Kitty

A Submissive Pet in his 20s, who's blog revolves around Femdom, and other BDSM themes.

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Hello!

Welcome to my blog, where I share a lot of the kinky fantasies, thoughts, and ideas I've had. Please bare in mind that a lot of them will involve heavy kink, as well as dubious consent, non-consent, blackmail, etc.

No content warning or trigger warnings.

NO MINORS. 18+ ONLY

Please note that everything I talk about is simply fantasy, or just extreme scene ideas to try with only people you seriously trust, and that consent is absolutely paramount at all times.

About Me:

I'm a submissive Kitten in my 20s who's probably just a bit too obsessed with kink in general. I'm from the UK, and, I just loves the rush I get when control is taken from me. I loves the chills from a padlock clicking shut, telling me I'm trapped, or the thrill I get from realising there's nothing I can do to make something stop. Truthfully, I'm a complete masochist, and want to experiment with just how much I can take~

List of kinks that you'll likely see on this blog: Bondage, BDSM, femdom, petplay (all kinds), chastity, total power exchange, sexual slavery, sexual torture, humiliation, degradation, CNC, dubcon, noncon, blackmail, breathplay, knifeplay, gunplay, watersports, free-use

There's probably more I'm forgetting, but, I'm sure you get the idea.

If there any specific kinks you'd like to see me write about, then please feel free to send a prompt! I really appreciates feedback in general, and would love to hear what people think.

Main blog where I shares concepts, fantasies, and stories: https://www.tumblr.com/pet-in-distress

Alternative blog where I just share porn I likes: https://www.tumblr.com/slave-in-distress

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Pain. Is a reward. For masochists.

If your submissive is a masochist you can reward them with pain.

They like pain, they want pain, they want you to hurt them.

So spank them as a reward, whip them when they've been good, encourage obedience by hitting them

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You're allowed to hit masochists for fun, you don't have to frame it as punishing them, you don't have to justify it, they want to be hit you want to hit them just do it!

This addition because people are being clowns in my notes and I'm pissed off about it

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For the masochists out there who don't necessarily enjoy pain, but rather enjoy the thrill of being unable to stop it, then a great alternative is "Maintenance Discipline" - The idea being that you regularly "punish" your sub to enforce their position, and make sure they stay obedient.

To a lot of subs, like myself, pain exists in this weird limbo of being something unpleasant that gives you a thrill. If you've that kind of masochism, then there are still plenty of ways to give dominants an excuse to hurt you

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I think my moaning just stopped a domestic conflict 💀

I was edging earlier, and an argument started happening near the outside of my bedroom window. Kept going, because, you know, I was being quiet, and I usually mostly am.

The only problem is I've been edging without release for roughly a month now. So, at that moment, I accidentally let out one of the loudest moans of my life, and they fucking stopped arguing, and both went completely silent immediately.

They were too far away to hear at room volume, so I assume they just walked away. How tf did I moan loud enough to stop an entire domestic dispute 😔

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"please I need to cum" BF x "you've been saying that for years!" GF

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Damn, it's been a rough few days, recently.

I could really do with a bit of unwinding by having someone completely deny me from edging and orgasms while forcing me to watch so much porn and use my holes so much that I end up with a porn and sex addiction that I'm not allowed to do anything about so I become more and more increasingly depraved due to trying to scrap together whatever mediocre pleasure I can get until my mind eventually breaks completely and I become a 24/7 sex obsessed nymphomaniac that can't stop constantly thinking about serving and pleasing

or maybe just cuddling or something, idk

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No Peeking

My knees press against the carpet on the ground, my hands on my lap, and my back straight, eyes forward. I can hear the moans of my Mistress on the sofa behind me, the sliding of her dildo, as she pleasured herself, getting closer to the edge. I wasn't allowed to watch, I hadn't earned it. Instead, my gaze stayed forward, on the TV, watching porn alongside my owner. Whereas she was getting off to it, though, I had to stay fixed firmly in place, or risk horrible punishment. I wanted so badly to watch the Goddess behind me, her perfect body, her face in ecstasy, but I dared not risk her wrath. Her training was strict, and her punishments incredibly cruel. This was just another test to prove my obedience to her was more important than my carnal temptations. I desperately wanted to not only see her, but lick her, please her, and service her in anyway she wanted. Instead, all I got was the sound of her pleasure, which while I was grateful for, simply wasn't enough. What she gave me was never enough, but that was the point: To train me to find satisfaction in only submission to her.

