Welcome. Iām a trans femboy (he/they) dom-leaning switch with a slutty imagination. this blog is adults ONLY and thus anyone under 18 must depart immediately . *claps twice* butler, please show all minors out and close the drawbridge. . . the rest of you may follow me as we descend to the dungeon ā but first, read the fine print:
Informed Consent
This blog is 18+ and intended only for adults. If I suspect you are a minor for any reason I will block you.
All characters and situations are fictional. These concepts are not written to be replicated irl. Nor do they reflect my irl beliefs. This is a cathartic fantasy space.
This blog is intended to be enjoyed by folks with similar kinks. If you donāt like the way it makes you feel, please do what you need to for internet boundaries (blocking etc). And take a goodie bag on your way out c:
I post my opinion on kink stuff sometimes. I have a few years of experience under my belt, but I am not an expert.
Some things you might find here
POV pieces from dom perspective, referring to sub as āyou.ā
I am a pansexual slut, so lots of bodies and genders dommed here š
Psychological sadism, mind fucking, mind control, gaslighting
Kidnapping/prisoner/Stockholm Syndrome
Detrans/misgendering/forced femme
Edging/denial/orgasm control
Humiliation/degradation
Infantilization as humiliation, not age play (e.g. parental controls on internet not because youāre a child, but because youāre mine and I decide what you look at)
Ownership/objectification
Findom/cash fag
Bimbofication/dumbification
Butt stuff
Surveillance
Water sports
Facefucking and throat fucking
Yes, No, & Maybe
š¢š¢š¢ if you like my work, please consider commissioning a story (message for rates) or donating to my top surgery fund:
ā¢ cashapp, $silasbotwan
š¢ referring to me as ādaddy,ā āowner,ā or āGod.ā (No, I donāt typically go by prince or other royal honorifics, and when I do, that title is only used with permission.)
š¢ slutty messages and asks, anonymous or no (use emojis if you want continued interaction!)
š¢ pictures, especially if youāre desperately edging for me (as you should)
š¢ begging me to cum or requesting edging tasks
š¢ reblogging posts youāve edged to and thanking me in tags
š¢ sending food to my apartment, paying my bills, buying something off of my wishlist
š more serious online dynamics, mostly where I ignore you until I need something or am bored, but you maintain strict protocol that proves your continued loyalty and commitment to me :3
š“ royal titles without my expressed permission
š“ scat
š“ ageplay or caregiver stuff
š“ blood
š“ vomit
š“ race play
š“ trying to dom me - I may switch this up but rn this blog fills a specific role in my life and itās not a subby one
š“ pushing for serious dynamics, demanding extreme control right out the gate, or assuming playing together means I own you
having a complicated relationship with your birth name like no no one is allowed to call me that but also no it's not my deadname but no i don't identify with it but no it's not a separate person. it's mine and i don't want it and you can't have it either
hey see that smart tboy with the superiority complex (nerd), he reallyyyyy needs you to make him stupid okay. he's going to deny his needs and try to take on a dom role (given the nature of his feelings of superiority) but trust me all he needs right now is to be a dumb drooling mess whose head is all filled with fluff and silliness because he's too fucking stupid for clever boy thoughts! Weed will get him there, he's going to insist he can handle the strong edible you're gonna give him because he wants to impress you but within an hour he'll be compliant to all the things he wouldn't do before because they were too "humiliating"
Once you've got him in this state his hole is going to be soooo leaky, he's too stupid to help himself so he'll end up begging you. ruin his sloppy cunt and enjoy the drool dripping from the corner of his mouth and the babbling noises he's making, once he smartens up he's going to be too ashamed to ever bring this up. chin up' smart boy, I'll make you stupid soon enough.
itās the silent devotion. itās the crumbling into degeneracy against your oath, itās the letting go of all the rules and limitations you take so seriously. itās about the hot metal and sweat collecting in the seams of heavy armor, itās the lack of face and skin and voice. inhuman beast, a shield and a blade and a loyal servant but oh so human once broken past that. oh and the cock and balls i guess.
