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Isn’t this just lovely?

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So need a bed like this!

fuckmethroughthesheets

10 Reasons I’m a Submissive

(in no particular order)

1. Because his pleasure is my pleasure.

There are lots of things in life that bring me pleasure. A perfectly roasted chicken. Unicorns. Glitter. Tootsie rolls. Fairy lights. Getting an A+. A really good action movie with lots of explosions and guns and violence and goofiness. Debating ridiculous philosophical and political and other stuff with my best friends. Traveling. Getting the perfect messy bun. Literally, the list goes on and on and on.

But nothing brings me pleasure the way that his pleasure does, the way my Dom’s pleasure does. And I’m not just talking about sexual pleasure – I’m talking about all kinds of pleasure. Sucking his cock and taking it all the way down my throat over and over until he feeds me his cum and tells me what a good girl I am for him and getting to revel in the fact that I’ve given him such pleasure that he couldn’t help but cum brings me such tremendous pleasure. But you know what else brings me pleasure? Knowing how pleased he is when I serve him his favorite dinner. Knowing how much it pleases him when I fold his t-shirts the right way. Knowing how much he loves and gets pleasure out of watching me sing along (badly) to my bubblegum pop playlist while I wash the kitchen counters. Watching his face light up when I meet him with a drink and a smile when he gets home from work. Kneeling at his feet and leaning against his leg so he can pet my hair while he reads or watches TV and giving him the comfort of knowing I’m there, knowing I kneel for him, knowing I serve him, knowing I love him, knowing that I’m his with that very simple act.

And when it’s sexual? The way he chuckles when I’m tied to his bed and writhing beneath his touch and whimpering and begging for release? It makes me smile inside. The way it turns him on to deny me? It makes me even wetter. The sick and twisted joy he gets out of ruining an orgasm or denying me one? It makes my girl parts tingle and makes me beg even harder. If he didn’t get pleasure out of the things he did to me? It wouldn’t be the same. I get turned on because of his dirty words and his talented fingers and the way he fucks me until I can’t think straight, sure – but, even more, I get turned on by knowing how much pleasure he gets out of watching me whimper and moan and beg and cry and do what I’m told.

It’s all kinds of pleasure. Any pleasure I give him, any way I please him, any way I make his day better or make him happy or make things just a little bit easier for him brings me pleasure. It pleases me to make him feel good. It makes me happy to know that I’ve made him happy. It makes me feel whole and safe and happy and good to bring him pleasure. It lights me up inside. That’s why I serve him – because pleasing him is what makes me the happiest I can be.

2. Because I crave structure and I crave it from him.

I am a person who craves structure. No, I don’t just crave it – I need it. I do better with rules and limits and a schedule in place.

But here’s the thing – I don’t do well with following the rules and limits and schedule when it’s wholly self-imposed. I can create a structure to follow when I have something to answer to (for example: a job). But when I am wholly left on my own I struggle to maintain that balance and those limits and that structure. I do well with picking one thing to focus on and setting up the structure for that (for example: gym and diet) – but when it comes to creating a structure for my overall life I get overwhelmed and tend to withdraw to a day of procrastinating and ignoring the schedule that I’ve tried to put in place for myself.

I am a person who does better when I know someone else has expectations of me. I have such passion and talent and drive – but I struggle with figuring out where to channel all of that without having something to work toward. And my brain works at such a speed and in such a way that instead of being able to focus in on a few options or possibilities I just see all of the options and end up in a never-ending loop of everything I could do and not knowing which to pick. So having someone to help me wade through that, help me set in place the limits and parameters and structure to figure out how to focus that drive and passion and talent… It makes it easier for me to know how to order my day, for me to plan what to get done when, for me to accomplish things and go to bed feeling like I’ve been productive.

So I crave someone who is willing to take on the very heavy responsibility of helping me create a structure for my life and then holding me accountable when it comes to sticking to it.

3. Because I don’t always do what’s best for me and when that happens I need someone I can trust to point that out to me.

