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fox / foxy . he / she . 21 . plural
18+ side blog to be esoteric, strange, and horny.
minors dni. men dni.
You're not going to get out.
I know that's what you've been thinking. I've been treating you more like a lover. You think that because I let you sleep chained to my bed instead of on the cold basement floor that I'm going to get sloppy, that I'll start trusting you, that you'll have the chance to escape. I know how that brain of yours works. On some level you have to know the truth- you'll never get out of here.
You probably had a better chance of getting out before, when you were still a cold, crying thing in the basement, before I brought you upstairs to stay with me. I hardly cared, then, you were just another pet. A thing pretending to be a person that was just slow enough for me to catch. If you ran off or died or lost your marbles I'd just get a new one. Your cuffs were one-size-fits-all and the basement window has always been broken. You had a chance then. Not anymore. I'm more careful- you're special now. You made yourself irreplaceable.
You're padlocked to the wall when awake and the bed when you sleep. The chain is thick and your cuff is fitted perfectly. You're microchipped. You're cuffed and collared and branded. Its all permanent. Your captivity is permanent. I don't know why you delude yourself, you're not earning my trust. You're just making it so I never, ever want to let you leave.
Conditioning girls to relax at my touch is so amazing. Making my hands the force that makes you drop your shoulders and close your eyes with a small hum and an exhale of breath. Soon enough you never really want it to end. Always pressing close, always needing for me to handle you. To make you feel so good at the gentle melting of all that daily tension. I hardly even need to prompt anything. You'll just come to realize close is easiest place to be reached and when there is only one chair the floor will be fine for you. You won't need modesty when you just need my hands on you
If you really loved me, you'd change yourself in ways unrecognizable, slowly twisting and warping your mind and body until your former self could never imagine what you'd become, until the new you scarcely remembers the old you, having lost so much along the way in pursuit of an impossible ideal. while I got to watch and giggle and occasionally awkwardly shift in my seat.
Am I mean if I say owner stepping on his puppy’s leash so puppy can’t reach owners cunt with his tongue? Bc I’m saying it.
Poor thing basically trapped down at his feet, whimpering and whining while his owner jerks off right above him. So close. But not close enough. He just wants to bury his face between owners legs but he’s being denied, stopped short by his leash.
“Cmon puppy, don’t you want a taste? Where’s my good boy? Need my good boys tongue so bad.” Knowing they’re the one keeping him from getting at it.
there's something really adorably pathetic about having your petgirl fetch its own leash and present it to you.
this blog is a prolonged psyop to get more women into hypno and hypno-adjacent kinks
um. hi. posting bush. because my mommy toldme to. :p
i’m her mommy and i made this slut post herself for everyone to see :) she was so desperate to show off so i figured she could show off for all you perverts out there.
okay im actially quite a little scared of electricity please dobt use thhis against me. i m in love with you and pleade hit me in the face
i see & i definitely won’t use this against you in the future.
on another note i do need you to come into the evil torture room where i beat you over the head and do other sinister things to you
please ill electrocute myself with a telephone pole if you reply to me
i want video evidence within the next 24 hours clocks a-ticking
Sorry you tried to throw a cute bratty tantrum but I got really, really anxious that the mind control wore off and that you actually for real didn't like me and then i blasted your mind with it until you were drooling and useless for like two weeks.
Unfortunately, if I'm choosing an outfit for you, there's no way I'm going with something perfectly comfy for you. I'm hearing all these requirements and I'm going to be using "it's difficult" as an excuse to get to watch you be mildly uncomfortable this whole time. It's enrichment for me. Payment, even.
A collar and leash actually signifies that you're an authority figure. You look so strong and regal in your collar. Shorter leashes are more prestigious. The floor is your throne, so get down on it.
Every once in a while I'll be thinking about some abstract fantasy mind control concept and then inevitably reach the same old conclusion of "Wow, mind control is so hot, I wish the 'mind' as an independent, non-immaterial construct was real."
mousy scientistgirl with an inconspicuous tent in her skirt wants to see your boobs. for science.
“Use your words, darling” as you strain against your binds and scream deeply against your gag