Youâll find fictions, fantasies, and filth below. This is avowedly and unashamedly a kink blog; if itâs not for you, block me or move on, it costs nothing and doing otherwise is only an inconvenience to the people that do enjoy what I post.
This blog is text-only, queue-only and will only feature my own words; I will not be reblogging other userâs posts, or publicly sharing pictures or gifs of others or myself. On previous blogs interest has been expressed in having audio âreadingsâ of my writing; Iâm still considering that.
Generally, I donât consider it my responsibility to be transparent about my personal life or my actual beliefs, but I will post an updated answer I gave to an anonymous question on the topic, from a previous iteration of this blog (both under the cut):
I think ultimately, for a lot of people, this is the million-dollar question, and Iâm going to answer it seriously; I want to illuminate my thoughts and position in the hopes that either I can light the path for others to comprehend these things, or at least provide a degree of clarity for those trying to understand me.
What I post is, at its most basic core, erotica, and I view it as such; I pull from my personal life and dramatize or embellish as the situation demands, but my goal is to make certain every piece of writing I put out into the world can bring someone to the height of their desire - whether thatâs an edge, or an orgasm. That being said, itâs only natural for my audience to wonder about the artist, especially when my content is so glaringly problematic - genderfuckery, questionable consent, TPE/ownership, antifeminism and dumbification - and while I in general am content to let people wonder, I feel this does deserve further explanation in the year of our nightmare 2026.
When it comes to women âoutperformingâ men, there are definite physiological differences between the sexes and I think those are undeniable. Men are stronger and faster than women, on average; there's good evidence that women have the edge when it comes to endurance and tolerance events. That being said - in nearly every type of sport and olympic event, the men hold the record by a notable margin. Again, physiologically speaking, this is widely understood;Â intuitively, everyone knows that men are, on average, substantially stronger and faster than women. When it comes to intelligence - the male brain is about 10% larger, with more flexibility with high working memory load and superior visuospatial skills; itâs well known that women retain stronger, more vivid memories of emotional events, as anyone who has ever argued with a woman can attest.
Given these undeniable differences, the question has to be asked - is real equality between the sexes even possible? But even asking it, am I a raging misogynist that canât fathom the idea of a woman possessing personhood, or am I a blind believer in neoliberal feminism engaging in pure kink? Do I believe that women are people who should be respected and valued and treated equally in society, or, do I believe that women are inherently inferior, that being female makes them sex objects, that cunts are objects that should be owned?Â
Bluntly: both, and neither; really, those are the wrong questions.Â
I think there's nothing wrong with a world that includes and celebrates women's contributions to society; I also think I should be able to pick an unowned bitch up off the street and register her as property, like adopting a stray. I want to wake up with my cock jammed down a cuntâs throat as she bruises her tonsils on me, because the shock collar training worked so well it's second nature for her now; I think it's insane that women aren't guaranteed more substantial maternity leave. I think women should be permitted to make their own decisions, and I do think cunts should be smart enough to willingly give up their rights. I hold both of these views in equal measure, and I donât see any fundamental conflict between those viewpoints.
I do essentially believe that way that both neoliberal and radical feminism articulates on behalf of an entire gender without providing room for the nuance of individuation and without any examination of the successes of historical or traditional gendered socialization has been its own undoing; not everyone wants to have to act as a singular agent in society without the benefit of an external guiding force, and modern feminism has essentially guaranteed that nearly any other approach to interpersonal relationships beside absolute brutalist âequalityâ is seen as abhorrent and unacceptable. I think that there is a growing sentiment among modern women that this state of affairs is not the outcome they were looking for; we see this with the advent of âgirl jobsâ and the obsession around having a âsugar daddyâ or a âprovider boyfriendâ, and the increasingly common rejection of modern feminisms for traditionally feminine values. If the system isnât working for most people, why continue to endorse it and prop it up against its failings?
