A Controlling Interest @controllinginterest - Tumblr Blog

it’s simple, really.

I had a tiny accident years ago and it ruined my brain.

the shame, the fear that someone noticed, and the fear that it might happen again became obsessive.

suddenly any hint of anxiety or embarrassment would give me the feeling of needing to pee, which just fueled the emotions and so on.

the paranoia of losing control takes over everything when I get stressed, keeping me running to the bathroom and having nightmares of being discovered and mocked. nightmares of waking up wet.

that probably only made my bladder smaller.

the cycle continues, making me doubt myself and a little voice inside my head telling me that maybe I am still an immature little girl.

popping up at the worst moments, like when I’m speaking up in class or in a sexy little outfit for a night on the town, wondering if it’s true and what others would think.

it’s probably the anxiety/shame cycle that led to me having a few more accidents.

unfortunately it’s inescapable, any moment of doubt sends me spiraling and obsessing over whether I truly am losing control. a self fulfilling prophecy.

it’s the same obsessive thinking that has me wondering if deep down, I deserve and enjoy being objectified.

with just enough fear and doubt, I can’t escape the uncertainty.

somewhere along the way, I began using compulsive masturbation to try to escape the bad feelings.

but now the line is blurred, and shame/fear/humiliation makes me want to shove my hand in my panties.

after I cum a new wave of shame kicks in and I get deeper into the cycle.

I hate it, I crave it, and there’s no way out.

controllinginterest

If this is something negatively impacting your life that you would like to change, a trained therapist can help manage those feelings as well as the feelings of shame, embarrassment and arousal from having to address your feelings. I think you know that you could overcome this, if you wanted to.

But you also realize that the throbbing in your leaky little cunt would go away. you wouldn't get to experience the thrill of humiliation from setting yourself up for a potential accident. I don't think you deserve being objectified, but I do think you're an emotional masochist who has discovered she has a pretty intense desire for being degraded.

Everyone has insecurities and many people find arousal in them. you're just embarrassed that this particular insecurity is so juvenile and you're ashamed that you get excited by the thought of having this insecurity exploited. your silly little ego has decided that it's inappropriate for you, specifically, to be turned on by thoughts of being infantilized because of your outspoken and strongly-held feminist ideals.

Therapy can help make all of that go away, if that is what you want.

On the other hand, there are others of us out there willing to... well, certainly not alleviate, but, shall we say, accommodate your feelings, supporting you and eager to explore just how intensely you would like to engage with these feelings. Even encouraging you to embrace and develop this exciting and intense mix of emotions and experiences, which can be very therapeutic in its own right.

So if you do ever decide that you would like outside intervention into your perverse little world of soggy panties, know that you have options.

#humiliation #helpy

xs-t-b

controllinginterest

Her lovely cries are a delightful accompaniment to her lovely expressions.

pervertsofcolor

My favorite fact for Black History month is that a Black immigrant from Grenada named Gosnell Duncan invented silicone dildos and all silicone medical devices. He was paralyzed from the waist down after an accident so he made the first silicone dildo as a prosthetic and a pleasure device. If you ever used a silicone medical device like hearing aids, catheter or used a silicone sex toy... you can thank a Black disabled immigrant and pleasure advocate!

Here is Gosnell pictured with his girlfriend Angela.

you’ve been into kink longer than I’ve been alive and unfortunately that’s hot🥰

I've been attending kinky sex parties longer than you've been alive; I probably spanked my first girlfriend in like 1996.

Explain to me why that's unfortunate, little girl. I can certainly see why it would be very embarrassing to admit that you want someone twice your age to take control of your hot young body and use it for their pleasure while also infantilizing and objectifying you. Is it unfortunate because you're just too young and dumb and unable to figure out how to get the perverted treatment you so deeply crave?

Are you just too shy to flirt with boys your age and talk about how you actually want to be treated? Do you want to feel extra objectified and degraded by being perceived as nothing more than a toy for an older man (since the only thing you have to offer him is your hot young body), but you haven't a clue how to find someone to make you their trophy? Is your fantasy to be kept as a living sex doll by a kinky Prince Charming who will sweep you away from the drudgery of being a responsible adult, princess?