First iteration of a fun little revenge fantasy about an abusive alt lesbian in my community. She would take advantage of younger women and queers, and this is how I would destroy her š. TW non-consent, kidnapping, then (as story continues) g@slighting, psychological domination, psychological tortvre.
Reflections - PHASE 1
I love reflecting on your destruction. The way I can look over at you as I sip my cocktail, see you sitting under the back table, here at this bar you used to frequent. I lounge across the room at a leather armchair, reading and savoring my whiskey. The ice clinks in my glass as I bring it to my lips, the slow burn warming my chest.
You used to come here and pretend to be a person, didnāt you? Order drinks and use money like you were entitled to that privilege. No. Thisāyou, knees on the hard sticky floor, latex hood covering your ugly face, your shaved head. All your important parts (tits, pussy, ass, mouth) exposed. This is much better for you.
I have trained you well. You droll from your mouth and cunt, both of which you ensure are always open. When not gagged your mouth is available for service at all times, your lips never closing other than to service fingers and a variety of silicone and flesh cock.
Thatās what you get for being an abusive fuck, bringing young girls here to get them drunk and take advantage of their bodies and minds. Leverage your previous status as a āwomanā to confuse and gaslight them just to appease your pathetic ego.
Now you have no ego. Now, you are only my Thing. Not even elevated to the status of a toy or owned object. No. I will not own something I do not want. And you will not be elevated to that status.
Remember when you had tattoos and piercings? These symbols of your individuality? When I began your humbling, this was one of the first steps I took. I had you brought you to the basement of this very bar, the chambers I created just for those like you. Arenāt you lucky!
You put up an amusing fight against my Servants, as I hoped. You were nowhere close to escaping the clutches of My owned inferiors with their superior training and fitness. But they know it amuses me to watch the deserving fight and writhe, only to lose again and again. So they let you snarl and slap and bite, even allow you a brief escape from their grasp before walking to retrieve you lost in the maze of the basement. They drag you back by your hair, securing you into chains in the shower room, ankles and wrists secured in an X against the wall. Your struggling against the metal echoed against the empty.
And then we began. You snarled and spit as they removed each piercing, one by one. First the eyebrow, then nose ring. Then your lip piercings, making you seem oh so tough, followed by each ear piercing from top to bottom. The metal made a small click as it falls into the bucket held by a lower ranking, hooded servant. Next each bar was slid slowly from the holes in your nipples. I smirk as I watch a well trained inferior tease you with them, sliding the metal back and forth inside the hole, your nipple hardening involuntarily from the stimulation. The jewelry is dropped into the bucket with a heavy clink.
As this ritual unfolded, you growled about the pathetic nothing of the process. āAs though I care for my piercings,ā you scoff. But I see the worried look in your eyes, your light already fading. My Alpha servant interrupts your chatter, catching your tongue with a pair of heavy duty kitchen tongs. Some careful manuevering with latex gloves, and the bead is removed from your tongue piercing and you feel it slide out.
Fully naked, panting and gleaming with sweat, you look much less than yourself already. This is why I installed the mirrors against the opposite wall. I already see you avoiding your reflection.
For the moment my servants stood still at ease as I admired this first step of my work. Then with a hand signal from me, my Alpha signals a hooded inferior to retrieve a tray of wax and strips. I see you tense as he rubs the hot liquid on your arms. Your breathing quickens as he carefully places each wax strip. And your scream is delicious when he rips it off of you unceremoniously.
You are not special. So, like most, this is when I begin to see you tire from tensing against the chains, from screaming. And you yelp in surprise when the chains move. From above, a mechanism pulls you to the center of the room, then pulls and tightens the chains such that you are bent over, legs spread, toes barely able to grip the tile floor. My servant begins rubbing the hot wax on your cunt, while two inferiors spread your open for easier access. Here you begin to scream and struggle again, cursing them, cursing me as I watch your reactions, stoic, smirking occasionally. When they tear off the first strip, your reaction is delicious. A sharp intake of air renders you silent as you gape, then let out a strained almost-whimper.
