Some birds want to be caged...

I am a female submissive, and as you can gather from my url I am happily owned by a wonderful Master. While I am happy to answer serious questions about being a sub, please keep crude remarks and judgement calls to yourself, thanks. I post about bdsm, submission, random nature photos, cats and whatever else catches my eye. This blog is 18+. Please do not follow or reblog if you are under 18. Go here to participate in the study I am running on mental health in the kink community: http://masterslilbird.tumblr.com/post/92025323761/research-study

[xavrdolan]

How are you helping me? You come in here and you’re a weight on me. You’re a burden. You’re just dragging me down. 

Shame dir. Steve McQueen

[bythedevilshand]

The random thoughts of a Dominant sadist #7 of 12.

Casual Dominance-

Take her utensils out of her hand in public to cut up her meat while dining in public. Using your fork to take a bite of her food because ultimately you’re the Dominant taker and hers is yours. Feeding her a bite to show her you care and she’s too small to do it on her own. Putting your hands on her shoulder and straightening her posture because you know better and her body is yours to manipulate how you feel. Instruct her to look into your eyes and say “you just wanted to enjoy the moment”. It’s yours to enjoy as is she. Saying “manners” in her ear as you approach friends in a firm low tone perhaps even telling her she always does so good right before you get close to your company, after all she is a little girl and they need guidance and some positive reinforcement. Calling her little girl and telling her you’ll take care of her in public. Reminding her “knees apart when you’re in my car,” it’s tradition and a sign of respect for your Dominant. Easy access for him should always be a priority. If he uses it or not is no concern of yours, only your offering is concern of yours. Cupping her inner upper thigh when you drive feeling the warmth off her cunt. Holding her hand when she’s next to you to keep her at your side and not in front of you. A woman should be walked like a large dog. When she is in front of you hold her lower hip under her shirt, hold her by her belt under her shirt, hold the back of her neck or keeping your hand firmly but casually tightened in her hair to walk her in front of you as opposed to just allowing her in front of you. If she’s positioned before you while walking display her like a proud trophy you’re holding up with a firm hand.

{My words, originally posted on That-Devil-Just-Smiled 2016}

[prettyfordaddy-deactivated20181]

Me opening my mouth to talk back is the perfect time for you to quiet me with your cock

[the-dark-basement]

A simple lesson that even the brattiest of little cunts can understand 😁

[holly-gonightly]

But, like, consensual objectification is amazing.

Use me as your ottoman. 

Your footstool. 

Your statue. 

Your nightstand. 

Your source of lubrication. 

Your rag to wipe up fluids. 

Use my body for your purposes, your sadism, your satisfaction.

What am I good for if not pleasing you? 

[pantagruelic]

[celestial-dynasty]

She would never mention his name in conversation. After death, he became a shadow of a figure in her language, distancing herself from their history. And yet, her mind spoke of him continuously. Behind tired eyes, this sacred name was imprinted; an imperishable sound within her troubled thoughts.

Celestial Dynasty (via celestial-dynasty)

[plathisms-blog]

and many woven garlands made of flowers around your soft throat.

Sappho, If Not, Winter (tr. by Anne Carson)

[immortalbeloved24]

He reminds her all the time.

[bdsm4fap]

[nedverdiger]

[domesticated-wife]

Perhaps you feel humiliated. That’s good because that will remind you to be humble before your husband. He is entitled to ask what he wants, and you have an obligation to meet their desire without even thinking.

[fortheloveofasubmissive-deactiv]

A leash has two ends and both must be held. Pride of ownership goes both ways.

~ For The Love of a Submissive, 2013

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[andallshallbewell]

[provst-deactivated20190401]

“Bilingualism strikes me as a kind of synesthesia. Instead of seeing colors associated with letters and words, instead of hearing melodies, what I hear with language is the play and echo of the other language. The option to say it differently, and thus to live it differently. Language is not only a means of communication or description. It’s a framework in which we process existence. Yi writes: “It is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet it is impossible in my native language.” As every bilingual person and translator knows, there are certain words—a feeling, a way of being—that is absent in one language but perfectly brought to life in another. A word that, by existing, gives permission to be. What if you need that which does not exist in your language?”

— Yoojin Grace Wuertz, “Mother Tongue”

[taylortheslut-deactivated201910]

romantic idea: someone tells me how much of a disgusting cunt i am and makes me beg them to suck their cock.

[the-dark-basement]

And I’ll laugh at your pathetic desperation, making you earn it by licking my boots. Then I’ll cuff your hands behind your back and watch you grind your cunt on my boot while my hard cock is laid across your face, and you look up at me with those beautiful doe eyes and whimper and plead for my cock in your mouth, like a starving puppy at its food dish.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Because the people who love us scratch us. We have to let others be free to show us their love however they choose, however they know, however they can. And what is love, anyway? It’s clawmarks, scratches, scars, traces someone leaves inside of you.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

[thepoeticsir-deactivated2024071]

“The softer she was, The harder he became…”

— Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2018

[fearless-man]