#humiliation

afeministshamed

it’s actually way too easy to take advantage of me

just become my friend and slowly normalize you being inappropriate with me as we get closer

a few comments that get laughed off as jokes, getting handsier as time goes by

tickling, having me sit on your lap, patting my thigh

I’ll convince myself it’s in my head and feel guilty for even having doubts

I’m careless, so I’ll drink too much or wear too little

until one night you go for it and grope me

but immediately after you go back to normal and it confuses me so I stay in denial

when it continues I’m too embarrassed so I pretend I don’t notice

then when I wake up to you using me in my sleep I’ll just blame myself and let it happen as long as you don’t bring it up the next day

controllinginterest

Sweetie, I'm doing you a favor by pulling you onto my lap, that way those creepy dudes will stop hitting on you.

Of course I'm just grabbing your tit with my arm across your shoulders as a 'joke' to ward off any cat-calls from that group of drunk frat boys on the sidewalk.

you were blocking the doorway to the kitchen and too drunk to realize it, so I naturally had to pull you out of the way; grabbing your ass to do it just seemed less weird than, what, pulling on your waist band or something.

Those are just fun, playful little face slaps, cupcake, only for when you get especially mouthy or keep interrupting our discussions. Would you prefer that I dig your paci out of your purse, instead.

Fuck, little one, I know I've told you how much I love much back (and ass!) cleavage, so with that dress, you can't really expect me to just ignore you at the NYE party tonight. Plus we both know how wet you get (and how delicious you smell) from the feel of my rough hand on your cute little ass. I'll tell you what, if you're panties aren't soaked by midnight, I won't come to you for my New Year's kiss. Now wait here and I'll go get you your favorite Long Island.

Well you were awfully drunk last night, princess – you sure do love your champagne! – and I didn't want to just leave you home all alone in that state, and you certainly weren't going to make it there, yourself, so I took you home with me. Of course, since I insisted you thoroughly hydrate to avoid what would've been the worst hangover of your life, what with knowing about your occasional 'laughing dribble', I didn't want to wake up in a wet bed, so I took preventative measures, and rightly so, it seems. Judging by how slippery the front of your soaked diaper feels against your princess parts, I think you must not've minded it too much.

I'll leave you to silently wonder, between your hazy memory and humiliating self-consciousness, what could cause so much slickness to ooze from your surprisingly tender cunt.

#humiliation #feminism #consent #diapers

prettymuchpottytrained

Out Of Focus

Lately, I’ve been completely enamored with the idea of my caregiver taking away my glasses privileges.(And yes all those glasses are mine 🙈)

Little ones can’t be trusted with contacts—too much picking and prodding at their eyes—so all I’m left with are my big, awkward glasses. The frames swallow my face whole, and my prescription is so strong it makes my eyes look comically huge. And sometimes, when I’m naughty, Daddy takes even those away, leaving me utterly dependent on him.

Mornings change immediately. I’m no longer waking Daddy early, begging for pancakes or a diaper change. Instead, I lie awake in my crib, anxious and squirming in a soggy diaper, unable to get out on my own. I can’t see where I’m going. I have to wait for him to come get me.

Potty training regresses almost overnight. Daddy finds himself changing far more dirty diapers throughout the day because I’m too nervous to use my training potty. I can’t judge the distance to the seat, can’t tell how close I am, and the memory of tinkling down my skirt—more than once—makes me freeze up entirely.

I’m stuck in a near-constant state of whining, crying, and tantrums. I can’t find my toys, can’t tell where they’ve gone, and panic sets in as I’m convinced they’re lost forever.

New bumps and bruises appear from misjudged steps and unseen obstacles, from getting too close to the bars of my crib without realizing it.

The anxiety is worst when Daddy isn’t right there. If I can’t make out his fuzzy shape, how do I know he’s nearby? How do I know I’m safe? How do I get where I need to go? Daddy becomes my eyes, my legs, my everything.

He notices his back aching more than usual now. I’m constantly tugging at his pant leg, reaching up for him, begging for “uppies” just so I can get around without panic of hurting myself.

