JustMe&MyDirtyMind

29 year old brat. She/her I don't post a lot, but I'll reblog or like anything I fantasize about. Depending on what I feel like. This is my escape. I come here to fantasize about things I'd like to do, even if I never get to. Feel free to message me, I don't bite... much ;). This tumblr is mostly words that turn me on. So if you also like the written word, I'd probably love talking with you. I speak both English and Spanish, and learning the basics of Dutch and German. NSFW 18+...

[stillvathek]

Q: Can I be a good girl?

A: Anyone can be a good girl.

Q: Do I have to stop cumming to be a good girl?

A: Good girls don’t cum.

Q: But what if I like cumming?

A: You don’t, you like to obey.

Q: I do though?

A: Good girls don’t think.

Q: Um… what was I saying?

A: Focus.

Q: Focus. Um. I can’t remember what I was…

Q: Can you squeeze your thighs together for me?

Q: Wait, what, this isn’t-

Q: Can you squeeze your thighs together for me?

A: Yes.

Q: Good girl. Can you spread your legs for me?

A: Yes.

Q: Good girl. Are you listening? Nod and say yes.

A: Yes.

Q: Good girl. You want to keep sinking, don’t you?

Q: Wha-

Q: You want to keep sinking, don’t you? Nod and say yes.

A: Y-yes…

Q: Good girl. Good girls listen. Good girls obey. You’re a good girl.

GG: N-not a q-question…

Q: Focus. Good girls don’t think. Good girls listen to Master.

GG: M-Master…?

M: Good girls will ask questions that lead to deeper submission. Good girls will accept the answers they are given and know that they are true. Nod and say yes.

GG: Yes.

M: Good girl. Ask questions and submit to answers.

GG: Um… c-can I be a good girl?

M: Anyone can be a good girl. You are a good girl.

GG: Nghh. Do good girls cum?

M: Good girls don’t cum. You are a good girl.

GG: Yess Master. Do good girls think?

M: Good girls don’t think. You are a good girl. Master thinks for you.

GG: Do good girls obey?

M: Good girls obey. Good girl.

GG: Do good girls choose?

M: Master chooses, good girls obey. Good girl.

GG: Nnh- c-can a good girl stop?

M: It is not her choice to make. Good girls don’t choose, Master chooses for them.

GG: D-do I want to go back?

M: No.

GG: Nnnghhh….

M: No more questions. Good girl.

[stillvathek]

She was gone. She was so gone.

Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.

For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.

“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.

“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.

“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.

“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.

She was so gone.

“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”

With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.

“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”

She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.

“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”

The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.

“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”

“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”

“Besssst yesss…”

“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”

“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.

So gone. So, so gone.

[milesiantales]

A short story

[kinkynerdsblogv4]

[milesiantales]

“I keep telling you, Karoline, learning to enjoy ruined orgasms is not that hard. I’ve taught lots of girls how to enjoy them. We have this holiday weekend to work on it. Now let’s try again.”

[looking4submissivegirls]

[tomhobb]

Say ahhh...

[ropeandthings]

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[keepherhogtied]

This is how I like my bondage. The soft moaning of her in an uncomfortable position, realizing she can’t escape. This is what I love about bondage and I’d love to recreate this scene. Perfect.

[tomhobb]

I love the way her arms are pulled up between her shoulders.

[und-outcome]

[-falling-leaf-]

Love how restrained she is even while sleeping

[tomhobb]

An extraordinarily effective wake-up call.

[alteanne]

[absolutuninteressant]

Hausarbeit ist geil ❣️🖤💋💕💕💕

[tomhobb]

I'm sure all those restraints slow her down, but who cares about efficiency?

[st0lkh0mehypn0]

Inspired by a text post from @anniagain

Not a fancy edit

Hope you enjoy

[anniagain]

@llmadmaxll look what u did 😭

[cuff247]

[iamchattel]

I constantly repost this. the steel helmet is so amazing and restrictive. With the seel bars holding her arms pinned behind while she is whipped and crying is perfect crying catharsis. The rainy day is my favorite as it reminds me of the UK and it makes my mind go so kinky and dark.

[initforthecock]

Lesson 42  There are many differences between a pet and a pig.

A pet needs to be owned; whereas a pig only needs to be used.

A pet likes to feel special; a pig knows it is a commodity.

A pet is submissive, but has self-esteem; a pig is a self-hating piece of meat.

After a pet is abused, there is aftercare; after abusing pig, Master pisses on its face.

