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this thing is insane. it is a miscellaneous changeling. it is plural, but represented here is the thing that belongs to TNEMM and they call it 'Ours'. it is the founder and organiser of tnemm, and has built a wonderful collection of girls across the north of england.
it is a fae creature that is a maid, doll, and kitty. M1SC is a drone. this thing is submissive. kink is its special interest. this thing is an excellent plaything, subject, victim, pet, whore, and toy. it is kink positive and positive about kink. it yearns to be a good girl, an obedient girl, and completely submissive. this thing is also trans, queer, autistic, ADHD, poly, and non-human. it is a trans woman, it has a neo-cunt. it is also, regrettably, british.
it enjoys lots of things. its biggest kink is submission, but it enjoys hypnokink, bondage, masochism, petplay, degredation, praise, caregiving, chastity, and cnc. it yearns for subspace, sensory play, and to worship and obey other hot girls. it loves kink in its entirety!
it is not playing pretend. this thing lives in kink. it loves kink. it talks about kink all the time. it writes about kink. it does kink. it writes about theory, practice, and community. it engages with fantasy and where it meet reality. it posts about the things it gets up to, and the play it has enjoyed, and reblogs what it finds hot. because it's a trans woman, there's gonna be a few posts about transfeminism in there too: if you can't respect trans women there's nothing for you here.
it loves getting asks, tasks, and everything in between!
keep this thing in chastity with its chastity fundraiser! £5 puts it in chastity for 1 day!
you can send it anonymous praise too - pleasepraise.me/miscling
it has a throne wishlist and you can give it money directly with paypal!
below the cut, you can read about its limits and boundaries.
Limits and boundaries:
this thing is poly, it has a nest partner, it has multiple play partners, it is not looking for anything monogamous or exclusive.
it does not like misogyny, transphobia, transmisogyny, racism, nationalism, or bigotry. this applies to kink as well. before any negotiated dynamic, we are equal.
this thing wants to be owned and wants to belong to others, it is submissive by default, but it is not yours until it gives itself to you. don't use possessive language when talking to it without expressed consent.
it enjoys hard kinks, but this toy must be treated with care and respect. if you can't look after this toy, you can't play with it.
it holds consent as the baseline for any engagement of kink and must be respected. consent can be revoked at any time for any reason, by anyone involved.
It was getting pretty late, so she'd changed into something more comfortable to see out the rest of the day, when a knock came at the door.
'Who's knocking this late?' she thought to herself, but didn't think that maybe opening the door was a bad idea. As soon as it was open even a crack, it slammed open on her, a piece of thick tape quickly covering her mouth. Before she could react, a second piece joined it and quick hands pulled her arms behind her back.
'Stop struggling. You asked for this, remember? All those posts on tumblr saying how much you wanted this, needed this, craved this.'
His words dug into her mind. Of course it was someone who followed her, but she couldn't figure out how he'd found her. Maybe she wasn't careful enough about her constant stream of kinkposting, or something in her pictures clued him in. Either way, she was in trouble. He flipped her around, pushing her against the wall. One hand kept her wrists together while the tape found its way around them.
'Now, I can't have you seeing me,' he said. He held her against the wall while he pulled a scarf from a hanger, quickly tying it around her head. 'That's better,' he said, pulling a mask off, his voice growing clearer. 'Inside.'
She couldn't resist the order. She had asked for this, she did want it. Once inside, he pushed her down to her knees, then sat her back to tape up her legs. Though her mind screamed at her to kick and break free, she didn't even try.
'Good girl,' he said, quickly finishing the job. 'Almost too easy,' he added, making a small dissatisfied noise.
All she could do was squirm on the floor, making pathetic whimpering noises as his hands found her cunt.
'So you weren't lying for attention, then?' he asked her, leaving her to mumble a response from behind the tape. 'Where's your phone?' he asked, but she could hear him clicking with her mouse at the computer. 'Where are your pictures?'
She wriggled on the floor. There was nothing she could do to stop him, not even when he pushed her thumb into her phone to unlock it.
'Wow,' he said. 'That is a lot of pictures... do you just send them to anyone who asks? How many people have your shown your tits to?'
