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Mischief
@girlcalledmischief.bsky.social
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25 y/o. 🔞 Pronouns are She/It. Weird transfemme creature that takes lewd pictures of itself and sometimes makes art. Mostly just browses and reposts porn though. DMs open to other trans folks!
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girlcalledmischief.bsky.social
As it should be ùwú
November 20, 2025 at 12:47 AM
girlcalledmischief.bsky.social
I love that gif so much specifically because of that. Like yes, join me in being fucking deranged
November 18, 2025 at 4:57 AM
girlcalledmischief.bsky.social
I'm a slut for this dynamic(?) Thank you so much for this food 🙏
November 18, 2025 at 4:17 AM
Reposted by Mischief
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Some excerpts.

It's peak Muller/Sascha - taking a tainted little rabid mutt and taming her only to break her again yourself just to say you could.

The way you blame her for how her body reacts & tell her she's just trying to deny the obvious.

And the way she blames herself for letting it happen.
As she wrapped her arms around the 20-something girl sitting in her lap, the Romanian elder's hands were finding themselves in all manner of unwholesome places. One gently cupped Sascha's left breast, cradling and fondling it lightly. The other snaked around her midsection and down past her waistband — into the front of her panties. Sascha's own hands could only nervously fidget, first with the couch, then her leggings and eventually her hair. Pitiful little gasps, whimpers and squeaks escaped her throat, only barely matching the volume of what was happening between her legs. "Shh, there there, sweetie," Ms. Muller softly doted. "You always fuss when I start, but you feel so good after, don't you?" Sascha wanted to nod — the Director was technically right, she did usually end up feeling a sense of release and elation after the ordeal ended — but the maid never really asked or invited or even accepted it. The truth was, the Friday night routine always began rather innocently, with delicious food and a comforting embrace. But it was always a countdown until Muller pulled the bloodhound into her lap and began doing what she always seemed to look forward to the most; touching the girl inappropriately in fierce defiance of her soft-spoken protests. Instead, she could only clamp her lips tight together as shakey breaths made their way in and out through her nose, meanwhile famished sniffs came from the Director behind her as she took in draw after draw of her darling little maid's scent. She tried to shake her head in disapproval, only to freeze as she felt Muller's lips plant a kiss on her cheek. Thankfully, this time her head didn't wrench around to feel her handler's tongue force its way into her mouth through sealed lips. This time. "You don't have to be so modest, baby," the Director hungrily cooed. "I know you love it, even when I play rough." "So tight…you know how much that turns me on." It was simply part of Ms. Muller's modus operandi to blame-shift. She would do all kinds of awful things to Sascha, and claim it was the maid's fault for being so vulnerable, for lighting a fire inside her, for silently asking for it. Sascha's protests were always rationalized as teasing and playing hard-to-get. And her anger after Ms. Muller finished her work never seemed to have enough conviction when the Director would always pull her hand out, still dripping with Sascha's reluctance, just to cite how much her pet came as the prime contradiction. "You're such a little temptress, baby," her handler huffed. "Flaunting that body of yours, putting your loving Ms. Muller under a spell. How could you?" Her fingers pumped in and out, in and out, over and over again. Sascha blinked away the water in her eyes as she felt a persistent heat begin to rise in her. It felt awful, turned her stomach and practically made her sick as it drew nearer. She knew what it was, and even though Ms. Muller couldn't feel it, she could tell just by Sascha's subtly intensifying moans. That was always the worst part, when the Director knew and wanted to rub it in. "That's it, go on," she slyly purred. "That's your favorite part, isn't it, sweetie?" In a way, Sascha almost hated herself more than the Director. She hated herself for falling for this same act yet again; the act of 'I promise I won't lay a finger on you tonight', before getting treated like a princess only to end up undressed and molested yet again. She hated herself for thinking it wouldn't have gone the same way it did every single week. And most of all, she hated herself for letting it happen because she couldn't stand being alone, because even Ms. Muller's twisted affection was at least affection.
November 16, 2025 at 2:47 PM
girlcalledmischief.bsky.social
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November 16, 2025 at 1:51 PM
girlcalledmischief.bsky.social
I was happy to hear from 080 this morning, too! Glad you're all doing well and coming online after all you've been through.
November 16, 2025 at 11:28 AM
girlcalledmischief.bsky.social
I hate to say that my last encounter with the police was the only time in recent memory a stranger has called me "miss"
November 13, 2025 at 7:12 AM