It’s true. I have a habit of spiraling and, when I do, sometimes I can recognize it and set myself back on track and pull myself out of the hole. But sometimes I make a bad decision. And then I make another. And before I know it I’ve set myself on the path to a cycle of self-destructive behavior.

And then that happens, I need someone who can gently but firmly sit me down and talk me through it and help me set myself back on the right track. I want him to help me set limits. To help me set-up the rules. To, once again, help me create that structure - or alter the structure that’s already in place.

I need him to be my voice of guidance when I can’t guide myself. I want to know that he has my back. And I want to know that he’ll put limits in place for me when I can’t do it for myself.

4. I need someone to hold me accountable.

I am a people pleaser. I like to please people. And, true, if my mental health struggles and therapy have taught me anything it’s that you can’t live your life entirely focused on pleasing everyone around you. But having a set person in my life who has agreed to be in a relationship with me where he holds me accountable and gives me rules and structure and sets expectations for what he wants from and requires of me gives me a way to feed that people-pleasing need without going overboard and feeding my anxiety.

But it’s more than just feeding that people-pleasing need. It’s about being held accountable. It’s about knowing that if I say I’m going to do something or if he asks me to do something or if he sets me a task or a rule or what have you – that he’s then going to follow-up to ensure that it’s done and, if it’s not, that there are going to be consequences and those consequences are going to come from him.

It’s part of the structure that I need. And I don’t want to put this on someone who doesn’t want to provide that kind of structure or who doesn’t want to take on that responsibility – I’m looking for someone who gets a sense of fulfillment out of taking on that role. Who enjoys providing me structure, who enjoys holding me accountable, who enjoys leading me. Because knowing that he enjoys that helps me feel pleasure, helps me feel calm, helps me feel at peace.

I need to be held accountable. I need to know that there will be consequences for my actions. And I need to know that that accountability and those consequences will come from the person that I respect and trust most.

5. Because I want a relationship that’s a give and take.

So much of what you see on tumblr has to do with the Dom being responsible and taking on all the control and having to set in place all the rules, limits, and boundaries, and having to be responsible for the welfare of their sub and on and on and on…

But that’s not a real D/s relationship. At least not to me.

A real D/s relationship is about a give and take. Both (or all) parties take on responsibility. Both parties are responsible for watching out for the other, for caring for the other, for protecting and respecting and loving the other. Both parties are agreeing to act like adults, to handle disagreements with maturity and within the parameters set-up, to respect the limits and boundaries and rules put in place.

Your Dom takes care of you, yes. Your Dom agrees to hold you accountable. Your Dom agrees to lead you and pleasure you and take on responsibility for providing for your needs. But you take care of your Dom as well. I am responsible for watching out for him, for making sure he’s happy, for ensuring that he’s reaching his full potential and that I’m helping him in whatever way I can. I am responsible for talking to him, for telling him what I think and how I feel and for making sure that I share my problems and worries and issues with him. I am responsible for remembering that he can’t read my mind. I am responsible for asking him if he’s okay. I am responsible for listening when he needs to share his problems and worries and issues with me. I am responsible for taking care of him. I am responsible for loving him and respecting him and being the best I can be for him.

Because when he agrees to take on the responsibility of being my Dom – I, at the same time, am agreeing to take on the responsibility of being his sub. Because the responsibility of a D/s relationship doesn’t belong to just one party – it’s shared between both of us. It’s a partnership, a team, a unit. It’s a power exchange. An exchange. Which means there’s give and take. And I want that. I want to give my partner as much as he allows me to take from him. Because that’s the only way that both of us can remain healthy and whole.

6. Serving gives me pleasure.

Serving him gives me pleasure. Making a home not just with him but for him. Making it pretty, making it pleasing, making it a warm and happy place to come back to every night. Making him dinner. Doing his laundry (but not the ironing!). Making sure his shirts are all hung-up in the proper place when they come home from the dry-cleaner. Bringing him his favorite drink at the end of a long day. Washing him in the shower. Worshipping his cock. Keeping our home clean. Making sure I pick up his favorite snacks at the grocery store. Making sure he remembers to grab a water before he leaves the house for the gym. Serving him in so many ways.