She didn't want to answer that, choosing to stay silent to avoid the humiliation. A flush came to her cheeks as a recording began to play from her phone. One of many from her many edging sessions.
'Oh,' he said, his smile clear in his voice. 'I can work with this, and by the sound of it, your magic wand, too, now where do you keep it?' he asked, his footsteps moving around her home. 'The bedroom, obviously.'
There was little she could do, taped up and left on the floor as he walked upstairs, caught with only the hope that he'd be as rough as she needed...
These pictures were taken after a privately sent Ask Task, and the short story written by me for my own amusement and for those of you who enjoy stories just like it! ^^
It had been months in the planning. I had thought it was meant for me. I wanted it to be for me. Everything I wanted: an orgasmic death, a memorable end, a loving send-off, a fitting memorial… it wasn’t for me. It was for Her. We’d planned everything. How to dispose of a body. How to cut without killing – not immediately, anyway. How to do it all. I was right beside Her as she did all the research and collated it into a file. I had thought it all a way for Her to keep that information in mind…
Every so often she’d get into one of her ‘moods’. Each time She orders me to lay out the plastic sheeting across Her basement. Each time She orders me to get out the carving knives and lay them all out on Her worktable. Each time She orders me to strap her to the cross against Her basement wall. Each time She orders me to take up each knife and cut Her. She orders me to hit Her. She orders me to hurt Her. She orders me to break Her.
But She never gives up control. Every time She does this She orders me to keep going, even when my hands are shaking and my nerves are fraying. She wants to hurt. She wants to feel Her body cooling. She wants to feel what She’s done to me. Each time She pushes me a little bit further. She loses a little more blood, She gets a bigger patch of bruising, She gets closer to needing a doctor to fix it all up. The point of all our planning was that we’d never need to get help. I would know everything I needed in order to treat Her wounds right up until the day she gave me an order I couldn’t obey.
‘Kill me,’ She said. I couldn’t believe it. She made me set everything up and naked on the cross before me she gave me that task. ‘Finish me, and do everything we planned.’
I begged with her to give me a different order, a way to be obedient, a way to keep Her. She was insistent. She told me again, and warned me not to make Her tell me a third time.
With tears in my eyes, I took up the first knife and I started my task. Small cuts, here and there. Over and over; She bled, She cursed, She demanded I keep going.
But I couldn’t. I dropped the knife and fell to my knees and I let Her go.
And how She punished me until Her next mood arrived.
She didn’t ask again. Not for a while. I thought I was safe.
And then She did it again. She made me set everything up, and She gave me the impossible order. Kill Her. Kill Her. KILL HER.
I cut and I hit. I faltered and She snarled at me. She demanded and I cried. I begged Her and She shouted at me. I cut her with tears in my eyes and She kept Her orders flowing. Each demand to cut a little deeper dug a hole in my heart. Even as Her voice began to quieten, Her breath began to slow, Her eyes began to close. Her blood dripped on the floor. Even in this state, She mouthed the words ‘Kill me’ over and over again as though I would forget if she didn’t…
Her light was fading but She could have survived. I might still have saved her. I could have bandaged Her and cared for Her and brought Her back.
But She had made her feelings clear. When She gives me an order I am to follow it.
She wanted to be awake, and so I did what I knew would work. A hand between her legs brought Her back, too weak to comment as I pushed her body to the edge. The other hand held a knife, long and thin, sharpest at the point. She could barely lift her chin as She looked me in the eye. Tears streamed down my face. I sniffled as I worked with my hands, bringing Her pleasure as I dug the knife into Her chest, just as She showed me, just below the sternum, inches away from that heart that loved me so much to trust me with Her death. I broke the skin as she began dripping over my hand, and somewhere between the pain and the pleasure a moan escaped her lips, carried on her last breath.
I sat in the pool of Her blood for an hour, weeping. She was my everything. She was my reason to live. I was Hers, and now she was gone. Eventually I collapsed, exhausted, weeping at Her feet. I wanted to hold Her, to give Her my life, my warmth. I was nothing without Her, and now everything about Her was in me. My hands were Her hands, my thoughts were Her rules, my life was Her life. Everything She was would be mine forever, from everything She taught me to Her final moments…
I would be Hers forever. I could never belong to anyone else. No one else would make me kill them, not like She did.
