Bark Night of the Soul

18+. Out and Proud Transfem. Closeted Puppygirl. Too dumb to realize everyone knows anyway.

[sheholdsmyleash]

I'm starting to think there may be an ethical variant of bodyshaming. Like, shaming somebody for the way they look is awful for the following reasons:

- they have no control over the cultural narrative of what "attractive" looks like and may be a member of a sociocultural group that is frequently othered as inherently "unattractive"

- they are beholden to a cultural narrative that places their appearance as a necessary component of personal worth while disempowering them in other ways

- they lack the time and/or financial resources to shape their body, through personal means or medical interventions, into what is valued. This is often compounded by other barriers such as medical history, genetics, or poverty.

- even if a member of a marginalized group is exempt from one of the above, public articulation of shame still causes harm to other members of that same group who DO face those barriers

Now, this logic has a corrolary. What if an individual doesn't meet ANY of the above criteria? In the US in 2026, that probably means a white cishet male with substantial wealth and the ability to influence cultural norms on a national level. Unfortunately, I can think of a few men like that. And also unfortunately, they're all butt ugly.

Like, if you're going to hoard an obscene amount of wealth and attempt to bend the US onto a path of wickedness, the least you can do is hit the gym. Why spend billions of my dollars bombing people when we both benefit more from you investing them in medical research to prevent me from wretching when I see your face?

If I must have an oppressor, I deserve one I can jerk off to.

[sheholdsmyleash]

I want to take three pups, gag one, blindfold another, earplug/noise canceling headphone the third, then watch as I make them solve a 🙊 🙈 🙉 themed escape room.

It would be delightful to watch them stumble around communication. Especially when the end nears and they start to remember that I'd said to each of them, "don't tell this to the others, but if you're not the second one out that door, you're not getting fucked tonight."

[sheholdsmyleash]

BRB inviting Jesus into the bedroom but not in a "isn't there somebody you forgot to ask" kinda way but rather in a "my child, I delight in Her creation and glory that you have found the strength and wisdom to take your girldick, beautiful and wondrous in her creation, and stick it there. Go in peace, thrive, revel in Her name, and also I want to watch" kinda way.

[sheholdsmyleash]

OK, but why is the Goblin so hung tho?

[strix-returns]

Because it's all cockpit

[sheholdsmyleash]

OK, but why is the Goblin so hung tho?

[brotherglasses]

[sheholdsmyleash]

While I'm not saying an autistic desire to have the ever-loving fuck squeezed out of me for hours on end wasn't a factor, it's worth remembering that a big part of my straitjacket kink came from the fact that "they're not naked, so it's not technically porn."

[therewerenoturtles]

Inktober ’day eight.’

[sheholdsmyleash]

What they don't know is that the Lancer campaign I'm running is actually an elaborate plan to Tom Sawyer my friends into polishing my boots for me.

[sighted-circle]

Women. Women in mechs. Women sweating in mechs. Women filled with combat drugs as they sweat in their mechs. My teeth are clenched.

[sludgetoxicmilkshake]

Women sweating in combat suit as they sweat in mechs. Technician crawling into mech cockpit to do repairs but running into very sweaty pilot who decided to take a break before leaving. 2 very sweaty women in mech

[sheholdsmyleash]

I can do 2 sweaty women in a mech, but it's going to cost you a system point, so decide now if you'd rather have that, flight, or cloaking.

[sheholdsmyleash]

Zebra mussels crunched into the Mississippi muck as the croc plodded its way upstream. Invasive carp and murky brown water obscured the visual feed, but Eliza didn't need sight to know where she was headed.

There. The commands conditioned into her ancient lizard brain told her the time was right, the place here.

The garrison of Cairo didn't know what hit them. The first railgun shot hit the SAM battery: as the warheads detonated, the soldiers that would survive the encounter reported orange light reflecting off the river as black shapes slowly emerged from the water. First, the graceful line of a spinal mount railgun. Then, a heavily armored array of spikes, buzz saws, vice grips, mechanical disassembler for seaweed, flesh, and steel alike. As the machines rolled out of the water like death, they revealed studded armor, powerful actuators, and brown water pouring in steaming arcs from exit ports.

The exploding missiles petered out and stopped lighting up the sky. The soldiers eyed each other for a tense moment before one had the brains to send up a flare.

The harsh, red light revealed dozens of them, charging now, fangs bared, moving faster than an amphibious mech had any right to.

The struggle was over in an instant of blood and steel. The final defeat, however, lasted for a long and agonizing night.

Eliza awoke the next morning still in her croc. The sun rising over the fields of Kentucky across the Ohio river somehow felt better on her mech than on her skin; her brain swam in endorphins from the warm light and the tinge of iron the mech transfered to her tongue. There would be more fights, but a croc knew the value of patience. They had taken a key city today: the Ohio river would be theirs and nature could begin to heal from her long bondage under enemy boots.