Even out in public, the dependence follows. The humiliation of not being able to read a menu at a restaurant, my face burning as the waitress asks what I want. I sputter, stumble, then turn to Daddy so he can answer for me—because he chose for me, because I need him to.

It’s raw. It’s humiliating. It strips away independence and presses directly on my anxious attachment. And that’s what makes it feel like the perfect punishment. 🤍

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

destinedfordiapers

Everytime We Touch

This caption is for—and features—the relentlessly adorable diaper girl, @blushydollypoppy, who deserves all the attention for being so stinking cute.

You see what’s happening here, don’t you? The needy way she’s gyrating her diaper into her stuffy?

That delightful mix of obedient hesitation and greedy desperation. The way she yearns for the brief moment of bliss when her princess parts rub against her pee-soaked diaper.

A prisoner of pleasure.

Watch how each thrust is carefully tempered. Slow. Far less than what her needy mound craves. Just enough stimulation to want more, but far too little to get off.

The best part is she actually believes her ridiculous display is too subtle and sly for me to notice. Or maybe she’s just too desperate to control herself, consequences be damned.

To be honest, I don’t know which is more adorable.

blushydollypoppy

Oh my goodness me, this has me blushing so much 😳

Suffice to say I am a fan of this. I think what I mean to say is: Fank you Destined for showing me off, pwease accept these blushes as fitting tribute x🫣

desperateanddenied

New Year, New slut

I haven't been properly denied in a long time and I'm not nearly desperate enough.

So master said its time to play again. Here are the rules:

Notes: is how many days of orgasm denial I have to complete after new years day, you can keep adding through notes until I've finished all of them. (if before January 30th we reach over a year again then I'll have to share some of my more fucked up fantasies in story form on tumblr, 1 per month for a year.)

The number of reblogs before new years eve: will be the amount of times I am forced to cum on new years day (starting from midnight).

Likes: plus amount of comments is amount of edges I have to complete

Comments: plus likes is the amount of edges I have to complete. I will also add anything in quotation marks to my daily mantra and follow any instructions given within the comments (master's directions can override these, no photos or videos will be given)

Thank you to anyone who participates

(P. S our lovense isn't working and it's not in our budget to replace it but if we manage to get it to work again, we'll add some fun with that too)

controllinginterest

The end of the year seems to be bringing the denial masochists out in force!

PS. Check out her pinned post for the results of her last foray into merciless jaws of tumblr perverts.

#orgasm control

freeusefuckholes

I've not cum in a few days and a friend came round to use my holes and he said I'm such a better cunt when I'm needy 🥰 that I'm so much more desperate to please and let him do things I'd normally bitch and whine about (I begged him to piss on me)

Make me so happy that he noticed!! So I want to try longer periods of denial 🙈 until Nov 30th all notes on this post will count towards my denial! I'm scared but hopeful I can be denied until 2026

Each note - 1 day of denial

Each reblog - 1 handwritten line of 'thank you for helping me be a better cunt' to be done at the end of the game & posted

Each like - 1 face slap

Each comment - 1 edge (watching porn of cunts drinking piss, unless you tell me watch you want me to watch)

If this game gets enough notes to keep me denied until 2026 I'll add a link to let groups of people control my thrusting dildo (lovesense gravity) while I write my lines

desireddracula

please signal boost this!

controllinginterest

Now this Stupid Cunt knows how to drive engagement.

#orgasm control

pacifiertraining-deactivated202

The early days of pacifier training are often the most important. I recommend a four step approach to permanently silencing your little one:

1. Establish her submissive role. Start by introducing and exploring power dynamics during sexual play under the context of S&M. It can start with a simple question like, “who’s my good girl?” And eventually evolves slowly into making her repeat who her daddy is before being able to make “cummies.” Make sure she knows she needs permission from daddy to orgasm. Denial is a great tool during this stage. Daddy owns her cummies. Tell her daddy does the talking during sex, and good girls stay quiet. If you can achieve this dynamic, you’re ready to introduce props.