Doing the little things (and the big ones!) that makes his life happier and calmer and altogether just a little bit easier – that makes me happy. Knowing that I’m helping him and making it easier for him to go through his day makes me feel complete.

And I know a lot of people will read this and ask what he’s doing to make my life easier and happier and calmer – and the answer is this: he’s doing so much. He’s holding me accountable. He’s providing my structure. He’s giving me a healthy and safe outlet for fulfilling my needs to please people and to serve. He loves me. He helps me make sure that I take care of myself – and takes care of me when I can’t do it. He gives me just as much as I give him. In his way, he serves me too. It’s a different kind of service than I give him. But it’s still service. Like I said, it’s a give and take.

7. Because kneeling for him brings me tremendous peace.

I suppose this could fall under service but it’s such a distinctive act that brings such tremendous fulfillment and peace that I felt like it deserved its own number.

It really is that simple: kneeling for him brings me peace. Kneeling for him makes me feel safe. Kneeling for him is fulfilling. Kneeling for him is a privilege. Kneeling for him is calming and pleasing and a position of both pride and complete and utter joy.

I love kneeling at his feet. I love kneeling in front of him. I love kneeling in the center of the room so he can watch me. I love kneeling simply because it’s where he wants me to be. It’s like meditation and prayer and supplication all rolled into one. I enjoy taking a position of worship on my knees. I enjoy worshiping him. I enjoy bestowing that honor on him time and time again. And I feel so tremendously lucky every time he allows me the privilege of kneeling at his feet.

It makes me feel safe, it makes me feel whole, and it makes me feel lucky to take my position at his feet. Because it is a physical, positional reminder of who owns me and it gives me the time to reflect on exactly why I picked him.

8. Because I don’t want to be in charge.

It really is that simple. I don’t want to be in charge. I am in charge of so much in my day-to-day life. I take on so much responsibility. I care for my friends, I care for my family, I feed the people I care about, I have tremendous responsibility in work, I am responsible for teaching new hires, I am responsible for providing advice on this blog (and yes, I am aware that is a self-imposed responsibility). And there’s more – so, so much more.

And when I’m done with that I don’t want to make decisions. I don’t want to have to make the rules. I don’t want to have to be responsible for what happens next. I want to be told what to do. I want to be told what is expected. I want to be told how to please someone and how to do it right. I want to submit myself to someone else’s control. I want to hand myself over to him and his decisions and his direction. I want that peace. I want that safety. And I want to end each day with that sense of fulfillment.

9. Sexually, I find far more pleasure in cumming for him than I do in cumming for myself.

Orgasms are great. I love orgasms. I really fucking love to cum.

But cumming for myself just doesn’t give me the overwhelming sense of pleasure (emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually) as cumming for him does. When he tells me how to get there, when he tells me what to say, when he makes me beg and cry and whimper and scream and tell him all of my darkest, dirtiest, most depraved fantasies while I try my hardest not to cum without permission… When he makes me wait for it, makes me edge over and over and over, making me hold off… When he finally tells me to cum. When he finally gives me permission. When he finally tells me to let go… It’s unlike any other feeling. Because I know I have earned that orgasm. Because I know he’s allowing me to have that orgasm because I’ve pleased him so much that I’ve earned the gift of it.

Orgasms are great. They really, really are. But orgasms are even greater when they’re a gift from him.

10. Because I love being told no.

I do. I love the reminder of who is in charge. Or who I have trusted with my welfare and my care and my pleasure and my safety. I love knowing that he’s paying attention to me. I love knowing that he’s watching what I do. I love knowing that he’s making sure I’m staying within the lines – because it reminds me every single time of how committed he is to me and to our dynamic and to the promises that we’ve made to each other.

And I love knowing that he’s in charge. And that he knows he’s in charge. And that he wants to remind me he’s in charge. Because it makes me feel safe. And, tbh, it makes me pretty damn wet.

submissivebluebird

A must read

accidental-muse

the relatable content of this absolutely floored me.

