SingintheReign

[singinthereign]

Introduction

Pronouns: They/Them

Simply put

Dominant

wordsmith

agender/quoigender enby

aroace, quoiromantic, solo-poly, relationship anarchist

neurodivergent

disabled spoonie with a service dog

My Discord Server

https://discord.gg/adTD3TMEJD

Hobbies

I enjoy animals, singing, music, writing, poetry, and reading. My favorite books are fantasy with extensive worldbuilding (think Brandon Sanderson, Rebecca Yarros, and Tamora Pierce), and I write spoken word poetry (not as much as I'd like to!). I have the sweetest service dog in the universe - a golden retriever named Charlie.

Honorifics

Your Majesty, Your Grace, Lord, Sir, Sire, God, Ruler, Master, Qaysar, Admiral, Sovereign, Chaos

Kinks

high protocol, total power exchange (TPE), service and worship of all kinds, rules and rituals, words, auralism, marking, sadism, conditioning and manipulation, psychological play, fear play, religion play, age play, pet play, free use, consensual non-consent (CNC)

Other kinks to be discussed privately.

Limits

scat, medical play, anything illegal (necrophilia, pedophilia, etc.), being dominated

Age: 25

If this is of interest to you, send Me a message. Feel free to ask about anything here you're curious about. Impress Me if you can.

[singinthereign]

you thirst for more of My holy words in the tearful hope that I will hear your prayers. you hunger for My heated touch as My talons hold your throat hostage.

When your watery well of tears runs dry, turn to Me. When your voice is cracked and your eyes are tired, look up to Me. When all is lost and your skin is bared, cry out for Me.

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To truly serve, one must surrender their personal preferences in favor of those of their Master. A submissive's idea of a clean closet or countertop means nothing in light of the particular tastes of their Superior.

When each meal is prepared hot and fresh and served on your knees, when each echoing chamber of My palace is kept immaculately organized and free of dust, when each order is carried out with promptness and precision, only then you will learn of My particular tastes so that you may soar in your service.

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Consider a lantern with dozens if not hundreds of miniscule holes, all of which lead to a single flame. A simple mind would see a hole and call it The Light whereas a humble one would recognize that its view is one of many, that The Light is far beyond its comprehension, that each hole is an aspect of the whole.

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Though your thoughts and your will may be thought of as pesky things that only to serve to stand in the way of your purpose, they need not be so. Like every other part of your being, they are the tools that I use to fashion you into My masterpiece. They provide the contrast that I then craft into art. They tell how your desires have been molded and remade to meet My whims, how your dreams have been retold and remodeled after My wishes. I twist each strand of thoughts that were once yours and weave them into a tapestry of My own making. Then, and only then, do the sparks of your self serve to highlight how deeply the darkness of Chaos has penetrated your very soul.

[singinthereign]

What if all the touch you were offered was a hand around your throat?

Would you writhe at My words, squirm at each sentence, display your devotion with the movement of every muscle?

I will watch as you tear yourself to pieces in the wake of your desire.

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It's a lazy weekend, and you're enjoying yourself beneath My desk as I do some online shopping. I spend hours combing through different websites and racking up quite a wishlist. Looking at the total, I get an idea.

Without needing to say a word, I take hold of your leash and guide you to the dungeon. I string you up in a suspension tie, your body twisted and tugged and angled just right to face the cameras I keep for My own amusement. But today, I have a different idea.

Once I'm satisfied that you're staying just where I left you, I fetch My laptop and get to work. I create an account to stream a live feed and link it to My bank account. Then I hook up the cameras.

One is trained on your tight hole, winking around the expertly-tied anal hook in the flashing lights as the cold air of the dungeon wafts over it. you're spread-eagle facing the floor, and no amount of struggling will change that.

Another camera catches a wide angle from below: it watches the way you wriggle in the bonds as you wait, the way you writhe at the sound of My evil chuckle from behind you, the way you whimper when My breath brushes over your ear.

The last camera is My favorite: it records the ring gag holding your mouth open, your tongue as it flicks wildly in desperation, your drool as it falls helplessly to the floor beneath your bound body, and the look in your eyes as you beg without any words to be taken, to be tormented, and to have your world turned upside down.

