Love notes left on the wall. Mmmmmm

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Love notes left on the wall. Mmmmmm
When I say to bow down, this, is where I want your head. Your forehead touching the ground.
I know it hurts your pride. I know it’s humiliating and degrading. You’ll get over it.
After the things I’m going to do to you tonight, you’ll barely remember this moment. And when you come back tomorrow, desperate for more, you’ll happily press that pretty face to the ground before I start.
You knew the moment the words left your mouth, they were a mistake. Your husband just slapped you before you could protest. His hand grabbing your hair and dragged you to the bathroom. Not letting you go as he grabbed a bar of soap.
Your hair free for a moment, his hand grabs your neck roughly enough you will have bruises to hide. "Open your mouth. Do. Not. Test. Me."
And you open your mouth. The bar of soap being pushed in. The taste of soap filling your mouth and nose. But then he starts pushing it in and out. Almost fucking your mouth with it.
"Perhaps this will remind you that a good wife is seen and not heard. Do you understand?"
Source: Lizzie Locked Up
love when a dom doesn't like SAY they're intentionally putting me in timeout where I can't watch tv/participate in normal people entertainment but it's very strongly implied that I'm being left out as punishment. does that make sense ??
Now part of the basement.
Love the heavy metal restraints.
I want to be dominated.
I am submissive !
A moment reflecting so much potential. It seems these restraints are chained to the roof in the basement of this house, perpetually. Perhaps this is a punishment that remains in place beneath everything they do upstairs. Both reminder and literal foundation of the D/s relationship built upon this understanding.
I imagine a punishment could consist of being shackled here, wrists overhead, forced to stand in chains for hours with nothing but contrite thoughts for company, while he busies about upstairs, enjoying the afternoon and reminding me of the freedom I could be enjoying too.
I like that the highest part of her body is her ass and that she is facing the ground. She can’t turn her head much so if he doesn’t want her to see what he is going to do to her she won’t. And one thing is for sure, her asshole is exposed and easy to access…
Being trapped in this position would give men so many more opportunities. They’d be able to access all of our most intimate areas without having to fight against the struggle. It becomes so much easier for multiple men to use us. We’d take load after load because we’d have no way of stopping it.
One more helpless but amazingly sexy position for you… ready to be men handled. I’m sure you’ll like it…
Christmas 🎄 🎁
My little brat tried the "you can't make me do timeouts, I'm an adult, I'll just walk away. What are you going to do about it?" Challenge accepted.
Oh and you've earned extra time for forcing me to go to this extent. I think they say the default is one minute for every year old. So we'll double that. And restart if I hear any noise from you at all.
“Humiliation? We haven’t fucking started yet. But let’s find a home for those wet panties and worn nylons first.”
Still the same trick of neck bound at the wrong height. It always works. I wonder if your collar is rigidly fixed at an inconvenient angle at the top of the pole. That would explain your strange position.
Dumb girls get made to look stupid like this. Bet her cunt is wet being a little toy too.
I fucking love stress bondage. You can't relax. Fuck you. Suffer
It's the suffering I ache for.
Yes this is perfectly stressful. How all hogties should be, suffering beautifully.
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.
Tie me up, sit me on 2 big, thick dildos with a vibrator taped to my clit. Put a ring gag in my mouth and hook it into a glory hole. I want random men to come use my throat like a fleshlight, making me choke and gag, spit dripping down my face. Wanna take every disgusting, sticky load in my mouth. All while being uncomfortably stretched and overstimulated.
They'd barely give me time to breathe as they frantically shove themselves deeper down my throat, chasing their release. I can't help but cum over and over from the abuse, the feeling of absolute helplessness. I couldn't stop them if i tried, can't move away to get them out of my throat. Nobody is coming to get me out for hours, no matter what happens. All i can do it take it. Maybe i lose consciousness a couple times, just to wake up to them shooting big, thick ropes into my mouth. Gagging at the taste. I lose count of how many cocks I've taken by the time my shifts over and you let me out, covered in drool and all the loads I couldn't swallow. My own cum dripping out of my abused cunt into a puddle on the floor. I'm so sore i can't barely walk. And I'll be doing it all over again tomorrow
If only 😍🤤
Love the idea of someone who's starved being put in a corset, the laces pulled enough to make their stomach rumble constantly against the tight fabric. I want to starve someone all day, slowly tightening the corset more and more as they grow emptier and emptier. Then I want to sit them down and feed them, stuffing them full with the corset still tight around their belly. They can only get a small appetizer in before the corset is too tight around their belly to eat any more.
"Sorry love, you can't fit any more in there, so it looks like this is all you get..." Cue their belly rumbling loudly, their hunger only worse now after being teased. They'll have to wait a little longer before they can eat again...