I was taken out of my thoughts by the sudden cry of carnal release from behind me, as she reached orgasm. All I could do was leak in my chastity as she screamed out in pleasure, unsure whether I more wanted to have an orgasm of my own, or wanted to make her cum myself. Even that was a privilege, to be allowed the honour of personally making her cum. I would do anything to please her, but that had to first be proved by showing her orders were more important than my desires. So, I patiently waited, enjoying the sound of her pleasure, and the porn before me, as much as I could, despite the constant denied frustration I held.

Eventually, I heard her get up, and step closer. From the top of my vision, the dildo she was using was lowered in front of my face "Here, pet, clean it." Immediately, I took the toy with both hands, as she walked off behind me. Eagerly, hungrily, I licked, and sucked the dildo with all the fervour I could muster, desperate to taste her, even if it was only from the toy she used. Deep down, I felt a pang of shame at how embarrassing this was, to be so desperate that her mere used dildo was enough to drive me mad. But, I didn't care. I needed her, needed to please her, needed to prove my worth in the hopes that next time I'd get to be the toy, instead. As she walked off, cleaned up, and got dressed, I stayed on my knees, waiting for permission to move, while I put my mouth to work.

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My Body is Yours

Every part of me belongs to you, everything about me set to your ideal. My body should be a sight for you to behold, and a monument to your ideals. Make me exercise as you see fit, build muscle in the places where you want it, lose fat where you don't want it, train my physique to match your vision of beauty. Give me workouts, and control my diet. Make me your biggest attraction, for you to enjoy above all else.

Mark me as your property. Change me to be a sign of your control. Tattoo me, brand me even, make sure I can never expose myself without declaring myself as your property. I love the idea of looking down across my hip, and seeing the name of my owner, alongside a declaration of who I belong to. Passing a mirror while I'm naked, and getting a chill up my spine, as my eyes are drawn to the brand of ownership, never again letting me hold the illusion of freedom.

You don't have to ask permission, I'm your property, your toy, you can do whatever you want with me. Have a thing for piercings? It's only natural that you take me out to get pierced, while shushing me whenever I ask where we're going. I don't need to know what you intend to do with your property, so I don't. Even when we arrive, I'm ordered to stay silent, only able to watch nervously as my body is adorned with new jewellery, exactly to your liking, never knowing just how much you've arranged, until it's being added to me. I might even protest, but it doesn't matter, because I belong to you, and it's your decision.

If you like the way I tan, then make sure I get one. Hammer pegs into the ground, outside, and chain me out in an X-shape across the floor. Rub sunscreen over me, and then leave me as long as you need. Left bound, tied, sweating in the sun, with only a collar around my neck, so even when it's removed, you can see the patch of untanned skin for where it should belong. Keep me outside, exposed to the sun, as I tan to your preferences, knowing that for days after I'll be reminded of your total control when I so much as even look at my own hands.

Set up hairdressing appointments without me knowing. Take me out without telling me where we're going. Ban me from talking, and take me to a Barbers, tell them exactly how you want my hair. Force me to watch in silence as they tailor it exactly to your whims, and preferences. It's just another part of me that belongs to you.

Every part of me is yours to do with as you please.

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Personal Porn

After a long day of work, it was refreshing to finally get home. I had just finished brewing myself a pot of tea, and sat down at my desk, starting up my computer, finding something to watch, while I was able to just chill out for the rest of the day... Then my phone buzzed, with a notification warning me of the message that Mistress had sent me. With a sigh, I took it, unlocking the screen, and checking said message.

"Send a rough deep-throat video. You have one hour."

I was infuriated, frustrated, annoyed beyond all words that my well-deserved relaxation would have to be postponed, again. Yet, dutifully, I simply typed in the words "porn", clicked on whatever website came up first. Then, I searched up the words "rough deep-throat". My eyes scoured the first few results, the only ones I was allowed to pick from (Mistress didn't want me to waste too much time searching). Since they were all over ten minutes long, they would suffice, and I quickly settled on what I hoped would be the least... demanding, so to speak.