A++. damn.

sweetsassysubbyslut-deactivated

You’re living in my head! At every point I’m thinking “YES! YES! YES!”

Crumbs…

thelovinglyobedientwife

Worth the read…. it’s more than you think or assume why I am this way. Why I want this, and why it’s for Sir.

windspirit-wild

My subby heart flutters when…

He reminds me to take care of myself. It tells me that he cares, that he’s paying attention to my needs. It’s the structure within which I strive, that allows me to climb and fly because he helps me. It makes me well enough to do things. I will forget on my own, make excuses, put it off.

He doesn’t let me.

Because, after all, in his girl. He needs me to take care of myself for him. He needs me to be ok, to be healthy, to be good.

This aspect of submission goes beyond kinky fuckery, this integral part of me. I yearn for rules to feel safe within, I crave guidance. The D/s dynamic gives me accountability, when I’d otherwise tell myself that it’s fine to skimp on self care. It’s an agreement between us, an exchange of power. He takes responsibility of me, and I listen and follow his directives. I know and trust that he has my best interests at heart and in mind.

His job as Dominant is to care for me, nurture me, guide me; mine as submissive is to follow his lead, to serve, to obey, to submit my momentary wants and whims to both of our needs that he is trying to protect. Because he protects me and keeps me safe, even from my self.

Though I might grumble or whine in the moment, I enjoy his reminders and rules. It means love, because my well being is in his thoughts. He actively is engaging with me to take care of me. I have his attention.

And that makes me happy.

jencat74

7/6

This....

bedtimeforbadgirls

Daddy Discipline

She had been quite naughty all day, pushing rules and being disrespectful to daddy.

Daddy had shown the patience of a saint. He constantly correcting her and guided her trying to make sure she knew what she should be doing. But today she was in a naughty mood and bored, she kept playing up, trying to distract daddy from his work.Finally daddy lost his patience.

“I think you definitely need some discipline young lady”

“Do I daddy?” she replies a picture of innocence.

“Yes” he says very firmly. He takes her by the hand and leads her to The Room; the one he calls the play room, the one that makes her nervous thinking about what will happen there, the one that makes her drip thinking about what will happen there, the one that scares her!

Leading her in, he tells her to strip. She complies as he looks through the cupboards deciding what he will use on her. Seeing him look through the vibrator collection she thinks “Oh god I hope he is going to tie me to a hitachi wand again..that was amazing”. But no, it was not to be, instead he pulls out the cane.

She shudders visibly at the site of it, she knows just what pain and bruising that simple rod can inflict. “Good girl, now stand over there, bend over and grab your ankles” he instructs and then explains the reason for her punishment:

“This is going to hurt you a lot, but it hurts me more that you continue not to respect daddy properly” he says. His voice was not angry but firm.

“Yes Daddy” she says and moves quickly to comply. She bends over and grabs her ankles, waiting to feel the sting from the cane. Walking over he lifts her skirt draping it on her back revealing her lovely arse. He loves that arse, it gives him so much pleasure.

Pulling her panties down to her knees he asks her “now, how many strokes do you need?”

“10 daddy” she replies feeling a little brave.

“20 it is then” he snapped back, letting her now who was really in charge.

She shudders at this, previously 4 strokes had had her crying, 20 seems like an awful lot. Her pussy watered at the thought.

“Now I want you to count each stroke”, he says in a voice that brokers no argument.

Tapping her bottom a few times with the cane and then “thwack” bought it down hard and strong onto her cheeks. She whimpers a simple “1 daddy”.

But he knows this is about respect and he needs to re-enforce that, “Err what do you say when someone gives you something?” he asks in a very stern voice. “Oh, yes,…..Thank you daddy”

“That’s better - that’s what we call respect, and manners. Something that you have been lacking today young lady”.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry daddy”. With a swipe the cane cracks hard on her arse again.

She arches her back trying not to yelp with the pain “2 daddy, thank you”.

