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I ain’t start AoT but if I gotta fight Madara I’m calling out sick ,
😂😂😂😂 boy do I have some news for you
I don’t think I’m ready 🤣🤣🤣
I'ma have to be a rogue ninja
Shiii, at least you can halfway fight or outrun a Titan. Madara was serving hands to people over the span of miles, there was no fight or flight. You just died…
Lmaooo . You got me scared of this nigga all over again 😭😭😭
Madara ain't no joke. AoE ninjutsu for everyone!
What do you want to do to make your sir happy?
Anything, everything , whatever He asks, My job isn’t really to think about it though. My job is simply to obey.
Mainly the subbie/wifey role is different to the other people in His life because its about having faith in Him, believing in Him, and not arguing with Him. He has other women, like a mother who loves Him and is their to see all the wonderful things about Him. And He has friends to talk to and discuss stuff even debate with.
Being submissive, belonging to Him, being a good girl, bimbo wifey, It’s not an active role, supporting somebody and witnessing them shine but it is important. Most people want to be the centre of attention, the best, brilliant in one way or another. The thing that is forgotten is these wonderful people in society - they only know they are wonderful because somebody sees them and appreciates that shine. Loving , supporting and listening is what I’m best at. I also hope to cook things He likes,and be pretty and pleasing to Him. And i want to suck His cock a lot because His job is stressful and that makes Him feel better. I want to make Him proud to own me.
Thank you for the ask Sir
It’s A Man’s World, Ladies
His mood is your responsibility.
To get him into a good mood, just ask two simple questions:
“Are you hungry?”
“Do you need to cum?”
If the answer to either of these questions is yes, it’s on you to offer a solution.
Remember, it’s a man’s world, and it’s your duty to keep him happy.
-VIS
You’re not special.
The worst thing you can think you are is special. It can come in various forms; you might think you’re particularly smart, or pretty, or talented, or even submissive.
Why, you ask, is that the worst thing you can think you are?
Because odds are overwhelming that it’s just not true. You’re not particularly smart or pretty or talented or submissive.
Maybe you got good grades in high school. Granted, it was an American public high school. You didn’t ace the GRE. You’re not studying theoretical physics. Maybe you’re studying engineering. Meh. But it’s probably more like nursing. Maybe it’s psychology if you want to feel particularly academic. And there’s nothing wrong with those. But they are already pushing the limits of your aptitude, and they’re not exactly exceptional fields, and you’re not exactly at the top of the class in the best of schools in the world.
You’re above average, which is nice. But you don’t know much. And you certainly don’t know best. When it comes to the average Joe, you’re probably smart in comparison. But again, that just means you’re above average. And above average isn’t special.
This is important, because the very reason you’re alone now is precisely because you think you’re special. It’s helped you to avoid some undesirable men in the past, yes; it’s also cost you an opportunity or two that you were lucky to have in the first place, with men who were actually more.
It’s a hard pill to swallow that odds are you’re not worth doing much fighting for, and making someone work to earn what you have to offer is a risky proposition when what you have to offer isn’t particularly special when all is said and done. Someone worth you having will be someone who recognizes that fact sooner than later, and realizes that you’re not worth all the hassle. Not when there are other equally above-average girls who are less arrogant and who are actually pleasant to own and teach and train and guide and give to.
In this world, the world of kink, you girls are a dime a dozen. Luckily the average Joe Doms are, as well, so you’ll have no problem finding a series of them to fill your time, bouncing from disappointment to disappointment. But that’s not what you want, is it?
And herein lies the problem. You’re above average, which means you know you won’t be happy with something less than exceptional. But you’re also not actually exceptional yourself, so you can’t afford to act like you are. But that pesky pride of yours just won’t back down, and its little girl voice in your little girl head screams and cajoles you into being a brat, and stomping your feet, and making excuses, and just won’t let you be the kind of calm, quiet, receptive, respectful, humble girl that stands out from the crowd of entitled, defensive, lonely girls just like you.
In the end, you’re not worth fighting for until you’ve proven yourself worth fighting for. And making yourself a chore isn’t going to help you be any less lonely any time soon. To be sure, thinking you’re special is precisely what makes you the same as all of the average girls out there who insist on the very same thing, if the point needed further clarity.