I put the video on, and dutifully watched. My right hand remained on my lap, while my left hand grabbed the teacup nearby, as I watched the pornstar in the video sucking some cock with abandon. Despite how turned on I was, I still made no move to touch myself in anyway - I wasn't allowed. Instead, I paid close attention to the screen, the way she knelt, how she stroked it while starting, when she began with a blowjob, as her lips wrapped around the thick dick before her. A certain nervousness built up in me as he put his hand on her head, holding her down, ramming her mouth with his meat, while she started to gag, gasp, sputter, and drool. Her mascara ran from her eyes, her lipstick smeared the cock forcing in, and out, of her throat. I paid close attention to the rest of the video, my own member screaming for attention, but receiving nothing except frustration.

Eventually, the video was over... That was the easy part. I went off, grabbing a make-up kit, and trying my best to do a quick job of copying the way she had hers set. It was difficult trying to get it right, while still hoping to get this all done within the hour, but, it was what I had to do. Sometimes, I think Mistress intentionally limited my time, to try to make me look as improper as possible, without giving me time to perfect it. Once I felt it was good enough, I went off to grab a dildo, one that I estimated to be a similar size to the one in the video.

I set up a camera to watch me, next to my phone, ensuring that I could both record, and also watch, at the same time. With a slight trembling of what was to come, I pressed "play", repeating the video I had just watched. Watching along, I did my best to emulate exactly what I saw, I stroked the shaft when she did, kissed the tip when she did, licked it, sucked it, trying to put in as much enthusiasm into the blowjob I gave to the suction-cupped dildo, as she did to a man. The part I most dreaded soon started, and as he forced her head down right to the base, I too forced my mouth down along the dildo as much as I can. Silently, in my own head, I begged for mercy, every second feeling like torture, as I hoped he would soon let her go. As he finally did, we both jerked back with a gasp. As I watched her make-up grow more ruined by the minute, I was assured that the same was happening to mine.

This went on for some time, over and over again, doing everything I could to replicate exactly what I saw. I felt like an amateur doing my best to copy a professional at work, but, dutifully, I continued to try to do exactly as she did. Eventually, the video came to an end, and so did my performance. I knelt there for a few seconds, panting, and trying to catch my breath. Once I was ready, I ended the recording, copied the link to the video that had just ended, and sent it to Mistress. Then, I went to the folder where the recording of me had saved, and sent that along to her too. Both videos alongside each other, allowing my owner to see how well I had copied a professional, and the hope that she would deem it adequate enough to avoid punishing me.

"Your slut hopes you enjoy it, Mistress!"

With the caption sent after the two videos, I finally felt like I could relax. She didn't have any urgency to watch the video, just because she had set me a deadline, didn't mean she would watch it in the time. Thus, I went back to my desk, sitting there. I left my make-up in disarray, since she hadn't given me permission to take it off. I refilled my cup of tea, and searched up something to watch, finally granted a bit of peace... Until Mistress wanted to use me again, of course.

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Punishment - 27/03/2024

I received my first proper punishment from my new Mistress, today. Until now, they had been tasks, or quick orders. This was the first session where I was punished for my behaviour. I've been acting out, recently... Touching without permission, occasionally skipping tasks, and bratting off to Mistress. The truth is Mistress decided to be lenient, and let me get away with breaking a rule. I took her mercy for granted, and got it in my head that meant I could get away with breaking more rules. I was wrong. I've been ordered to write up a public post about my punishment, and how I felt.

