#forced domestication

[licentious-treasure]

god I seriously need a forced intimacy like tag that actually is about intimacy like no, I’m not looking for “haha what if I put a knife to your throat” that’s not fucking intimacy, I want slowburn, I want “oh no you’re too fragile” I want the “I kidnapped you because I need to take care of you” sitting down your kidnapping victim and gently brushing their teeth. Of bathing your victim not just because horny but also taking deep deep care to ensure they stay clean and healthy, drugging someone because they get so anxious and they’re happier high out of their mind as you pet their head and coo. The point is intimacy, caretaking, softness, in a situation where it cannot be resisted and would normally be dangerous, breaking someone through positive reinforcement, violence should be sparse, potentially teased, but never the focus, the focus should be doing intimate acts, genuinely intimate acts beyond just sex, hairwashing, dressing, hand feeding, comforting, wiping away tears, intimacy!!!

the fantasy is about being taken care of in a way where you have no choice in the manner so you don’t feel bad about it. So there’s no shame in wanting to be pampered because it’s not your fault. Psychological intimacy, not just physical closeness, it’s about feeling cared about, like you are safe in an objectively unsafe situation, the juxtaposition of endless affection with being locked in someone’s attic, the idea someone saw you and wanted to make you happy, saw your depressed ass and wanted to bathe you, to care for you, to make you feel special, even if you try and struggle away, you will be made to feel good, and soft, and loved, and that is a threat.

I need more content like that, that juxtaposition between gentle love and gentle horror, but it’s so hard to find because I swear like half of nsft tumblr has no tagging manners and will tag into every single horny tag they know for literally anything even mildly lewd or a selfie. Hell I don’t even mind if it goes darker places I just want that atmosphere of “this is for your own good, I love you, you don’t get to stop being loved, you don’t need to struggle, I made the straps extra soft just for you.” I need to feel like my horror monster genuinely loves me, cherishes me, even if it’s in terrible ways, I can’t stand feeling disposable.

[mango-ravioli]

HEAR ME OUT.

Hand mitts. You put them on me and just absolutely dote over me. Give me the definition of powerless but absolutely doted upon. A golden cage or whatever. Like yeah I'm getting a massage but I'm chained to the table. You're brushing my hair but my legs are strapped to the chair legs. You feed me my favourite food but I'm wearing a straitjacket. You're cuddling me to sleep but I have hand mitts on. Awhh

Bonus points if there's like three people doing that to me and each is more condescending than the other. Give me that "yeah, sure pretty stuff, whatever you say" when I talk about doing something by myself or trying to leave.

[bee-ffini]

AH THEY DRUGGED US! WE need to override the reactor... we need to do it... now... I'm just gonna... lay here... do that... I guess...

OH NOW YOU'RE PUTTING THE RESPONSIBILITY ON ME NOW! GET a hole of yourself before... before... we get scraped... I need to... override... eh... not now...

*The two slowly slump down near the inner walls of the mech, as they still try to foght the effects of the class Es to no avail*

It's been so long since I felt... relaxed?...

... we need to continue... our friend...

*the two slowly doze into this relaxed state, their minds slowly stop fighting, as the mech's autopilot systems active, but due to how the mech is immobile from the vines, it was useless*

Curse you, you over grown stum...

*even their resist insults can't fully make it out of their mouths*

(sorry for late response. Been busy) *the vines finally manage to find the button to open up the cockpit, revealing the two sophonts inside. Slowly, they wrap around them, and additional vines sting them and dose them with class Z's* You look about as cute as you sound darlings >w< I'll make sure to keep you safe and sound for the long haul petals~ Just relax, sleep, have good dreams~ @ w @ Good Petals~ Happy Petals~ The affini love you very much UwU You will be cared for~ *Holds them close to my fur* You will be loved~ *Wraps them with my Beeple Paws* Lets take you both to the domestication center, Florets~ *Deactivates the power on their mech, and wanders off to the domestication center to give two more Sophonts a happy ending*

[mango-ravioli]

i wake up tied up in a dark basement and then you affirm my gender and keep me safe

[mango-ravioli]

Being kept with another sub in a domestic typa setting. Only getting to wear matching stuff, and maybe getting prepped up all pretty with them for a thing after the dom returns home from work.This isn't even about the nsft part I just like the idea of being tied to someone else with ribbons and being just as powerless as them. If I get a gift so do they, and we sleep in the same bed and wear the same type of collar.. having to sit there for hours just being in your place while you cannot do anything about it. That seems fun

[mango-ravioli]

we meet up

It's a cute restaurant in a far corner of the world, at least from where I'm from.

