A little lightheaded rn (leashed to a table leg) so i'll keep my pinned brief.
This blog is mostly to collect posts for. later viewing. and to hopefully flirt with other puppies on the internet. Please don't hesitate to reblog posts or send asks, but before you do, check my dos + donts below:
"Oh I get a lot of random bruises that I don't know where they come from." That's slightly concerning and you should probably confirm that you know what they're from. You might have a vitamin deficiency or perhaps a disease. However more importantly can I see pictures of them. And also before you fix it if it is something that needs fixing can I please play with your easily bruised body for a normal amount of time. You might not enjoy it but I really, really will.
The thumb ring; my suggestion of symbolic jewelry for Dominants
Submissives have collars which signify both their status as a sub and that they have a dominant (or someone who put the collar on them). Being a dominant is no less of a commitment, no less of a responsibility, no less important to be displayed.
There are a few things I like about this choice
Thumb rings are historically significant often worn as a symbol of power or status by rulers and religious leaders across many cultures. More recently they've been associated with queer identities.
The thumb itself is also symbolic. It's the strongest finger, it's the finger that allows us to use tools and to hold things, it's the finger that let's us control the world around us.
It's super versatile, I'm wearing one made of silver a centimeters wide because it matches my wife's collar but a leather ring to match a leather collar or a ring made of rope for a rigger, there are a lot of cool options.
The thumb rings are also fairly discrete whilst being impossible to hide. There's no escaping your responsibility, you see it on your hand constantly and so does everyone else even if they don't know what it means.
Finally it'll look great against their throat when you put you hand on their neck
something worth mentioning when it comes to the historical significance of thumb rings as status symbols is that a lot of them have their roots in archery. drawing a bow with the thumb has a lot of benefits in archery over the three finger draws more commonly practiced in western and Olympic archery, especially on horseback, but the high poundage of war bows necessitated a piece of protective equipment for the joint and skin of the thumb. historically speaking most thumb rings used in warfare were made of hard materials like stone, wood, animal bones/horns, and metal, but as they evolved into status symbols for military leaders and nobility it became common to see them made from precious materials like gold and jade, often highly decorated with glasswork, carvings, and gemstones. empires were built and maintained on archery, and much in the same way that carrying a sword has denoted status and authority throughout history so too did wearing a thumb ring. it's not just a signifier of power, it's a physical manifestation of duty and commitment to those you protect. it's a piece of jewelry with the weight of a weapon.
Ok so I can finally take this out of my drafts because I can conform that its a great thing to give ur domme, especially if shes the kind of girl that loves seeing how the ring looks on your throat 🥺
ive noticed u made the common mistake of stoppijg petting me so i will whine and paw ur paw until u realize this mistake its ok its a common mistake here let me lay on u to makr it easier
Most people take a gag as permission to be loud. Either because they take it as a challenge "try to silence me, I'll show you" or because they think it's going to muffle noise so they're free to be noisy. They'll be unintelligible of course but they will make all types of pretty noises.
On the other hand a blindfold makes most people quiet. They still want to have situational awareness, they still want to track your movements, so they focus on their hearing and stop making sounds that would make it harder to hear you.
Most people use breathing to regulate emotions and manage pain. Deep consistent breaths, in through the nose and out through the mouth. You can take advantage of this by either blocking their nose or mouth or by interrupting their breathing with will timed stimuli. Suddenly your high pain tolerance sub becomes a wimp, your composed and mature sub becomes a panicky baby
Like in horror movies tension is important in scenes. You might think that to make your scene really intense you have to be serious the entire time but what you'll find actually happens is you wind the tension up to a certain point and then can't get it any higher and the scene becomes stale. But if you let yourself relax, loosen up, and make a few well timed jokes breaking the tension a little you can then wind it up again and make it more tense than you could previously.
Expectation is an incredibly powerful tool you can make use of. People like patterns, people like predictability, they like knowing what's going to happen. So make rules and follow them, make patterns and keep to them, be predictable and your sub will feel safe and comfortable with you, they will trust you more if they know what you're going to do and how you're going to react.
And if you know what someone is expecting you can functionally read their mind, better than that you can control their mind, you don't just know the thoughts they're having you put them their. Plus now you have all of these opportunities to create wonderfully strong emotions and reactions by going against their expectation. Don't do this too frequently or you'll ruin both their feeling of safety and the effect this has but keep it in your back pocket and use it with precision.