It started with Mistress ordering me to get my ball-gag, one that I'm still wearing as I type this up. This was followed by her rather forcibly pushing me into kittenspace, ordering me to meow through the gag, repeatedly... It was SO embarrassing >.< She kept sending me different meows, making me echo it back to her... Then she started talking, normally, again, while at that point I was so deep I just kept meowing at everything she said... I was ordered to get on the floor, and to roll over onto my back, to show submission. She lectured me... Told me that if I was a person, I wouldn't be meowing at her, and making those kinds of noises... She told me how confused I was, how I thought being a Human meant I was a person, and that I was wrong... She explained that I'm still a pet deep down, and that I need to be looked after, for my own good... I hissed at her, at one point, due to just how deep into kittenspace I was, which only proved her point. I felt so submissive, and obedient, and just... Good. It felt so good to be that deep, and I don't think anyone's ever gotten me like that before. I have this habit of humming when I'm happy, I roll a noise at the back of my throat... It's hard to explain, but, I've been told it sounds like purring. I ended up making that noise at her... I purred at her... a lot >.<

Then the real punishment began. I first had to undress, then had to go get my riding crop, and kneel in front of where my laptop was on the floor. She ordered me to hit my dick with it as hard as I could everytime she asked a question... I tried to protest, but, I wasn't allowed to speak. I don't really know if she misunderstood my meows, or if she just ignored it. After a couple of questions, I realised it wasn't working, regardless, and... hit it with the riding crop, twice. It hurt SO fucking much! I hate doing that. It's so difficult trying to get over my self-preservation, and since she ordered to hit as hard as I can, I ended up having to do it a couple of times per hit, or even more, just because my body kept trying to hold itself back at the last minute. I think she ended up asking me ten questions? Everytime I whipped, my body lunged forward, which put more pressure on my ankles underneath me, so by the end of the punishment, I was in so much pain! The moment she told me to drop the crop, I had to stop kneeling, I just couldn't take it. I don't know if it's because I rinsed my ball-gag beforehand, or if it was because I had to meow out-loud everytime I typed it, but... There was so much drool >.< I ended up struggling to type, at one point, because I ended up drooling on the mousepad... It's so humiliating...

I'm aware I'm probably not writing to my usual standard, my head's still a little fuzzy from the subspace. Plus, I have to type this up within an hour, so I might be rushing a little bit. The truth is... I'm just so happy to belong to Mistress! She kept calling me her kitten, and her pet, telling me how she needs to protect me from people, because I'm too submissive to stop them... She's right >.< This punishment has made me feel so... cared for, so submissive, and just... good... Mistress has shown me how much she cares. She wouldn't take time out of her busy schedule to punish me if she didn't care.

My dick's still sore from the whipping, the entire left side of it is just red at this point, and even though the punishment really hurt, and I hope I never have to do that again... I feel so owned, and it's a wonderful feeling.

I want to be a good Kitty for Mistress.

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Breath-taking

The squeaking of latex could be heard throughout the room, as I tested the strict confines of the smooth cocoon around me. Every inch of my body was held down, tight, under the press of the vacuum-sealed sheet covering my figure. The only part of me that was free was my head, only able to look down at my securely trapped body, barely unable to so much as move an inch. With the leather blindfold resting on the table nearby, I knew it was only a matter of time before this freedom was also taken from me. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand under my chin, lifting my head up, while a black ball-gag was pulled into my mouth, soon followed by the familiar sound of a buckle being tightened behind my head.

"We're going to play a little game... "

Mistress spoke as she finished setting the gag into place, before the sound was followed by her footsteps, and I saw her entering my peripheral, heading for the table where the blindfold rested nearby. I could hear the cruel mischief in her voice as she spoke, dreading the revelation of what her game would entail - In my experience, it was almost always some kind of cruel torment, or torture, befitting her usual sadism.

"I'm curious to see just how long you can hold your breath for, but I think you need some real motivation to really put it to the test... "

Again, the sound of futile struggling could be heard, my body tensing up from her words. Her use of breathplay terrified me, frankly, she always seemed to know the exact last second before my body gave in, and she often put it to the test. It was a terrifying thrill everytime, and my body shuddered at the mention. She would often tell me it was to "build trust", to prove she always knew exactly what I could take.

"So, you're going to hold your breath for as long as you can, and I'm going to watch."

Taking the blindfold from the table, she turned, and prowled towards me, with a cruel smirk on her face, and a sadistic glint in her eyes. She crouched down at the foot of the vac-bed, as she began crawling up across my body, her hand stroking up my body as she moved, eliciting a muffled moan from behind my lips. As she reached my torso, she pressed her body up against mine, a thigh against me, a hand roaming across my chest, and her mouth held just shy of mine, allowing me to feel her warm breath as she spoke.