I dressed up pretty, like you do for a blind date. Good first impression, I suppose.

I sit down, we greet eachother, and order a bigger dish to share.

You notice the way I'm holding my chopsticks and I tell you that I tend to hold things unusually. Pen, fork, anything. You say it's interesting

You notice the way I tend to look like I'm constantly watching what I say and how I smile, as if I'm trying to look a bit different than I naturally do.

So, you continue talking, hoping to get to know more.

I give you my @ on few social media. You scroll a while back. You see my pride posts, and stuff about transphobia in my hometown.

you ask about it.

I brush it off, saying that it was a phase, I'm not a weirdo anymore, I'm a cis girl. There's no way I could pass anyways.

you see my Alterhuman posts, but you don't comment.

I already think that the date will be over, I was feeling heavily insecure before going out, but now it just grew.

To make the atmosphere better, you ask, why did I come here

I say, to start a new life and see the world.

You agree, the nature here is actually amazing.

You offer to order a drink for me.

I agree, and totally did not see when you spike it.

I notice only after we go into the parking lot, and you offer to drive me to your place, since it's closer.

I cannot refuse as my mind clouds and my eyelids grow heavy.

I wake up in a different place, it seems to be like the old regional houses I saw in the city before. I'm laying on a bed, and you're sitting close.

The door is slightly open, and the fresh, warm wind is blowing in, caressing my face.

You smile, and ask if I'm feeling better.

I realise what happened, and immediately sit up, my head still hurting and looking for an escape.

You don't do anything, letting me jet for the door, but when I slide it open a bit more, I just see the absolute absence of any civilisation nearby.

I stand in the door, as the mountains open up before me, just after the balcony.

You come and pat me on the shoulder. It's alright, you say.

"I know you wanted just something like that"

You pull me into a hug from behind, and I can just feel the panic setting in.

A few days pass, and I discover that there's no factual way of getting out of here. There's no service even if I had my phone on me. The only person who has access to tech is you with your starlink connected laptop.

As I'm eating the (weirdly delicious) dinner you made, you creep up behind me, and just talk, making me stop in my tracks.

"I know youre not what you're trying to be"

You raise my chin, making me look at you with wide eyes.

"and I don't mind that"

You pet my head and leave the room. I'm left confused.

A few more days later,

You hand me my new clothes, as I put them on, I notice that they are cut for a guy.

When I ask about it, you just place the small container of testosterone on the table.

I gulp. I couldn't ever get my hands on that before, how did you do it?

After a few months, I notice that you really don't mind me being me. I discover that you've been wishing to take care of me for a while. You were overjoyed when I actually came here. That's why you know all my favourite dishes, my pronouns, my love for the nature, and the fact that I'm not as human as I may seem. You don't mind that at all.

[mango-ravioli]

it would be nice to be put away for the night or something except I'm slightly drugged and my dom is putting so extra unnecessary care into how secure I am. Only hand mitts? Oh fuck no that won't do what if you manage to free yourself? You belong to me? And of course they cannot allow me to be so unsecured down there so I get sounding and a cage on top of it. I get put in a full body straitjacket and they secure it with tons of straps that didn't have to be there. And then I get a gag and a blindfold. Then, they get me on the softest bed I have ever been on and kiss my forehead goodnight, only to walk out of my room, locking all the 26 locks on the door and then locking the basement door even more. And then the front door even more. Just in case

[mango-ravioli]

fellas have we ever thought of microchipping?

That has so much potential.....

Like imagine being so cared about that someone has to see where you're at all the time. Not even in the controlling way, just as a save measure. You can go anywhere you want and be 100% sure that the love of your life can come and get you if it's raining, or just join you at any point in your day. That's so romantic actually