Giving In

accepting the truth of my kinks

[jukeboxemcsa]

Drowsy on Her Date

Carrie felt like she was being terribly rude. After everything Laurel had done to make time in her schedule for their date night, after all the time she’d put in cooking the wonderful meal, after all the elaborate preparations she’d made just to make Carrie happy, the least she deserved was an engaged and attentive lover. But somehow, the more Laurel gently fingered Carrie’s wet, hungry pussy, the more Carrie wanted to let her pale, drowsy limbs sag into the mattress and relax into limp, lazy ecstasy under Laurel’s touch. “’m sorry…” she murmured, unable to even articulate her thoughts properly under the weight of all that sleepy bliss.

But Laurel only kissed her on the forehead and cooed softly, “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl. Sssh. You don’t need to worry about a thing.” Somehow, the words seemed to smooth away the last of Carrie’s fears and concerns, her body sagging even deeper into the mattress as a wave of sleepy relaxation washed gently from her head all the way down to her toes. She could still feel the arousal building inside her–Laurel’s fingers were just as talented with Carrie’s clit as they had been with a chef’s knife–but it mingled with the drowsiness instead of fighting it. Carrie’s hips rolled slowly up and down, but the action felt mindless and automatic to her now.

It felt so soothing to rest her head on the pillow, her long blonde hair spilling out all around her as Laurel gently murmured, “That’s it, sweet girl. That’s my drowsy little dolly.” It made Carrie feel so wonderfully, delightfully contented to slump loosely into the soft bed and let that stroking finger lull her into a helpless reverie of dreamy, thoughtless arousal. Time slowly transformed into pleasure, as if following some equation of ecstasy that Carrie was far too sleepy to solve. She didn’t need to think. She didn’t need to act. She only needed to relax and obey.

Obey. Somehow that word seemed incongruous, out of place next to all the other warm thoughts of sleep and rest and relaxation and drowsy pleasure filling her brain as she drifted off into a daze listening to Laurel’s honeyed voice. Carrie wasn’t quite sure how to fit it into her head. But then Laurel’s fingers skated along her clit again, and those smooth, dulcet tones murmured, “Drowsy dollies love to obey,” and that seemed to make everything make sense. Carrie was drowsy. She was a drowsy little dolly. And drowsy little dollies loved to obey. Carrie didn’t need to think about it. She only needed to dream of pleasure and listen and sink deeper. That was easy. That was so easy that Carrie couldn’t do anything else if she tried.

Carrie wasn’t sure if she came, or if the warm, sleepy pleasure that saturated her mind just naturally reached a point where it filled her up so completely that it was like every breath was a tiny orgasm under the power of Laurel’s perfect touch. She didn’t know whether she slept, or whether she simply drifted along in that warm, happy trance listening to Laurel’s beautiful voice until her brain switched off too completely to remember the sequence of events. All she knew was that at some point, it became morning and she woke up in Laurel’s arms. Still happy. Still blissfully aroused. And gazing at her lover with a sense of deepened devotion that made her wish she could spend all day in bed pleasing Laurel’s beautiful body. “I, um… I’m sorry,” she murmured, her brow furrowing in confusion as her new thoughts warred briefly with her old self.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Laurel reassured her with a smile. “But if you want to make it up to me, well….” Her fingers tangled into Carrie’s hair. She gave the lightest tug. And Carrie slid down between Laurel’s thighs to pay a little attention to her Mistress for a while.

[queerfemme]

the moon is a lesbian and she hates terfs

[queerfemme]

the moon told me personally that she thinks you’re obnoxious and hopes you never get a girlfriend

[q-is-a-letter]

I have a theory that the moon IS a trans woman cause she’s always associated with feminine things but when we saw the craters that look like a face we called it “The Man In The Moon”. She’s a woman with a face that people may perceive as male. She’s a beautiful trans woman

[queerfemme]

[excalibelle]

the moon is a beautiful trans woman who hates terfs and shows her face every night to remind other trans women they are beautiful and strong and loved and important and wonderful and that terfs and their opinions dont matter

[hiranyaksha-deactivated20220613]

I wanna add to this if it’s ok?? In Hindu mythology, Chandra, the moon, was originally thought of as a male deity. However, as time went on, symbolism involving the moon and the name “Chandra” itself became identified with femininity, with beautiful girls being described as having “moon-like faces,” with their dark, long hair reminding lovers of the midnight sky, and names like “Nilaa” (”moon” in Tamil) and “Indu” (in Sanskrit) are now pretty much now completely girl names! 

AlsO Chandra is married to 27 wives, who are all stars. The moon is a trans lesbian and is gay for all the stars in the sky. 

