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Cages are hot. Confine me. Reduce me. Shrink my world to just a few square feet. Turn my entire reality into rigid, unforgiving steel.
Cages arenāt designed for comfort, which is perfect because I donāt deserve any. Iām reduced to just posture and breath. Knees bent, back curved. I can feel every strain and muscle tense. I know Iāll only grow more sore, and yet there is nothing I can do about it.
Cages are for storage. They are used to contain things. Iām your possession and I should be treated the same as other objects you own. Put away when not in use.
Cages are confining but also donāt let me escape my own thoughts. Especially if Iām left there ignored. I donāt know when the door will open. I donāt know if anyone is monitoring me. I donāt know how long Iāll be left there. It makes me fixate on you, on trying to hear every footstep and movement.
Cages can reinforce whose pleasure is actually important. Sit within ear shot of me and watch porn loudly on your phone. Let me hear everything, the porn actors, your own moans. Let me hear everyone but me get off.
Cages are good for me. Make me grateful that you value me enough to store me in one. Make me thankful for having my own tiny place to exist for you.
Why I should only receive pleasure in chastity:
Edging, while locked up, makes me so incredibly subby and needy. It makes me malleable and it makes me crave the control you have over me.
I donāt edge regularly much at all, and doing so in the cage reinforces that I should stay locked. It helps begin to rewire how I should receive any pleasure.
Itās humiliating because Iāll get very drippy, and you like it when I have to clean up with my mouth.
Itās a holistic way to consistently remind me that Iām lower, and that my pleasure should always involve complications. Objects donāt receive pleasure like normal people.
It reinforces my lack of autonomy. My brain gets mushier, and my ability to think for myself decreases. It makes me dependent on you, and your control.
ok girls lets do this 2gether
this week we should all say im just a girl! 2 lyk at least 1 Man irl evrry day
comment or reblog 2 let evrry1 know how ur doing š
Hi, i've discovered your profile and many similiar ones as well. The things y'all post actually turns me on and makes me really wet.. i want to dive deeper into this and get like really depraved but it feels kind of embarrassing to me and i would really like to get rid of this shame i'm feeling, since i've always been a feminist (maybe i'm not anymore??). Do you have any tips? šš
I was the same way!! honestly watching lots of porn helped get rid of the shame for some reason, I was more focused on being addicted to dick than being ashamed lol
just know youāre on the right path and we support you!!!
Yeah, just focus on serving cock and keep yourself wet and looking sexi and is gonna be like sooo easy š„°š
š§ŖāØ Bimbo Science #2: Why makeup replaces braincells š
ok so like when you put on makeup⦠itās not just makeup itās, like, magic?? š š
every swipe of lip gloss deletes a thought every coat of mascara melts a memory š§ š« and when you do your full face?? by the time you blend your highlighter, your brainās already halfway gone āØšµāš«
cuz thereās only so much space in your head, right? so itās either smart stuff or pretty stuff and ummm duh?? pretty always wins šso if you ever feel like you're forgetting things while doing your makeup⦠congrats bimbo!! itās working š
š§ŖāØ Bimbo Science #11: Why āgood girlā melts your brain š
okay sooo like when someone calls me āgood girlā⦠i literally shiver š„ŗš
my brain goes all warm and floaty my knees get wobbly and suddenly iām just nodding and smiling and doing whatever they say šµāš«āØ
itās not just cute, itās science š saying āgood girlā triggers like⦠brain chemicals or hormones or dopamine or⦠idk, some smart stuff š but it works
one āgood girlā = 10 IQ points gone š two āgood girlās = soaked panties š¦ three in a row?? iām drooling and calling them daddy automatically š
so if i act extra needy when you praise me itās not a coincidence itās cause my brain is programmed to melt when i hear it š
being a good girl feels soooo much better than being a smart one š
š§Ŗš Bimbo Science #13: Why Bimbos Have to Obey Men š
Ā have you ever noticed how hard it is to say no when a man tells you what to do?? š„ŗ like your brain just stops working and your body goes all soft and tingly???
thatās not weakness, babe. thatās ⨠bimbo brain wiring āØ
when a bimbo hears a deep voice say ābe good,ā her thoughts slow down. her legs press together. her whole body goes: āyes Sir š„ŗā
š§ real sciencey explanation? bimbo brains are trained to prioritize male authority. it's like a shortcutāno thinking, just obedience š
and honestly?? thinking is hard. obeying is easy. and good girls get praised, petted, and filled ššso yeah, bimbos obey men not because theyāre weak but because it makes them useful, pretty, and desperate. and thatās like⦠way better than being smart anyway š
š§Ŗš Bimbo Science #15: How Being Useful Replaces the Need for Dignity š
sooo like at first, you might feel shy when people watch you obey. when they touch. use. take. when your thighs are open and your brain is not.
you might blush. whimper. feel a lil⦠ashamed. š„ŗ
but then something magical happensā
š” your brain stops asking: ādo i look okay?ā and starts whispering: āam i being useful?ā āam i making Him proud?ā ācan i be used more?ā
š§ ⨠the sciencey part? when a bimbo focuses on service over self-image, her ego melts. and her usefulness becomes her identity. š
every time you kneel, obey, get praisedā your need for dignity gets replaced with something better: purpose. pleasure. praise.
dignity says ācover up.ā obedience says āopen wider.ā being useful says āi donāt care how i look, as long as iām making Him happy.ā
and letās be honestā being owned, touched, filled, used? feels so much better than being proud ever did š®š
Say it louder, slut - Her
His hand is tight in my hair.
i can barely think.
iām leaking down my thighs, moaning, face flushed ā and He hasnāt even fucked me yet.
