r/Dark_Kink_Clubhouse

Okay, so we've been together for 4 years and for a while we've been noticing something that affects him. Basically, whenever he's in situations where there are women in bikinis (whether it's the beach, pool, or even seeing stuff on social media, etc) he gets really turned on involuntarily. It's not like he's attracted to the people themselves, but seeing bikinis just triggers this sexual reaction that he can't control, and it frustrates him so much.

What worries me is that he's aware of what's happening and that exhausts him. He says he can't even enjoy going to the beach because he's constantly trying to hold back or avoid these feelings. Like he's always in "control mode" and it drains him, so It's frustrating for him because he just wants to relax and have fun while being at the beach.

We both think this comes from watching Piranha 3D a bunch of times when he was a kid cause that movie has so many sexualized bikini scenes mixed with gore that just got stuck in his brain during his childhood. He's been in psychological therapy for other stuff but never really addressed the sexual side in those sessions.

He genuinely wants to change this and I want to support him, but honestly I don't know where to even start. Has anyone else gone through something like this? Does this have a name? Should he look for a sex therapist? Is there anything we can do to help him manage it better? Any replies are welcome, and btw my main language isn't english so i apologize for my bad english.

I've been meeting people online for kink for more than a decade now. It has been one of the most enriching experiences of my life. I've developed incredibly close bonds this way and learned a lot about myself, and about others.

Lately, I've been feeling a change. There is much less energy in these spaces than there used to be. People have become less adventurous, less interested in human connection. I do mean people, not just women. A few years back, I would regularly have messages from men. There was more human interaction overall.

What's happening then?

Many countries and states in the US have laws now to forbid their citizens from watching pornography without showing their ID. In theory, this should bring more people to sites like Reddit where no such verification is currently enforced.

There is a subset of people who have stopped seeking companionship in other humans, choosing instead to talk to AIs. There are subreddits dedicated to people whose partners are entirely artificial.

Another group of people has taken to consuming pornography instead of developing relationships. The pornosexual/gooner communities explicitly sexualize the idea that they are choosing porn over real people.

Others choose to express their sexuality while also making it into a side-hustle. If you are kinky, and you intend to be paid for sex work, why would you spend time talking to someone who doesn't intend to pay you? Given how difficult it is to turn a profit on these sites, it would be a waste of both time and money.

While Reddit has not forbidden explicit content, there is a shared sense that NSFW content on the platform has less reach than it used to. You cannot meet as many people, because fewer people see what you post. A post that in the past would have showed up on someone's feed, today might only show up for people browsing the subreddit it was posted to.

Reddit also more aggressively enforces localization. Your posts are shown preferentially to people who are near you. If you live in a country with few people who use Reddit, there will be that much fewer people who are using it and are kinky.

Another explanation can be found in the attention economy. People simply don't use Reddit as much as they did in the past, they use TikTok now, or Instagram. There is less time that can be spent on getting to know someone, people don't get bored the way they used to. They have better ways to be entertained than meeting strangers online.

Will any of this get better soon? It looks to me that there are so many forces that make it less likely, harder for people to develop interesting interpersonal connections online. For those who live in big cities, there may still be thriving local kink scenes.But for the people in small towns, or conservative societies, where will they find the space to explore and make the kinds of meaningful connections I have had the great pleasure of having?

Have you felt the same way? Is it just me? Do you see any signs that people might become more social, more kinky, that I am missing? Do you have a different perspective to offer on one of my points?

I love the thought of being used by perverts, my pussy aches at the thought.

Im new here, and would love to find friends and perverts here to play with. Most girls think of boyfriends treating them well with respect, and love, whereas part of my craves to just be a perverts toy.

Sorry if this is a bland post, but would love to hear from you all!!

limits: Scat/gore

19 virgin female. i am not looking for quick sexts, only genuine conversations about exploration and self discovery 💗

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for as long as i can remember, i have always been curious about what it's like to be the object of somebody's complete affection. a nurturing hand that tends to delicate blooms, knowledgeable about the fragile care required to shape the best of them.

i suppose im quite meek and unassuming in daily life. a wallflower, if you will. i've only ever been in one relationship, only kissed a few times, and in many situations i have always been taught to be selfless. to serve is to love and the role of a caretaker is one i slip into piously. a lamb serves well, but what is a lamb without a shepherd?

the gentle guiding grace is one that i crave selfishly in my heart. a guilty desire to be consumed by somebody's care and affection for me. that gentle guiding force so wise and loving, is the sin of desiring a pure and chaste love truly so wicked in the flesh? a gesture so sweet could only be as saccharine at the mercy of one who has never tasted that touch before.

