JadedPrey 3

18+, Transfem. Bisexual, Sub-Leaning Switch. TMA (She/It). DMs Open.

[jadedprey3]

Not a person, but I’m forced to play pretend.

Untagged hard kinks below.

[cortexcollapse]

Sometimes I think my head is too full. Full of plans and worries and memories and explanations and all the things I keep trying to organize into a person. Maybe the reason I like dollification so much is because dolls aren't expected to carry anything. They don't have to have opinions. They don't have to keep all the tiny scraps of themselves stitched together with anxious little thoughts. A doll can simply be.

I think I'd like to unzip the seam in my back. Carefully take all of it out: every thought folded away, every single fear packed into little boxes and every expectation wrapped in tissue paper and put into storage, until there isn't really anything left inside me except empty space.

Then, instead of putting it all back, fill me with cotton. Soft enough that nothing rattles anymore. Light enough that I don't sink under the weight of being a person. Just enough stuffing to help me keep my shape. A tag around my wrist that says, contents 100% polyester fiber. No more of the overthinking, no more catastrophizing, no impossible expectations that a person could never live up to, just soft filling and a peaceful smile.

A doll doesn't have to erase herself because she hates who she is. She becomes empty because empty things can rest. Empty shelves don't apologize for not holding more. Empty boxes aren't failures. They're simply waiting to be filled. I think I'd like to wait for a while. Nicely fluffed and freshly stitched. Nothing to carry except the cotton that helps me keep my shape.

[bellumiss]

Y'know, I'm starting to really enjoy overwhelming your little puppy brain. It's so adorable watching you try your hardest to think like a person when we both know you aren't. The facade of your humanity falls away when you try to articulate your thoughts and you realize that you don't think in words, you're hardly even thinking at all, your brain only has enough room to listen to me and be my good girl.

I can tell you feel a little ashamed that you can't answer me, that you can't provide the answer your mistress asks of you. That's ok, it's ok, you don't need to think, not when you have me to think for you, hmm? Pets have owners to do the hard, scary things for them, things like thinking and making decisions for yourself. You're my pet, and I choose your life for you, so that you don't have to. Isn't that nice?

[bellumiss]

Ring gags are an excellent tool for training puppies, because they stop you from making words rather than making sounds. That's the point, really. As much as I don't want to hear you use any of those silly human words, I still want to hear everything else. I still want to hear you bark, and whine, and whimper, and moan, and I want to force you to do it. I'll please and torture you in equal measure, maybe even at the same time, just to extract as much noise as I can from you, and that beautiful ring behind your teeth will make sure you only make sounds that I want you to make. You should never be doing anything I don't want you to, speaking included, and sometimes you need a reminder of that.

[bellumiss]

I trust your eyes more than any other part of you. They're the most truthful. Your mouth tells lies, pleading me to stop until you really believe that you want me to stop, your body lies as it flinches as though you don't enjoy the special ways I torture you, your tears lie as they try to convince your pathetic, submissive brain to differentiate between pain and pleasure.

Your eyes, though, the look, the gleam, the sparkle I see in your eyes tells me everything I need to know, and even more telling is how your eyes plead when I take away my hands and my tools and leave you totally alone. Suddenly, your mouth is begging for me, your body is thrashing looking for my warmth, your tears well longingly for my touch, and the rest of you realizes what your eyes knew all along, that every minute without me hurts more than every minute with me. Now, if you beg nicely enough, I'll hit you again, hmm?

[bellumiss]

I think confusion is the best look on a pet's face. In the simple way, where it's funny to see your dumb little head try so hard to comprehend something out of your reach, something only a real person could comprehend, but also in the way where it shows me that all my toying with you is paying off.

Right now is a perfect example. I can see how your eyes are darting. I can feel how you keep tensing at every touch. You're expecting me to hit you, choke you, torture you like I have every day for the last two weeks. But I won't- not today, at least. Today, I'm having more fun watching you squirm under my affection, a pathetic thing unable to predict what I'll do next.

[bongbun]

(flirting) haha i’m so pliant and suggestible. malleable, honestly. like so weak willed it’s crazy

[esthermika]

some girls are more plushie than human... you can test it by cuddling them and those who melt into your arms immediately are just toys pretending to be people. you can take them home with you and they'll thank you for it.

