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Source: Lizzie Locked Up
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Dress for the job you want they say. 💗
Shes a pretty kitchen appliance!
Exactly http://news.usaunify.org/TSW4wj
Speech restrictions are hot. But don’t just restrict me from speaking. Change my words. Remove some. Alter my vocabulary completely.
Can I becomes May I
Orgasm becomes Edge
Vibrator becomes Pillow
Mouth becomes Pussy
Pussy becomes Lube Dispenser
Sex becomes Anal
Panties becomes Chastity Belt
Speaking to you is a privilege. I should only do it respectfully, using the words you allow me.
Making sure my little Bunny gets well fed and trained
this is beautiful alot
In 24/7 D/s, who says you have to give up your career to give yourself fully to a dom? You can excel at work, then submit the second you clock out if that's what you need. You can be into free use and still have time to write that book you dream of publishing. Don't let anyone tell you what 24/7 D/s or total power exchange has to look like. You decide what it looks like.
As someone in a deeply committed power dynamic who is also extremely motivated in their career, I'll enthusiastically echo this.
For us, it looks like me wearing a discrete, beautiful collar from him every single day. It looks like stockings and garters under my work skirt. It looks like him picking out a pair of slutty little panties for me to wear on a day I give a big presentation. It looks like him sending me filthy, naughty texts in the middle of a meeting and me having to keep my face composed on the video call as I read them.
It looks like me making us lunch every day we work from home together.
It looks like him taunting me as he fucks me about how I think that the successful smart strong person I am at work is the real me but he knows the real me is the one he sees beneath him, wailing, babbling, begging for his cum, willing to do anything to please him.
It looks like me telling him last month how was thinking back to him saying that he was so proud that my ass was opening up for a new, big toy and then, in the same breath, telling him that he would've been so proud of how I handled an important meeting that day.
I've been joking for years that he should hire me as his personal assistant so these two worlds can finally become one (I think I even wrote a fake cover letter/resume at some point?) but until then, he pushes me to be as smart and successful as he knows I can be in my professional life and as pathetic and powerless as he knows I need to be in my service to him.
Premise: Speech Control
Just a little list of ideas that I came up with on the topic of speech control. Some of these are about in person speaking, some are about texting, some are applicable to both. Some of these I’d like to try, some of these I have tried, some of these I would probably not want to do, some I’m indifferent to.
Word Restrictions
No swearing.
No puns.
Only being allowed to use words once per day.
Only being allowed to use words from a list of pre-approved words chosen by my partner.
Not being allowed to use words from a list of off limits words chosen by my partner, but otherwise able to speak freely.
Not being allowed to use words containing a certain letter of the alphabet, but otherwise able to speak freely.
Only being allowed to use short and simple words, limited by number of letters or number of syllables, or simply at my partner’s discretion. (Imagine typing out an entire text and being met with “hmm, I think that word might be too big for you,” and having to agree and reword what you’ve said.)
Having to refer to myself in the third person.
Having to refer to my partner by a title, honorific, or nickname they have chosen.
Having to use a lowercase “i” to refer to myself.
Having to use capitalized pronouns to refer to my partner.
Limited Speech
Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per day.
Only being allowed to say a certain number of words (or less) per text message. No double messaging, of course.
Having to keep track of how many words my partner uses, and always using less throughout the day.
Having to start each sentence with “Please” and/or end it with “Thank you,” even if it doesn’t technically make sense.
Having to rhyme. Or else fulfil the requirements of some kind of specific poetry such as a haiku.
Having to ask permission to ask for things. “Please may I ask to use the bathroom?”
Only being allowed to say “Please” and “Thank you.”
Not being allowed to ask for anything.
Only allowed to speak to my partner in public.
Not being allowed to speak on specific topics, particularly when they’re super relevant. For example, we go to the zoo and I’m not allowed to talk about animals.
Only being allowed to say the opposite of what I mean/want.
Restricted Speech
Having to ask permission to speak at all, either through a non-verbal signal, or else the only thing I’m allowed to say without permission is “Please may I speak?”
Only allowed to speak when spoken to.
Having to be in a specific position - the more submissive or uncomfortable, the better - to speak. Additionally, having to wait in that position until I am acknowledged and allowed to speak.
Having to go a set length of time without speaking each day. The timer starts over each time I speak. (Imagine it’s an hour and at 55 minutes you get asked a question you can’t ignore. Each attempt like that would mean you talk less throughout the day.)
When possible, set entire days, or even a weekend as “quiet time.”
Surprise quiet time. That is, a spoken or text command, “It’s quiet time,” and I am expected to be silent until I am released. (A potential training opportunity: this could happen many times throughout the day, each session lasting only a few minutes before the next.)
Starting every day without the ability to speak until I have completed my morning routine. Finishing each day by not being allowed to speak once my nighttime routine is done.
Having a set day of the week during which I am expected to remain silent.
Having a cost to speak. A mild-moderate punishment for each time I wish to speak, such as having to put nipple clamps on first or having to write lines for each time I spoke afterwards.
