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@upallweek
i post a lot of cnc, abuse, brainwashing, patriarchy and gaslight/stockholm-y shit that makes me randy. please dont follow me if you hate that stuff.
absolutely no fucking terfs or irl misogyny or anything adjacent to that, these are FANTASY KINKS not real life, grow up.
At the sex shop trying to remember the name of this device:
"Can I get a fuckenn uhhhh ... drilldo?"
i was supposed to go to bed an hour ago dont tell my mom
my mom says i have to go to bed now which one of u meaners told
who the fudge changed ‘fudgers’ to ‘meaners’
WHO CHANGED IT FROM FUDGERS TO FUDGERS I WILL KISS THE POPSICLE DONT TICKLE ME JAMBOREE
and here we have an artifact of the days when you could edit posts when you reblogged…now we are all Internet Archeologists
Fun. Soooooo much fun.
Sexy. So damn sexy.
📸: @upallweek
they don't tell you this but human bodies make really, really good fidget toys. especially someone else's body, where you'll find it makes really nice noises if you poke and prod it right.
tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it
this is one of my favorite bits about tumblr
the users seem to actually prefer text posts to anything else, and treat it as a chore to play a video especially with sound
pussy inspections. calling you over and having you bend over my desk and hold your panties aside while I pet at you and hold your pretty hole open and look close and get a taste while you try to hold still and quiet like a good patient should.
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.
It's important you understand that people are not toys. As much fun as it is to be turned into one, in the end of the day don't put your subject on the shelf and leave them there. You shouldn't tame an animal and leave them to fend for themselves.
None of you can ever meet me in real life bc it will 100% shatter any illusion you have of me being cool
That's exactly why you should do it, because they'll still submit to you but it'll be 1000x more embarrassing for them. Dorky dom ftw
"I beat the game in 30 hours" okay but did you explore the map to find spots that look pretty? did you put your characters in silly little outfits? did you try the mini games? did you let the characters become friends? did you have fun? did you have fun playing your game???
Ohhhh true
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what a wholesome surprise at the bottom of the sugar cookie container