Fundamentally, I think âequalityâ is a false goal, a mirage; equity is far more important and valuable. Equality means treating everyone the same by providing identical resources and opportunities, assuming everyone starts at the same place; equity recognizes that individuals have different circumstances and provides the specific resources needed to reach an equivalently valued outcome. While equity is about fairness, equality is about sameness - but weâre not all the same. Some of us are distemperate, some of us want to watch the world burn and laugh as the rich and privileged carbonize; some of us just want to be at peace, and want the world to be quiet, and want to cultivate things that grow green in the bright sun. Some of us want power, some of us want abuse, some of us desire the hedonism of our bodies; some of us want to uplift the downtrodden and disparate, some of us want to be intellectually unbound, some of us want for the love of the mind.Â
For those that seek an experience other than the one I seek, what harm? Does your path impose its logics and rules upon my own? For those that want to be exceptional, or leaders, or seek to redefine the definitions of success, or to live in a way other than mine - I wish you the best. And for cunts that do most of their thinking with their clit, those that neither want to have or deserve rights - why should they have any, why force them to live in a way other than what they crave?
All that to say: my views come from a perspective of seeking an equitable place for those who desire it, and the subjugation of those who search for that instead - because those are one and the same.Â
Now, back to your regularly scheduled kinkblogging.Â
When she's twitching and shaking because she thinks you bottomed out in her ass and her hand starts sneaking for her clit, give her the last few inches all at once to keep her focused.
Wake up edging, finger on your needy clit. Shower, makeup, edge.Â
First real thought of the day, standing in front of all the closet, wondering -how can I show off? Dressing up, getting all dolled up - if you have an Owner, asking for approval - those are the first real thoughts you have, all in pink!Â
Why think in pink?
Pink is silly and girly and cutesy. Just like your thoughts, pink is insubstantial gauzy and inconsequential simple and itâs pretty to look at, but thereâs nothing really there.
Why think in pink?
Unless you have an Owner to make you into a good girlpet and have all your thoughts for you, you have to do a little bit of thinking. And if you have to think, it might as well all be in pink - that way you can stay comfy and hazy and horny!
Why think in pink?
The real answer? Thinking in pink is the shortest route to not thinking at all.
If you think in pink, you're only a few steps away from having pink fill your brain until there's no room for anything else - and you want to be exactly that kind of pinkbrained, don't you?
You want to be so pink that when you're looking at your outfit in the mirror, you're looking forward to how you'll look edging in it.
You want to be so pink that when you meet a new guy, you're imagining how big and thick his cock is while he's introducing himself to you.
You want to be so pink that when men interrupt you, or talk over you, or explain things to you, or ignore you, that you feel yourself start to drip when all you can do is smile and giggle.
If you think in pink - when itâs time to let your thoughts go, they all blur together into a haze that makes you drooly and drippy and dumb. If you think in pink, that haze makes you sink - down past where dummies like you usually are, down past being slutty and showing off, down past embracing shamelessness and brainlessness, until you sink down onto your knees where you belong.
Just when you think youâve done it, you find another way to put more pink into your life.
It starts in the morning, when you wake up. Before you check socials, before you check the news or the weather - edge, like a good girl should.Â
Because, really - you donât need to check the weather, youâre going to dress to put yourself on display, regardless of the cold. As for the news - donât be silly, a girl like you wouldnât really understand it anyway. Checking your socials is important - but it feels so much better to watch your bestiesâ stories and reels while you rub, doesnât it?Â
Now that youâve had your edge, youâre ready to get up and get ready for the day. Which means itâs time to shower - and, of course, time to tease yourself more! - but donât get too distracted or youâll end up grinding into your palm, all dayâŠagain.
All thatâs easy, though. Now the tricky part - after you finish getting ready (and edge a little), and finish getting dressed (and rub a little), and finish getting makeup on (and grind a little), you still need to keep your brain in a pink haze while you go about your day.
But fortunately, thatâs easy!
We talked before about trying to use small words, and using dumber words, all so that no one mistakes you for a girl who has any brains at all. Weâve talked about using your girlwords, and other ways to advertise that you do best when things are mansplained and dumbed-down for you. Donât be afraid to act your IQ, whether thatâs a 32B or a 38GG, and remember to giggle whenever you donât understand something.
