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18+ only. Ask Submit Pictures of Me Personal Posts My Writing Hello there. Welcome to my tumblr. Please be aware that most of what I post is NSFW, so be weary of where you are when looking ;) As for me, I'm a 22 year old submissive living in the New York area. Feel free to send me an ask if you'd like to know more.

[bunnybasketcase-deactivated2024]

Girl who only feels safe when they have strict rules and guidelines as an adult because her childhood was straight up chaos

[yes-master-thank-you-master]

Called out...

[yes-master-thank-you-master]

Medically not allowed to play with myself, so of course I'm the horniest I've been in years. God I can't wait until I can fuck again.

[balthussssfan]

[yes-master-thank-you-master]

"You said you wanted me to lick between your legs, is this not what you meant? Well I guess since you couldn't be clear enough with your request you'll just have to wait for your next chance to ask. Don't worry, darling; next summer isn't that far away."

[yes-master-thank-you-master]

Fantasy:

My dom and another sitting casually having a drink while I and another sub are restrained in a 69. Whomever makes the other cum first is rewarded, and the one who cums first is punished.

Trick is, when revealed, the reward is 3 months of orgasm control, alternating between frequent edging and no-touch - never being allowed to cum.

And the punishment is 3 hours of constant stimulation and orgasms as many times a week as possible for the next 3 months.

Are you winning or losing?

[cvntdogtits]

We just got back from the sex club. There is lots and lots to tell but first I must shower. Hur hur hur. 💕💕 unedited everything coming soon on fansly- probably tomorrow!

[chattelprod]

I saw this on my dash and it inspired me to write the following. Should the owner of this photo object just message me and I’ll delete it.

Kink and consent are beautiful things. I feel grateful for the community of weirdos here. It’s nice to write again.

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Your true self exists in tie on cow-print bikini tops and little thongs. Your true self finds pleasure in service, pleasure in pleasing, pleasure in obedience. The trouble comes when you’re found by someone, or a couple, whose pleasures are more outlandish than your own. Whose pleasures simultaneously degrade and arouse you, humiliate and empower you. You feel confused, yet so certain you love it. How can certainty be quantified? Well, that slimy little slit between your legs doesn’t lie to us. Does it? No.

The longer you’re denied, the more your soft limits being explored become welcome distractions from the constant agony of absence of relief.

You hate being ignored, but the attention is making you feel insane. Whimpering so loudly you start to groan. You want to scream, but the shock collar discourages that. Your owners hate it too. You love your owners, don’t you?

Deep down you know you need to be brutalized when even slightly resisting their planned path for you. It’s scary, it’s humiliating… it’s no longer your private little fantasy. It’s trips to the tattoo parlor to seal Daddy’s least favorite hole up.. it’s being stretched with plugs daily, it’s softly sobbing in the shower, cleaning your new “anal only” tramp stamp while staring into the webcam mounted in the corner. It’s knowing you’ll hear her cum tonight, hear him cum tonight, you’ll smell and taste it but never feel it again.

Tending to you in this needy, broken state is hard work, isn’t it? You should be docile and grateful, yes? Good girl.

Denial is such a dangerous kink. It only starts with your orgasms. It ends with food choices, speaking, permission to shower, and what color panties to wear.

Constant aching agony is now your baseline, little slave. Oh the places you may now go.

[pastelbruisess]

❤

[twentyyearsadom-deactivated2025]

One last kiss before a weekend of silence.

[violentlyhedonistic]

Forced praise and care taking is criminally underrepresented. Sit your sub in front of you and have them recite how they’re your good pet, how they’re so pretty and they always turn you on so much. Order them to look you in the eyes while they say it, squirming and blushing. Threaten them with making them wear a “Owner’s favorite” shirt in public if they stop.

Write “good puppy” and “best kitten” and any other nicknames + praise on them - or have them write it while you watch.

Give them an extra soft and gentle bath and massage while they’re tied down so they can’t take the attention away from themselves. Then make them cum over and over again while they lie back on the softest pile of blankets and whine and scream.

Just have to accept all of their dom’s adoration and love. Your most precious and prized possession, your lovely spoiled pet.

[dirtylittlebookworm]

I failed as a sub last night.

This is really hard to write about.

I didn’t break a rule. I didn’t willfully misbehave. I wasn’t inappropriate or bad. But I failed as a sub.

I’m Daddy’s sub and little. That means that he owns me. And that means that my number one job in serving him is to make sure that his property (me) is happy, healthy, well-maintained and well taken care of.

Last night I did not do that.

Daddy and I had a great night. He took me out for hotdogs at my favorite place and then he took me to the Disney Store and Build-A-Bear. We were celebrating that I’d been a good girl and gotten a whole month’s worth of stickers. It was all so great!