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limits: scat, body fluids, puke, diapers, rough/mean language, hitting

I've been fantasising about my partner being fucked by other men while she sucks me off for a few months now, but it has progressed to me thinking about tying her up face down and a line of guys taking turns on her and filling her with cum. Feel really guilty about it and wouldn't ever actually do it, but think about it a lot and have jerked off thinking about it several times. I'm definitely messed up in the head 😭

Desperate to be loved, to fit in, to belong. The wolf smells my aroma; sweet tang.

“Please love me, take care of me, don’t leave me.”

He sniffs me out every time. The stench of expensive perfume masking deep neglect and sorrow.

Does his cock twitch?
Does his chasm flood with sticky, thick saliva?
Do hooked claws extend from their sheath?
Do deep growls become a roar? Can he sense my blood?

I hunt you too, you know. I hear your approach. Snapped twig making little Bambi’s head twitch.
Relief, fear and longing at your presence.

Like sparkling diamonds to attract a magpie’s beak, earrings flash to draw those hooded eyes.

Cracks are papered over. Crumbling walls disguised by smart clothes, pretty shoes, designer handbags.
Tempting, beguiling seductress. I’ve learnt my craft well - hunting to draw danger.

Twitcher in the hide. Look closer, closer still:
Not diamonds but glass, the bag’s logo slightly off, the perfume synthetic not rich.
All fake.  Dressing the broken mannequin, never disguising my blank pain.

Dirty, mangey jackal.  Laughing. Running. Joke’s on me if I think I escaped.  Stupid bitch.  I lost years ago.  Earphones in. Bronski Beat plays.

Wound in my side, I drip.
Blood breadcrumbs through the forest to the candy house. For therein lies the cage.

Hungry wolf hunts my thread spun from fine pinchbeck.

Limits: shock collars, extreme violence

You're fully nude and your wrists are bound to each other by a heavy, thick sheet of metal. You're standing on a moving conveyor belt, like at the airport, but your feet are also bound, and you can't raise them to walk. As you are automatically moved forward, your arms start moving up on their own, you understand that you're approaching a strong magnet stuck to the ceiling. The conveyor belt stops, your arms are stretched all the way up. There's a machine in front of you with what looks like two bowls pointed towards you. After a few seconds, it pushes forward with a mechanical whirr. The bowls cover your chest and start loudly sucking the air. You feel them form a seal on your breasts, firmly pulling at your nipples. A screen nearby indicates that it's measuring you. It releases you a minute later and moves backwards away from you. The magnet above you, keeping your arms up, starts to move down in an arc in front of you, forcing you to bend over, while your feet are simultaneously slowly moving apart. Then you hear another machine start up behind you.

People love to watch machines work. There are youtube channels dedicated to showing you real-world machines sort fruit, shape metal or assemble cars. In our cartoons we delight in seeing what would happen to a person who accidentally ends up on an assembly line. There is something universal about enjoying a well-oiled industrial process, and something surprisingly arousing about enjoying its application to a human being. A machine does not have any intent. The design of the machines can convey a clear intent, but it is being executed soullessly. The machine is doing something sexual, but it has no notion of sex, and it does not care to adapt to your needs or limitations.

When I left you, there was a machine making a sound behind you. You're bent over, and can't turn your head. With horror, you realize that there are two thin, lubed up objects being forced into your asshole and your cunt. Desperate, you try to struggle, but you are held too firmly in place. Your screams go unheard, this factory is fully automated. The one in your ass beings slowly expanding, stretching you out. You feel like it will rip you apart, but it stops and deflates. Then you feel your cunt is next. This process is repeated multiple times, each time pushing you further. You feel that you're being prepared for something.

If the machine was simply giving you a haircut you didn't want or ask for, or if you had volunteered to test out a new robot for a minimally invasive colonoscopy, this wouldn't be arousing. It could be funny, or uncomfortable, but not sexual. What makes this assembly line fantasy hot is the non-consent imposed by a machine.

You can categorize non-consent fantasies into two groups: those that break rules, and those that follow them. The former are straight-forward rape fantasies. Kidnappings, encounters in dark forests, serial killer fantasies, the victim suffers at the hand of one or more attackers who are breaking laws or otherwise behaving immorally for sexual satisfaction, causing harm intentionally. I want to talk about the other kind, the one that creates perverted rules that it then follows. The one that manufactures non-consent.