But all of that requires that you focus - and thatâs not what edged-out bimbos do best. So letâs talk about what you can do to fill your brain with pink, without having to think about it!
Find a few simple and innocent and girly things - like applying lipgloss, mindlessly checking your phone, giggling at nothing - and make it a pink routine. Make it a part of every routine you have that makes you pink; every time you edge, if you need a break, play through your pink routine; when you have a blonde moment and your brain feels empty, play through your pink routine. Whenever you spend an extra long time on your makeup, whenever you get a new pair of heels, play through your pink routine. If you stay consistent about doing that over and over, your pink routine will help keep you in the right mindset, whenever you do it!
Of course, weâve already touched on the obvious and oft-repeated âturn off auto-correctâ - and thatâs a great way to really make it clear and show off exactly how brainless you are, and every time you go to type out a text youâll be reminded that youâre just a dummy! If thatâs not enough, another way to keep your brain pink is to make your lock screen a selfie - one you take right after a hard edge - so that every time you look at your phone, you remember how great it felt! And if mindlessly checking your phone is a part of your pink routine, that only adds to how much better itâll make you feel!
For even more of a pink routine, every time you play through it more than ten times a day, give yourself a little treat!
i always thought i was a good girl, i did everything right. but i feel so lost and confused, i feel like maybe iâll only ever be a toy. i let people use and play with me, even strip my identity away, itâs to the point where most people i know call me âpornâ instead of my actual name, iâm losing myself. iâve never been loved. how do i get to a place where i can be okay with that? how am i supposed to be okay knowing iâll never get the love i thought i would?
I went back and forth about answering this in-kink or out-of-kink - thereâs a lot here to unpack, and itâs clear youâre having a tough time reconciling it - and I settled on just giving a genuine answer that blends a little of both.
Realistically, I think your problem isnât the losing yourself, or with being renamed âpornâ, or with being a toy, or not being a âgood girlâ - you mention all those things, yes, but they donât sound like the core of the issue, and I think that youâre probably fine with those things in and of themselves.
As to the question it sounds like youâre really asking, this is one of those good news/bad news scenarios - because it sounds like what youâre really missing is a feeling of being cared about and loved.
The bad news is that youâre using the other things to mask those needs, or to try and fulfill them. Youâre being a toy for people to use because it makes you feel less alone, and more needed; youâre doing whatever they ask because being compliant feels like being cared about, or like it might lead to that. Letting people destroy your identity might mean that theyâll like whatever they leave; being their porn means that they like your body and maybe theyâll like you, too.
The really bad news? The way youâre going about it wonât fulfill those needs, it never does.
The good news is that those things donât exclude you from being loved and cared about. Being renamed and treated like porn is compatible with being seen and treasured. Being used as a fuckdoll and a sextoy is compatible with being held and cared for. Being reconditioned into a different identity is compatible with being understood and deeply loved for who you are.Â
The difference is the method, and where youâre looking for what you want. Right now, youâre using what youâre doing (being used for porn, dehumanized, treated like a fleshlight) to try and create something else (being cared about and loved) - but doesnât sound like thereâs any indication that the other people involved want to give that to you. Theyâre happy using you for porn, and entertainment, and as a toy, but they donât want to hold you and care for you afterwards - and you keep doing what youâre told, hoping itâll just magically happen.
Hereâs the best news, though - I think I know what you really need, and itâs fairly simple.
You need to be owned. You need to give all of what youâre giving everyone - the compliance, the access to your body, your identity - to one singular person, with the understanding that in exchange they will take care of you, and care about you, and love you. That understanding, that contract of attraction and submission and care, is what youâre missing and what youâre looking for in the wrong place - because it doesnât sound like being a toy, being porn, or being rewritten is what really is bothering you, it sounds like being at the whim and mercy of people who donât care about you in return is; so go find someone that wants what youâre offering, and is offering what you want.Â
Hereâs more good news - while there are a metric fuckton of people online here that are either piss-poor at being doms, or are implicitly or explicitly exploitative or abusive, tumblr also has a population of people who are looking for and willing to give you exactly what you want - a role you belong in, and someone you belong to, who will genuinely care for and about you.