No, if you want exceptional, learn to be humble, and learn to act in accordance with your place. If you come across someone who might actually be what you think you deserve, then you’d better be the kind of person they’d actually want to take ownership of, rather than being someone who might, maybe, possibly end up being worth their while (and time and effort and energy, because caring Doms and Daddies of the type you want put in orders of magnitude greater of all of those things than you girls - especially the inexperienced ones - realize) at some point down the road.
Help yourself. Be prepared to be worth their time. If you figure we’ll show our worth by doing all the work because you’re so special, you’ve already shown that you’re not. If you want to be seen as special, then be special. Be humble, listen, do as you’re asked. That’s more special than you realize, despite being so especially smart to begin with.
A good girl, by definition, obeys her man.
-VIS
Always
Argument over.. he wins.
Chances are I’m fine with that.
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It’s literally all I post about.
Is there anything else? Well that and breeding dumb cunts!
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10 Reasons I’m a Submissive
(in no particular order)
1. Because his pleasure is my pleasure.
There are lots of things in life that bring me pleasure. A perfectly roasted chicken. Unicorns. Glitter. Tootsie rolls. Fairy lights. Getting an A+. A really good action movie with lots of explosions and guns and violence and goofiness. Debating ridiculous philosophical and political and other stuff with my best friends. Traveling. Getting the perfect messy bun. Literally, the list goes on and on and on.
But nothing brings me pleasure the way that his pleasure does, the way my Dom’s pleasure does. And I’m not just talking about sexual pleasure – I’m talking about all kinds of pleasure. Sucking his cock and taking it all the way down my throat over and over until he feeds me his cum and tells me what a good girl I am for him and getting to revel in the fact that I’ve given him such pleasure that he couldn’t help but cum brings me such tremendous pleasure. But you know what else brings me pleasure? Knowing how pleased he is when I serve him his favorite dinner. Knowing how much it pleases him when I fold his t-shirts the right way. Knowing how much he loves and gets pleasure out of watching me sing along (badly) to my bubblegum pop playlist while I wash the kitchen counters. Watching his face light up when I meet him with a drink and a smile when he gets home from work. Kneeling at his feet and leaning against his leg so he can pet my hair while he reads or watches TV and giving him the comfort of knowing I’m there, knowing I kneel for him, knowing I serve him, knowing I love him, knowing that I’m his with that very simple act.
And when it’s sexual? The way he chuckles when I’m tied to his bed and writhing beneath his touch and whimpering and begging for release? It makes me smile inside. The way it turns him on to deny me? It makes me even wetter. The sick and twisted joy he gets out of ruining an orgasm or denying me one? It makes my girl parts tingle and makes me beg even harder. If he didn’t get pleasure out of the things he did to me? It wouldn’t be the same. I get turned on because of his dirty words and his talented fingers and the way he fucks me until I can’t think straight, sure – but, even more, I get turned on by knowing how much pleasure he gets out of watching me whimper and moan and beg and cry and do what I’m told.
It’s all kinds of pleasure. Any pleasure I give him, any way I please him, any way I make his day better or make him happy or make things just a little bit easier for him brings me pleasure. It pleases me to make him feel good. It makes me happy to know that I’ve made him happy. It makes me feel whole and safe and happy and good to bring him pleasure. It lights me up inside. That’s why I serve him – because pleasing him is what makes me the happiest I can be.
2. Because I crave structure and I crave it from him.
I am a person who craves structure. No, I don’t just crave it – I need it. I do better with rules and limits and a schedule in place.
But here’s the thing – I don’t do well with following the rules and limits and schedule when it’s wholly self-imposed. I can create a structure to follow when I have something to answer to (for example: a job). But when I am wholly left on my own I struggle to maintain that balance and those limits and that structure. I do well with picking one thing to focus on and setting up the structure for that (for example: gym and diet) – but when it comes to creating a structure for my overall life I get overwhelmed and tend to withdraw to a day of procrastinating and ignoring the schedule that I’ve tried to put in place for myself.
