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consent trigger that doesnt just make her smile and say "i consent!"
no, it actually changes her wants. she wants this now, more than anything. enthusiastically. and she knows she didn't just a few short seconds ago.
I like watching the look on her face while she realizes.
me, wearing nothing but a sheer plunge-neck ballgown that’s plastered to my skin from the rain, soaking wet and trembling with cold and fatigue as i stand outside the entrance to the castle: p-please help me ;) i’m s-so lost and s-scared ;) ;) i have no where to stay for the night ;) ;) ;)
the sexy vampire lady who answered the door, and to whom the castle belongs: of course ;) you poor thing ;) ;) come inside, you must be freezing… you may stay as long as you need to recover from your ordeal ;) ;) ;)
You walked up to that house in the rain on purpose
the fuck else would I be sloshing around in a wet ballgown for
I drew it…. & animated it…
It's pathetic how wet you are just thinking of being used for someone else's pleasure, and that's so good!
Good toy! You're gonna get a good grade in cumdump at this rate ο(=•ω＜=)ρ⌒☆
oh, me? yeah, im a panel 1 girl. panel 2? instant loss? no, no, i dont believe in that stuff
the faint, muffled noises coming from the right that kind of sound like me moaning are probably just swamp gas or ball lighting
I felt inspired...
Tread here.
The best part is OP got fired because their boss asked why they weren’t “incorporating blockchain technology” into the video switcher they were building and OP straight up said “you have no idea what you’re talking about” and went to lunch
Trying to 'Yes ma'am' my way into sleeping in a cage in your basement
I think "what if we molded ourselves to each other perfectly" has legs as a kink dynamic if we could ever get anyone to take off their compulsive "understand any kink dynamic through dominance and submission" glasses
The best part about it genuinely is your movements get scary synced. Put all your energy into mirroring and learning and being suitable to each other and suddenly you get bored and miss them and they message that they were just thinking about you. Suddenly a cup of water appears in your hand when you're thirsty. It's weird and a little bit magical.
It takes time to set up. But it's super achievable and you can definitely start with like. Basic mimicry and hypnosis to get your feet wet. Later you start discussing your every boundary and value, nothing kept sacred, full agreement almost always the goal. This isn't exactly SSC but like. Per that other post neither is heavy obedience training. I think that's actually the hard part - society says it's fucked up to spend all your time devoted to someone, and a lot of people don't know how to reconcile wanting that without painting the person they're devoted to as evil and saying it's ok because it's consensual and the fact that it's evil is hot. You do not have to think this is evil. You can just staple your identity and sense of reality to someone and have them do the same back and watch your life get weirder. Make strange paracosms together. Lose track of who did what and whose tongue is whose. Join me in knowing the feeling of "I would answer that but I store that information in my other body."
I need more of you to become inseparable and borderline interchangeable. It's way too messy to be realistic for most but it's way too fun and achievable to be as underrepresented as it is.
now draw her with a vacant stare. and it/its pronouns
despite "snatched by stranger" being the overwhelmingly predominant scenario for kidnapping stuff it really never stops being crazy hot thinking about a switch flipping somewhere in a trusting dynamic when your friend realizes how much easier things would be for them if they just didn't let you leave this time
Some sort of weapon or implement to your head while I force you to repeat yourself through the tears and sobbing and hyperventilating: "Thank you for breaking me. I love being broken. Please make it worse."
As it gets worse and worse, and those sentences get too complex to manage, you just repeat exactly as trained: "Break me. Break me. Break me." Egging me on with the mantra, the fear and horror and pain in your voice meaningless next to the actual words.
You're so pretty like this. How could I say no?
broken attachment styles are so cute. awww, you have no idea how to relate to others, form healthy boundaries, or navigate intimacy? poor thing, let me take care of you. yes, I know that will make you panic. it's okay, it's for your own good! now keep struggling.
of course it all feels bad! it's scary when I refuse to leave you alone and when I'm gone for any amount of time. nothing feels right: sweet and nurturing, scary and violent, distant and cold. that's the best part! you'll never like it, no matter what, until maybe you're lucky enough for your sense of self to erode completely. and then you'll be the ideal toy, a shell controlled by conditioning and startle reflex.
thinking again about a girl keeping a file on me... cataloging every little quirk and weakness until it knows me better than i do :))
The simple power “No.” has can’t be understated. It’s especially fun those first few times someone hears it. When they’re forced to contend with the reality that everything they’ve taken for granted is now something they need to request. Something they’ll need to beg for.
“No, you’re not wearing that outfit.” I’m going to send them back to change again and again until their dress suits my tastes. Makeup, hair, even the jewelry and perfume they wear will be changed and decided outside what they thought was correct, or was their preference.
Personally, my favorite’s always the shock in their eyes when you drag them off the couch that first time. “Animals need permission to sit on furniture.” Even when they ask, the answer will be “No.” They’ll sit on the floor, by my feet where an animal should be. I want them close to me, where I just need to reach out to feel the top of their head. There’s a pout at first, but eventually they always relax and settle their head against my leg.
Even something so simple as leaving my side to go to the bathroom has to be requested, and that is denied with a simple “No.” No, they don’t get to decide something so basic as that. I hate doggie doors, and I’m not ready to get up yet, so no. They’ll stay put, only able to hope with mounting desperation that I’ll take pity on them as they squirm.
I’m training them to hesitate.
When getting ready for a date, their mind should be focused on me, my tastes, and how I enjoy seeing them dressed and presented. When guided to a chair in a restaurant, their first instinct should be to look to me, to hesitate, until I’ve nodded my head and given them permission.
The end goal, of course, is for that hesitation to eventually vanish. Training becomes second nature, ingrained to the point it’s closer to reflex. The worry over the decisions they used to fret over, becomes confidence as they learn to follow my lead without a second thought.
I’m not allowing them the anxiety of choice.
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handfeeding + CNC. more on this later
okay so. you're her captive. she keeps you in her basement. she brings you 2-3 meals a day. you think it's cause she likes you strong enough to fight back. but because you don't want to be weak, you eat them. you need to eat
at first she left the meals and cutlery in the room then left you to eat. then she started staying to watch you eat. you didn't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'd get from it, but you need to eat. so you put up with it
then she started sitting closer and closer to you while you ate. then she started holding the plate in her lap while you ate from it. it all happened so slowly, so gradually, that you didn't even really notice how strange it was until she started petting your hair while you ate. you tried not to eat for a few days after that. but you need to eat. so you cave. and she keeps petting your hair
one day she ties your wrists behind your back before she brings your meal. when she comes in with the food, she sits in a chair directly in front of you. you think about how much you hate her. you think about how much you hate that you're so used to being close to her. she picks up some of the food and cups it in one palm. then she extends the hand towards you
you stare at the food in her hands. your mouth starts to water. you understand, somewhere deep in you, that if you do this, you will be crossing a line. something in you will snap in a way that can't be fixed. you hate her. you don't want to give her whatever kind of sick satisfaction she'll get from it
but you need to eat
Turns out a sense of belonging can be found very easily through belonging to someone. Get in the cage.
(no beers in) what is every thought you’ve ever had about me ever
