after everything that happened. Hazy memories of waking up, suddenly finding your arms and legs restrained in an x (was it your memory or were you made unconscious? You can’t remember), only dim candle light illuminating the room. Voices chanting around you.

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#lnxkink

Lying down, your head between her legs, pleasing her with all the passion and stamina you got. You have to. She pinned you down. She stripped you of the few clothes you were allowed to wear, took a rope and while lying down herself put it behind your neck and pressed you down, right where you are now, binding you to that place, whispering "I will let you go when I'm satisfied enough, you know what to do". And you begin.

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