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard thank you

[lavender-ish-deactivated2018092]

@grimygurl

[entrancedmind]

Penny didn’t know what she was saying. Mistress told her words and she had to repeat them. That was all. Normal girls would have to worry about these kind of things, but lucky for penny, Mistress’s special gemstone was keeping her from thinking.

Simply listen and repeat. It was that easy. Listen, repeat and obey. Do not worry. Do not Resist. Be calm. Be mindless. Let your Mistress’s words replace your will. She knows what’s good for you. She’ll take care.

Open yourself up to suggestion. Don’t let your old self interfere. You are a new girl now. A blank and happy one. Be good. Forget your desires.

Penny sank deeper and deeper.

Slowly but surely, she was learning her place.

Mistress Knew. She’d perform her role perfectly.

She’d have no choice.

[princeinamber]

*shuddering*

[turning-him-into-her]

Source: lewdspiral.tumblr.com

[princeinamber]

Do I ever.

[turning-him-into-her]

Source: @girlimg-cosplay

[turning-him-into-her]

Source: maxxtum.tumblr.com

[bakwaaas]

I love that feeling of like… having alone time but also with someone? You know when you’re in the same room, sitting together on the sofa or the bed, quietly and separately doing your own things. Maybe leaning against each other or softly touching. Sometimes you don’t actually wanna talk but you’re still enjoying the silent presence of that person. There’s a sense of quiet, peaceful comfort.

[sasskarian-archive]

My friends and I use the phrase “introvert time” to signal this, tbh.

“Hey, wanna come over and introvert?” “Yeah okay”

And then you have silent, supportive, maybe cuddly companionship. Just each doing your own thing.

[toymakerblog]

This.

[jukeboxemcsa]

Mathilda wasn’t thinking at all anymore. Her last conscious thought, about twenty minutes ago, was a realization that it was getting to be impossible to think, and it was the seventh time she’d had that realization in the preceding ten minutes. Everything else had already been swallowed by the pretty blue light, leaving her empty and aroused just like Maxine wanted her. Maxine entered the room wearing a pair of special goggles, carefully switching off the mindbomb she’d designed and left for Mathilda to find.

She snapped her fingers, waved her hand in front of Mathilda’s eyes, but there was no response. Mathilda merely sat there in rapt silence, her stare fixed on the mindbomb even though it was no longer blasting her with will-sapping radiance. Her cock was still amazingly hard, but Mathilda had long ago forgotten how to sate that arousal. Her helpless masturbation had given way to a slow, drifting stroke up and down her shaft until even that subsided into a dreamy, sexy smile. Now her jaw hung open, drool dripping onto her breasts.

With a growl of desire, Maxine shifted Mathilda’s unresisting body so that she lay flat on her back on the carpet, her eyes staring straight up at the ceiling as Maxine settled onto her. Maxine’s previous tests had suggested that Mathilda would remain blank and mindless for at least two hours, but Maxine didn’t think she was even going to need twenty minutes. She’d been daydreaming about this for ages now, her fingers idly rubbing her pussy through her clothes as she imagined Mathilda’s descent into helpless lethargic obedience.

Maxine knew she could slip any suggestions she wanted into Mathilda’s empty mind like this–when the effects of the neurotropic radiation wore off, Mathilda’s core consciousness would reintegrate seamlessly around any information Maxine planted into her head. But that would be later. Maybe even another time–the more Maxine researched her mindbomb, the more she found that she got wet and horny just thinking about her partner as a blank, poseable sex toy. It was better than having a slave, better than having a compliant and docile servant. It was even better than the sex she was having… although the sex was pretty damn good.

She bounced up and down on Mathilda’s cock, grinding into the other woman with a ferocious intensity that made Mathilda’s breathing quicken and her hips buck against Maxine’s wet cunt. She had no thoughts at all in her head, but the animal lust that Maxine awakened didn’t need a mind to guide it. Only the lust of a beast in heat. Mathilda’s expression remained perfectly smooth and placid, but the tiny whimpers that escaped her lips told Maxine that the constant stimulation was having an effect on her lover.

Somehow, that made it hotter. Knowing that she was fucking Mathilda to mindless pleasure, empty and compliant bliss, made Maxine groan like tearing steel as her climax hit. She didn’t stop, though. She couldn’t stop cumming, couldn’t stop fucking, couldn’t stop bouncing up and down on Mathilda’s stiff cock until she felt her lover twitch inside her and go soft. It only took fifteen minutes. Maxine took an obscure pride in knowing she was right.

