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Some utility pole hashira with my Ash @giveherswords ❤️
✨️tying her down in the summer sun to give her bondage tan lines ☀️ that way she'll carry the memory with her until it fades✨️
✨️going with her to a tanning salon and bounding her up like a summer pig roast for the tanning bed☀️ sitting back and watching as she tries to wiggle away✨️
Cocktail
"Come here, pet."
Every hour or so, I call you over. You're understandably nervous as I pull you in by your collar and tilt your chin up. I pause for just long enough to bypass the period in which an expectation might be formed, before slapping you sharply while smiling softly. You blush and squirm, whimpering a little as I continue to hit you, over and over. The last time I did this I patted your hair and told you what a good girl you were, but it was impossible to predict whether it would be praise or pain.
"You've been very fidgety today." Slap. Slap. "You made a lot of noise while doing the dishes earlier." Slap. Slap. Slap. "Your makeup isn't dark enough." Slap. Slap. Little bits of criticism, interspersed with a random number of strikes. Tears sparkle in your beautiful eyes.
"I-I'm s-... so s-sorry, M-... Master." I've been steadily picking apart your every flaw for a week now, every tiny thing that doesn't please me as much as it could. But there isn't enough time for anxiety and depression to kick in, because your body is busy focusing on the pain and humiliation. A thousand tiny pinpricks smoothed over with corporal punishment.
"I forgive you, my love. I know how badly you want to be a good little girl for me, how you want to be the best you can be. That's why I have to do this. Do you understand?" My voice is tender and gentle, in spite of the physical and emotional suffering I inflict upon you. Words of silk and a hand of iron, lovingly and patiently devastating your mind. You're gripping my shirt now, sobbing gently, but I don't let you move your head away from my hand. I care too much to let you go.
You're beyond words now, your brain a cocktail of hormones, completely overwhelming reason and control. I finally stop, and pull you into a hug so tight you can scarcely breathe - or is that the hormones? You don't care, because you're burrowing into my chest, broken and pathetic. Just the way I like you. I stroke your hair softly and kiss you gently on the forehead, whispering sweet nothings about what a good little girl you are, how important this is for you.
By providing this constant stream of discipline, you always feel a deep sense of care and structure. A daily rollercoaster of emotions that renders you insensible to anything else. You can't think beyond the next session, and since that's only (roughly) an hour away, you're incapable of worrying about tomorrow. I keep you busy with tasks and chores, and you're so present in the moment that you experience a calmness you've never known.
"Down on your knees, pet. You've earned a reward." You scramble to comply with the order at the same time as you grapple with my trousers, your whole brain suddenly kicked into overdrive at the prospect of sexual intimacy. I smirk down at you, my sweet little slavegirl, and stroke your hair as you begin worshipping my cock. You're never so eager to please as you are just after a good, firm episode of discipline.
missionary but there’s a towel over my face and you keep pouring ice-cold water over it so my whole body spasms around your dick in my panic as i struggle and fail to take in another breath
by Ellen von Unwerth
hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.
(no beers in) does anyone wanna keep me as their house pet forever
everybody is a dom masc top until its time for scritchies then you're just a good boy
You're gonna smoke your cigars and call me "boy" in your big daddy harness with your big daddy voice but now that im in control your leg won't stop moving. whore.
do u guys think there are angels protecting the people your evil ex dates after you?
im not a furry but that is only because i'm whatever this thing is
Reblog to let me sniff your armpits. Just a little sniff I swear. I promise I'm won't shove my face into your pits as soon as I have access. I can be trusted to take just a small little wiff of your girl smell :3
getting older is funny. i've circled back around to highly stylized eyeliner and severe queer hyperfemininity now that i don't deal with horrible dysphoria and shame. my long pointy ass press ons are one of the most important parts of my daily self expression to me. i am so very femme. how beautiful to feel joy and power in my self expression as a trans person in times like these.
okay i'm normal now. i'm going back to posting about consensually abusive lesbian sex