The servants have already began spreading the wax on the other side of your cunt, tearing off more hair before you can catch your breath. You are shaking now, sweat pouring from your forehead as you glare at me and they spread the sticky wax between your spread ass cheeks.
The hair is waxed from every inch of your body, including your eyebrows. Then, an electric razor is brought out and your long, multicolored hair is buzzed off, scattering the ground beneath you. My Alpha begins circling you and making marks on a clipboard, noting every freckle and birthmark, while inferiors sweep up and dispose of the hair and wax strips. They leave and return with soap, buckets, sponges, and brushes with hard bristles. You are sprayed down with cold water at full blast. They begin with your feet, pulling them back like you are a horse getting its hooves cleaned, and spray between each of your toes, then use a sharp tool to clean under your toenails before spraying beneath them as much as possible. Soap is applied to your feet and legs and you are scrubbed mercilessly with coarse brushes. Your ass and front hole is sprayed so that freezing cold water fills you up until you are forced to empty, which is done several times.
A direct spray of water is aimed at your clit. Your whole body flushes red and shakes as you resist the pleasure, but my servants are merciless. They spray your sex until your clit is rock hard and throbbing, even despite the cold, and your breath and body language convey trembling desperation for orgasm. You try to hide it, but the moans slip through. And when you curse at them they laugh at you and spray you in the face until you sputter. Your cunt, clit, and asshole are scrubbed and penetrated with a special washing tool to ensure deep cleaning. I love seeing the humiliation wash over your face as you crave release and are not given it.
Water, soap, and scrubbing violates every creviceābelly button, armpits, collarbones, then the inside of your mouth, which is pried open and sprayed inside until you sputter and gag. You are then brushed and flossed thoroughly. A small hose attachment is added to spray water up your nose until it burns, and into your ears. A special tool is used to shove warm wax into your nose, ripping out the hair in one fell, painful swoop, making your eyes water. They rinse out your nose and even up into your sinuses, then hold your eyelids open to be sprayed as well.
Following this, you see a dark contact lens coming for your eye. You pull back but are caught and held in place by other servant. The blackout contacts do not hurt, in fact you can barely feel them. This makes the sudden darkness all the more unsettling once the other contact is secured, and now you look around the room, wide-eyed and unseeing, trying to track the noises around you.
At this point an inferior kneels before me, presenting a tray with an assortment of plugs. I choose a medium sized plug made of metalāno jewel, form over function, and he presents it to my Alpha, who awaits my permission to violate you. At my signal he pulls on a latex glove and squirts some lube on two fingers. Without warning or warmup he shoves them into your ass, working them in and out of you as you gasp and shiver. He does this for some time, pushing down onto your G spot occasionally and causing blossoms of pleasure to emerge from the pain.
He adds another finger and fucks your ass for a while longer for my amusement. Then, I wave my hand and he inserts the heavy plug into you, which makes you gasp, then groan, then moanāthe last of which you cut off, remembering where you are and blushing furiously.
Finally, my owned Alpha brings in leather pet crawler restraints. He unchains your hands and easily overpowers your tired body to strap in your arms, bending the elbows and securing your hands to your shoulders. He does the same for your knees, another inferior assisting when you try to kick him off of you. Once complete your hands and feet are rendered useless, leaving you unable to walk like a person and instead requiring that you crawl, blind, across the hard tile floor.
I leave you there for a few hours, alone, blind, immobile, and dehumanized, to await what comes next.
your cunt is really loud, huh? listen to her. she's right. your cunt is always right. she's much smarter than you. let your cunt think for you. she'll make you better.
I just want to put parental controls on my subās devices šæ track their location and internet use, and require a password for certain activities online.
Even with lifestyle d/s, there has to be an outside of the scene. No human can healthily be in control (or give up control) at all times in all moments. We need time to be soft, to be uncertain, to be strong, to be firm, to live in the in-betweens of the binary āgiving upā and ātaking,ā between ācontrollingā and āletting go.ā
We all lean in our direction(s), but no human can be one thing all the time. Or ratherā¦we can, but all it does is cut us off from the rest of who we are. And tbh the hottest scenes are between folks who can hold space for their own multiplicity .