One thing Iâve been thinking about recently is tying a dumbcunt down on her back, with her legs spread nice and wide - and then ignoring her drippy pussy, focusing entirely on teasing and stretching and prepping her asshole, mocking her for her moaning and whimpering, until finally I can slide the bulb of a wand all the way into her desperate fuckhole...and then leaving it on low.
Itâd be buzzing away while on low I explain that itâs good for her because itâs teaching her to love her asshole as much as her desperate pussy.Â
Itâd be buzzing away while on low I explain that itâs good for her because the overstimulation keeps her incoherent and unable to think at all.
Itâd be buzzing away on low while I explain that itâs good for her because it reminds her that pleasure can be just as effective as pain to control her.
And when I mount her and admit that itâs not for her at all, that I just want it so that my sex doll has an added vibrating function when I use her breeding hole - Iâd turn it on high.
sir >_< would you ever consider doing a "bad shift" version of your story about the cunt who so perfectly obeyed her master's wishes here (https://www.tumblr.com/ironskyhunter/806687716234412032?source=share)?
i can't stop thinking about it! what a dream. though i don't like the idea of swallowing anyone's piss... i don't think i'd be able to take that as well as her at all
Thatâs an interesting idea.Â
Iâll see what I can do with that, although I donât write well on-demand, I write what attracts my interest - but Iâm certainly open to the concept, and anyone who likes my male findom writing enough to request more of it deserves to be heard out.
Since it was such a success, letâs keep adding more pink - until itâs the only way you think.
Some girls want to know how they can help pink make them better. The first piece of advice is to give in to it! Turn off spellcheck and donât correct any mistakes you make, use hearts and emojis more often, refer to yourself in the third person, smile and giggle when you donât understand whatâs going on.Â
Another piece of advice is to use your girlwords in everyday conversations. Now, obviously words like edge, rub, and hump have mostly come up around your besties; but words like uhhhh, like, and dunno are also great! Using them in everyday conversation helps fill in the gaps when youâre confused, when you canât think of a word, or just when youâve got pink on the brain.
For girls looking to really let the pink take over, thereâs a little more to do, but thatâs okay! Before you know it, youâll get into a routine thatâll get you the pinkest mind possible! A way to start doing that is to forget trying to use big and complex words - no writing out numbers, no words with 10 or more letters, and no more than 3 syllables (thatâs how many times your mouth moves when you say a word)! Instead, use simple words that are small and easy to use, and use your girlwords whenever possible; you might have to stop and try to think through your sentences before you talk, but that just makes you seem dumber!Â
Some girls trying to get the pinkest mind they can go even further; they wonât use capital letters about anything other than Men, because typing in small letters are so much easier for small brains and because theyâre really all just objects anyway. Those girls are the kind of bimbo that replace the word âokayâ with okie dokie because it sounds even dumber, the kind that say uh-huh instead of âyesâ and uh-uh for ânoâ. Replacing âdefinitelyâ with def, âveryâ with supes, âtotallyâ with totes, are easy ways to make it clear to everyone you talk to that all you have in your head is pink.
And really, the best piece of advice? Keep a little diary with you in your purse or clutch, and every time you have a really good pink moment, make a little tally mark. Make a tally each time you forget something big, whenever you catch someone staring at you showing off your body, for everyone that has to dumb down a concept to explain it to you.Try to beat your record every day, and be more pink in every way.