Then we went home and Daddy ordered me to get on my knees and take his cock out.

Now normally, that’s my favorite place to be. But I wasn’t in the headspace for sex. Like, I really wasn’t in the headspace for sex. But I’ve been having a weird relationship with sex lately (more on that later) and I thought if I just got down to business that the headspace would come.

It didn’t.

The thing you have to understand is that my slave heart so badly wants to serve and please him. It brings me peace and it brings me joy. But what I did last night was let my desire to please him supersede my duty to serve him. And it created a bit of a mess.

I did not want to have sex. I did not want to do anything sexual. I was not in the headspace for it. I was literally fighting back tears - and still, I didn’t say anything.

He even asked me at one point. Green? he said. And I nodded. Even though my brain was screaming, no, no, no, RED!

Now, because of my past sexual trauma going forward with sex when I was in the headspace I was in could have been incredibly damaging. It could have triggered me really badly - or even retraumatized me. 

But I so badly wanted to please him. I was so afraid of disappointing him. We only get to see each other a couple times per week and I didn’t want to be a downer. I didn’t want to take this away from him.

So you know what I did instead?

I took away the power I’d given him to make decisions for me. By not telling him what was going on, by not communicating to him what I was feeling and where my head was at, I not only silenced my voice but I took away his ability to care for my needs. Without even asking him.

I effectively neutralized our dynamic in that moment. Like I said before, I let my desire to please him supersede my duty to serve him.

I should have spoken up. I should have used my safeword. I should have told him what I was feeling and where my head was at.

But I didn’t.

Thankfully, Daddy knows me and he stopped play and went straight to cuddles and storytime and aftercare instead. But what if he hadn’t? 

Things could have been terrible. I could have harmed myself and that definitely would have harmed him. I wasn’t thinking about my needs or his needs or even his wants. 

He wants me happy. He wants me healthy. He wants me taken care of and safe and protected and in a good headspace. He needs me that way.

His needs and wants supersede my wants. And that means that, yes, his desire to see me happy and healthy and safe and protected come before my desire to please him. 

I failed as a sub last night. By not speaking up, by not openly communicating with my Dom, by holding back when I should have said something, by not using my safeword… I failed.

Now, why am I talking about this when it’s so hard to write?

Because we see so much on here about mistakes Dom(me)s have made and ways they’ve fucked up and I think it’s important to remember that a D/s relationship - like any relationship - is a two-way street and that anybody in the dynamic can make mistakes and do damage.

Luckily, play stopped before damage was done but I need to reflect on myself and my choices and figure out why I didn’t speak up. Why I didn’t safeword. And why I let my prime directive to keep his property healthy, happy, and whole fall by the wayside - and allowed it to, instead, be supplanted by my desire to please him. 

I’ll learn from this. We’ll both learn from this. And I’m sure this post will lead to conversation (as it should). 

But in the meantime, I just need to make sure I’m remembering my prime directive and making that the center of everything I do - even if that means (especially if that means) I need to tap out.

I owe him that.

[thesecretforest]

Cute relationship idea

you’re a stupid girl who is bad at life, so i control everything in it and make all of your decisions for you. you appreciate it and happily do exactly as you’re told, always.

[rapesugar]

Awww…. how sweet! I’d love this!

[caramelsyruppp]

Underrated Dom Phrases

“Did I say you could stop?”

“I wasn’t asking”

“The more you fight, the more I just want to fuck you.”

*mock whining*

“Now”

“Did you just say no?”

“Whats wrong? you cant breathe?”

“You look so pretty on your knees”

“That’s sir to you, slut”

“Wanna say that again?”

“Don’t make a sound”

“That wasn’t a suggestion”

“Excuse me?”

[hellovagirl]

“Turn off your phone. Close your eyes.”

“Yes… What?”

“Is that clear?”

“Careful.”

“What did you learn?”

“No.”

“Wider, please”

“Noted”

“Are you being sassy?”

[cherishedproperty]

What Drives Dominance

When I started learning about power exchange relationships, I saw two core needs: one side that needed to take control and another that needed to give it. But over time, I learned that flavors of D/s dynamics are nearly as numerous as the people in them. People come to this lifestyle for different reasons. They are driven by different core needs, and that leads them to construct the dynamic in very different ways. As I see it, dominance stems from three core needs: control, responsibility, and possession. 

Control. Most Dominants crave control. But the key is in why they crave it. Some see control as a way to exercise responsibility or to maintain possession. But some just want control. My control Dominant lived for the moments where he took and I gave. Sexual control, cooking his meals, driving him for haircuts. He commanded, I obeyed. It all feels very par for the course. But over time I realized that he really just wanted the control. He accepted responsibility for me as the price for getting control. If he’d been able to control me without responsibility or ownership, I think he gladly would have. 

