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On the other hand, it is really, really cute when someone who clearly doesn't know how to emote "properly" is forced to "smile". Ends of mouth pulled upward with no idea of how far to go or what angle to hold. Lips pull inward or outward awkwardly. Eyes distort confused or twisted unsure of the shape to make. We really should be talking more about how it's possible to smile badly.
It's a little thing, but I think one of the best parts of s/m play is about three quarters of the way through a session, assuming you're following the relatively standard "gently caress the impacted region between blows" protocol, your subject will usually start to flinch away from even just the caresses.
And at this point it's really delightful to mix up the rhythm. Caress, then caress again as if caring delicately for your subject, until it relaxes and then you return to pain again. If it's looking, go to hit then pause at the last second and pivot to gentle contact. Hit suddenly without warning before it can prepare itself.
Really just so lovely. The point at which the subject begins to simply react to your movements automatically. A really special kind of vulnerability, higher order thought ceases and body becomes a vessel channeling my touch. Lovely.
The thoughts I can't get away from echo in my head during my times of need. When I can feel myself shifting and clenching and knowing I'm still hours away from any sort of privacy or relief. I think about someone taking the time to get to know me and noting down my responses, my lust and my aspirations, my dislikes and my fears. And I fantasize about them taking these observations and extrapolations and that trust and rapport. And *breaking* me. Not in a debilitating way. But making me theirs in an indelible way. Coming back to those breaks in me again and again and enjoying them every time.
it's like such a casual genre of d/s, but switching from a normal tone of voice to a formal one, calling someone's name in just that way, and watching it obediently freeze still and wait to be told what to do is really quite awesome. even if it realizes what it's doing and breaks it a moment later, you both saw how it responded, and that's the fun part anyway.
That was a really great workout! Thanks for letting me borrow your headphones, hope it wasn't too boring without them! Your music was a bit weird though, made my head feel kinda funny.
Not at all. Hey, do you mind lifting up your top for me? *snap*
Oh yeah, no problem! Hehe, want to take a picture?
Okay the way I adore this senerio
Trusting someone and then using your distraction to gently brainwash you. Better if you are actively fight it once you realize it but you can’t. You just sink into it. The triggers. The pleasure. Fuck
Tragic lack of existential terror in 90% of hypnokink content online. Ooo bouncing titties ooo yeah ok whatever, you can do that by having sex. What if i want my ego sandpapered away meticulously. Or to lose touch with reality. What then damn you. Where's the thrill/fear factor GOD damn you
actually my kinks boil down to “i want someone to desire me so strongly and urgently that they just can’t control themself around me”
Casual obedience my beloved. Give me commands to do the most mundane things. Tell me what to say to you mid conversation and watch me do it with the smallest thank you. Tell me to do something embarrassing and don't even ask for proof because you know I couldn't lie to you if I wanted to
I think I have like a usefulness-breaking kink or something. taking someone who's so desperate to be useful and taking it all away from them, softly, sweetly, gently, until they can't even try to help at all... Forcibly relaxing them until they don't even protest about what they "should" be doing....
Awwwww, somebody went and ripped out all that usefulness you hold so dear but guess who's still loved? that's right, it's you!! No, silly, there's nothing you can do for me, but I can do some things for you! here, why don't you just put your head in my lap and let me tell you what a good job you're doing by relaxing for me~
Literally had subjects like this, easing them down gently until they start to panic over what they can do to thank you, or ask why yoyr doing this for them.
You can do nothing
You owe me nothing
I expect nothing in return
-whining in confused existential horror-
This must be what people mean when they say some kinks are scary.
Truly letting go, when you feel your inner voice fading away and being replaced by Their commands, Their programming.
No inhibitions.
No resistance.
Just Their instructions echoing across your dominated mind.
The thoughts I can't get away from echo in my head during my times of need. When I can feel myself shifting and clenching and knowing I'm still hours away from any sort of privacy or relief. I think about someone taking the time to get to know me and noting down my responses, my lust and my aspirations, my dislikes and my fears. And I fantasize about them taking these observations and extrapolations and that trust and rapport. And *breaking* me. Not in a debilitating way. But making me theirs in an indelible way. Coming back to those breaks in me again and again and enjoying them every time.
I think painful social emotions are so interesting, like humiliation and shame and guilt and embarrassment are built into us to generally aim us towards pro-social behavior, right? But clearly they misfire, get distorted, are often plain incorrect, and get used against us all the time. If feelings are just information, why are these particular ones so powerful? Remembering an embarrassing thing you did 7 years ago does nothing at all for you, yet the visceral recall can gut you.
All I'm saying is that, with my help, I can flood you with so much shame, humiliation, embarrassment, and guilt that your little overactive feelings engine in there will be recalibrated. You won't be afraid anymore. Doesn't that sound so much better? I just need to make you feel worse than you've ever felt before first. You need to lose all reference point. I can really make you suffer, and then you'll be free. And I get to cum to your pain. How could you ever say no to a deal like that?
My wife just showed me this, my own post, and asked "What's gotten into you?" And I just went "😞 I don't know! Do you still like me? 🥺" She was like yeah no this is awesome
Running her life. Controlling every aspect of her and her body. What she eats, when she eats, how thin she is, when she works out, how much muscle she has, where that muscle is. What she wears, how she does her makeup, how much water she drinks, everything. I'll make her into the perfect little toy for me
Such is the purpose of property.
It's really quite adorable how many girls will just automatically listen to "hold still" if you say it in the right voice without thinking twice. I'm quick enough with a camera, and I quite like to get my hands on things, so I have a lot of fun with it.
Good employees stay wet and edged for their boss. You can do that for me, right?
Edged employees stay dumb, docile, and obedient. The perfect worker~
experienced what I can only describe as a full on brain reset from being told to answer you with “I’m a stupid little cumslut” while getting bounced on your cock until you let me cum
any question of whether I’m enjoying myself, if my brain is melting, what I know I am at my core, etc all answered with “I’m a stupid little cumslut” over and over
you told me after that even when you stopped asking questions I kept saying it and nodding on autopilot like I was so cockdrunk it was all I could hold onto
felt the connection between saying it and the rush of pleasure each time like that first breath when you’ve been underwater swimming and you finally get to fill your lungs
every cell screaming with relief
just so fucking good
Some latex love 😍 kinda obsessed with the feel of the stockings