Your sub wants to impress you, they want you to be proud of them. So when they're approaching their limit if you point that out to them ("OK darling I think that's just about all you can take") they will try to convince you they're not ("no please I can take more for you please") and if you give them an opening to do so ("are you sure?") they will jump at the chance to impress you. Follow this up with praise so they know they did a good job. This will leave them feeling satisfied and proud of themselves in a way that reaching their limit and having to tell you they've had enough won't. If you're careful you can use this to gently push their limits and comfort zone so you can both experience more intense sessions in the future
Some things fall into this category of reaction like, "I can't really be that, right?" when it very much can be true and would be okay if so. Yes, you can be a girl. Yes, you can be plural. Yes, you can be not attracted to men. Yes, you can be disabled. Yes, you can be Mad or crazy or schizophrenic. Things that people probably don't want you to be, and probably don't make life "easier" because of that fact, but ultimately are descriptively okay to be. You can even reflect and think "I wish this weren't the case because my life is harder now" without actually denying the thing being true. Being in accord with reality and taking it head-on is just better than forcing yourself to limp onward through life going "nuh-uh!" You don't have to be anything! But it's okay if you are, and no amount of outside insistence about what you are or aren't can compete with really knowing yourself.
here’s this figure that is vulnerable and easily abused and what’s admirable about it is that it doesn’t fight back and it doesn’t try to defend itself and it’s suffering is noble because it just sits there and takes it. pain is beautiful when you surrender to pain, suffering is godly when you don’t question or try to protect yourself and survival is ugly… like it is just me or is anybody else’s fucking skin crawling rn!!
Having a crush on someone when you have fucked up kinks is so embarrassing bc you’re just like “wow they’re so cute I want them to get off on the way I cry while they fuck me”
Also highly recommend looking thru the reblogs on this one cause so many people add their own versions, and the dom / sadist versions especially just fuckin tickle me. I love y’all bunch of perverts
cuz it got wiped from the internet: transfems it's so cute to want to be cute. do what you think makes you cute, it's ok if you feel awkward that's cute too. you can be yourself, even if you don't think that's very cute, you will still be the worlds cutest girl. i love you
one of the best parts of transitioning was been the freedom to be a little silly and cute. before, if i tried to act that way, i'd get hit with a wave of disgust and self-hatred so strong i'd get a pain attack. today, i was chatting with a coworker and made a pouty face without even thinking about it, and it was so natural. i feel like a human now, i don't have to remember what emotions i am feeling to express them, they just happen.
it's wonderful. it makes me smile, and thinking about it makes me giggle.
im not ragebaiting anymore im rapebaiting. pissing you off with the intent that it makes you want to pin me down and violate me. getting on your nerves and being blissfully unaware of my open drink. i'll keep acting like a brat up until i being to black out, slowly realizing what you're going to do to me
is the girl in your pfp / the one you also drew recently the same one you posted here ? https://www.tumblr.com/fraternum-momentum/799216924624109568?source=share am i just crazy
[link] yes she is ! please call her yvette ! my character in cot is just a random oc sona design thing i alr had but i just chucked her in cot bc i was too lazy to think of a new design and it kinda fit with the group so
some random info abt yvette under the cut that kinda turned into a some writing thing idk
yvette has like a weird junji ito tomie thing going on. she's basically this vague immortal being (idk if i shld make her a vampire too but i like drawing her with fangs bc heh)
and one of the unfortunate realities with immortality is that it also comes boredom. she wasnt lucky enough to be one of those ultra rich immortals who owns a whole ass castle and more riches than she can imagine, so she can't exactly travel the world and experience it's wonders. so she goes for cheap thrills: partying, drugs, breaking every law that she's aware of– any vice that anything that gets her heart racing and her blood pumping.
she's also an adrenaline junkie. extreme sports were another thing she's tried, but like everything, it's novelty inevitably grew out because she doesn't exactly give a shit about her well-being. there's no permanent consequence to whatever she does anyway.
while she can't permanently die, she's still able to feel pain and is particularly sensitive to it. and in many ways she's thankful for it because eventually she learned that it's one of the ways where she can feel alive against the increasingly numbing boredom.
when she feels like she's in danger, she feels scared, truly scared, even if at the back of her mind she knows that she'll somehow miraculously wake up again tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. but to her it doesn't matter because during the moment she can feel something.
she feels agony, crying from the sting of the knife twisting at her stomach to the point where she feels like throwing up. she feels relief when the blinding pain momentarily stops, desperately inhaling for a gulp of air after screaming for hours now, and she feels her heart dropping when she sees the figure brandishing another weapon. and it quickly dawns on her that it's not over yet. it's not over until she's nothing more but a huskless corpse on the floor, something to be discarded to god knows where.
but that feeling, all those extreme emotions happening all at once, its better than anything she's tried or experienced before, all of it is just a blink of an eye compared to the current anguish that seems to go on forever. and she wishes that it would just end. because it's too much! she can't take any more of it! a blood-curdling scream rips through her, yelling at them to– "Stop!"
And it does.
When she blinks her eyes open she finds herself washed ashore somewhere. The cold air stinging at her skin, free from the injuries she sustained from yesterday's... events. there's no physical evidence on her body, no broken bones, no cuts, no wounds and yet the memory of what happened lingers.
She replays it over and over in her head, vividly remembering each and every detail in her head. the looming dread, the anticipation, the fear.
A choked sob escapes from her grinning lips. She cant wait to see what's next for her.