"I'm going to touch myself, Pet. I'm going to get off to you, while you do your best to hold on for as long as you can... And, you better pray your cries turn me on enough to make me cum."

Mistress bit her lip as she spoke, making no secret of the arousal she felt at her own cruelty, and my helplessness to stop it. She eyed me like a meal on her plate, a prey for her to torment, a toy for her to use... It sent chills up my spine. After a few moments of her fondles, and groping, she finally pushed herself up, getting off the bed, and moving behind me. Darkness lowered across my vision, as the blindfold was pulled into place, buckled behind my head just as the gag was.

"You haven't earned the right to see me cum, today, Pet, so you'll just have to listen, and hope for the best."

Just then, I felt something come down across my head, tightly. My eyes went wide behind the leather concealing my vision, as I felt a plastic bag being pulled down to my neck, soon followed by the feeling of a belt being tightened around my neck. The sound of plastic from around me was joined by the sound of my body pulling helplessly at the latex across it, surprised by the sudden loss of fresh air. After finishing off with the belt, I heard her moving down beyond the bed, presumably taking a seat on the chair that I remember her placing in front of the vac-bed. Soon, I heard the familiar sounds of her gentle gasps, and moans, as I yearned to see her hand between her leg, only to be left with my imagination.

For a few moments, it was pleasant, in a while, hearing the slowly building pleasure of Mistress, as the reserves of air still held in the bag kept me comfortable. Soon, however, the air began to feel thin, just as she seemed to start really getting into it. As the air began to ran out, she picked up her pace, as though she was timing it with the heaving of my chest that began to get heavier, and heavier. It wasn't long before I was gasping, my body tense as I pulled against my firm prison, barely out of choice. I could practically feel time running out, my lunges desperately trying to pull in fresh oxygen that wasn't there, my body no longer moving out of choice, but instinct, desperately trying to pull free. I couldn't take it anymore, I tried to call out for Mistress, but all I could hear were her building moans, that seemed to only match the sounds that came from me. As I cried louder in agony, she cried louder in pleasure, her voice like a hammer that nailed in my hopelessness with every plea I made for mercy.

My lunges were burning, my body trembling, every limb of my body pulling, every muscle doing everything it could to pull me free of a confinement that just wouldn't budge. Even with the blindfold, I could feel my vision getting blurry, knowing that whatever world I could be seeing would be turning on its head, my head throwing itself from side to side from side to side, desperately trying to escape the plastic bag pinned around it. Each struggle took more, and more of my dwindling energy, but I couldn't stop it, even if I wanted to, my entire being held in sheer panic. As I felt losing the last of my strength, and the constant harrowing sound of latex squeaking at my violent thrashing under the sheer, I heard myself scream for help through the gag... Just as I heard Mistress screaming in ecstasy, taken over her edge. With the last of my consciousness, she was all I could think about, as I felt my head falling back...

The sound of panting hit me before I had even realised I was breathing again, fresh air flooding my lunges, and soothing the pain. I felt like the loud, desperate gasps for air could be heard for miles, but they eventually calmed into heavy breathing. Mistress held onto my trapped body, as I felt her hand stroking my hair, and her lips against my cheek, speaking to me between kisses.

"That's it, breath, you're okay. Such a good boy for me... "

Her words continued in a mix of praise, and reassurance, soothing me with her sweet whispers into my ear. The sheer relief of salvation brought tears to my eyes, causing me to gently sob under my restraints, knowing that if I wasn't trapped, I would be clinging to her with all I could. Instead, I focused on trying to regulating my breathing, and basking in my Mistress' presence. I trusted her above all else, and her mere aura was enough to comfort me, despite what I had just been through.

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Left at Home

My right cheek rested against her inner thigh, a thin coating of sweat felt against my skin, as i watched her heaving, from between her legs. "Good boy" she coo'd softly, as her hand gently brushed through my hair, instilling me with pride. Tight latex covered my body, and belts were wrapped around my arms, and legs. My forearms were kept pinned against my shoulders, and likewise my ankles to my thighs. In such bondage, I was forced to stay on all fours, using my elbows, and knees to traverse. As I did, the plug nestled firmly between my cheeks had the constant mild pull of a heavy tail hanging from it, matching the two Kitten ears placed on my head. All I could do was wait, patiently, as my Mistress enjoyed the afterglow of the orgasm I had given her... No, not given her - The orgasm that she had used me for.