Responsibility. Many Dominants will accept responsibility, but very few have it at the core of their dominance. These Dominants are servant leaders. They thrive on putting their submissives’ needs first and helping their submissives grow. My responsibility Dominant put his own needs aside for mine over and over. Outside the bedroom, he primarily took control when it helped to fulfill my needs. He gave me a bedtime when I wasn’t sleeping well. He gave me tasks when he knew the connection would keep me grounded. His core driving need as a Dominant was the ensuring the happiness and success of his submissive. 

Possession. I specifically didn’t use the word ownership here, because I think Dominants can crave ownership as a path to control, responsibility, or possession. But this is about the need for all-encompassing, unending possession of another person. My possession Dominant wanted there to be nothing he didn’t know about me. He said he owned every part of me, past and present. And he worked to eliminate every instinct I had to keep any part of myself private. On finding out I once played an instrument in high school (and still owned said instrument), he had me record myself playing it. And every time I masturbated, he had me write detailed reports of everything I did and everything I looked at or thought about. No hiding. No dignity. Yes, he exercised a great deal of control in doing this, but it wasn’t about the control itself. It was about taking possession of every part of me. 

Most Dominants have varying amounts of these, rather than being purely driven by one of them. And even so, no configuration is inherently better than another. There are wonderful, attentive, loving Dominants across the spectrum of these needs. But these core needs matter. People may do the same things but for very different reasons. And while people generally look for compatibility in the things (protocol, titles, fetishes), they should be looking for compatibility in the needs. 

[trotsky1917]

Deep heat

Deep heat. Clitoris. Kitten. They’ve been talked about together a few times and I know she’s tried it - the naughty minx - but I had my own plans.

She was lying on her back naked and with a tussled, “I’ve been had by a hungry man” look which was entirely appropriate given what I’d been doing with her. That was all the preamble to what was coming. I like to plan my kitten sessions in advance with this moving to that and a little something in the middle perhaps. So I not only have the pleasure of the actual events (which are always hot and dripping with D/s delights) but the quiet satisfaction of a successful plan carried out to the letter. She is so rewarding and her desire to please me runs deep. I can’t help but use and abuse her body to my hearts content and she knows I want her completely. Mind and body. I lick my lips in anticipation….

I tell her to go and get the deep heat from downstairs. I like making her complicit in her suffering. She nods and a little sheepishly and a tiny bit scared,but excited, she leaves. Then she’s back, puts it by the bed and gives me a nervous smile. I smile back with a wicked glint in my eye and motion for her to get back into position on her back with a pointed finger. No words are needed. She knows her place and opens her legs expecting me to fuck her again. I like her thinking but instead I reach for the lube and, using one hand to lift her hips and pull her cheeks apart more, begin to slowly apply the lube to her cute arsehole. Pressing against it, circling round, teasing the entrance and pushing some lube inside her. I lean forward and start to lick down her labia and up again using my tongue to open her vulva and expose her clit. She moans quietly and I carry on - gently but insistently while my index finger begins to push inside her and feel the soft skin just inside her bottom. In and out. Gently pressing more and deeper. All the while licking, tasting, sucking on her delicate clit. She’s moaning more now and I feel that tension begin in her body - wanting to have that orgasm but desperately wanting to stay denied. She’s forgotten about the deep heat and is caught in the headspace of denial exactly as I wanted her to be.

I wait till I hear a half stifled “Please…” and I know she’s ready. I slow down and take my lips from her body. She tastes of honey and desire.

I move up and tell her to lift her legs - she understands - and I place the end of my cock against her oh so tempting arse then I slowly press forward and begin to open her up as I slide inside. She bites her lip and gasps a little but doesn’t resist knowing that I love anal and that she is mine to do with as I please. Deeper I go till I’m all inside her where I pause and throb gently. We breath together and lock our eyes - her submission is total and I tell her how beautiful she looks.