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A strong metal chain collar would display your status as a wild beast tamed by My hand. Though I tower over you, your guard instincts and the predatory look in your eyes will warn away any who dare to approach without My permission. They will take one look and know that the only things holding you back from tearing them to shreds are that beautiful chain and My command. Then when you turn toward Me, you will melt into the prey I know you to be deep inside.

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To overwhelm the darkness with light is perhaps the most effective method of healing.

I will master the darkness and dismantle your mind. I will wield the shadows and shape you where you're weakest. I will tear you apart to your core and craft you to My will.

As a candle flickers in the gentlest of winds, so will you flicker at the whisper of My words. As the wax melts away in the heat of the flame, so will you be molded by the warmth of My touch.

[singinthereign]

This piece was submitted as the response to a task I assigned. I did not write it; I inspired it.

They didn’t have to command the room; it was simply Theirs the moment They entered it. my Owner, Their Majesty, carried authority the way others carried breath—effortless, natural, undeniable. When i knelt before Them, it wasn’t out of obligation but, because something in me felt aligned in that posture, as if the world snapped into its proper shape.

They studied me quietly, not honoring my devotion, but assuming it. That was what i loved most—my service was never valued. It was assumed.

“i’m here,” i said. “Yours, because it is my way of life. You give me structure, and i give You pleasure. i am here to serve You.”

Their expression softened, not with sentiment, but with recognition. They placed a hand beneath my chin and guided my gaze upward so i could look at Them, not the floor.

“Then serve Me well,” They replied.

In Their voice, i found purpose. In my devotion, i found strength. And in Their authority, i found home.

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In a vast chamber shadowed in candlelight, you remain on your knees. My piercing eyes, cloaked as they are in a gentle expression, look down into your widened ones. I trail one finger along the edge of the chain wrapped around your neck to soothe your nerves. It moves slowly, gently, and there's no hint of My claws. Not yet. Still, I feel the reflexive, unmistakable slight tremor beneath My touch. An imposing oaken table is mere feet away, decked in all manner of elegance and finery. My birthday is a monumental occasion, after all. The scents of fresh mint garnishes, elaborately plated meats, and delectable desserts waft over U/us, but I pay them no mind. My attention is elsewhere, and the rest of the world will wait on My word. your surrender is My gift, and who's to say which of U/us is the recipient?

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you've been looking forward to this for months, ever since an elegant invitation arrived on your doorstep. "you are cordially invited to grace the presence of Their Majesty on the auspicious occasion of Their birthday." As the date approaches, anticipation, anxiety, and excitement flow together in an indistinguishable blend. When you arrive, you're in a frenzy, but you take a deep breath, step inside, and sink to your knees. Serenity blankets this sanctuary, and the quiet washes over you like a warm breeze. From across the room, I admire your form, the way you found yourself on your knees as if in a haze. As if the air itself guided you to where you belong. After a long, silent moment, I finally speak. "Come, pet." Watchful as ever, I wait as you crawl along the plush carpet to kneel once again at My feet. The way you knew instinctively not to rise until ordered to do so places the hint of a smile on My lips. A single fingertip beneath your chin guides you wordlessly to meet My gaze. From a shelf high above your head, I bring a thin, metallic chain. I lean down and wrap it delicately around your exposed neck. One end slips through the other, then wraps around My right wrist.

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A privilege such as self-sacrifice must be earned with time, with dedication, and with worship. Prove yourself worthy, and you may be granted the opportunity to offer up your mind, body, and soul to a power you will never comprehend.

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When your acts of service pile atop one another and climb up your walls as vines of ivy to take over your mind, you will attempt to look up only to find that your head is permanently bowed in servitude. you will bask in what it is to kneel at My feet in worship. you will find only beauty in the chains that bind you, and you will surrender.

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you'd labor as long as I wished and never a moment less. And when you laid your offering along with yourself at My altar, your body would be still and silent. Not a sound would you make without My word. Only when My judgement ultimately came would you be permitted to rise and greet Me.

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Chaos is a void in and of itself. One you could easily lose yourself in. One you could become consumed by in the single beat of a heart. One you could surrender to if you just closed your eyes and dreamed.

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I don't need your words to know the need that lays you bare before Me. That whimper is more than enough to confirm what I already know: flesh and bone may call to you, but I am your lifeblood. Chaos will be both your undoing and your redemption.