She set Mathilda back up against the bed, and took a little while to implant some plausible-seeming rationalizations for the missing time. Not that it would have mattered what she said–Mathilda was so deep and her mind so malleable that Maxine could simply have said, “You spent two hours in the pixie kingdom eating fairy food and they let you go on condition that you never tell another soul about it,” and Mathilda would simply have accepted it. But Maxine didn’t get to where she was without being careful.

And that was that. She slipped out the same way she slipped in, leaving Mathilda to slowly recover her wits. Mathilda’s weary brain never noticed the gap, never realized anything was strange about the sated sensation in her body. And she certainly didn’t notice the mindbomb still sitting in the middle of her bedroom floor. After all… Maxine never knew when she might want to trigger it again.

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[deerinspotlight]

I feel like the reason certain dog-lovers insist cats are evil is because they read their body language as if they were dogs. So here’s a very basic guide to common “mean” things cats do that actually aren’t mean at all if you know what they’re thinking.

Rolling and exposing belly- attacks you when touched Does not mean: Give belly rubs! - haha I tricked you!  Actually means: I’m playful! If you reach for my belly I’ll grab your arm and bite it because I think we’re playfighting! 

Lazily exposing belly - still attacks when touched Does not mean: tricked you again! Actually means: I’m showing you my belly because I trust you. Please don’t break that trust by invading my personal space. I might accept a belly rub if I’m not ticklish and I know you well. Snapping at you while being pet Does not mean: I suddenly decided I dislike you! Actually means: You’re petting me in a way that gives me too much restless energy. Please focus on petting my head and shoulders instead of stroking the full length of my back next time.

Is in the same room but makes no attempt to interact Does not mean:  I’m ignoring you Actually means: We’re hanging out! I’m being respectful by giving you space while still enjoying your company. Slapping/scratching your hand when you try to pet them Does not mean: I hate you! Actually means: You’ve failed to establish that we’re not playing, or the way you’re approaching me scares me. Be calmer, speak more gently, make eye-contact and blink slowly at me before you try again.

[squeakykins]

I love this post omg, thank you so much. As a lifelong cat person, dogs perplex me because they’re so completely different behaviourally.

[blome3kissesbitch]

I love dogs too but, I’ve been trying to tell people, you canNOT treat cats like you treat dogs. They arent the same animals and have very different personalities

[blome3kissesbitch]

P.s.: people often pet cats way too hard. Dogs like a firm pet or a pat on the belly, cats dont have the same bone structure and are more flexible than dogs so what you’re doing probably hurts them

[naamahdarling]

Sitting and staring Does not mean: I am challenging you/plotting your demise/just generally evil and creepy. Actually means: I am a desert-adapted species, so my natural tears are very thick and keep my eyes moist for a nice long time. I do find people interesting and enjoy watching them.  I just don’t need to blink very often!

Staring and blinking slowly Does not mean: I’m smug and think I am smarter than you. Actually means: I like you! But I don’t need to get up in your face to show it.  I can just sit over here and blow kisses at you to show you I am glad you are around!

It’s very frustrating for me when people expect cats to act like dogs, or act like they’re deceitful.  They aren’t!  They just AREN’T DOGS.

[radfemblack]

Pour les chats 🐈💞

[christfister]

[princeinamber]

Workers of the world unite!

[beautyandboobies]

[ismaelguerrier-deactivated20210]

Nightgown #1 - Pen version

(Pen on paper)

Instagram: ismael.guerrier.art

[the-future-now-deactivated20170]

That’s Louis Rossman, a repair technician and YouTuber, who went viral recently for railing against Apple. Apple purposely charges a lot for repairs and you either have to pay up or buy a new device. That’s because Apple withholds necessary tools and information from outside repair shops. And to think, we were just so close to change.

Follow @the-future-now

[orasgiveaways]

This is really important and let me tell you why.

My mom has an iPhone 6 Plus and hasn’t even had it for a year when one day it suddenly died and would not charge. So she took it to an authorized Apple repair place and they charged her $50 for a diagnostic only to tell her that she would have to buy a brand new phone.

So she decided to go to the AT&T store to talk to our usual guy that upgrades our phones and handles any problems for us. She tells him what’s wrong and he takes her phone to the back only to come out two minutes later, puts her phone on charge and it comes back to life. 

She asks him what was wrong with it that he managed to somehow fix when the people at the “authorized apple repair place” couldn’t. And you know what he told her?

“There was just a bit of fuzz in the charging port.”

[toenail-draws]

I FUCKING KNEW IT. Listen, I have a MacBook from college. The charger has died twice, and I had to get a new one. This happened for two years in a row around the same time each year. I’m fucking convinced that their hardware is rigged to “expire” in order to force people to keep buying their shit.

