Socially curious.
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Posted:Mar 10, 2023 3:37 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2023 5:20 pm 3588 Views
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Harley thought curiosity was stringently connected to the many forms of interactions one could explore and maybe even expose as some sort of profit.(Really when things got a little confusing she'd smile at herself and wistfully reject being able to approach anything with intelligence, life just didn't work that way.)
Her social experimentation along these lines involved grouping antagonists on her side to measure the groups ability to sacrifice themselves if need be for the groups common cause.
It was also fun to see how others arranged their defenses. One of personal favorites was coming full force against the stringent and motley crew who upheld the law. They'd do things to you if you went along with them like lock you in a cell where you had all night to revel in the thought of being hung in the morning.
There was something she couldn't quite put her finger on about that. Having her lifeless piece of fine ass just hanging there for any old pervert to gloat at gave her a feeling of foreplay and even a chanced moment of discovering a new slant on existence as her head was cruelly yanked skywards. Something like how Batman always said a preponderance would always show itself at the most inopportune moment leaving you little time to explore it.
As Harley slipped again and again though the loop to land on the ground with a thud she did grasp at some thought approaching irony.
The rope served the same purpose as the sister who caned her back at school and it required endurance to hold it all in.
The perverseness of the act crippled and held her locked in a sexual stasis that yearned in her for more.
Soon she got tired of the hanging and took to the bar for restoring shot of whiskey.
She twirled her gun before laying on the counter with its short snout facing away and took another shot. Her light headedness gave her a free sense of abandonment and a need for something sterner than any male of the human kind could give her.
Once it was the half Trojan half alien form that took her to the top. Apart from delivering a mind blowing fuck they were insidious creatures bent on fervent conquest. Her mind then wandered. She could do with a sword fight with a naked man, dodging his thrust and returning a kick in the nuts. Yeah that would be fun. Tomorrow she would take that trail that led deep into the mountains and climb up to that place that rose high into the mist. There she would find Gandolf doing his training and he was always up for some fun.
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Where to for Harley Quinn?
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Posted:Mar 9, 2023 5:05 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2023 5:06 pm 3936 Views
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Harley Quinn's got the mother of cuteness that could have you joyously surrendering your dignity and choosing to lap up her girlish charm. I once knew a girl with such a charm, cute with a dash of "gosh". With Harley it was a "what", and you wondered what she'd innocently missed. But my girl had a "gosh" and I felt one of her gorgeous butt cheeks and felt jealous of her.
"Gosh" you like my butt. "Gosh" you want to fuck me."Gosh what's that stuff coming out of your dick.
He ex boyfriend was around the place and I shared his secret, and understood the predicament he'd faced.
"Oh gosh you're too big for my little virgin cunt", and it seemed fun to think of the many things she'd say to get you to stop.
It also seemed to be the answer to becoming unaroused by sex.
It would test you too, how much could you take before either quitting or ALT.com her and dealing with a bloody terrified fem that had suddenly lost her cuteness.
I pulled the plug and thought I'd done the right thing.
But I did have her "goshes" forever and they always got me hard thinking about them and I guess it's Harley's "what" that took me back to that place.
Only Harley seemed better in that she could produce a gun from nowhere as if snatching it out of the ether and blowing your brains in without a thought.
Every vulnerable girl should have such a weapon.
We should be exonerating the virgin ones and trying to understand and measure the gifts they had and the gifts they would lose if they ever did it.
We could study them when they were put in a trance and they'd describe the paradise they lived in behind ornate gates that the vines and flowers grew on.
It would be a whole new slant on attaining a meaningful way to exist.
You would be one with nature and speak to it on a one to one basis.
You could read the plan set out amongst the stars.
So I ordered another Dvd for my collection, this one called Birds of Prey. How well it could work for me and rumours of a 2nd one in the pipeline. I knew what my mind wanted ,those Margot Robbie abs and joyfilled thighs. Then I realized that batman was no fool and even he had learned the art of restraining your carnal desires for a deeper appreciation of the "tease" could work for you. So she wouldn't let me fuck her but she did humour me by playing with my balls. Thank God for that.
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Equanimity.