The machine withdraws from your ass and cunt. The magnet keeping you bent over then turns, rotating you, until you find yourself face to face with the inflatable dildo that was deep up your ass a few seconds ago. It starts to push towards your mouth.

The machine is not trying to cause harm. It isn't trying to humiliate or hurt. It is only following a set of rules. Those rules apply no matter the circumstance. You can analyze those rules and show that they are designed to cause harm, or demean, humiliate. This is the world of systemic non-consent fantasies.

New laws have decreed that all women must now work three hour shifts every day in public bathrooms to satisfy the sexual needs of men. New laws have decreed that all women are free use one day per week. New laws have decreed that all women of a specific race must submit to men of another specific race. New laws have... etc.

There is a whole subgenre of non-consent fantasies based on the idea of legally defining that all women, or some specific women, are free use. These regularly have a vaguely or overtly political element to them. If you browse the subreddit r/PoliticsPlay you will likely witness some of the battles in an ongoing war between hindus and muslims, alongside some MAGA-leftist and Israel-Palestine themed posts, to name the most prominent recent themes. These fantasies reflect real-world tensions, either reinforcing or inverting them, using existing systemic tensions to elevate the sexual arousal of porn gifs with their themed captions. They are not all about systematized non-consent, but a large proportion of them are.

"Fuck, fuck, if you keep going like that I'm going to cum"

If you've ever had sex, and forgive me for thinking there is a real chance that you haven't, you may have experienced a very limited version of the systemic non-consent fantasy. You are being pleasured by someone, maybe you're being fucked, or eaten out, and the person doing it has had a very consistent speed, and puts in the same amount of force every time. The rhythm is predictable, and feels good. You feel your own pleasure build up, and you understand that this person is not going to stop. They've set up a temporary rule by being very consistent, and you understand that this rhythm will push you over the edge, and that only makes it hotter. You've completely lost control, and you will cum no matter what. You feel aroused by understanding that you're trapped in a system that gives you no choice but to cum.

"Spread your ass with both hands and kiss the floor" "Please, that's too embarrassing, can I kiss the floor without spreading my ass, and turn around then spit on my tits instead?" "Fine, if you also apologize and slap yourself in the face. But you will have to do this one day soon."

I've led several blackmail dynamics. In my view they represent the Platonic ideal for manufacturing non-consent. The victim gives me blackmail material, and I use it against her to give her tasks, to get more blackmail material. The dynamic has rules, the victim has agreed to them. The rules are unfair to her, but they "legalize" the dynamic. I cannot break the rules, and neither can she. What we do is ultimately still just sexting, but with the manufactured non-consent of blackmail, it is elevated far beyond that. Every task feels much more intense, the stakes are significantly higher, there is fear and excitement and trust is much more precious.

Manufactured non-consent is at play wherever non-consent is baked into the fantasy. The aggressor is not breaking any rules, in fact they are following them. The victim is suffering from an established system that has in one way or another removed the question of consent, as opposed to non-consent fantasies that rely on an aggressor transgressing and inflicting harm.

I will spare you my thoughts on how insect and tentacle fetishes are also examples of manufactured non-consent. Express gratitude for this.

Wie nog?

Nothing feels quite as pure and sincere as obsession. At its height, feeling completely unable to imagine a world without the object of your desire. Developing odd rituals that make you feel closer, or soothe the anxiety that builds when you can't get your fix.

Rituals like texting a random word every time you pick up the phone to check for a new message.

Writing letters in your notes app, rewriting them over and over again to prevent yourself from sending something too unhinged. Sending it anyway.

Listening to old voice notes, screenshotting messages to read them again, at night, when it's late.

Needing to be the best, the funniest, smartest, most accomplished, feeling like the entire world is competing with you for attention and you have to win

Craving and developing increasingly weird sexual needs, desires. Craving everything. Needing to be useful in every way.

It's exhausting, toxic, exhilerating. It's pure, and raw, and addictive. It's hard to find, but once you start feeling yourself slip, you know you're in for a hell of a ride. Try taking a bite out of me, you might want a lot more.

Wolf question: I'm proud of how much I know about other cultures. It takes time and effort to learn, and I am far from knowing everything, but I am actively trying to learn about and get to know them all, even those that no longer exist. It's an important part lf who I am and how I want to engage with the world around me.

Limits: cucking, hypno

Looking for women who first started masturbating and having orgasms very, very early in your life. Especially if you started having orgasms EXTREMELY early, and if you first started by humping. Would love to ask you more personal and invasive questions about this. Feel free to send a message.