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Ok! I've been trying to make this post for a while. One newer dynamic I've seen popping up among my various friends and enemies is what I was once calling 'middle management kink'. I've been flirting with calling it 'hierarchyplay' or 'recruitmentplay', but 'right hand kink' is I think the most accurate so we'll use that term here.
'Right hand kink' describes a class of switch specific dynamics of the service persuasion that implicitly involve at least three entities. The sub (within the scene), the greater dom (implicitly exists, outside the scene), and the switch. The switch here occupies a kind of 'fixer', 'recruiter', or 'actor' position, operating as a direct agent of the greater dom while dealing with the sub. The switch is, within the scene, in a dominant role, but it is ultimately understood as performing a kind of service for its own dom. Thus, the switch is both sub and dom at once, here.
Let's give some examples of what this might look like.
The switch could be its goddess's indoctrination specialist. Recruiting and enlightening the masses. Directly or indirectly channeling its goddess's light. Hypnotizing, kidnapping, or gaslighting its newest victim for its goddess. The victim slowly memorizing each and every syllable of its new goddess's true name until it sets and becomes a new devotee.
Or, the switch could be its lady's right hand maid. A servant that gets done what needs doing in these difficult times. A fighter, an actor, or a contract enforcer. The voice of its lady, acting in her stead and explaining plainly what will be done and doing it. I think here you can find some gap moe by having the maid act very, very differently around its lady, too.
Or, the switch could be its owner's newest possession. Maybe not even entirely aware of why it's doing what it's doing. Acting out to acquire a new piece of property, doing what needs to be done to teach it its place, only with the flip of a switch to reveal that it has its own owner. That this piece of property was acquired for someone else, an unseen hand guiding it.
I hope those three are enough to help you understand the kind of space this occupies.
Then, I think this 'right hand kink' acts as a kind of d/s dynamic more specialized for a certain kind of relationship to desire. For individuals that struggle to express desire, let alone dominance, as something from themselves, this acts as a kind of permission structure.
A hand holding the leash, fingering the valve, signing the paperwork. Permission to enjoy yourself, to run free, to be evil.
I think that it can be easy for fear of control and fear of responsibility to hold back dominance, and this kind of thing helps you work past that.
Further, there is joy to be found in service. In losing yourself, your individuality and your identity, in becoming the perfect hand to feed something greater. A kind of loss of self, subsumed into service, as you just worry about how to best act in the interests of someone else. The optimization problem is so much simpler when you don't have to worry about your own ego.
And, for the sub, there's something fun in seeing that the one domming you itself serves something greater. To see it fold and be broken, just as easily as it broke you. A kind of d/s powerscaling of sorts. Yet another mountain to climb, or further evidence of your status as lesser. It can be enjoyable.
I hope this all makes sense, and I hope some of y'all can find fulfillment in this kind of dynamic.
I want to be the middle spoon. has anyone thought of such a thing.
girls help why are the reblogs of my post about sapphic tgirl yearning full of gifs of men
So I've been experimenting with a self tie....
why is the horny toothbrushing fic so hot to me rn
is this a new thing for me
goddammit i dont need more things
girls should grope me more
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hey see that smart tboy with the superiority complex (nerd), he reallyyyyy needs you to make him stupid okay. he's going to deny his needs and try to take on a dom role (given the nature of his feelings of superiority) but trust me all he needs right now is to be a dumb drooling mess whose head is all filled with fluff and silliness because he's too fucking stupid for clever boy thoughts! Weed will get him there, he's going to insist he can handle the strong edible you're gonna give him because he wants to impress you but within an hour he'll be compliant to all the things he wouldn't do before because they were too "humiliating"
Once you've got him in this state his hole is going to be soooo leaky, he's too stupid to help himself so he'll end up begging you. ruin his sloppy cunt and enjoy the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and the babbling noises he's making, once he smartens up he's going to be too ashamed to ever bring this up. chin up' smart boy, I'll make you stupid soon enough.
I'm sure it's no surprise to those in-the-know, but @charliechapstix really is nothing but a dumb little dolly. She was just sat here waiting to be used, and it would have been a shame to waste the opportunity 💚
being a couples third but they fuck you like they’re trying out a new sex toy together
“i didn’t know she could do that !” “do you like it when i do this with her?” “oh, she makes little noises when you go faster!” “how does she feel, baby?”
you ever read fanfiction so good you start experiencing penis envy. sorry is this a safe space
you lift up my skirt andd instead of panties or my pussy its just the flight deck of the concorde
sex is so boring and passe but things that are metaphorically sex but weirder will never go out of style
Docile
Docile is a good word.
Her owner says she’s docile. It makes her feel fuzzy.
She can’t always remember what it means though, because words can be so hard sometimes. Her owner always helps her remember. Every time she forgets he reminds her.
She gets onto her knees, she looks up with those big, dumb eyes, and she listens.
Docile means being soft.
Docile means giggling because you don’t understand the question.
Docile means nodding because you were told to.
Docile means only thinking what you’re allowed to think.
Docile means your mind never wanders from your owner.
Docile means you don’t have enough of a mind to wander at all.
And she listens, and he explains, and she nods when he tells her to, and she really tries to let it sink in but there’s so many words and the sound of his voice just makes her so wet and it all stops making sense and she just waits for a command so she can serve and obey and please him because that’s all she ever wants to do.