I am a person who does better when I know someone else has expectations of me. I have such passion and talent and drive – but I struggle with figuring out where to channel all of that without having something to work toward. And my brain works at such a speed and in such a way that instead of being able to focus in on a few options or possibilities I just see all of the options and end up in a never-ending loop of everything I could do and not knowing which to pick. So having someone to help me wade through that, help me set in place the limits and parameters and structure to figure out how to focus that drive and passion and talent… It makes it easier for me to know how to order my day, for me to plan what to get done when, for me to accomplish things and go to bed feeling like I’ve been productive.
So I crave someone who is willing to take on the very heavy responsibility of helping me create a structure for my life and then holding me accountable when it comes to sticking to it.
3. Because I don’t always do what’s best for me and when that happens I need someone I can trust to point that out to me.
It’s true. I have a habit of spiraling and, when I do, sometimes I can recognize it and set myself back on track and pull myself out of the hole. But sometimes I make a bad decision. And then I make another. And before I know it I’ve set myself on the path to a cycle of self-destructive behavior.
And then that happens, I need someone who can gently but firmly sit me down and talk me through it and help me set myself back on the right track. I want him to help me set limits. To help me set-up the rules. To, once again, help me create that structure - or alter the structure that’s already in place.
I need him to be my voice of guidance when I can’t guide myself. I want to know that he has my back. And I want to know that he’ll put limits in place for me when I can’t do it for myself.
4. I need someone to hold me accountable.
I am a people pleaser. I like to please people. And, true, if my mental health struggles and therapy have taught me anything it’s that you can’t live your life entirely focused on pleasing everyone around you. But having a set person in my life who has agreed to be in a relationship with me where he holds me accountable and gives me rules and structure and sets expectations for what he wants from and requires of me gives me a way to feed that people-pleasing need without going overboard and feeding my anxiety.
But it’s more than just feeding that people-pleasing need. It’s about being held accountable. It’s about knowing that if I say I’m going to do something or if he asks me to do something or if he sets me a task or a rule or what have you – that he’s then going to follow-up to ensure that it’s done and, if it’s not, that there are going to be consequences and those consequences are going to come from him.
It’s part of the structure that I need. And I don’t want to put this on someone who doesn’t want to provide that kind of structure or who doesn’t want to take on that responsibility – I’m looking for someone who gets a sense of fulfillment out of taking on that role. Who enjoys providing me structure, who enjoys holding me accountable, who enjoys leading me. Because knowing that he enjoys that helps me feel pleasure, helps me feel calm, helps me feel at peace.
I need to be held accountable. I need to know that there will be consequences for my actions. And I need to know that that accountability and those consequences will come from the person that I respect and trust most.
5. Because I want a relationship that’s a give and take.
So much of what you see on tumblr has to do with the Dom being responsible and taking on all the control and having to set in place all the rules, limits, and boundaries, and having to be responsible for the welfare of their sub and on and on and on…
But that’s not a real D/s relationship. At least not to me.
A real D/s relationship is about a give and take. Both (or all) parties take on responsibility. Both parties are responsible for watching out for the other, for caring for the other, for protecting and respecting and loving the other. Both parties are agreeing to act like adults, to handle disagreements with maturity and within the parameters set-up, to respect the limits and boundaries and rules put in place.
Your Dom takes care of you, yes. Your Dom agrees to hold you accountable. Your Dom agrees to lead you and pleasure you and take on responsibility for providing for your needs. But you take care of your Dom as well. I am responsible for watching out for him, for making sure he’s happy, for ensuring that he’s reaching his full potential and that I’m helping him in whatever way I can. I am responsible for talking to him, for telling him what I think and how I feel and for making sure that I share my problems and worries and issues with him. I am responsible for remembering that he can’t read my mind. I am responsible for asking him if he’s okay. I am responsible for listening when he needs to share his problems and worries and issues with me. I am responsible for taking care of him. I am responsible for loving him and respecting him and being the best I can be for him.