āSay it,ā He growls.
i try. i really do. my lips part, but my voice trembles.
āiāmā¦ā
i swallow hard.
āiām Your little sāslutā¦ā
slap.
āLouder.ā
i whimper. i feel the heat between my legs throb.
i say it again. He thrusts His fingers deeper, and the sound that leaves my mouth is somewhere between a gasp and a sob.
āiām Your slut!ā
but itās not enough. not for Him.
He says it again, slower this time.
āSay it louder, slut. Show Me how badly you need this.ā
and every time i repeat it, something inside me melts.
my voice gets shakier, but louder and certain.
my hips start grinding on their own.
i stop thinking about how pathetic i sound⦠and start craving the next time He makes me say it.
āiām Your slut.ā
āiām Your little hole.ā
āiām just a toy.ā
āiām nothing without Your cock.ā
over and over. until the words stop feeling dirtyā¦
and start feeling true.
He spits in my mouth and makes me say it again.
and again.
and again.
until iām moaning it through tears, soaked and trembling, with nothing left but the words He gave me.
and when i cum, screaming it one last time, i knowā
itās not just something i say anymore.
itās what i am.
Say it louder, slut - Him
she tried to act defiant at first.
she was trembling, but acted like she still had control.
But i saw the way she twitched when i grabbed her hair.
The way her breath hitched when i said it the first time:
āSay it. Louder.ā
she whimpered something pathetic. Barely a whisper.
I slapped her face just hard enough to make her flinch.
Not to punish her ā to remind her.
she looked up at Me with those wet, ruined eyes.
And thatās when it started.
āiām Your slut.ā
It was shaky. Unconvincing.
But I didnāt need it perfect. I needed it honest.
So I made her say it again.
And again.
And again.
Every repetition stripped something from her.
her shame.
her pride.
her identity.
Until she was Mine.
Not just in body ā in voice, in thought, in instinct.
she moaned it between sobs.
Said it louder through the tears.
And when her voice broke, her cunt dripped.
she started needing to say it.
Like the words were the only thing keeping her together while I pulled her apart.
āiām Your toy.ā
āiām nothing without You.ā
āi was made for this.ā
āiām just a dumb little slut.ā
Fuck.
She didnāt even realize how far gone she was.
Didnāt notice how her pussy clenched every time the word slut left her mouth.
Didnāt see how empty her eyes were getting ā how perfect that was.
When she finally screamed it mid-orgasm, her whole body shaking, I smiled.
Because I hadnāt just made her say it.
Iād made her believe it.
And now?
sheāll never be anything else again.
š You aren't special
Letās get something straight:
You're not hard to break because youāre strong.
Ā You're hard to break because youāre still clinging to the idea that you matter.
You think you're some kind of unique challenge?
Ā Youāre not.
Ā Youāre just another girl who got off to the idea of being ruined.
Ā And now you're here, asking to be erased, begging to be nothing.
You think that makes you powerful?
It makes you deliciously pathetic.
You read collapse loops and degrading threats like theyāre bedtime stories.
Ā You edge to scripts like theyāre love letters.
But deep down?
Ā You know this isnāt play.
Ā You donāt want to pretend to be dumb.
Ā You want someone to make you that way.
To laugh while they peel your thoughts off one by one
Ā and feed them back to you as trigger phrases.
You donāt want to feel owned.
Ā You want to be limitlessly owned.
No choices. No will. No personality. Just reactions. Just rituals. Just that dumb, pouty mouth whispering your favorite phrases between moans and orders.
And the worst part?
Youāre not special for wanting this.
Ā Youāre not even rare.
You're just next.
His princess
He calls me princess.
every morning, every nightā
when He dresses me in soft fabrics, feeds me fruits from His fingers, kisses my nose like iām the most precious thing in the world.
and i am.
iām pampered, adored and spoiled rotten.
but even princesses kneel for their King.
when He says ādown,ā
i drop.
when He says āopen,ā
i do.
and when He says āmine,ā
i donāt just agreeāi feel it.
because the collar around my neck isnāt just jeweled for show.
itās locked. Permanent. A symbol of ownership.
and the crown He puts on my head?
itās only there because He allows it.
iām His favorite.
His treasure.