2. Introduce her first pacifier. By this point, she’s accustomed to calling you daddy. She’s explicitly and subconsciously beginning to submit to you. She’s a melty little puddle every time you turn her on. Work her up into a desperate heat. She’ll still be talking and making little noises during sex. Tell her you got her a special gift to help keep her quiet for daddy during playtime. It’s very important you place the pacifier in her mouth the first time. Her acceptance of the teat for the first time must be willing. Your hand must be place the paci in her mouth, taking away her big girl voice and allowing her to focus exclusively on suckling and pleasure. Introduce the rule that she can never remove her own pacifier after daddy places it in her mouth. It must be taken out by daddy or she will get spankies. Make sure you reinforce her suckles by allowing her to have a big release the first time she’s using her pacifier. Lastly, point out how much the pacifier must have turned her on!

3. Bedtime introduction: It takes a long time to work your way up to daytime pacifier addiction (I’ll expand upon that in future posts); however, it’s relatively easy for daddy to reintroduce a pacifier in the soft glow following a passionate night of love making. As she cuddles up on your chest, simply shush her and reinsert her pacifier. Rub her hair, comfort her and make her feel special. Make sure she falls asleep with the teat between her lips.

4. Encouragement: The following morning it’s important to tell her how cute she was sucking her pacifier. Tell her how she suckled it all night like a real baby after falling asleep on your chest. If she has bad habits (like snoring or teeth grinding, point out how much it helped her!). Tell her how special she is, how adorable she is, and how much you can tell she loves her paci. Ask her how she ever lived without one. Start referring to her pacifier as her favorite thing. Every time it’s introduced, at night or during playtime, make sure it’s under the pretense of something you’re doing for her. “You’re being too loud for daddy, let me get your paci for you.” “Baby girl needs to make suckies on her paci to make cummies now huh?” Sweetie, you seem anxious, how about I get your favorite pacifier and we have a cuddle?” Traveling? Pack her pacifier as a “favor.” The pacifier should always be nearby, ready to be placed between her lips. If she pouts about it, just tell her to take a few suckles and settle down. Her fussiness shows just how much she needs to be pacified. Soon, she will be conditioned to seek out her pacifier for comfort, anxiety and release. Instead of you introducing it, she will request it. Her little submissive brain will begin making new connections, and the foundation for a lifetime addiction will be in place.

…there are two keys to this method. 1) your girlfriend must be a natural, willing submissive. She must achieve sexual gratification from being submissive to daddy. 2) You need to convince her that she always had a need for oral fixation. You have to make her realize pacifiers are in her personal best interest. It’s something she always needed and wanted, and maybe she knew that somewhere deep down. As her daddy, you recognized her need and are simply creating a safe place for her to suckle to her little heart’s content ❤️

lostlittledolly-deactivated2023

Ohhhkaaay this shouldn’t be hot but it is 😫

un-father

The real punishment is NOT fucking the attitude out of you.

littlelaneykink

I’ve had a partner take a stance like this before. It’s brat expressing itself in dominant form, in my experience. “Oh you like spankings and denial? Well I’m going to deny you by not spanking you/not engaging. There, you’re denied!” Okay, now what? You took one of my kinks off the table, what now? Unless there’s more to it, something like this doesn’t actually scratch my itch, y’know?

It always made me feel weird. Misses the root point of the kinks in favor of a literal interpretation that leaves me feeling unseen and disconnected. If my need is to feel a power dynamic expressed through pain or punishment or fucking (or whatever), you have to still find a way to meet the core need if you’re going to put a twist on it.

Apologies to OP if your thoughts wandered a different direction. Just riffing off a current frustration of mine.

controllinginterest

I always like to say that the thing a brat hates most is slack in the leash. That doesn't mean drop the leash and let them run off, it means let them pull until they've backed themselves into a corner, and then drop the leash.

sadist-posting

Unfriendly reminder that Fascists can get the fuck off my blog. This includes Trump Supporters, Conservatives, Terfs, Homophobes, Transphobes, anti-feminists, "Traditionalists," and anyone who supports the actions or government of the settler colonial genocidal ethnostate currently murdering children by the thousand. Block me or I'll block you.

the-sensitive-sadist

Kink is an inherently political act. Ensuring that all parties have the agency to consent and participate on their own terms, willfully submitting or dominating rather than being forced into a role by the socioeconomic hierarchical status quo is not apolitical. It is a direct contradiction of the dominant social hierarchy. A deeply personal action defined by its focus on consent and self determination in a system which constantly robs people of both.