Because when he agrees to take on the responsibility of being my Dom – I, at the same time, am agreeing to take on the responsibility of being his sub. Because the responsibility of a D/s relationship doesn’t belong to just one party – it’s shared between both of us. It’s a partnership, a team, a unit. It’s a power exchange. An exchange. Which means there’s give and take. And I want that. I want to give my partner as much as he allows me to take from him. Because that’s the only way that both of us can remain healthy and whole.
6. Serving gives me pleasure.
Serving him gives me pleasure. Making a home not just with him but for him. Making it pretty, making it pleasing, making it a warm and happy place to come back to every night. Making him dinner. Doing his laundry (but not the ironing!). Making sure his shirts are all hung-up in the proper place when they come home from the dry-cleaner. Bringing him his favorite drink at the end of a long day. Washing him in the shower. Worshipping his cock. Keeping our home clean. Making sure I pick up his favorite snacks at the grocery store. Making sure he remembers to grab a water before he leaves the house for the gym. Serving him in so many ways.
Doing the little things (and the big ones!) that makes his life happier and calmer and altogether just a little bit easier – that makes me happy. Knowing that I’m helping him and making it easier for him to go through his day makes me feel complete.
And I know a lot of people will read this and ask what he’s doing to make my life easier and happier and calmer – and the answer is this: he’s doing so much. He’s holding me accountable. He’s providing my structure. He’s giving me a healthy and safe outlet for fulfilling my needs to please people and to serve. He loves me. He helps me make sure that I take care of myself – and takes care of me when I can’t do it. He gives me just as much as I give him. In his way, he serves me too. It’s a different kind of service than I give him. But it’s still service. Like I said, it’s a give and take.
7. Because kneeling for him brings me tremendous peace.
I suppose this could fall under service but it’s such a distinctive act that brings such tremendous fulfillment and peace that I felt like it deserved its own number.
It really is that simple: kneeling for him brings me peace. Kneeling for him makes me feel safe. Kneeling for him is fulfilling. Kneeling for him is a privilege. Kneeling for him is calming and pleasing and a position of both pride and complete and utter joy.
I love kneeling at his feet. I love kneeling in front of him. I love kneeling in the center of the room so he can watch me. I love kneeling simply because it’s where he wants me to be. It’s like meditation and prayer and supplication all rolled into one. I enjoy taking a position of worship on my knees. I enjoy worshiping him. I enjoy bestowing that honor on him time and time again. And I feel so tremendously lucky every time he allows me the privilege of kneeling at his feet.
It makes me feel safe, it makes me feel whole, and it makes me feel lucky to take my position at his feet. Because it is a physical, positional reminder of who owns me and it gives me the time to reflect on exactly why I picked him.
8. Because I don’t want to be in charge.
It really is that simple. I don’t want to be in charge. I am in charge of so much in my day-to-day life. I take on so much responsibility. I care for my friends, I care for my family, I feed the people I care about, I have tremendous responsibility in work, I am responsible for teaching new hires, I am responsible for providing advice on this blog (and yes, I am aware that is a self-imposed responsibility). And there’s more – so, so much more.
And when I’m done with that I don’t want to make decisions. I don’t want to have to make the rules. I don’t want to have to be responsible for what happens next. I want to be told what to do. I want to be told what is expected. I want to be told how to please someone and how to do it right. I want to submit myself to someone else’s control. I want to hand myself over to him and his decisions and his direction. I want that peace. I want that safety. And I want to end each day with that sense of fulfillment.
9. Sexually, I find far more pleasure in cumming for him than I do in cumming for myself.
Orgasms are great. I love orgasms. I really fucking love to cum.
But cumming for myself just doesn’t give me the overwhelming sense of pleasure (emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually) as cumming for him does. When he tells me how to get there, when he tells me what to say, when he makes me beg and cry and whimper and scream and tell him all of my darkest, dirtiest, most depraved fantasies while I try my hardest not to cum without permission… When he makes me wait for it, makes me edge over and over and over, making me hold off… When he finally tells me to cum. When he finally gives me permission. When he finally tells me to let go… It’s unlike any other feeling. Because I know I have earned that orgasm. Because I know he’s allowing me to have that orgasm because I’ve pleased him so much that I’ve earned the gift of it.