And he sees how her eyes have glazed over again, and he smiles and gives her a little pat on the head and enjoys how she shivers all over at the contact. Just a touch does that.
Docile.
Docile is a good way for a girl to be.
"Look," Kelly says, "I understand your frustration, but you have to underst--mph."
Her mouth closes around the plug in her mouth automatically, startled out of whatever it was that she was trying to say.
"What are you doing?" she asks, or tries to ask, but it just comes out as one muffled drooly mess, her lips stretched too wide to shape any words.
A moment later, Tana slides the plug out of her mouth, smooth as if nothing happened, and asks, "What were you saying?"
"I--" Kelly can't even remember now. "Never mind."
--
"Seriously," Kelly says, "it's not my job to make sure that--mrgh."
Her lips stretch over the plug, wide enough that she can feel a little bit of drool dribbling out of the corner of her mouth, and she makes an irritated noise.
She tries to pull it out, but Tana bats her hands away, keeping the plug steady in Kelly's mouth until she gives in and stops fighting.
And then Tana slides the plug back out and says, "Yes?"
"Forget about it," Kelly tells her.
--
"I can't just--mmm"
Kelly opens her mouth wider for the plug, resigned to it happening at this point, wiping away the drool before it can spill out down her chin.
When Tana finally pulls it free, she doesn't bother asking what Kelly had been saying.
Which is just as well. Kelly can't even really remember, anyway.
--
"I--mph."
Kelly stretches her mouth easily for the plug, sucking it into her mouth and twining her tongue around it. She doesn't even bother to wipe away the drool.
When Tana pulls it out, her mouth feels empty.
--
Kelly thinks about arguing with Tana, but her mouth is busy, and she can't remember what she was going to argue with her about, so it's just as well.
hey google how do i stop longing for that which i cannot have
hey google how do i stop myself from falling in love again
hey google how do i stop the bitter bile of jealousy from rising to my throat
hey google how do i stop feeling like i'm watching everyone move on without me
hey google how do i be part of someone's life when i barely have time for my own
hey google is it possible to stop yearning
hey google how to tell my loved ones that i'm collapsing in on myself like a dying star and need help
need to feel up prudish girls and make them realize how good it makes them feel to be called a boy. to grope their tits and tell them how hot their pecs are. to feel beneath their panties for their clit and tell them how hard their dick is. to hold them tight and moan against them as i feel how hot their body gets with lustful shame.
it’s ok, boy. being embarassed is completely natural. but im still gonna enjoy the hell out of it. and i bet you will too. after all, you can tell me how lewd or how shameless my touching is, how much of a pervert i am, but who’s the one with a soaked pair of panties? who’s the one trying to hold back a moan every time i call him a. good boy? who’s the one telling me every phrase on earth but to stop?
oh no, i recognize that game. you’re a slutty boy, you just need to have it brought out of you.
dumbification training. I wake up in a decently sized room, my feet chained to a chair with a computer in front of me. I'm sitting on a pair of vibrating dildos, one in each hole. A shock collar sits unoticingly comfortable around my neck, and a pair of headphones sit on my head.
The computer turns on. It seems to be on some sort of standardized testing program, the same ones you'd see students taking in a classroom during exam week. Questions headline the top of the screen, with the answers lined up in a multiple choice format. The instructions tell me to answer honestly and to the best I can. It doesn't say how many questions there are. The headphones play a soft buzzing noise and read out the questions.
First question pops up. It's a reading comprehension question. I skim over the paragraph, and I answer the question correctly, only to be met with brief electrocution. The screen moves automatically to the next question. Something about geometry, i to answer it correctly, but I'm shocked again when I do. Third question, something about English grammer. I'm shocked again. This keeps up for a few more questions.
By the 10th question, I can't take another shock, so I purposefully answer the question wrong, just to see what would happen. The screen flashes and in an instant, all my pain is gone. I feel a brief sense of relief and relaxation wash over me. The voice in the headphones praises me for answering 'correctly'
Next question appears on screen, and it's... harder? It's another reading comprehension question with a brief paragraph, but I'm struggling to read it. It's like the words are just flying past my brain. I get the question wrong, the voice praises me, I get hit with a wave of relief, and the dildos beneath me start to vibrate lowly.
The questions start to get simpler, going from high school level questions to kindergarten level questions. Every time I get one wrong, the vibrators get stronger I get blasted with a wave of pleasure. At some point I stop even reading them, I just answer at random to feel even more pleasure.
The questions start to get hornier, like asking me what a certain sex position is or how to perform a certain act. When I answer those correctly, I get edged. The screen 'asks' me to repeat mantras, and rewards me with pleasure when I do so.
It asks me, "does it feel good to be dumb?" "Does it feel good to obey?" and of course I answer yes. "Who thinks for you?" Master does. "What do you know?" Whatever Master tells me I know.
At the end of it, the screen turns into a flashing spiral. The voice tells me what a good job I did at learning how to be a dumb slut. The dildos thrust into me at the highest vibration speed, and when I get permission to cum, I have one of the greatest orgasms of my life.
After I cum, I've lost nearly all my ability to think for myself. I can't read anything above basic children's books, and can't do any math more advanced than basic addition. I cant remmeber how to write unless i'm told to write something.
But it's fine, I'm a dumb slut. I love being a dumb slut. All dumb sluts need to know is whatever their Master tells them to. Master thinks for me, and I'm so happy and grateful he does. Master is so smart, it's only right for him to think for me.