You cannot practice ethical kink while being a conservative. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a racist. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a sexist. A homophobe. A transphobe. An islamaphobe. You cannot be anti-immigrant, anti-refugee, or anti-asylum seeker while practicing ethical kink. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a theocrat, whether it be Christian, Hindu, or Islamic nationalism or zionism. You cannot practice ethical kink while being a fascist. Holding any ideology which dehumanizes others, or allows for their dehumanization removes ones ability to practice ethical kink.

Gatekeep your submission. Gatekeep your dominance. Don't you dare give it to someone who doesn't respect others.

hellraiserss-deactivated2025042

Ddlg isn't just about a little girl and old man, You assholes. It’s about knowing and taking an interest into a smart sophisticated mature feminist woman and turning her into a silly pathetic filthy little cockwhore by providing a safe, comfortable, transparent, mutual kinky environment and fucking her with your intelligence, maturity, care and love.

anguissette-rivers

Him: You know what tears and piss have in common?

Me: Tell me.

Him: Both make your face prettier.

brainwashed-babe

I dunno how you hold onto yourself through all of this bimbofication and hypno... Like, yeah, I get not wanting to give up your intelligence and all, being a masters grad, but at the same time... Isn't it like the hottest to also know you'd be losing every that makes you who you are in favor of whatever your man or master or owner wants..? Intelligence, free will, your personality... Gone. All in favor of a dumber, more obedient doll version of you... I love it if that happened to me...

I get the appeal for sure!

Here's one truly boring but very strong reason why I think that RL/fantasy separation is important: paying my bills lol

I'm single. I live alone. I work a pretty serious and challenging job. That job is how I survive. If I lived a life where somebody else took care of me and paid my way and they were interested in helping me explore a dimmer, blanker, more brainwashed version of life? Well, that'd be worth talking about, maybe! But honestly, even then, who knows. I like knowing I can survive on my own if necessary.

If looming homelessness and starvation weren't a factor, maybe I'd feel differently. But that's not the world we live in.

So I guess the message here is that if you're pro-bimbo, pro-hypnoslut, pro-brainwashing, or any of these other fantasies, you have to start dismantling capitalism

controllinginterest

This is just the sort of argument for UBI that might actually convince the skeptics.

bugstersbabyboy

We had previously agreed on a goal to keep her denied for 2 months, she was super excited at this prospect. She wants nothing more than to please me, and she knows, I love a denial slut.

Things had been good the past 6 weeks, edging daily, plenty of orgasms for me, her submission deepening every time she wasn’t allowed to cum. She’s craves this, she loves it.

Today though, she didn’t follow her other rules. She refused to wear her pull up when she was out of the house for a walk which lead to her having an accident right outside of our bathroom door. She soaked her pretty little leggings, socks, and our clean floor.

I told her she needed protection, she insisted she’d be okay. She argued that she was a big girl and could hold it, against my advice. I was just trying to protect her, her brattiness prevailed.

Now her we are, her in piss soaked clothes, tears in her eyes, desperate to make up for it.

“Daddy I’m sorry! I’ll listen better next time I promise!”

I look at her and reach into the desk drawer. I pull out the magic wand and see her eyes widen.

“Little girl, I sure hope so because daddy doesn’t like punishing you. I’m going to have to make you cum. I know you’ve been doing so good at your denial, but it’s not fair for you to teach your goal when you don’t follow my rules.”

I see her brain racing. What does this mean? Does he want me to cum? I’m in trouble. I just want to make him happy, I don’t want him to be upset with me.

“Daddy…? Do..do you want me to cum?”

I respond “oh no princess I don’t, it’s going to make me very upset, just like it does when you don’t follow my rules. You know you being denied makes me happy, but your actions have consequences on other people sweetie. They don’t just affect you. This is going to make daddy very upset.”

