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Sometimes I go on Grindr. I know it’s basically for gay dudes, but honestly, I’ve seen more and more different kinds of queers on there, and I have to say I really appreciate the directness of Grindr as a platform. Obviously sometimes people can be a bit intense on there – being bombarded with a couple dozen dickpics in the space of an hour is quite the experience – but on the other hand, it feels great to be able to be really up-front with what I’m looking for and have that be treated as totally ordinary and valid. Sometimes I don’t want to dance around my desires for months with someone who, it turns out, isn’t even sure if they like girls. Sometimes I just want to go on my phone and order a babe to my apartment like a pizza. I know, I know. But still. Don’t you?

Anyways, today I was on Grindr and I ended up talking to this person called CJ. They’re this wiry little nonbinary queer, covered in tattoos, with a shaved head and snakebites. I was looking through their pics – them with a strap-on, them face down ass up, them looking tough in front of a car – admiring the way their body was all tight and trim, sort of sculpted like they spend a lot of time working out but rounded and smooth around the ass and hips, when they messaged me.

*If I told you I’d do whatever you want, what would you tell me to do?*

I laughed out loud. This is the queer culture we need! Here for it.

*I guess it depends,* I wrote back. *Are you any good at fixing stuff? The faucet on my kitchen sink is broken.*

*Actually, I am,* they wrote back. *Also, good job stumbling onto one of my kinks so quickly.*

*Lol,* I replied, *you have a plumbing kink?*

*Not exactly. More like a service kink.*

I nodded appreciatively. Hot. *What else are you into?*

*I’m a big ol sub,* they wrote. *I love to be used. I love to be useful. I love to be degraded. I love to be ignored. I love opportunities to be good.*

*I think we’d get along very well,* I wrote back. *Would you like to see some more pics of me?*

*Please,* they responded, with a spicy-face emoji.

I sent them a few photos – me with my boobs almost falling out of my old Distillers crop top, me looking mean in combat boots and not much else, me tugging my jeans down to reveal the inner curve of my hip.

Drooling-face emoji, x3, they replied. *You’re so hot.*

*Thanks bb.*

Then they sent me some more pics of them and my interest was really piqued. One was of them bending over to touch their toes, their ass beaten black and blue, or I should say more like violet and turquoise, their pussy peeking out from between their wrecked cheeks. Another showed them looking up at the camera with makeup smeared all over their face, the letters WH and RE written on either side of their open mouth. In a third, they were on their hands and knees on the floor, naked, forehead touching the ground. A sheet of glass was balanced on their back, and on the sheet of glass someone had arranged a bowl of fruit.

Fire emoji fire emoji fire emoji. *Damn.* Skull emoji.

Kissy face, they replied. *Tell me more about what sort of stuff you like?*

*Well,* I wrote. *Let’s see. I’m into all sorts of things. But I love service stuff too. I love making people do stuff for me naked. I love making them eat me out while I ignore them, pussy and ass worship, stuff like that. I like training, like teaching people to repeat certain words or phrases or do certain things when they’re told. I like making people be furniture for me or using them as toys. That sort of thing.*

*Ughhhhhhhhh.* Crossed-out eyes emoji.

*Hahaha*

*I want you to put me in my place.*

*Yessss bb*

*I’m really turned on right now.*

*Same tbh. I bet you’d look really good on my floor.*

*Omg pleeeeease*

*And even better with your ass all fucked up from my belt.*

*Unfdbnfjn I’d love to be allowed to be your furniture and punching bag. I’d love for you to do whatever you want with me.*

*I’d love to hear you tell me that to my face.*

*Ugh lol,* they wrote. *I love being talkative in theory, but I nearly at all times lose my actual ability to speak when I’m really turned on. I just drool and moan. This is why I need a gag, so I have a good excuse.*

*Adorable lol. But I bet I could fix that issue.*

*Oh? How?*

I sent them a pic of my rattan cane, Sting. *Does wonders.*

*God I just want you to beat the shit out of me.*

*Of course you do,* I ventured. *You’re a toy. Made to take what you’re given by real people.*

Drooling emojis.

*You like it when I call you a toy?*

*I love it. Call me whatever you want,* they said, and then sent me a pic of their pussy. It was obviously soaking wet. *I tend to get very wet,* they continued. *Both in terms of my cunt and in terms of the fact that people have a tendency to spit on my face.*

*Ugh,* I replied. *Well, you do look like someone I would love to spit on.*

*I would try to catch it in my mouth,* they replied. Angel emoji.

*Of course you would.*

*What do you like to be called? Mistress?*

*I like to be called my name. Vicky. I like to hear ‘thank you Vicky’ as I cum on a little slut’s face.*

*God that’s hot. I happen to be a very grateful person. I like to express that gratitude.*

*Good. That’s the sort of behavior I like.*

*Of course, I also like to test the limits sometimes. Maybe fighting back a little, spitting back…*

*Cute. Spitting back usually gets your underwear shoved in your mouth.* Winky face.

*Oh god. I want you to strip me and gag me with my own underwear so bad. Fuck. I’m in physical pain because I’m not being used as a fucktoy right now. Unfortunately I have to go rn, I’m supposed to be meet up with some friends tonight.*

*Mmm,* I said. *Well I’m sure we could arrange that soon. Here’s my number. Text me?*

*100%*, they replied.

*Talk soon babes.*

A few minutes later, I got a notification: a photo of CJ, on their knees with their tits out, underwear in their mouth. *Wondered you might enjoy this so I took it for you,* read the message underneath it. *Xox.*

NSFW: yes

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