The next 3 are delivered in quick succession as she cries out “3,4,5 daddy.. thank you daddy”. He pauses for a second. "Do you know why daddy is doing this?“

“Yes Daddy.. I was being a brat this morning” He delivers another stroke straight across both cheeks “And are you sorry?”

6” Daddy, thank you" , she whimpers as tears stream down her pretty face, “yes Daddy,I’m sorry for being a brat”. “Good girl, you are learning”,

Another 4 come down hard on her bottom making it look all pretty and striped.“7,8,9,10 thank you daddy”, she is crying so hard now she is almost choking, her arse burning, make-up running down her face.

“Now I want you to stand in the corner with your bottom exposed and think about your behaviour” he commands.“Yes Daddy” she whimpers through her tears and stands in the corner, making sure her ass is exposed for him.

Tears still running down her face.He grabs his phone and answers some work emails and messages. All the time he works he checks to make sure she is still standing with her red bottom exposed to view and with the cooling air wafting across it.Eventually he finishes his work, “Good girl - have you learnt your lesson?”

“Yes Daddy” “So now you are going to get a further 10 strokes. Do you know why?” She thinks for a moment, “Because you want to make sure you follow through with my punishment and so that I learn my lesson on not being a brat?”

He laughed, she clearly understood what her punishment was about “Well there is that, but also because it makes daddy hard to hurt your bottom. Bend over

“He pulls his semi-hard cock out of his pants and gives it a couple of stroke. Then stops to deliver a hard stroke of the cane to her bottom. Letting out a yelp as the cane hits her, now very tender, buttocks “11, thank you daddy”.

Her pussy starts to drip on the floor as she looks back and sees him stroking his cock. Her arse is burning, but the desire for that cock burns stronger.

He rubs his cock again, it’s nicely hard now. Again he stops to deliver a hard stroke to her “sit upon” area.

She whimpers, squirms and arches her back as she tries to deal with the pain “12 daddy, Thank you daddy” He takes some of the precum forming at the tip and rubs it round the head, clearly loving the feel of it.

Rapidly another 5 strokes come down on her. He is hard as rock now. “13,14,15,16,17”, she is crying again, moaning as each jolt of pain sears through her body. Her pussy dripping now, so wet and open for him, “ thank you daddy”.

He drops his trousers and pants and deliver the final three strokes as hard as he can, wanting to to leave marks on her perfect body for a good long time.She is barely able to count from crying so hard, her juices running down her thighs. “18,19,20. Thank you daddy”.

“Good girl, See how hard you have made daddy” Turning she sees his hard cock “Wow, Yes Daddy. My little pussy needs your cock please, I promise I’ll be good” “hmm, this is supposed to be punishment. You are not supposed to enjoy it.”, he sighs “bend over then”.

“Yes Daddy”, she bends over exposing her tight dripping wet cunt “I need daddy’s seed” Positioning himself behind her, he plunges into her sopping wet cunt easily. She moans loudly as he pushes against her sore arse and deep inside her.. his cock feeling 10 times bigger than normal.

“Please fuck me hard daddy”, she begs.He pumps her twice and pulls his cock out, "this is supposed to be punishment young lady, so your pussy was only for lube, this is going up your arsehole”.

She squeals “oh god no, my arse is so sore and you are so big”, but inside she knew it was pointless to complain. He positioned his cock at her sphincter and pushed through the ring of muscle into her most private place.

She groaned at the intrusion, the feeling of being so full made her pussy drip on the floor.Her walls grabbed him and it felt so deliciously tight and warm in there.

“Please go slow, you feel huge” she begged.Slowly he moved inside her, drawing out till his head tugged at her ring. Having initially resisted the intruder, now her arse did not want to let it go. She felt her ring gripping him, pulling away from her and just when she thought he would pop out he pushed back inside her. His warm rod driving relentlessly, slowly, deep into her.They repeated this dance a few more times till she said “Yes I’m ready”.