Having to trade my ability to speak for rewards, such as not being allowed to orgasm unless I agree to a two days of no speaking.
Trading chunks of silent time for edges. Each edge is half an hour of silence. Maybe I know before I start edging, maybe I don’t.
Having to be silent until I have completed a task, such as linewriting, or an edging session, or even something mundane like having to stay silent on a long drive, even while playing a board game.
Having recurring tasks during which I am not allowed to speak, such as never being allowed to speak during meals or while watching movies.
Only being allowed to speak while wearing my collar.
Not being allowed to speak while wearing my collar.
Only being allowed to speak while naked.
No words, only sounds. Easy enough when you’re gagged, but having to make the deliberate effort to only make sounds is nice.
Wearing a bark collar. Each time I speak, I get shocked, until I learn not to speak while wearing it. It then becomes a very effective gag.
Forced to Speak
Being asked a series of questions and having to provide at least X words to answer, on topic. (It wouldn’t even have to be a high number. Imagine having to use 50 words to answer a yes or no question. Even 20 might be a challenge. But being asked to say/text 300 words on why I shouldn’t have an orgasm? Just a thought.)
Agreeing to X number of questions (number could be in trade for edges, or in trade for lessening a punishment) and having to answer them fully, even if it’s embarrassing. (Obviously within limits. Questions I refuse to answer don’t count towards the number.)
Having a mantra to repeat every time my partner says a certain word, whether that word is part of the mantra or not. (Having someone trigger a mantra like this is great fun, especially mid-conversation, or while I’m trying to ask for something, or while I’m trying to explain something.)
Having to repeat after my partner, perhaps modifying pronouns. (“You will obey” being modified to “I will obey.”)
Being tasked with writing up a fantasy, and then being made to read it aloud.
Being Physically Gagged
Being expected to be gagged or otherwise prevented from speaking at all times. (Ballgag might be too harsh for “at all times,” but tape is effective, too.)
Being gagged at random. Not just during scenes, but during mundane activities, such as watching a movie together or doing housework. (I like the idea of being interrupted while in the middle of something, maybe even in the middle of a conversation, and my partner simply holds out a gag. Or sitting at my desk working when my partner comes up behind me and slips my gag between my lips. Being told to kneel and open my mouth, excited to get to suck cock, and instead gagged. Comes with a bonus of being trained to readily take my gag.)
Being told I can only speak while being gagged, despite knowing it will be unintelligible.
Planning a voice call with my partner, but right before we begin I am instructed to put a gag on so that at no point during the call can I actually speak.
Games
Playing the quiet game, either with my partner or with another submissive. I am rewarded if I win, and punished if I lose.
Playing a kinky version of Taboo/Password: My partner picks a word and a length of time. I do not get to know the word, but do get to know we’re playing and for how long. My partner counts every time I use the word, and when time is up, I get punished for each use. Tons of games to be played on both sides, with my partner trying to get me to say the word, and me trying to figure out what it is. Perhaps if the time period is long enough, I get a clue to the word each day. I would probably end up speaking as little as possible to avoid it.
[I need to write about gender traitors feeding up other woman to a man😔yeah, I know I'm gross but YOU SIGNED UP FOR THIS]
C/W: Misogyny
Casually misogynistic girls are so hot and there are so many of you on Tumblr. Reblogging gifs and text posts that say things like "edge until you're dripping and dumb" or even something like "if a man wants to grope you, it's his right."
Posts that reduce you to a pair of tits and a set of holes. Craving male validation as you rub away. Your cunt twitching everytime you read about girls turning themselves into porn for men. Thinking about how good it'd feel if a man were there, petting your hair as he jerked his thick, stiff cock up and down against your face. Using you. Even that's a pretty misogynistic term, isn't it?
And the best part is that it wouldn't even be your whole personality. You could have opinions on TV shows or how you like your eggs cooked. A favourite book or genre of music. You could literally be a perfectly functioning human being but in the back of your head, you'd constantly be thinking about how inferior and worthless you are. You'd constantly be thinking about a man degrading you to a brainless bimbo that just took advantage of you.
In the confines of your mind, you might imagine having to ask a man for permission to cum. Perhaps, there might be something misogynistic about that but you'd never care to think about it. You don't want to. Why make something that feels so fucking good so complicated?
I just think it's so fucking hot that if I asked you to slap yourself or fuck your ass no matter how you felt, you'd hesitate... you'd think about it. You might say no but the fact you even considered it when another girl would immediately have said no is pretty hot.
And if you've read all this and you're thinking it's so normal or even a little tame, then that's also pretty fucking hot.
Because all that means is that under the mask of a normal woman, there's a gross, misogynistic little cunt that so badly needs to please men.
best type of misogyny is clueless like why would you care if a man gropes you in public if it’s making you wet?
Conditioning is so hot.
Modify my behaviour.
Do it without me even noticing.
Make me love the things I used to hate.
Mold me to be your perfect toy.
This is so fun to do
Owned.