Orgasms are great. They really, really are. But orgasms are even greater when they’re a gift from him.
10. Because I love being told no.
I do. I love the reminder of who is in charge. Or who I have trusted with my welfare and my care and my pleasure and my safety. I love knowing that he’s paying attention to me. I love knowing that he’s watching what I do. I love knowing that he’s making sure I’m staying within the lines – because it reminds me every single time of how committed he is to me and to our dynamic and to the promises that we’ve made to each other.
And I love knowing that he’s in charge. And that he knows he’s in charge. And that he wants to remind me he’s in charge. Because it makes me feel safe. And, tbh, it makes me pretty damn wet.
Defer To Him
Defer to him as much as you can.
A friend asks if you can come over tonight? Tell her you have to ask him.
A salesman wants to know if you want to buy that product today? Tell him you have to ask your man.
You want to buy something? Ask your man if you can afford it.
When you defer to him, you’re allowing him the opportunity to create reality out of the vision he has for the relationship and, believe it or not, he does have a vision.
Besides, deferring to your man on even the smallest issues will make him feel needed and will make you feel like he’s in control of your universe - and that lowers your stress level.
Don’t fool yourself into the common girl-trap of “I don’t want to bother him.” He absolutely loves to be asked these kinds of questions. You’re handing more control of your life over to him every time you ask his permission for something. You’ll find your man always, always, always has time for more control.
Defer to him. You’ll both be happier.
-VIS
Denial as his Gift to me
I asked him how he was feeling about our denial dynamic.
Him “I love it. You are on fire. it doesn’t even feel like denial anymore. It feels like a gift I am giving you.”
Then he asked, “Do you still even want to orgasm? Do you even think about it anymore?”
Me: “Yes. Yes I do still want to orgasm. Isn’t that good? I mean part of the pleasure of denial is wanting it so much and not getting it. When we fuck, when I edge, I am riding an edge of pleasure filled desire and denial. Often I shake and almost cry right after we stop - the desire so great in me it consumes me n that moment.”
Him: “Yes it’s good. I just thought you might have lost your interest in it. You still might.”
Me: “Well I find I worry about losing the desire I feel. I am concerned that if I cum I will crash. That the one crest will cost me more than it gives me.”
Then I asked him if he knew when I had cum last and he didn’t! He has no idea how long it had been. I told him. We talked about it. (It has been 27 days since I had any orgasm and 42 days since I came on his cock. He was surprised but not impressed that it had been so long).
“I’ve stopped thinking about it,” he said. “I like you hot, bothered, focused on me, and on my pleasure.”
Me: “I still feel a great deal of pleasure when we have sex, when I edge alone.”
Him: “Well of course - but that isn’t the point or our focus.”
Me: “Yes you are right… . And I like it that way. I like that you cum and I don’t.”
Him: “Me too. Now come here and fuck me the way I like best - then I am going to cum in your mouth.”
Me - While I am riding him, gasping - “Maybe when you are back from your trip (in 9 days) you can tell me to cum on your cock.” as I said that my pussy clenched and squeezed his cock, his velvet hardness sending sparks of pleasure all over my body. “Maybe then you can let me cum.”
Him “Suck my cock now, I want you to drink my cum.”
I got no other reply.
Devotional Training.
Punishment
In all our time together, I only got the belt twice. The belt was for broken rules, reserved for the worst offenses. If I got mouthy or let protocol slip, he’d give me quiet reflection time. Kneeling with hands behind my back and nose to the wall, thinking about my actions until the timer went off. Then I’d write a letter detailing what I’d thought about and why my obedience mattered.
But the belt was a different kind of correction. In position, no warm-up, full strength. The tears began almost instantly, progressing to screams and full-body sobs by the time he finished. And then he scooped me into his arms and held me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe. I nuzzled against his chest as my heart rate began to slow. I closed my eyes and listened to his soft voice.
“Daddy’s here. All is forgiven. I’ve got you. You’re safe now.”
From the outside, punishment may be the hardest thing for people to understand about D/s relationships. Why would a strong, independent woman willingly submit to a man beating her for breaking what seems like arbitrary rules? I see three important functions for punishment.