In an instant he grabbed her hair and pulled back on it, slamming back deep into her bottom. She screams with the intensity of the emotions and pain that her body is experiencing.

Whimpering and crying as he continues to bugger her hard and fast. “Stroke your clit baby - cum on my cock” he commands as he hammers her like some cheap street hooker. Reaching down rubbing her clit, she almost instantly begins her climax. She starts to scream with the release of all the pent up tension inside her body “fuckkkkkkk!!!”. “Good girl, cum hard” he encourages her as he knows is not far behind her. The orgasm rippling through her body squeezing his shaft in all number of pleasurable ways.

Grabbing her hips, pulls her tight to him and his cock pulses deep inside her flooding her bowels with his seed.As his orgasm subsides he pulls out, then carries her to their bed. He lays her down & slides in beside her as they cuddle close.

She kisses him “thank you daddy”

“Thank you little one”

Thanks to @lexie198528 for technical help on this story and just being there.

dirtylittlebookworm

SCC Prompt Set #23

What is something you need/require from your partner?

Oh, lots of things, honestly. But mostly I need him to, as @instructor144 puts it, “tug on the leash”. Rules, protocol, expectations… I need to know who’s in charge and I need there to be absolutely no question that it’s him.

I need reminders that he’s in charge. And it’s not that I need them because I forget - I need them (and want them) because it makes me feel calm, peaceful, safe, and secure. I like being reminded of my place and if he doesn’t do it then I find myself acting out to feel him pull the leash tighter. And I hate acting out.

The metaphorical leash is there for a reason. And I need it to be held tightly and securely. I need to know he’s not going to drop it and that he’s paying attention to our dynamic and taking care with the gift of my submission. I need to know that he knows he’s in charge. And that he likes it that way - just like I do.

What makes you feel beautiful?

This is a hard question. I struggle a lot with body image and self-image. (That’s part of why I posted so many nudes on @fuckmethroughthesheets - because I was trying to learn to love my body.)

What makes me feel beautiful? Honestly? Being on my knees at his feet with his cock in my mouth. And being naked for him. I may not be a big fan of my body, but when he looks at me and gets pleasure from it that makes me feel beautiful.

What are your thoughts on bratting?

I suppose it depends on where it’s coming from. If it’s coming from a place of disrespect or disobedience then I don’t want anything to do with that. But a little bit of brattiness - in a sassy, playful sense - can be fun.

I mean, real talk: I identify as a smartass masochist (SAM). I have sass for days. I like to be sassy and tease him and sarcasm is a fundamental part of my sense of humor. I even come right up on the line sometimes (but I try really, really, really hard not to cross it).

But it comes from a place of fun. Of enjoying ourselves. I have no interest in having the sass beat out of me. I need someone who enjoys it. But If ever he’s not in the mood all he has to do is let me know and I’ll reign it in.

But everything - everything - comes from a foundation of respect and obedience. That’s the only way, for me, to be.

How does outside stress affect your submission or service?

It makes me need to feel the tug of the leash even more. Outside stress - when it’s there - can become consuming for me. It gets my brain going 100 miles a minute. It makes me feel off-center and grumpy and unsure. It can make me fall down on the job a little bit.

And when that happens I need my Dom to bring me back to focus. I need him to remind me of my place. I need him to remind me that he’s in charge and he makes the decisions and to use me so that the only thing I know is him.