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Posted:Feb 1, 2023 10:49 pm
Last Updated:Feb 1, 2023 11:15 pm 3354 Views
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I met someone I knew many year ago and then she was a he with serious considerations about what would make a good life. She seemed happy with her decision to go without balls but did dig at me for the alternate life I'd had with balls.
I instantly had a maelstrom of memories bustling in my mind all wanting to be heard.
I decided to go back to the beginning and mentioned my earliest experiences in the lifestyle. This was well before I became a dominant force but giving only that story wasn't giving the complete picture.
I told her how I'd served some cruel fems who liked to try out all there imaginings about how best to punish a mans balls. There was a lot wrong with having balls, and their demanding presence and influence made achieving a true state of equanimity with self and other forces more prone to failure.
But I enjoyed every lesson. She held her silence and kept her legs crossed.
I wasn't sure if I'd said anything that seemed right to her.
In theory an empty canvas has the more potential.
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What's an apocalypse without laws.
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Posted:Oct 27, 2022 4:11 pm
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2022 3:21 pm 7231 Views
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It was one day during the apocalypse that the Dr and Miss Benson were discussing over tea the problem of there being no real law anymore and that it was time to bring some order in.
The Dr recounted his experience of when he was a headmaster at a high school.
He said he'd combined some classes to make the carriculum more efficient to save tax payer's some money that could be better used to build bunker for the coming apocalypse.
He was laughed at but everything he prophesized turned out to be true.
He could see how vulnerable female would be so he taught them ways to defend themselves against males.
So he combined the sex education classes with self defense classes and used by volunteers to have their nuts busted by the girls with kicks and kneeing and whatever else they wanted to try really.
Miss Benson seemed to be in deep thought about that and when the Dr inquired about this she replied that her house boy had become undisciplined and she wondered if the Dr might be able to help.
He would certainly be glad to help her he said and suggested they use the underground warehouse where there was a useful block & Tackle there.
She requested that she could be there when the punishment was done and so it was arranged.
The b#y was stripped bare despite his protests and raised by his ankles above the ground.
It was an embarrassment to him to have his tiny cock exposed to Miss Benson's eyes.
The Dr decided to flay the b#y's little cock with his flogger. Then he went to a lager flat leather strap with studs on it to do the b#y's ass.
Mis Benson sat there quietly enamored by the show and later on congratulated the Dr for making her realize that normal society would have functioned better if they'd have used his methods.
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"Have you met Dr Cosmos?"
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Posted:Oct 25, 2022 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2022 1:26 am 7098 Views
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This was one thing about the apocalypse I found interesting. It was that communication networks were mostly destroyed so other means of communication had to be found.
Psychic communication was one such medium worth studying.
Now Dr Cosmos wasn't one to spend his time mulling over these fanciful ideas about psychic communication until he had some sort of proof, so he set up a simple experiment where he would isolate observers from a main room from sound and sight and record their feelings about what was going on next door.
Sometimes he used plants and put them under stress to see what the observers would pick up about what was going on.
The observers would maybe describe an image to suit what they felt and this turned out to be quite accurate as when those plants were "stressed" the observers did have psychic insights about about vegetation under duress.
The Dr was pleased greatly with his success and decided to take it a step further by using a human to experiment on.
His volunteer was a shy lad named named David.
David didn't agree with certain aspects of the experiment when it was explained to him that he would be "tested" whilst completely naked.
But he thought it may help to cure his shyness especially around girls.
So he reluctantly agreed to be experimented on.
The Dr turned out to be a mater at administering the cane.
David's face soon bore a contorted look when the session progressed. Then when his ass bore the strokes of the cane he fiendishly released his torments in unabated cries of distress.
It was found that the observers registered heightened sexual response at that moment.
This was very encouraging the Dr thought. But maybe it was the Dr's own thoughts and desires about Satanism that were being picked up ?
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Where did they come from? Dirigibles.
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Posted:Oct 9, 2022 6:22 pm
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2022 1:35 pm 7817 Views
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After years underground and when it was safe to return to the surface ,it was found that some had planned for this event in more detail than others and had stowed dirigibles away for them to use to rise over the apocalyptic landscape to get a proper view of the devastation and the rate of healing that was occurring to the landscape.
