Making Her Mine

The training of a cumslut

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“Keep Calm… And.”

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Trust.

Trust More. More Trust.

Follow Him. His Directions. His Instructions.

Kneel. Kneel Pure.

Feel Him. Feel His Energy.

Submit. Submit Strong.

Obey Him. Whenever. Wherever.

Submit. Pure.

Worship. Accept.

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Big need D-S Water

[daddys-training-tips]

Littles: pay attention to this. He must have all of these elements before he earns the title of Daddy. Don’t be taken in by a boy calling himself a daddy.

[princesspiggycumslut]

Always begging

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So quick to give her body...

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Watercolor of the little piggy

👸🐷💦

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When she’s a good girl I put her in her training hood and let her play for a while.

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Some vocab for my followers

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she even likes her punishment

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Maintenance

It’s amazing how quickly a submissive can harden. The everydayness of life kicks in. Work and kids and grocery shopping and the to-do list that never ends. Rules become routine. They fade into the background, rather than feeling like active engagement in the dynamic. For me, I begin to sort of calcify. I handle my life and fulfill my obligations. I make sure everyone has what they need, including my Dominant. But I become guarded with my emotions. I stop being vulnerable.

Then that moment happens. I am told to strip. I get into position, over a lap or the bed. Hands caress my body, but they don’t quite reach me. There’s static on the line. The connection feels distant and abstract. I know I’m submissive, but my heart isn’t kneeling with my body.

The first few swats land. The warmth radiates through me. Oh, how I’ve missed this. But then the pain grows. And I fight it. I tell myself to let it flow, breathe through it and accept it. But the world has hardened me. Why do I want this? Do I really want it? But of course I do. I know I need the surrender. I need to lay myself bare for the one who owns me. And with a hand or flogger or paddle or cane, I begin to find my way. The hardness melts away, and only connection remains. Pure energy flowing between us. I feel owned and loved, seen and chosen. I feel lighter and stronger. Centered.

Spankings wash away the hardness that weighs down my submissive heart. But they can also keep it from settling in. Scheduled maintenance tells me how long I have to carry the weight and when I will be able to put it down. Maintenance sounds so unsexy and unspontaneous because you know it’s coming. But for me, that’s part of the magic: I know it’s coming. I can count on it to be there. And somehow just the fact of that keeps me calm and open and deferential. I know I can trust my Dominant to show up for me—to strip me down to my core and remind me who I am and where I belong.

It is so easy to forget that I need this. I drift away from submissiveness at times. I think we all do. But maintenance reminds me why I submit. It makes me feel whole in a way that I’d almost forgotten. It reminds me that this is fundamentally who I am, not just a thing I do. Maintenance brings me back to myself and my partner. It feels like coming home.

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Initiating Play as a Submissive

It’s not very common for me to initiate sex or play. That’s mostly because we have plenty of both as it is. My needs are met before I even think to go after them myself. 

But also, I’m not sure I’m any good at initiating. I’m good at subtle teasing and playfulness when I’m feeling needy. I’m good at having conversations where I state my needs clearly and directly (e.g., “I am beginning to feel like I will need a spanking soon”). But I’m not great at overtly initiating in a sexy way. With my ex-husband, I sometimes initiated sex by saying, “So how about you and me have some sex later?” That line had a 100% success rate, for the record. But yeah… I don’t have a lot of game. 

The other issue is that initiating play feels somehow wrong as a submissive. In my head, I know it’s not. In my head, I know that initiating is a suggestion, not a decision. But the bolder the come-on, the more uncomfortable it feels. Like I’m wearing someone else’s clothes. 

Still, sometimes I do try to initiate. I know he likes to see my hunger for him. He likes to see where my head is at and what I want. So the other day I put on lingerie and heels, then laid floggers and canes neatly on the bed. They were mostly—though not exclusively—my favorite implements. I’d never been so bold, and it made me nervous. Was it going too far? Would I earn a punishment for pushing a little too hard? I didn’t think so, but then again, this was uncharted territory. I was barely ready by the time he got home. 

We had a wonderful impact session, with deep, thuddy pain and enough tears to feed my sadist. But first, he started with something he knows I dislike. He started with hitting my pussy. It almost felt like punishment to me, but in a playful way. It felt as if he were saying, Okay, girl. You want impact? I’ll give you impact… It felt like a reminder that I should be careful not to forget my place. But when we talked after, he said that wasn’t it.

“I was saying, Okay, you had a good idea. Now you can let go. I will take it from here. Because I didn’t want you to be in your head about whether I really wanted it or if I was doing it for you.”

And truthfully, that is fair. A cornerstone of our relationship is that I am absolutely not in charge. I am considered a trusted advisor; he wants to know my thoughts and feelings and opinions. But the choices are his. And that’s exactly how I want it. Our power exchange is sacred to me, and I never want to do anything that could undermine it. 

I think this is why it’s so hard for me to initiate. Initiating is a bold declaration of my own wants. And in some respects, I need for my wants to come last. I prefer to express my wants indirectly—through porn I share with him or flirty “I was thinking about that time when…” comments. Laying it all out there (literally) feels like putting my wants first. It feels like stepping out of my place.

But when he started hitting my pussy, as much as I hated it, those concerns washed away. That action calmed my brain. It reassured me that his wants come before mine. And with that, I was able to let go and stay in the moment, rather than overthinking my own actions.

I’m learning to trust that the power exchange we’ve built is strong, and a few implements suggestively laid on the bed won’t be enough to derail it. I’ve been with some insecure Dominants in the past who never would have allowed it. But Monsieur has shown me time and time again that I can rely on his firm control. He makes decisions carefully and with purpose. Sometimes he says no, and sometimes he says yes. Either way, making the suggestion isn’t the same as taking charge. If he chooses to do something for me, it’s because that’s what he wants to do. It’s that simple. 

The more we talk about it, the more confident I grow in trying to initiate play. Now I’m even wondering if it’s time to step up my game. Maybe next time, I drop a crop in his lap and give him some raised eyebrows and a wink wink. That’s how you flirt, right?

[daddys-training-tips]

Every good girl who wants to try being a slut should have at least one sexual relationship with a man substantially older than her. This list is funny but it’s 100% accurate, and it could be much longer. Older men know how to communicate. They know how to listen and create a sexual experience that is what the little slut wants and needs. They understand mental foreplay.

Try an older man.

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Older guys get off getting you off

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