[blood-and-pastry]

Wait, people are just now learning that Apple has some of the shadiest business practices?

[xxxtictacion]

You know this isn’t really just apple, company’s do this all the time, everything is rigged to expire and all they want is your money.

[tachyon-at-rest]

Ohhh no no no, this IS JUST Apple. 

All companies want you to buy their new products. None have gone to the lengths that Apple Inc. has gone to make end user repairs as impossible as is legally viable. I have been repairing electronics and computer systems privately, commercially and active duty in the US military for about 30 years. 

Apple puts extra effort into special hardware requiring proprietary tools that are only legally produced by their licensed manufacturer and can only be purchased through licensed repair shops if at all. 

Companies like iFixit can only exist as profit making companies because they are able to make workaround tools and kits that are still profitable but less of a blatant ripoff than Apple. 

[sodomymcscurvylegs]

Apple has been doing this forever. The way Apple treats consumers is abysmal, and people still eat their products up.

[shevathegun]

This is called “planned obsolescence” - many companies do it, but Apple has made it into an art. Basically, companies - tech companies in particular - have realized that if their products are manufactured too well, they won’t be able to sell you a new one in three years. So, in order to keep consumers coming back for more, they design your gadgets to “expire” in all manner of ways; Apple is infamous for pushing software updates that render older model phones and computers useless right before releasing a new product so that consumers will be forced to purchase the newest version of a gadget they already have.

The best way to fight back against this kind of wasteful, predatory, capitalistic schlock is to learn more about how your gadgets work so that you can repair them instead of replacing them. This man is doing the Lord’s work.

[redbeanviolin]

I get asked a lot in stream about maintaining my 10 year old mac as my main comp and why I won’t be getting a new one when I can’t maintain it anymore. This bullshit is why. I want this here so I can point to it as I divolve into unintelligible on screen ramblings about my adventures in apple upkeep. Get fucked so hard, Apple.

[lkjhgfds87654]

this is a project in positive education class i took, i think it might be helpful to some of u :D

[asexual-domme]

How to win a play-fight when your sub is physically stronger than you:

My go-to tactic: kiss them until they go weak and they forget you’re fighting.

Become overly affectionate, and once they think they’ve won, roll on top of them and pin them.

Have handcuffs and the like ready to grab and spring on them.

Limit your attacks to pain you know they like. Scratch and pinch and slap in the places they can’t help but enjoy. A good hard spank and some subs will buckle and drop instinctively.

Don’t fear a good old hair grab. Especially because it gives you access to vulnerable neck.

Detailing exactly what you will do to them when you win - and that’s not if, that’s when - will lower any sub’s morale considerably.

If they’re pushing an arm or leg down, pulling down yourself, faster, often pulls out of their grip.

Wriggle. Especially wriggle into them.

Use all your limbs. Lock your legs around them as well as your arms. Don’t be afraid to squeeze - you’ve got a safeword.

Are they ticklish? You know the score.

Bite. Everything.

[fujinoshizuru]

ノッブぐだ子 by 三月AB

[findingmywayforever]

Hi :)

[doctordrx-deactivated20181216]

Brooke didn’t have any reason to expect anyone to be in her apartment when she got home.  But there he was.

Waiting for her.

Naked.

Slowly moving his hips so that his hard cock swayed back and forth…

Back and forth…

The shocked look on Brooke’s face when she entered the room settled as her features slackened.

Her eyes grew dull.

She was staring.

Staring at his cock.

As it swayed back and forth.

Back and forth.

“Welcome home, Brooke,” he said in a voice she would have recognized if she could focus on anything but the mesmerizing sway, “why don’t you just relax for me?”

“Yes…” the word slipped past her lips unbidden.  It was true.  She did want to relax.

For him.

“Just watch my cock sway, Brooke.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  Relax.  Focus.  Let yourself get tired.  Sleepy.  Weak.”

“Yes…”  She was doing everything he said.

“You feel a strong connection to my cock, Brooke.  Like you’ve seen it before.  Have you seen my cock before, Brooke?”

“Yes.”

“What happened when you saw my cock before, Brooke?”

“I was… hypnotized… your cock… hypnotized me.”

“I think that’s happening again, Brooke.”

“Yes.”

“Take off your clothes, Brooke.”

“Yes.”

“What else does my cock do when you look at it, Brooke?”

“It makes me… horny.  I makes me need to fuck.”

“I think that’s going to happen again.”

“Yes.”

[hypnomindstorm]

This has always been such a hot concept to me. Which is why I love when Master drops me with his cock! I am completely helpless to seeing his cock, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.