She relaxed in the summer heat as flies buzzed, meadowlarks chirped, a soldier slowly bled out in the embrace of her teeth, and the mighty river lazily carried a dead carp, a struggling soldier, a fragment of shell, and fresh corpse to the Gulf of Mexico.

[sarah-denial-cq]

I'm on my knees, looking at another girl who's on *her* knees, looking at me. Someone is standing behind me, my long braid wrapped up in their hand. The other girl looks scared.

"strip.". We're both wearing identical matching bra and panties. We both look away from each other as we take them off, too nervous to look- until I feel a yank, hard, on my hair. "No, look right in each other's eyes. Look at her tits. You're both fucking porn, act like it. "

I feel the hand slap my ass. The other girl winces, seeing the pain on my face. "Tell her she's just porn, just like you. She's nothing."

I look at her carefully. Her makeup is running from crying. She's already been beat quite a bit. "You're just porn. You're nothing." She just looks at me silently. "Keep going".

I look right at her. I try to summon up my contempt for her. She could have been so much. Now she's here on her knees in front of me stripped and crying. So vulnerable. "You're a stupid, stupid bitch" I start laying into her. "You're pathetic. No self respecting woman would let this happen to her.". The girl starts sobbing. I feel the approval from behind me and I can't help but start insulting her and betraying her for the approval of the force of that hand in my braid and the validation I know I'll find there if I just do a good enough job tearing down this victim.

I'm going to make her a victim.

"you're shit. You're barely a person, you just sit there and strip and cry.". I start getting into it. I'm masturbating on my knees staring at this helpless naked loser crying. "Go on, cunt, touch yourself while I insult you.". She's touching herself, one hand between her legs and one on her nipple. I can't tell if she's doing it to impress the one behind me or just to self soothe or because- "fuck, you actually like this? You sick puppy. You're not even rape bait, because I don't think you're even capable of having an opinion on who gets to use you. Nobody thinks of you as anything other than a slutty, easy, fuckdoll. You're going to remember this moment for the rest of your life. I hate you. I hope you get drugged and passed around a party. You deserve to be pinned down by somebody and fucked dry. You, oh my god," the hand is twisting in my hair and this poor girl is absolutely sobbing at all the abuse and I'm filled with traitorous contempt as I realize her flush is half crying and half arousal and I see- "you whore. Don't you dare cum. You sick fuck, you rug munching cock sucking ass eating porn making easy access " I think the bitch is actually going to cum, I feel all the approval in the world from behind me as I realize this is what they want, they want to see if I can truly betray this victim they brought for me to abuse to get them off, this is my value to them, to hurt this girl, I go harder, I feel a hand on the back of my neck, "failure, nobody takes you seriously, everybody just imagines putting you on your knees any time you open your stupid mouth, people on the street look at you and imagine raping you, your colleagues call you names behind your back, you're going to be like this forever, you stupid, stupid, stupid-"

I feel, somehow, the pull on my braid that tells me to shut up. I look at the girl I've been tearing down to earn approval. She's quietly crying. Both her hands have come up to her tits. I hear the voice behind me. "Spit on her."

I... hesitate. Do I really hate this poor girl enough to do that, is she, okay with that? Do I care about that more than I care about doing what I'm told? She looks so afraid. She looks so... you know what? She looks like she deserves it. She deserves it.

I spit on the mirror.

"good girl", I hear.

[estrogirlie]

god i’d fucking kill to be touched properly. i need someone to need me so bad they can’t hold themselves back. i need to be grabbed in a way that doesn’t let me doubt that you want me. throw me around. bruise me. make me feel desired for something other than what i can provide for you. fuck.

[sheholdsmyleash]

I might be a top. Maybe. The thing is that every time I talk to Her about it, I end up an exhausted, hogtied, smiling wreck with marks painting my cheeks the same color as the plug buzzing away between them.

[philorot]

Vampire bites

Redraw of this

[tied-up-transfem]

Tying you down to a chair, blindfolding you with some lovingly soft black silk. I drape the flogger along your nape and whisper something so low you only register it as husky need. You don't even nip anymore as I place the ring gag behind your teeth, just so small droplets of drool can leak from your mouth. You feel my hands grope your chest, gentle first then more forceful. Soft smacks and rubbing motions to warm up the muscle and then the flogger lightly flops against the fatty tissue. So light at first it's almost hard to believe it could hurt you, that it will.

I count you down as I always do for the first strike, the tension builds as I hit zero. Our favorite part then, the pregnant pause before glorious glorious pain finds you. It stings, and you can't help the smile creeping up your face despite the gag. A small puddle of drool sliding down your chest.

You know I can hit harder, and I will.

[sheholdsmyleash]

"You don't have to be smart for me. That's all they want you to be for them, a little knowledge dispenser, and I know it's so, so exhausting for you."

"You can be so much more."

"Take it off. Rip open your heart and show Me the parts you're frightened to show them."

"The needy ones."

"The foolish ones."

"The sexy ones."

"The ones thay obey Me and Me alone."

"Have you done it? That vacant, loving stare seems to say so."

"That's My good girl. This is the last smart decision you'll ever have to make."