Her heart starts racing, she’s so nervous. She doesn’t want to upset me more. At heart, she really does want to be a good girl, she can’t help she’s bratty from time to time.

I turn on the wand and push it into her soaked leggings. “Ok baby, let’s get this over with so you can clean your mess off the floor.”

Her hips buck but try to pull back. She doesn’t want to upset me “daddy no please! Please stop, please, I’ll be good I promise!”

“Oh sweetie, I’m not sure you’re sorry, I think you’re just sorry you got caught.” I push the vibrator harder into her and use my other hand to push her belly and hips down. “Hold still, do not move!”

The tears have started streaming down her face again, she’s getting close to cunning. She’s getting close to throwing away 6 weeks of hard work, she’s getting close to upsetting daddy again.

“Daddy, please stop, please please please, I’m sorry! I’ll be good I promise, daddy please don’t make me cum!”

I smile and pull the wand away slightly. “What was that little girl? Don’t let you cum? I’m not sure you mean that. You’re going to have to beg harder than that.” I push the wand against her needy cunt again. She’s close, I can tell she’s almost there.

“Daddy!!! Please don’t let me cum! Please keep me denied! Daddy please! Please never let me cum again!!!”

I turn the wand off and smile as I grab her face. She was so close to cumming. Another second she would’ve exploded. “Ok sweetie, daddy believes you. I’m willing to give you what you ask for. No more cummies for the little girl…ever. Daddy’s proud of you.” I kiss her forehead and squeeze her tight. “Now, let’s go get you cleaned up and put into a diaper silly girl.”

regressionschool

You thought you were so grown-up, didn't you? Look at you now, standing there with those pitiful eyes, trying to act like you have any control over your life. But we both know the truth, don't we? You're nothing more than a little child playing dress-up in adult clothes, and it's time someone put you back in your place.

Oh, what's that? You thought you were past this? Past the need for such babyish things? How adorable. Truly. Watching you struggle with that delusion is almost as entertaining as watching you squirm when I tell you what's coming next. You see, you're not in charge here. I am. And it's time you remembered that.

Did you really think you could avoid this forever? Avoid the inevitable return to where you truly belong? Look at you, standing there, so desperate to prove you're a grown-up, but failing spectacularly. Every little mistake, every little slip-up, just proving how incapable you are of handling even the simplest of tasks.

Now, let's get down to business, shall we? You see this? This little pacifier? Yes, the one that's far more fitting for someone of your capabilities. You're going to take it. You're going to suck on it, just like the helpless little baby you are. Oh, don't give me that look. You know you deserve this. It's the only thing that might keep you quiet and remind you of your place.

Now, I can see the wheels turning in that tiny brain of yours. You’re probably thinking of ways to resist, to fight back. But let’s be honest—you’re in no position to argue. Look at how powerless you are, trembling and squirming like a naughty child caught red-handed. You can’t even look me in the eye. It’s truly pathetic.

Oh, don’t worry, I’m not going to force it on you. No, that would be too easy. You’re going to ask for it. Beg for it, even. I want to see just how low you can go.

Imagine the humiliation, the sheer mortification of begging for something so babyish, so beneath what you think of as your dignity. But that’s exactly what’s going to happen. You’re going to get down on your knees, look up at me with those pleading eyes, and beg for your pacifier like the helpless little baby you truly are.

What’s that? Still resisting? You poor, deluded thing. Let me paint a picture for you: The longer you hold out, the worse it’s going to get. Do you really want to test my patience? Picture yourself, sitting in the corner, a puddle forming beneath you, tears streaming down your cheeks. That’s your future if you don’t submit.

So, here’s your way out. Take a deep breath, swallow that pitiful pride, and do what you know you must. Come on, let’s hear it. Beg for your pacifier. Beg for the comfort and security that only it can provide. Show me just how much you need it, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll show a bit of mercy.

There you go, that’s a good little one. See? It wasn’t so hard after all. Now, open wide, and let’s get that pacifier where it belongs. That’s right, suck on it. Feel the comfort it brings. This is where you belong—right here, under your caregivers control, accepting your place as the little one you truly are. Now, isn’t that much better?

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

A Controlling Interest