After a few moments of this, she eventually reached to her side, taking a ball-gag. I didn't have permission to speak, and could only whine as she shushed me, while I remained still, obediently, allowing her to buckle it into place between my lips, despite my reluctance. I had hoped after she was done using me, she might let me out of my bondage. Still, I maintained hope, that perhaps she just wanted some peace and quiet. Suddenly, her right foot flew towards me, hitting me square on the shoulder, enough to push me over. My entire body flew back, landing onto the carpet. My first reaction was to try and use my hands to stabilise myself, only to instead feel the flailing of my bound arms, and legs. Without a word, she got up, and headed off to the bathroom.

With a great deal of struggling, I was eventually able to roll over from my position on the floor, with a groan. Gagged as I was, the only way to try to get out of my restraints was to follow her, and try to get her attention, in the hopes she might get the hint. Thus, I crawled after her, trying to reach up to her swift pace. Just as I got to the door, she threw it closed behind me. I looked up at the obstacle before me, the door handle that would have allowed me to easily open it, were my hands not tightly held in the confines of bondage mitts. Being reduced to helplessness by a mere door... The humiliation sent a thrill of pleasure up my spine, despite my annoyance.

Eventually, she had cleaned up, and opened the door. I stayed in front of it, trying to block her. Instead, she merely grabbed the ring on my collar, and pulled me to the side as she told me to "shoo". My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but, once she let go, and began walking off again, I still tried to follow her. Frankly, I had nothing to better to do. There was nothing I COULD do, bound as I was. Instead, I crawled after her to the bedroom. Just as I got there, the door closed, again. Frustrated, I pawed at the door with my arms, trying to call to her through it, but, it only came out as a loud whine, through the gag. This went on for quiet some time, before, eventually, I got the hint. Whimpering, I took up position by the door, waiting for her to finish.

Once the door opened, again, I was shocked. She was dressed to go out for the night, looking beautiful, and gorgeous, as she towered over me. The confusion on my face was addressed as she leant down, taking my chin in her hand, and tilting me to look up at her. "I'm going out for the night. Be good for me while I'm gone, okay, kitten?" Another whine escaped my lips.

"Now, now, you know I don't want to have to drag my pet with me everytime I go out. It's just me, and the girls. I'll be home, soon, okay?" She spoke down to me, and my frustration only grew. I didn't care she wanted to go out without me, no couple should feel obligated to be around each other 24/7, albeit I was a little irritated she hadn't told me, sooner. Really, though, all I wanted was to be let out of my bondage. Still, now that she was ready to go out, I'm sure she would free me.

With her other hand, she grabbed the ring on my collar, once more. With a hand on my chin, and another on my collar, she pulled me as high as I could go, as she leaned down, and placed a firm kiss on my cheek. I could tell from experience that her kiss left her lipstick on the side of my face, marking her territory, and reminding me that she loves me, whenever I caught my reflection. With that, she turned, and headed towards the door, grabbing her purse.

"I'll see you later tonight, Pet. Remember: Stay off the furniture."

Wait, she couldn't mean... I crawled after her, as quick as I can, but, on all fours, I wasn't fast enough to catch up to her brisk walking. Before leaving, she glanced back at me chasing after her, giggling "aww, my little Kitten is so eager to come with me. I'm afraid they wouldn't let you in the club like that, though. Don't worry, you'll get me all the yourself once I'm home. See you soon!"

No! I wanted to be let out of my bondage! I didn't care that she was leaving, I just wanted my freedom back. Instead, for the third time this evening, a door had been shut before me, this time the front to our home. I tried to call out from after her, through the gag, pawing at the exit. Instead, I heard the sound of her footsteps leaving, as I was left on my own. With a defeated whimper, I looked around the living room. As I was, there was nothing I could do. So, I made my way over to the sofa, where we had been sat before, and where the smell of her sweat still lightly lingered in the air, a small comfort to her absence. With nothing else to do, I curled up on the floor, next to the sofa, and waited for my owner to return.