His little royal thing.
but even spoiled, iām still a toy.
still a girl on her knees, lips parted, thighs soaked, waiting for His next command.
because the truth isā
iām not the one in charge.
i never was.
and thatās exactly why i love being His princess.
š bimbo trance mantra š
read slowly⦠breathe in pink⦠breathe out thoughtsā¦
i am a silly little bimbo i am a silly little bimbo i am a silly little bimbo
let the words sink⦠deeper⦠deeper⦠my mind is soft pink fog my mind is soft pink fog my mind is soft pink fog
every āsillyā makes me dumber every ,ābimboā makes me wetter, every repeat makes me more blank
i donāt think i donāt think i donāt think
i giggle, i drip, i obey
Cock is my only thought Cock is my only thought Cock is my only thought
pretty pink doll pretty pink doll pretty pink doll
no big words no big words no big words
just giggle, obey and say ''yes Master''
good girls edge good girls edge good girls edge
good girls stay dumb good girls stay dumb good girls stay dumb
i am a good girl i am a good girl i am a good girl
keep reading⦠slower⦠let your eyes glaze let your thighs squeeze let your brain leak out between your legs
repeat after me until you forget your name š
i am a silly little bimbo i am a silly little bimbo i am a silly little bimbo
The Epic Journey of a Denial Submissive
In the course of my studies into the psychology of orgasm control, denial, and edging, I've noticed an interesting detail ā it seems to me that submissives almost universally go through the same archetypal phases:
She¹ will set out with some intention of her own ā very often with the intention of heightening her own pleasure, or sometimes of being good enough as a sexual partner. At this stage, some experimentation with edging² can be seen, but without an underlying philosophy.
She will be called upon to more frequently control or be denied her orgasms, for example by a Dominant³ or a submissive peer.
The call is initially refused, frequently using spurious feminist argumentsā“. She struggles with basic impulse control during this phase and may be openly disobedient.
She receives technological assistance in the form of Internet pornography, books, and long-form television and film. These might directly reference orgasm denial, or more generic themes such as yearningāµ. She also may gain helpers and mentors during this time who encourage her to extend her denial.
Tragically, she develops a sense of strength and pride from her capacity for denial. Perfectionistic tendencies are common at this stageā¶.
She enters the abyss, perhaps at the same time as her encounter with the Goddess. She truly recognises her Dominant partner's superiority, the irrelevancy of her own sexual pleasure, and accepts that she can no longer be rewarded with orgasm or pleasure at all.
She undergoes a transformationā· and embraces pure suffering, without hope of release. This may be accompanied by a transference of primary sexual functionāø.
She begins the long process of atonement for her former life of unrestricted sexual gratification. This phase is often accompanied by feelings of depression and regret.
She returns to the stable foundation of a secure relationship. She often at this time will receive the Gift of the Goddess; typically a symbolic chastity belt, vaginal plug, or other adornment for long term wear. She no longer hopes for pleasure nor feels shame for her desire; she realises that she is accepted, controlled, and feels the safety to flourishā¹.
My hope is that this work can prove instructive for others in the field, and show a way forward for denial submissives who, though their enthusiasm is undoubted, have yet to complete their journey.
¹ The current work is concerned primarily with lesbian and bisexual women; its applicability to other populations is a matter for further study, although the scholarly consensus is that the male orgasm is of far lesser significance. ² Outside of the dominance and submission disciplines, observations have been made of women choosing to edge for the sole purpose of having a more intense eventual orgasm. The practice is even discussed in mainstream women's magazines, but is likely indicative of disorder. ³ The authors take the view that Dominant should be capitalised, and is strongly preferred to Domme. ⓠThe authors note with amusement that the submissive will often fail to recognise at this point that she is in a lesbian relationship. ⵠThe length and variety of content are of particular importance, as we have found that submissives will extend their edging sessions significantly in order to continue engaging with their chosen media. ⶠPerfectionism in this case should be seen as a resistance to (rather than an expression of) submission and/or the Dominant's influence. ⷠThe authors note with regret that some Dominants prefer to delay this phase, using hope as a tool to continue shaping the submissive to her preferences. ⸠Oral-only is strongly recommended by all reputable sources. ⹠It is common at this time for the submissive to gain the capacity for orgasm via oral stimulation (see note 8). Though amusing, this too should be controlled if the submissive's fulfilment is a priority.
Why Iām thankful for chastity:
It completely changes my daily routines. How I sleep, how I shower, how I use the restroom, even how I dress. It makes me aware of the time and care you take to intimately control me.
It makes my brain so much more willing to serve and please. Submission becomes the default vs an active choice.
It allows me to be the most sexually useful I can be, by forcing me to disregard my pleasure. Your pleasure is my pleasure.
It places you as the overwhelming priority. My purpose becomes to help you in as many ways as I can.
It makes me enamored with you, and everything you do. So much fulfillment comes from your successes, your pleasure, your accomplishments. It makes me incredibly thankful to be allowed to share it with you.