Remembering it’s not a game. This dynamic is built on responsibility and accountability. Dominants and submissives each have responsibilities to one another and to the dynamic. But nowhere is that more apparent than when a rule is broken. It’s easy to make a submissive wear a plug on a date or deny permission for an orgasm. But punishment is hard. It’s unpleasant. But without it, the dynamic is just dress-up. Being punished reminds me that the power exchange is real, and that I can trust my Dominant to hold me accountable.
Reconnecting with my role. It’s rare for me to break rules. But when I do, it usually means that the connection hasn’t felt as present for me. I forget an instruction, or even worse, I question it. Then when I realize I’ve disobeyed, I feel even worse. It is hard for me to feel submissive with the cloud of disobedience over me. I’ve stepped outside my role. I struggle to connect with my Dominant because I know I did something to undermine the dynamic.
By submitting to the punishment, I remember that I am choosing this. I remember that I don’t have to follow rules or submit to this person, but I choose this life because it fulfills me. I choose it because it’s how I feel loved and at peace. Punishment can be awful. But it reminds me why I kneel. It helps me to reconnect with my purpose.
Knowing I am worth the effort. It is so much easier for a Dominant not to punish their submissive. It’s easy to excuse the behavior. Maybe the submissive has been under a lot of stress or had a bad day. Maybe the Dominant hasn’t been as engaged as they’d like to be. But no matter the excuse, I need to know that I am worth the effort to correct. Perhaps that correction is a discussion, not a punishment; it’s not my place to decide what’s warranted. But I need my Dominant to acknowledge my misstep and take action accordingly.
I feel awful when I break a rule. And if my Dominant doesn’t correct me, I feel unseen and unimportant. I need to know that my Dominant cares enough to hold me accountable. It’s easier to let it slide. But a good Dominant will choose the more difficult path because it’s better for me and for us in the long run. I put a lot of effort into my obedience, but I fall short sometimes. When I do, I need to know that my Dominant will step up. I need to know that love and ownership aren’t just for when I’m perfect. I need to know I am worth the effort to correct.
Punishment is deeply cleansing for me. I don’t enjoy it. I don’t want it. But I need it. I need to trust my Dominant to hold me accountable, and I need to accept responsibility for my actions. After, I can return to my place at their feet with renewed commitment to the role I cherish so much.
I will hit you
When you irritate me I will hit you When you look at me I will hit you When you don’t look at me I will hit you When you say something stupid I will hit you When you are silent I will hit you Whenever I feel like it I will hit you When I’m horny I will hit you When I’m sad I will hit you When I’m bored I will hit you when I am displeased with you I will hit you When you have been sloppy I will hit you When I love you I will hit you When you fail to see my needs I will hit you When I need entertainment I will hit you When you act like a cunt I will hit you When I hate myself I will hit you When I feel bitter I will hit you When I’m happy I will hit you When you deserve it I will hit you When I see errors in you I will hit you
That sums me up perfectly.
Now you might be asking, “when will I not hit you”?
Answer: “I will ALWAYS hit you”. And because that was a stupid ass question, guess what, you just earned yourself a punch to the face. So chin up Bitch.
Fuckmeat abuse, nature’s foreplay.
With each slap his cock stiffens, why is this? He has a cock, a cock is designed to penetrate, this is and can only be an act of dominance. He is designed and built to dominate, and his body responds to it. This is why his cock hardens when he dominates you, when he takes control, and uses you as he wishes. This is why your abuse and suffering excites him.
You were born with holes, these are designed to be penetrated. You were literally made to be dominated, to be penetrated, to serve. This is why, with each slap, your body responds in the way it is was designed to. With each slap your cunt tingles, each stroke moistens it a little more, your body knows what is coming you are going to be penetrated, you are going to be serve, you are going to receive cock. This is why you crave his abuse and why it excites you to suffer for his pleasure.
So very very true ❤️
When this happens you shouldn't be scared. Embrace your natural place in the world.
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
Pretty doesn’t matter if you aren’t obedient.
^this right here
Have to love a good vacant stare.
all we wanna be..