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I didn't safeword

It started off somewhat innocently, at first. We talked a bit, shared some fantasies, eventually began sending pictures to each other. It wasn't long until we began talking about the idea of me submitting to her. I joked that she wouldn't be able to tame me, which would eventually be put to the test. She started pushing for more, not just asking for nudes, but demanding them. I just couldn't refuse her. One day, I received a message from her, a screenshot of the queue from her blog - It had all the pictures I had sent her lined up, ready to be sent at any moment. Along with it came an instruction that I was to send a video of myself fully naked, kneeling, swearing my devotion to her, "consenting" to slavery, and giving out all my personal details... Only then would she cancel the uploads. I could have used my safeword. Instead, I stripped naked, and set up to record.

Since then, much more has been demanded. I was required to send proof of my chastity, and to send her the keys. All of my free-time was spent training to be her perfect toy. Everyday I had exercises, routines, tasks, and orders to fulfil, some were simple exercises, others were practising with dildos, and all had to be recorded. Everyday, I was required to train, and condition myself to her exact standards. I didn't even know if she ever looked at half of the blackmail material I sent her, she simply warned me that if she ever listed a date, and I couldn't show proof that I had trained that day, she would expose me. The only way to avoid this was to beg for a punishment before she finds out.

Now, I spent my days as her personal porn. Forever locked in chastity, forced to perform on camera, having to follow strict rules, with harsh punishments. Her cruelty reigned over me, sometimes reducing me to tears from the sheer pain, and torments she puts me through. I spoke to everyone with "sir", "ma'am", or some other subservience. I accepted orders from strangers on my blog, just because she enjoyed seeing me used. I spent everyday serving her, pleasing her, suffering for her. Any defiance is met with extreme cruelty, any attempt to leave would have my life ruined. But, through it all, there was still one simple fact: I didn't use my safeword.

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Kink interrogations

Interrogations are so underrated. What's the best way to torment a sub than with their own ideas? Keep edging them over, and over, as they're tightly bound down, and tell them you'll only let them cum if they reveal a fantasy they've had you.

Pain always works too, of course. I love the idea of a sub being told to "think of new rules for yourself", then they just start getting whipped, over and over. For so long, they endure pain, before eventually they're spilling all the rules they secretly wish you'd give them, and giving you so many new ideas to use against them~

[slave-in-distress]

Long-Distance Slavery

After a day of work, I’ve finally make it home. I open up the door to the shared building, heading up to the front door of my flat, unlocking it. Before I head inside, I remove my clothes, including the scarf around my neck, stripping completely naked. I was only allowed to wear clothes in public, I wasn’t allowed back inside with them on, which caused me to thank my fortunes that my flat’s front door was indoors. Now, completely nude, I wore nothing, except for a thick leather collar around my neck, the matching cuffs around my wrists, ankles, and the chastity cage locked between my legs. If one paid close enough attention, they could also see the buttplug nestled between my cheeks, required to be kept in 24/7. I gather my clothes, and head inside, placing them down next to the door, shutting it, and locking it again. On a table near my door, a ball-gag awaited me, as I took it, placing it in my mouth – part of my “uniform” at home. I knelt on the floor, and took my phone, using it to take a selfie of me in said position. This picture was sent to my owner, with the message “Your slave is home, Mistress. How may I serve you?” That was how I greeted her everyday, after work, as per my rules. I was also required to call her “Mistress” with every reply to her, in order to constantly reinforce the fact I belong to her.

I settled down with a pot of tea, pouring myself a cup, as I relaxed in front of the TV, lucky enough to be allowed to remove my gag when eating, and drinking, as long as I behaved. Soon enough, an hour passes. Putting down the cup, I head out to my bag of “toys”, collecting two dildos. I set up my phone, with the camera on record, as I take position in front of it. I head onto Pornhub, looking up handjob videos, and clicking one of the first videos that pop up. As the video plays, I begin stroking the dildo along to it, as part of my daily tasks. For 20 minutes, I try my best to copy the exact patterns, stroking, and speed. After that, I look up blowjob videos, clicking another one. Now, I put my mouth to work, sucking the same dildo along to the video, making sure to hold it down my throat, when the lass in the video is forced to throat his. I lick, kiss, and suck along, again for 20 minutes. Finally, I look up anal videos. For the last third of the hour, I use the other dildo to fuck my ass, pounding myself long as I watch, moaning as I’m forced to train my hole. This routine is required everyday, to train, and condition me, to be the perfect slut, to be able to fuck, and please whoever, however I can.