One thing that Tessa loved about this new environment was being able to indulge herself in her cute "Appocopunk" clothing that was a blend of steampunk and ultra modern themes that arrived in a ever so sexy and appropriate stealth theme and the particle ray gun she carried made her someone you didn't want to mess with either.(From a fashion or defensive viewpoint)
Everyone now carried their weapons wherever they went.
She had to smile though when she spotted these fools drifting across the desert like target practice in their dirigibles.
When two drifted together they looked like a pair of balls and the image gave one the feeling that the balls were performing a victory salute over the Earth.
It prompted her to raise her weapon to bring those balls within her sights to blow them to bits the way things should have been done to avoid the whole apocalypse in the first place.
For ultimately wasn't it a battle of balled misfits who started this stupid extinction event? (Maybe too the now extinct Pollyanna had a right to look down down from heaven to share in God's ultimate planned sweet revenge over the wicked?)
The fems voice was too weak to deserve any say in the serious matter confronting male egos.
With that thought she took aim at those two balls and placed her finger against the trigger. The spurned rage she felt inside was not hers alone either and soon fems would grow stronger and voice their opinions when they came together.
And many would roust in their new power and would commit certain ceremonious acts of cruelty against their unwilling male victims. (Usually against their offending appendage but not always.)(One such brutal femdom act was to give those balls one last mind blowing suck before they met a worthwhile sendoff.)
But some of the gentler kind of balled ones were allowed to keep theirs. The "T's" for instance looked so damn hot with their demanding meat primed ready for a gratifying "exploit".
Some of those who were "spitroasted" also knew how to play their part well, wearing little piggy noses as they drew back their heads and opened their mouths to allow that spits progress to continued unchallenged and unabated through their midst.
Their pursuants wore long white gowns and paraded around with their fire sticks when they performed their ceremonies. They called themselves the "Fab's" (Fems against balls) movement. If you put kkk and Metoo in a blender you'd probably get that.
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Settling scores.
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Posted:Aug 22, 2022 4:58 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2022 1:56 am 10865 Views
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The Tgirl competition continued but there were disputes and a committee was setup to settle any injustices.
One such was when Steffi the Tgirl was caught on camera using a hand in a football match.
The judges were trying to decide what to do when Matrice had an idea and whispered it to the judges who shook their heads with approval.
We wondered what was up but soon found out when we attended the Sunday mass.
The small chapel didn't have much room but we all got in wearing the neatest clothes we had.
I wasn't too sure this was a serious occasion as Matrice had said before that he once worked stage propping.
Well now he was dressed as a priest and did a very convincing job to start proceedings off.
An object covered with a black cover and pull tie hung from a beam in the ceiling.
What was it I wondered?
But we didn't have long to wait as once Matrice reached some tantamount conclusions on what Christ's naked body on the cross represented he decided to demonstrate the sins of the flesh by tugging on the pull tie releasing the cover to expose the naked form of Steffi tied up by ankles and wrists so we could further understand the nature of sin.
Poor Steffi just hung there slowly rotating on the single rope so her private parts swung into view.
Her gaping asshole took the assemblage by surprise and also Steffi's plump little ball sack lay out in full view.
This was kind of distasteful to the congregation not to mention the embarrassment for poor Steffi having her asshole exposed.
Matrice continued his sermon and stole looks at Steffi's helpless form as he made and answered arguments about the purpose of sin.
That sin was also a point from where meaningful progress could be made.
Matrice pointed to Steffi with his cane to make his point but then something horrible happened.
Someone shouted out in shock that one of the T's watching had a boner and was stroking it as she looked at Steff.
The crowd now outraged took the cane off Matrice and put the girl over a pew and bared her ass for the cane.
Then they gave it to her with a"thwack", thwack" thwack" until her punishment was considered done.
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Ginger is not short for gingerly.
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Posted:Aug 19, 2022 6:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2022 3:47 pm 11763 Views
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My turn to compete in the ruboff competition had arrived and I was up against Ginger.
