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It was almost midnight and Piper had rushed to get dressed again so that he would not be too late for his parents’ curfew. He hadn’t really thought much of the note that He pressed into the his hand before Piper had turned and sprinted down the...

It was almost midnight and Piper had rushed to get dressed again so that he would not be too late for his parents’ curfew. He hadn’t really thought much of the note that He pressed into the his hand before Piper had turned and sprinted down the street.

‘Open it at 10am tomorrow.’ He had said.

Piper cast another anxious glance at the wall-mounted clock. It was in the midst of Mister Bittershaum’s economics class. Half the students there were staring bleary eyed at the board and stocky, clean cut teacher at the head of the room as he explained more rubbish.

Since first thing that morning he had been tempted to simply open the note and see what it was He wanted. There was no way He’d know and the suspense was killing him. But a sense of duty and loyalty stayed his hand until the prescribed time.

He’d been given similar notes before with similar instructions. Usually they contained something like 'sleep only in your collar’ or 'take a piss in a public park’ or even 'wear a dildo to supper.’ Each task Piper had plied himself to eagerly, pleased for a chance to carry some of the fulfillment and order that many of their evenings together contained into his daily life.

Finally the minute hand edged it’s way to the vertical position. Heady with excitement Piper unfolded the note and read the neat, crisp script. He blushed almost instantly and felt himself sink down in his desk. Heart beating a terrible pace he tried to hide the tent that had formed at the crotch of his trousers.

The note read: 

'Jerk off. Now. Don’t clean it up. -Sir.’

“Shit.” He whimpered under his breath, eyes glancing at the students sitting so closely around him.

This was too much, he thought. He’d get caught and how would he explain that? He was asking too much this time. But all the same, why was he so hard and so very turned-on.

Piper gnawed on his lower lip as he looked around one more time. No one was watching, let alone fully conscious. Timidly he slipped a hand under the desk and set to work on his zipper.

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I have been playing Shadowrun Returns (which is a very good game). I do love cyberpunk stuff. In the game there is the implication that through using addictive computer chips, people open themselves up to being hacked and reprogrammed. Transformed into killers or whores. Don’t ask why this is hot to me. :p

That was followed by a ‘discussion’ with Weeg regarding sexbots. In my mind I envisioned the implausibility of it and instead corporations cheat and put human brains inside robot bodies to cut out the limitations of AI.

Just the things I ponder on at work.

Very few viewers of the gallery bothered to stop and consider the lilies and the large quantity of water that was necessary to keep them alive and in full bloom. But with his bowels filled with water and precum from his overstimulated prostate...

Very few viewers of the gallery bothered to stop and consider the lilies and the large quantity of water that was necessary to keep them alive and in full bloom. But with his bowels filled with water and precum from his overstimulated prostate dripping down his face, the human vase was perfectly aware of how much water was required.

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First flowers I’ve ever drawn. They look plastic and fake. OH WELL. They’re not the focus of the pic.

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Anonymous asked:

There is nothing more obnoxious than someone so small, and so unhappy, that when he actually experiences happiness he feels compelled to try to 'run it in the faces' (not a phrase, by the way, Buckwheat, and it's a fairy TALE, not tail....) of others, and to try to make them feel deprived/sad/frustrated by comparison. For all we know, you just get off posting dreck like this and there is not a word of truth in it. Even should there be, your attempted smugness is pathetic. Don't try to respond.

Are you sure you’re even messaging the right person? I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about…