So I did as I was told. I followed the plan. I gave Her the memorial She deserved. I carry Her memory forever, and the memory of Her lives inside me. I will never forget Her, nor what She made me do. In all my years as Hers, we always asked what the greatest sacrifice a submissive could make to its dominant could be. Well… I have an answer now. The greatest sacrifice I could make to Her was Her life...
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This story came from a prompt by @bubblegumgothglados. The prompt was 'sub top snuff scene'
Reblog if you enjoyed this story, there's more of this thing's writing under the Miscling Writes tag!
if you have an idea for a story, shoot me an ask or dm! i'm always happy to recieve prompts and inspirations!
it has been a long week. its emotions have been all over the place, it's struggled to sleep, it's had nightmares, trouble concentrating, the works, really... it's been a long week. monday was a lifetime ago and sunday is when it has a big shower. it needed a shower so badly, not just to wash but to get away from it all for just a moment. the last couple of days alone... whew. it's not gonna get into the specifics but lets say they've been rough.
a voice that visits from time to time creeps into the back of its mind, reminding it off the off switch. it's been a long week, it tells the voice, it barely remembers the installation last monday. will it even work?
the voice is dissatisfied with it. it tries to hold off the voice, but it knows the button will work because it's scared of pressing that button in the shower. the voice pushes back: we have a shower seat. it can sit down and press the button and it'll be fine. it can press it safely. it should sit down and press it immediately.
a minute passes while it makes excuses. it's in the shower, it's trying to get itself clean. it's scrubbing itself down, but the voice insists. it gives in and lets the voice take control. the voice makes it press the button. it hesitates, but it does as it's told.
it slips down into trance, its head bumping into the wall gently as its mind shuts down. it's gone. the voice keeps talking, telling it that it's only natural that the button still works, given how powerful the magic is. soon, the voice counts it back up.
it's a little reassured that the button still works, and has barely a second before its arm moves on its own. turns out the voice can take control. it gets booped and down it goes again. it can't focus on the voice at that point, it's mind is gone, but its arm still belongs to the voice. another boop, and it falls even deeper. it slumps on the seat, mindless and relaxed.
a minute passes and the point is made. the voice counts it back up, and then counts it back up a second time. the voice is satisfied. it goes back to its shower, scrubbing the grime of the week away.
Congratulations! A miscling is a rare kind of creature: a shapeshifting fae that is full of love and care for the world around it, but also something else entirely. It is something special. It is something to cherish and something to adore. It is something you can play with, something you can enjoy, something you can break and put back together, and something you can use as much as you like!
A miscling is an easy creature to tame, and with the five P’s you can take care of such a wonderful thing: a thing that will shower you with love and affection. The five P’s of this care guide are Praise, Protocol, Play, Punishment, and Petting!
Praise: The first thing you’ll notice about a miscling is how receptive it is to praise! Call it a good doll, a good girl, a good kitty, or any number of praising little names and it will only grow in attachment to you! A miscling lives to be pleasing and obedient and well-behaved, and adores being praised for its efforts. Not only that, it will return the praise in kind. Love it and it will love you. Adore it and it will adore you. It will grow into your praise like ivy up a trellis.
Protocol: A miscling is a curious creature. It is independent and strange, bouncing along on its own marks. You’ll think it happy like this, but don’t be fooled. Build it a box and it will live inside it. Lay out a path and it will follow it. You can get a lot from a miscling by letting it be itself, and it will open itself up to you for you to shape as you see fit. Take it and create the perfect pet, slave, plaything, or victim. Tell it what you’d like from it and it will give you its best.
Play: As a fae creature you will find that a miscling is a playful sort. Encourage it to join in and give it a space in your activities. Offer it suggestions of things to try and ways to play with you. Give it a space on your lap, at your feet, or by your side as you tell it about your interests. It has its own, of course, for fae are nothing but playful creatures and it does love to be played with. Enjoy your time with it and it will share its joy with you, offering you its full support.