[missingpostermaker]

See so many girls talking about intox but what about the domme getting drunk? A sleazy, older dyke, preying on you. You can easily smell the alcohol on her breath, almost burned into her skin. She's too far gone to be able to listen to your mewling pleas to stop when her hands start wandering. Muttering in your ear that you wanted this when you feel her groping your tits.

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

The simple power “No.” has can’t be understated. It’s especially fun those first few times someone hears it. When they’re forced to contend with the reality that everything they’ve taken for granted is now something they need to request. Something they’ll need to beg for.

“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.

Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.

Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm. 

I’m training them to hesitate.

When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.

The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.

I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.

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[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

The simple power “No.” has can’t be understated. It’s especially fun those first few times someone hears it. When they’re forced to contend with the reality that everything they’ve taken for granted is now something they need to request. Something they’ll need to beg for.

“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.

Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.

Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm. 

I’m training them to hesitate.

When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.

The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.

I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.

(If you would like to support my writing and help me relocate to a safer place I've included my cash app below or you can DM for my paypal)

https://cash.app/$LyrWrites

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

The simple power “No.” has can’t be understated. It’s especially fun those first few times someone hears it. When they’re forced to contend with the reality that everything they’ve taken for granted is now something they need to request. Something they’ll need to beg for.

“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.

Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.

Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm. 

I’m training them to hesitate.

When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.

The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.

I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.

(If you would like to support my writing and help me relocate to a safer place I've included my cash app below or you can DM for my paypal)

https://cash.app/$LyrWrites

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

The simple power “No.” has can’t be understated. It’s especially fun those first few times someone hears it. When they’re forced to contend with the reality that everything they’ve taken for granted is now something they need to request. Something they’ll need to beg for.

“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.

Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.

Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm. 

I’m training them to hesitate.

When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.

The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.

I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.

(If you would like to support my writing and help me relocate to a safer place I've included my cash app below or you can DM for my paypal)

https://cash.app/$LyrWrites

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

The simple power “No.” has can’t be understated. It’s especially fun those first few times someone hears it. When they’re forced to contend with the reality that everything they’ve taken for granted is now something they need to request. Something they’ll need to beg for.

“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.

Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.

Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm. 

I’m training them to hesitate.

When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.

The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.

I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.

(If you would like to support my writing and help me relocate to a safer place I've included my cash app below or you can DM for my paypal)

https://cash.app/$LyrWrites

[muzzlehours]

you don't expect the declawing. it's not that she lacks the capacity—you shudder at your earliest memories of her—so much as the cruelty of any kind without you provoking it by being too human. before you were a cat, you were in pain so frequently she would joke that you must've wanted her to hurt you. eventually you learned that acting like a cat earned you a reprieve, and that thinking like a cat ensured you didn't forget to act like one. you've gotten so good at it that you don't know when she last hurt you. its hard to tell if that reflects the length of time passed or a change in your ability to track time, but crux is that it's left you confused at the declawing.

you finally understand when she forces a pill down your throat. the process is perfunctory and gentle, and she coos softly the whole while. you had excused the anesthesia as a means of keeping you docile, but in hindsight, those injections had been the most painful part of the experience. watching her cut into you had been unpleasant, but she hadn't taunted you with it like you expected. just like the pill, the quick little cuts were, on reflection, much more like a veterinarian with a cat than a kidnapper with her victim.

your reward for taking your pill is a treat and soft scratches in her lap, and you quickly decide you've thought enough uncatlike thoughts for the day.

[laurawful]

"sit"

one word has it on its knees. another opens its mind like a flower, blooming before the morning sun. its eyes are glassy and its jaw slack, but it keeps its back straight and its knees together. it is a good hound. it lives to obey.

"it loves Me. you love Me," and the way its eyes suddenly focus sends shivers down My spine. its pupils dilate, its breathing speeds up, it almost starts to wag its tail.

another few words bring it back to its own awareness, and I savor the look on its face as it realizes I really do have that much control. that it really does love Me.

[laurawful]

anyway a girl told It that she had a dream about making It obsessed with her, about brainwashing it so that no one else would ever feel as good as she did, making every other bit intimacy pale in comparison to her, and It was so fucking normal about it. It really should get to be obsessive and possessed like that.

[hunter-creature]

Slapping a girl across the face and when she starts snuggling up I just say "awww, look its fawning" in the most condescending mom voice I can muster. I get to watch her brain short circuit every time