@sccwriting

delightfulsubg-deactivated20210

The Silent Treatment

This meme came across my dash earlier. I saw it a few years ago while in the midst of a silent treatment and it resonated. At that point, I was married to an emotionally abusive narcissist. I am hoping that by sharing this,” Doms” who choose to use this method will understand how harmful it is. My silent treatment began as a result of my Dr. putting me on bedrest at 6 months pregnant. I won’t bore you with the episode that led to the treatment, but from that moment until I left a year and a half later, the only words he spoke to me were because he absolutely had to. (For instance, people were around, or he needed information he couldn’t otherwise do without) We lived in the same house, ate meals together, etc. but he wouldn’t look at me, or speak to me. This wasn’t the first time I had gotten the silent treatment. In the past, it had really hurt. This time… was different. This time, I was thankful. It meant I didn’t have to hear his negativity, his criticisms and put downs. I didn’t have to hear how everything was my fault. No more crazy gas lighting. In this year and a half…. I got stronger. I stopped caring about what he thought, or even what he wanted. For someone with a submissive personality, who lives to serve and please others, to stop caring…. that takes a lot. I formed a plan to escape, and I did. Wasn’t as smooth as I’d hoped, but I left. I never once regretted walking away from him. There was a moment when watching my children hurt over being bounced back and forth that I wondered if it was right… but even then, I didn’t regret leaving. The custody battle was hell…. I felt very weak, but looking back, I do realize the strength it took. Not only to leave, but to fight. Long before I left, I learned how to live without him. You may be thinking, I am not abusive. Maybe you would never give the silent treatment for more than a few days. Maybe you don’t feel you are otherwise abusive, and maybe you aren’t. Maybe you simply don’t understand what the silent treatment does.

In the beginning.. it is crushing. There is no punishment bigger than knowing you’ve disappointed the one you love. So just the idea that you’ve hurt or angered someone enough that they feel the need to further crush you by ignoring you.. feels devastating. She may even believe she deserves it. Which honestly is just worse. It reinforces an idea that she (or he, using female pronouns because that’s what applies to me) is worthless. I will assume at the very least, that if you have entered into a power exchange relationship, (or ANY kind of relationship) that there is genuine care and concern for the person who has put their life and well being into your hands. If the weight of that doesn’t convince you of the seriousness of this talk, please relinquish the title of Dom. Why would you want anyone to feel worthless? What infraction could possibly warrant making someone feel they have no value?

Once the crushing period is over, the next phase is numbness. If you continue to dish this out as punishment, she will get a point where she closes part of herself off. This should never be a goal for a Dom. In order for her brain to come to terms with the abusive behavior, she has to disconnect from her feelings about what is happening. If your relationship wasn’t in trouble before, it’s in serious trouble now. She no longer feels emotionally safe with you, even if she doesn’t understand yet that is what is happening. She is more likely to hide things from you. Not out of rebellion or disobedience, but out of emotional fear. Many subs will walk away before it gets to this point, and they should. There will be those that stay for one reason or another. Just because they are still there, doesn’t mean it is healthy. The last phase, is where it starts to strengthen her. You’ve taught her how to live without you. There will come a point where she realizes, that emotionally, she is already alone and can’t count on you. She’ll eventually figure out any other obstacles that may keep her there, finances or what not. Do you want to be the guy that puts her through any of these phases? Can you look in the mirror knowing you made someone feel like this and still think of yourself as a good guy? Would you stay with a sub who periodically felt you didn’t deserve her attention? Do you want to be the reason someone in the future feels it’s important to write a blog about guys who administer the silent treatment? Do you think it would be ok for a man to treat your mother, or daughter that way? Not that it should take that to understand how abusive it is, it shouldn’t, but if that’s the way this hits home to you, then think of it in those terms. Do you want anyone to make your daughter feel worthless and unlovable? A punishment should better your sub, not make her need therapy.

Please… just stop.

leftys-realm

“She did things with him, things she never imagined herself doing. Things she hadn’t known she was capable of. Sexual things, intimate things, opening herself up in such a way making herself nothing but vulnerable in his hands. Not because he had demanded them, but because he made her want to.”

lawanis

True ………..

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jencat74

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texasboyz76-blog

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Big fucking boy!!!

What breed is this!!! I LOVE HIM!

cloudfreed

he’s a tibetan mastiff! also he’s blonde

this big boy looks huge because, well, he is. but he’s also extremely FLUFFY. judging by the military uniforms and the “no photography” sign, he must be in a military K9 unit. and it takes three (four?) people to groom him!!!

dogs like this are huge and fluffy because they were bred to protect livestock from predators! the hair helps to prevent bites and scratches from wolves and bears! this big boy’s parents were probably equally fluffy!