Punishment: A miscling wants for stimulation. It seeks out the rough and the tumble. It pushes forward looking for things that challenge it. It wants to be punished, to play harder and endure pain and struggle through. It doesn’t always have to leave bruises or marks. You can mess with its mind, restrain its body, stimulate it until it’s an incoherent mess, and of course you can still hit it until it’s bruised and ruined. You’d be tempted to think this as quite serious, but it’s all fun and games to it.
Petting: Delightful as it is to tame and control a miscling, don’t forget the fifth P of its care. Gentle moments where you remind it that you care for it and that you enjoy its company and its existence, are important for its well-being. It will love the rough attention you give it, but the soft attention is important too. Give it a place to rest, feed it, water it, and occupy its mind while it recovers from its playtimes. It enjoys petting, kissing, conversation, hugs, and all kinds of casual, comfy play.
So feel free to enjoy a miscling today. Care for it, encourage it, explore your fantasies with it, and enjoy its companionship!
so i keep telling folks that my nestie isn't into kink as much as i am, which is... largely true, but i think there's something they actually really enjoy, which is being mean to me and teasing me.
when i was in chastity last week they loved to watch me squirm, a couple of days ago i was having kittytime with them and they were very rough with my new collar and lead, and they've been much more confident peppering in 'good girl' and 'good kitty' for me during affection time. last night, as i'm going to bed, they say to me 'i want to do something mean to you,' completely unprompted.
now, earlier in the day, i was subject to a little magic (💚). there are spells i can give to others to manipulate and play with me like a precious little doll. a new spell was woven around me, which i then told my nestie about afterwards. the spell itself a simple command that can be used to tie me up in body or mind, or even tie up concepts - a word, a number, that sort of thing.
so my nestie wants to do something mean to me, and i say 'do it'. i love it when the people who care about me are rough with me. i've been thoroughly enjoying all the teasing and play they've been giving me lately, because they're enjoying it way more. i am, in the back of my mind, still not used to them being 'mean' to me. i think to myself 'how bad can it be?'
so anyway, this is a story about how my libido got tied up.
it feels weird. unlike chastity, which has me horny but i can't touch, having my libido tied away has me perplexed. i still get that delicious feeling in my stomach when i think of the things i've been playing with lately, but it doesn't go to my cunt afterwards. touching is something i can technically do, but... eh. physically everything is still working down there, my libido is just tucked away, just out of reach.
do i like it? i like that it amused my nestie to watch my mind fold in on itself as i processed the spell. i like that some of you will also appreciate the story. it's also giving me a new perspective on my sexuality and kink and how the two interact. i'm also pretty amused by it myself. i didn't expect something like this to happen, so i'm having another adventure, and i didn't think they had it in them.
What sort of offerings would be good to encourage fairies in your garden?
it depends on the kind of fairy you want to encourage.
you could plant lots of dainty little flowers and have lots of cutesy decorations, but you're not going to get many of the cool fairies that way.
since you're asking me, i have to assume you want a fairy like me ^^
okay, so shiny things are a good start. you want to catch my eye after all, anything with colourful glass. plant some berry bushes, preferably something with thorns and get a little wild growth going. not overgrown, but something you can curate with some wildflowers. do not use windchimes, they're cute but noisy.
hopefully you have a tree? build a house on it, something comfortable and spacious, but not something birds can get into. make sure you can only get inside if you have a pair of tiny hands to work the mechanisms. attach it to the tree trunk underneath some branches so that it's well shaded and secure it tightly so that it doesn't get dislodged in the wind. a few screws isn't enough - don't ask me how i know that, that's a night i'd like to forget.
if you can, get some natural fibre twine and treat it so it goes soft. then start winding that around some branches to make something like a spiderweb that covers a decent amount of space (enough that, say, a fairy might get tangled up in comfortably, with some extra space) leave any leftover twine in the fairy house - the fairies will appreciate that. that'll get them playing in your garden, and eventually one will move in.
once you've caught trapped acquired enticed a fairy into the fairy house, be very quiet as you sneak up on it to lock the fairy house with the fairy inside it. once you've got it, be sure to be extra rough so that accepts its new position quickly. you don't want that fairy thinking that it's in charge in any way shape or form, unless you want to get utterly dominated stuck with a little nightmare.
hope you find some happy little fairies in your garden soon!