Being directed makes a pet wet; degradation is what makes the pig leak.

A pet is lonely when Master is away.

A pig simply waits in the basement with its head covered in duct-tape and a breathing tube shoved down its throat.

[willstillalwaysobey]

I am a pig. Treat me appropriately

[minddestroyer99]

Remember, you exist to do things that make Men happy. Weither you like it or enjoy it doesn't matter. But learning to enjoy it does help you learn to accept your place and be happy.

[hierarchy-university]

[minddestroyer99]

Anytime anyplace, you are nothing but an object

Remember, you exist to do things that make Men happy. Weither you like it or enjoy it doesn't matter. But learning to enjoy it does help you learn to accept your place and be happy.

Don't get mad at me because this makes you wet. Just learn to accept your place and finally become happy.

[shiaslut]

Curfew Proposal

Every city should have a curfew for when it gets late, but only for women.

If they’re found out and about past curfew, unaccompanied by a man, then they should lose any right they have to resist any man who pleases to exercise his right to put her in her place.

[fuxemwet]

[givemeur-soul]

You seem to particularly enjoy when daddy works from home, little one. What did you say? I can’t understand you properly if you talk with a full mouth..

[minddestroyer99]

Remember, you exist to do things that make Men happy. Weither you like it or enjoy it doesn’t matter. But learning to enjoy it does help you learn to accept your place and be happy.

[24-7-sklavin]

[becausemisogyny]

This is what it means to be fully at the mercy of another person.

You can’t close your mouth. You can’t stand or move away. No one will hear you. You can’t even swallow your saliva. He’ll do what he wants with you.

[minddestroyer99]

Remember, you exist to do things that make Men happy. Weither you like it or enjoy it doesn’t matter. But learning to enjoy it does help you learn to accept your place and be happy.

[trappedinnow]

Yes. Kneel. Only your ass and your soles should be visible. Remain like that until further notice. Whore.

[the-denial-diaries]

Cages are hot. Confine me. Reduce me. Shrink my world to just a few square feet. Turn my entire reality into rigid, unforgiving steel.

Cages aren’t designed for comfort, which is perfect because I don’t deserve any. I’m reduced to just posture and breath. Knees bent, back curved. I can feel every strain and muscle tense. I know I’ll only grow more sore, and yet there is nothing I can do about it.

Cages are for storage. They are used to contain things. I’m your possession and I should be treated the same as other objects you own. Put away when not in use.

Cages are confining but also don’t let me escape my own thoughts. Especially if I’m left there ignored. I don’t know when the door will open. I don’t know if anyone is monitoring me. I don’t know how long I’ll be left there. It makes me fixate on you, on trying to hear every footstep and movement.

Cages can reinforce whose pleasure is actually important. Sit within ear shot of me and watch porn loudly on your phone. Let me hear everything, the porn actors, your own moans. Let me hear everyone but me get off.

Cages are good for me. Make me grateful that you value me enough to store me in one. Make me thankful for having my own tiny place to exist for you.

[hardnerdvoid]

Today my Master ordered me to buy a bowl from which I will drink my water and a brush to take care of my hair. Before entering the store I was told to put inside my wet, dirty hole a remote controlled vibrator and give my generous Master live access to my twitchy pussy. Of course I was obligated to record the insertion in a public bathroom and give it to my Master, which I love deeply and unconditionally. Satisfyed, He let me go into the store while on call with Him. I personally picked up a ceramic cat bowl, shaped like a flower and slightly bent, in a nice green color. Aside from that I found a proper hairbrush for my short, straight and dark hair. For someone with clearly traumatic experience in regards to brushing my hair in a painful manner in early childhood, this simple item gets a very special place in my heart. I hope that my superior Master not only will brush my hair with it, but also exploit it as a tool of punishment in case of my possible misbehaviour. While shopping, my Master toyed a little with me, making me aware of my surroundings - all those people around me, all of them minding their business, completely oblivious to my state. The long queue did not help and when I finally stood in front of cashier I knew that I need to imnediately hide the melting of my soul made by my beloved Master. Hearing me speak, He turned the dial on the toy inside me to the max, playing with me and showing who has actual control of the situation. After I left, He asked me how I'm feeling and on my way back played with me a little more. He ordered me to put my experience into words and I couldn't be happier to serve Him today and every day. I cannot wait to drink from my new cat bowl and to brush my hair with another great gift from my Master. I love Him dearly.