I save the video with today’s date. My Mistress sometimes sends me a random date, and I have to find the corresponding recording for it, or face punishment. It was a way of ensuring I had constant evidence for my daily tasks, my Mistress constantly meticulous with ensuring I obey her every word. Eventually, I head to bed, locking a chain between my ankle cuffs, and another for the cuffs on my wrists, and finally buckling the gag into place, as I drift to sleep, dreaming of my Mistress.

[slave-in-distress]

Gaslight my pleasure away

Tell me how much more you prefer me when I'm denied, that I'm more fun when I don't cum, that I have a better personality, and, that our friends prefer having me around. Talk about how much "better" I've been since you started denying me, how it makes you like me more, that you wouldn't want to be around me as much if I wasn't denied.

Comment on how much it turns you on to deny me, how you fantasise about never letting me cum again, ask me whether my pleasure is more important than your entertainment. Always remind me that you prefer me being pent up, and horny. Make random remarks about how glad you are I don't get to cum anymore.

Offer to let me cum only if I write a 800 word essay on why orgasms are bad for me, so I spend all day trying to write about why I shouldn't get to cum. Read it, then tell me I've "convinced" you to take away the orgasm you offered.

Make me recite mantras about how bad orgasms are for me, that I get enough pleasure from serving, and being used. Order me to repeat "slaves don't cum" while I edge, or fuck myself. Tell me that getting pegged, and throat-fucked feels just as good as an orgasm, and that I'm just exaggerating how good it used to feel due to nostalgia.

Train me to never even mention my own pleasure, ban me from asking about, or even mentioning the possibility of me having an orgasm. Ask me if I want to cum, then punish me if I say "yes", for being selfish, instead of spending my time on you.

Don't ever let me out of chastity unless it's to hurt me. Ask me if I want to spend an hour out of it, only to spend that entire hour whipping my cock until I'm crying, and begging to be locked up again. Rinse and repeat until my answer to being let out of chastity becomes "No."

Mention how the thought that I only submit to you to earn an orgasm makes you "uncomfortable", and, that you'd feel so much better if I promised never to cum again. Make me jump through hoops, and bend over backwards in convincing you that I don't want to cum. Make sure that I never accept an offer for an orgasm, no matter how desperate I am, just out of sheer terror of what you'll do to me.

Gaslight, manipulate, and condition me into never wanting to have an orgasm again... Just so you can force one out of me, and, do this all over again~

[slave-in-distress]

Porn Quotas

I write about these a lot, because, I feel like they're never discussed, yet, also kinda essential? The only downside of chastity is the slave can't keep getting edged to constant frustration. A good way to keep them needy, and horny, is to require them to wait a certain amount of porn everyday. Having to sit there, leaking in their chastity, as they watch others fuck, play, and getting pleasure, while the sub is just denied~

You could even dictate what kind of porn they're allowed to watch. Randomly tell a sub they have to watch an hour of vanilla porn, just so they get to see others getting what they can't have, making them miss the kind of sex that's now kept locked away from them. You could even use it for discipline - Got a jealous sub who you need to punish? Tell them they're only allowed to watch cuck porn for the next 24 hours, making them jealous even in their fantasies.

I'm just obsessed with the idea of a sub being forced to spend time watching media that will only end up frustrating them, and turning them on~

[slave-in-distress]

Titles

I just love it when owners are really strict with the way their pets speak, requiring they use their title every single reply, with extremely harsh punishments if I forget. Every opinion, observation, thought, idea, or whatever that I voice into the world will be accompanied with a reminder that I am someone else's property. Never being allowed to talk without constantly showing respect to my superiors who have so generously given my permission to talk in the first place, instead of gagging me~

They could even extend it to my general manners, requiring me to address everyone by "sir", "ma'am", or another appropriate title. Every time someone hears me speak, it comes with the encouragement to see me as subservient, and, as a way of subtly showing respect to those who are free, and, not just slaves.