She was a tough looking no nonsense T and I was seriously outweighed.
I was looking at the items I'd found under that rock in the desert with my two friends I'd first met out there and I was wondering which item I'd put on.
They were a collection of personal jewelry of the kind Steampunks wear.
One a stylish wristwatch had small red pressure bulb, the kind you'd see on old steam equipment. Ginger looked at it giving me a wisecrack that it will tell me when I'm about to blow.
She laughed to her own joke despite the non-amused stares we gave her.
I decided to put the ankle strap bracelet on that had three buckles.
It gave me a feeling of strength and I was going to need it for my rally.
Cybil an energetic well tatood T would be our referee and when my opponent and I matched up towards eachother the restraining device was put on us.
There was two shackles welded together that our balls were put into and secured by putting the bolt through to tighten.
There was no escape and my tiny sack of balls were no comparison to her monsters.
Also her cock was broad and although a little shorter than my own it made up for in breadth.
The bell sounded and I was soon given a sample of her tactics. She began with short strokes giving me a drubbing. The two rollers that pinned our cocks together stimulated the head occasionally when the other gave a thrust.
It was looking to my advantage as my cock head was further away from hers so she was at a disadvantage in that her head was constantly engaged with my shaft.
It was just a waiting game but then seeing her problem she tumbled us onto the floor ,me landing on my back. then she began thrusting herself onto me in earnest and my little ball sack took punishment from the stretching.
Her outspread legs captured mine and her fierce face showed no mercy.
But I got first one leg free and then the other and thanks to my athletic ability I got my ankles together under her neck and forced her onto her side.
Then I managed to get on top and got the advantage I needed pulsing against her keeping my sensitive head clear.
I was able to rock her so the roller caught her head and with a super human effort got control of her.
Then I saw cracks in her determined facial expression that gave away her spiraling arousal.
I pushed home my advantage thrusting away despite my aching balls telling me to stop.
Then she flailed around in desperation as she felt her first hints of orgasm build.
I knew then that I had her and used my weight to pin her cock onto the roller that kissed her head with each stroke.
Then through gritted teeth she let out her last futile struggle as her load released.
She lay there like a defeated lump breathing raspily trying to catch her breath.
We were unbolted and I responded to the cheering crowd the way victors do. It was like I'd slammed a baseball bat into her nuts.
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Competition begins. The "Rubboff".
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Posted:Aug 17, 2022 7:01 pm
Last Updated:Aug 20, 2022 12:03 am 10669 Views
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The Tgirls had to all agree to the competition program and rules to bring fairness into the competition so all the T's were gathered together and matched with eachother according to size.
Being one of the larger Tgirls I was matched with the T named big slug roader as she is a trucky by trade.
I didn't care and I felt no intimidation.
I could "hold" my own against anyone.
The competition would begin with the evenly matched T's doing battle in a rubbing competition.
First to cum loses. It was simple but semi and finals would be done with the rollers.
They were a device that restricted the T's by having their ballsw secured onto the device that pinned their shafts together between rollers that allowed only a small amount of movement between the cocks.
It was new to me as I'd never seen one before but I liked the idea of it.
I suspected it would give the girl with the largest cock an advantage as she could keep the sensitive cock head clear of the others cock and grind her shaft into her head forcing her to cum and thus winning.
Well we would see what would happen.
In the first round it looked much like poker as the girls did not want the other girl to see they were approaching their cum but their increase in hardness gave it away.
It was not until a girl realized she was gone that she'd let her emotions out.
Then the winning Tgirl took her advantage and gave the failing girls cock some harsh treatment with her own sending her over the edge to explode her cum out into a shower.
Her cries and expression contrasted her joy and defeat.
The victors face was one of hardness and shrewdness as she had kept her cum. The watching crowd clapped her victory.
When that first round was done we tucked into the curry stew that some of the girls had made.
It was delicious with the white rice and I felt good going into my draw.
I had a plan too that may or not work but it was a plan. 
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The "T's" wanted to play too.
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Posted:Aug 16, 2022 7:27 pm
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2022 3:24 pm 10268 Views
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They put together their own team to challenge the guys. Some were damn pretty too.
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