“It’s time” I say and glance at the deep heat on the bedside table.She takes it, puts some on her finger and pauses. “Now” I say quietly but in that ‘you will obey me’ tone. With that she rubs it on and around her clit - all pink and full of blood still from me licking her. For a few seconds there’s nothing but then it begins to kick in. I hold her hips and begin to fuck her. Sodomising, buggery, anal fucking. Words of beauty and desire made real now. I look down and watch my cock enter her with that anal muscle stretched tight and forced open. The lube glistening on her skin and the sensations rippling along with every movement I make inside her. She has other sensations to enjoy as the chemicals do their work on her poor clit making her clench her eyes shut then open wide as she fights the urge to run. Of course I would have just held her down but she knows that and anyway her desire to be a good girl is much stronger than this. She is lost in a whirl of sensations as the heat tortures her sex and I continue to fuck her again and again in a steady deep rhythm which keeps her in that headspace of being mine. In and out. Up inside her body taking her again and again. I feel my orgasm beginning and I let it roll over me in a firework explosion of pleasure and I cum with a roar of satisfaction and begin to slow my thrusts. I stop, still filling her tight hole with the throbs of the end of my orgasm and watch as her eyes tell me the heat is just peaking in intensity. I pull out with a big smile on my face and she shivers but stays still until the pain and tingling becomes bearable enough to allow her to speak. She asks me if it was alright with that look she has when she’s unsure of her kittenness and if she’s pleased me enough.

“It was perfect” I reply. “And all the better for you being denied”.

She smiles up at me and I kiss her pretty lips as I pull her body against me. She is my obedient and willing kitten and she melts in my arms.

What a delicious way to enjoy her.

[tell-me-things-please]

Went shopping with this text from Sir in my neck. Sir promised this morning to write “La dolce vita” in my neck, but I discovered in the fitting room that he lied to me.

He did buy me some new Marlies Dekkers lingerie, even though he didn’t have anything to make up for.

I am still dripping…

[yes-master-thank-you-master]

Can I please be trained by you? I'm a 22 year old asian girl. Love your blog sir.

I’m a female submissive/slave, so imma go with no

[crimson-uncovered]

believing him

Back in August, I got an eye doctor’s bill that I forgot to pay. A few weeks later, I got a reminder letter which I also forgot about. In November, I got a final warning notice that I stuck on the wall by my bed so that I’d see it every day and remember to pay it.

Spoiler alert: I didn’t.

I kept putting it off, mainly because I had other things I wanted to take care of first: car payments, credit card bills, etc. A medical bill should have been on that list, and I don’t really have an excuse for why it wasn’t. Sometimes I am just bad at prioritizing, and I really do have a forgetfulness problem. 

Fast forward to the other night. The bill came up while BB and I were talking about the fact that I need new glasses. “Oh, I still have that bill,” I laughed. I’d mentioned it to him a couple times over the course of several months, and while he’d never ordered me to pay it, he always stressed the importance of doing so.

He looked incredulous. “Babe. You haven’t paid that yet?”

“I kept forgetting,” I said. I nervous-giggled the way I often do when I know I’m in trouble.

“Pay it now.”

“It says I have to call a number to pay and it’s way past business hours.”

“Okay,” he said, looking as serious as ever. “I want you to pay it tomorrow. If you don’t, I’m going to spank you very hard.”

My tummy did that thing. The clenching, flipping thing. My face started to feel hot and I couldn’t make eye contact.

“Go put the bill in your bag now so you don’t forget.”

“I won’t forget,” I protested. “It’s here on the table. I won’t forget.”

“Right now,” he said sternly. 

There is no arguing with that tone. I got up and put the bill in my work bag. When I sat back down, he reiterated that the spanking I’d get for not paying it off the next day would be a bad one. 

So, at 9AM the following morning, I made the call and paid the bill. It was a relief to get it off my to-do list, and I was so glad he’d made me do it. I thought about how the threat of a Bad Girl Spanking felt very real. BB doesn’t make empty threats. I knew he would follow through if I didn’t comply. I believed him.

I believed him because he’s shown me what happens when I break the rules. He’s shown me how a spanking can reduce me to tears, how he’s not afraid to beat my ass if I deserve it. He’s a man of his word, and not only is that sexy, but it’s comforting. It’s comforting to know that he loves me enough to hold me accountable. He knows he has to mean what he says if I’m going to take him seriously.

So when he says the punishment for not obeying will be severe, it’s not really a threat. It’s a promise. And daddy never breaks his promises.

[g0patroa-deactivated20190728]

[yes-master-thank-you-master]

The perfect night

[deniedpoppy]

Try again next year

I didn’t think he meant it.

I was scared before but convinced myself that he was just saying it to turn me on.

Until I begged to cum yesterday. Until I was edging and couldn’t take it anymore and begged for an orgasm.

“Absolutely not. Try again next year.”

Oh shit. This is *real*.

I couldnt sleep later and with a dildo in me at 3am I texted “you won’t really keep me denied all year right? You don’t mean it, right?”

He didn’t reply.

And now I’m scared. Really, really scared.

And really, really wet.

Fuck. I’m so fucked.

[eclectic-peanut]

Ahhh… hope. The best of tools. :p Good luck!

[femsubdenial]

Awwww…

Maybe it would be more entertaining for him if you edged every time you thought about it, then told him and thanked him.

You DO want to be entertaining, don’t you?