Something to consider, while you're edging your brains out for hours, rubbing and scrolling and dripping - you deserve other peopleâs orgasms, not your own. You deserve their orgasms on your face, your chest, filling you up and dripping down your thighs. You deserve their orgasms on your tongue, deep in your throat, pressed up against your cervix. Â
Your orgasms? Silly girl, those donât belong to you - and the ache of months of denial suits you much better than permission for release does.
idk how you can talk about punching girls in the stomach and using them as punching bags and all that
like i like it rough and i like a lot of kinky stuff but hearing or reading that just makes me sad
idk why im telling you this cause im sure the response will be that this isnt the blog for me but idk it just makes me feel uneasy even though i like a lot of your writing
I think you might be surprised.Â
The real answer here is that thereâs an incredible intimacy that comes from things that might seem borderline abusive, and that isnât always captured perfectly.Â
Using a girl as a punching bag seems insane, on the face of it - but thatâs not all that itâs about. Itâs also about stringing her up by the wrists so sheâs barely able to stand, pulling her shirt up and her panties down, restraining and exposing her. Itâs also about the moment where I step back and appreciate her struggling, and her helplessness, and her vulnerability, and seeing the fear and adoration and trust mixed together in her eyes. Itâs also about giving out the first few love taps and stifling the gasps with kisses, mixing the brutality with tenderness. Itâs also about creating tears just to dry them with a kiss, creating fear and replacing it with comfort, taking feelings of worthlessness and insignificance and giving them an outlet. Itâs also about the bruises that last days, the way in which her submission is painted on her body like a canvas, and the knowledge that the wincing soreness will remind her of how she took that violence and transformed it into a passionate intimacy.
So ultimately, I wonât tell you that this blog isnât for you - instead, I will encourage you to think of the rougher things in their tender contexts.
One last thing - I will say that, due to variations in anatomy, a girlâs g-spot can often be stimulated externally, and sometimes using a girl as a punching bag is just an excuse to do exactly that.
You ever worry youâll scare a girl off? Do you ever like ease a girl in or is it straight to the pissing and punching?
Of course Iâm not always going to jump straight into the more depraved end of the things I like, no - thereâs often a whole journey of corruption that I quite enjoy. Maybe it starts with getting high and watching porn that includes things the girl has never considered before, or with an innocent-seeming question at the right time, or with a long edging session that leaves them too needy to even consider that they might not like something Iâve suggested. Sometimes itâs about finding where their line is and exploring whatâs set in stone and where theyâre flexible, and sometimes itâs about giving them a reason to confess to themselves what theyâre too embarrassed or ashamed or repressed to admit that they really do want. Corruption, in that way, takes many forms and many paths, and Iâm patient about it - and, the journey is just as rewarding as the destination.
Why donât we keep adding more pink to how you think?
Changing your brain can seem overwhelming at first, but the more you let the pink do it for you, the easier it gets!
It starts with words like edge, rub, and hump - those words start to jump out at you naturally after youâve spent enough time scrolling, donât they? You know exactly what seeing those words does to you - you donât even need to read them, really, not when theyâre pink.Â
Every time you see someone talking about edging until they couldnât think, your cunt starts to drip; every time you see someone talk about how addicted they are to rubbing and grinding, it makes you even more horny; every time you see someone desperately humping away, it makes your clit feel even more needy.
See how easy that was? When pink is how you think, you only have to read your girl words - the rest barely matters!Â
Keep it up! Youâll know youâre being a good girl when your eyes start to skip everything that isnât pink, when your attention goes from the ache of your own desperate holes to daydreaming about being held down and used like a cocksleeve in the blink of an eye. You can go from giggling and looking at pretty outfits to being a distracted and drippy mess because a man walked by; of course, you start thinking about how youâd worship his cock, how heâd fuck your throat, how youâd thank him by eating his ass. Before you know it, youâre edging again, only stopping to deny yourself - after all, good girls need permission -Â and then itâs back to trying to shop.Â
Of course, shopping for cute clothes that show your body off will keep you thinking about how you can be eye candy, and thatâs of course going to lead to you fantasizing more. Itâs okay, in fact itâs only natural!
Remember - little changes make a big difference in becoming a good girl.
you're doing the Lord's work đââïž you deserve throats to choke on your cock and someone to beat
What a thoughtful way to encourage my depravity. I think a throat to stretch and fill, and a pretty little punching bag to take out my frustrations on, would be a perfect way to improve my mood, and of course I agree that I deserve it.
And as for you - I hope you get exactly what you deserve, too.
