Hello, Darling

Go on then. Interact. I know you want to.

[yourperfextqueen]

Why hello there, doll. What can I help you with?

My name? Why, I don't think you get the privilege of knowing it. Your majesty works fine. As does your ladyship, ma'am, miss, or really anything else that makes it clear you understand the hirearchy. Which I'm sure you do, you seem like a smart girl. You get it, don't you? Good.

She/Her, though I don't particularly care if you use they/them. Taken.

Mostly Sapphic Kink Blog.

DNI: Transphobes, homophobes, racists, etc. Your general bigoted masses. My subjects are all equal in their patheticality and I will not stand for them being treated otherwise. Men, you can interact, but you're on thin ice, make sure you simper adequately. You get significantly more points if you're have balls enough to wear feminine clothing.

Anons welcome. Taken currently: 🔭🪐🐈‍⬛

Tags, TBD: Royal Decrees: original posts, Royal Reblogs: you'll figure it out, you're a clever girl, Royal Hearings: asks.

Kink specifics under the cut.

TW for: Abuse, abandonment, degradation, objectification, sadism, manipulation, mindbreak, general cruelty, maybe CNC, but probably not, we'll see. I usually don't do anything snuff related (seems a waste of a perfectly good cutie) but I can't promise I won't get close.

You are welcome to interact as a brat, I do find their little displays of supposed independence adorable, but get too out of line and I will not hesitate to block you, so behave.

[sl0ppyk1sses]

I don’t understand what’s wrong with someone being 17 and your 18? we were all 17 at some point I feel that age shouldn’t define your experiences when it’s just a few months

in real life i don’t mind at all, but online it is different. the laws for online relationships with someone under and someone over 18 is very different than from an irl relationship. not to mention, a cheeky photo of someone under 18 is considered CP, for anyone that isn’t aware of that. it’s just a boundary i have to keep others and myself safe. i don’t mind friendly talk, but that’s as far as i will go.

[r0yalh0und-deactivated20251223]

my king is the only one that matters to me, at the end of the day. i will endure all manners of humiliation to protect them from scrutiny, even if it means exposing myself and becoming a victim of the royal court’s baser desires.

i am their loyal knight and shield, meant only for them to use as they see fit in all manners of demeaning ways. i will bear the burden and consequence so that they do not have to.

i will open my mind, mouth and legs, closing my eyes to my own detriment.

my king is my lover.

my king is my master.

my king is my owner.

[royalredfoxx]

Such a beautiful Knight...

Others should take note of the dedication! This is how a proper knight should act. Loyal, kneeling when told, and happy with their place. Accepting of their duties, no matter if it is raising sword and shield against My enemies, or taking the fall for My honour.

The perfect Knight mustn't worry about things such as their own dignity or pride. Neither are of concern- besides! So long as the Ruler is safe, the Knight will be seen as the bravest warrior in the Kingdom.

My Ser Knight... Your battles are many, battering at mind and body time and time again- and yet, look at you. Despite every battle you find yourself exhausted from, you know you must return. You know you need to find your strength, stand, and use all the power you can muster up to come home to your lover. Each time, you come home to your King. You stand strong before them, and you slowly drop to your knees, sword in hand.

'Your mind is too exhausted to think about anything except Me, isn't it? That's okay. You always do such a good job, My Knight. I'm so proud of you for keeping Me safe, and I shall return the favour to you tenfold.'

So long as you continue your hard work- including allowing Me to take good care of you when you need to recover from your victories, you will live in Glory, with the King's favour in your hand at every moment.

Doesn't that sound lovely, Ser Knight?~

You should be seen as the perfect example for any other Knight out there.

[roxxybunny]

god babe, it’s so fucking sexy when you’re responsible & well-informed enough to choke someone safely 🫦

it’s soooo fucking hot when you give the sides of their neck a lil squeeze. it’s sexy as hell when you DO NOT PRESS DOWN ON THEIR WINDPIPE. fucking hot as shit when you DO NOT EVER PRESS DOWN ON THEIR WINDPIPE. god, fuck yes, keep massaging & squeezing the sides of their neck without completely cutting off their air supply… oh my god, please don’t stop tuning into your partner’s reactions & using your pre-established check in system to make sure they can still breathe & answer you, i’m so fucking close holy shit 😩

just like that, baby. so fucking sexy when you give a shit about your partner’s safety & make the choice to prioritize it. fuck. 🥵

[burnt-to-cynders]

I am once again thinking about vampire kink. An ambitious Baroness, playing games at the greater courts, maneuvering and manipulating the other nobles to try to gain herself some advantage. Her fumbling massively, her plot blowing up in her face spectacularly, leaving her begging at the throne of her declared rival, a Countess she thought she could defeat. The Countess holding a grand ball in celebration of the expansion of her demense, inviting all the other nobles, even the royals, to dance in her hall. All of them whirling and spinning and happily praising the Countess for restoring peace in the realm, for vanquishing that nasty, brutish Baroness. All the while the loser of the war is proudly displayed in brutal bondage, the center of a series of chandeliers throughout the hall, each containing one of her trusted courtiers.

After the ball is over, the Baroness is brought down from her mount, and instead taken to the throne room, where she's displayed behind her owner's seat for....ever. Perhaps the Countess devises petty torments for her, like displaying crucifixes in front of her so she has to keep her eyes shut for months, or driving a "wooden stake" into her to keep her entertained. Perhaps she is joined by other grasping fools who thought themselves cleverer than they were, hung up and fed juuust enough blood to keep them from starving. After all, the Countess wants nice, quivering meat on display, not shriveled half-corpses.

[yourperfextqueen]

I think it would be fun to put a word activated shock collar on someone. Say, if one of my subjects was using unladylike language inside my land. I wouldn't even need to do any work myself (even people who don't know me well know my distaste for it. Now, there's very good research that shock collars do not actually influence behavior all that much, but rather make a subject just rather scared all the time. To this, I say, hush. I'm okay with that. It's cute.

[consensualdomination]

Let's play a game, pretty doll

It's such a simple game, a little call & response. I'll type out my words in blue, you'll think the words in purple. Sound fun?

It certainly won't induce you into trance or make you need to add to the reblog chain like a pretty doll

It's just a game! To see what a good pretty doll you are

Sound good? Let's begin~

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You love to be a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

You're happy as a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You love to be a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

You're happy as a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You're mindless like a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You're mindless like a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

You go blank like a pretty doll

I go blank like a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You love to be a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

You're happy as a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

I'm happy as a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

I smile like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

I giggle like a pretty doll

hehehehe

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You're mindless like a pretty doll

I'm mindless like a pretty doll

You focus like a pretty doll

I focus like a pretty doll

You follow like a pretty doll

I follow like a pretty doll

You reblog "I'm a pretty doll"

I reblog "I'm a pretty doll"

I help make other pretty dolls

I'm happy as a pretty doll

I love to be a pretty doll

I want to make more pretty dolls

I reblog "I'm a pretty doll"

hehehehe

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

You are a pretty doll

I am a pretty doll

Good pretty doll

And now

Obey~ <3

[misscaptor]

there’s two potential ways I’d like a pet to behave.

There’s the hazy-eyed drugged-out empty thing, who lives in a foggy world in its own mind. Comfortable and sleepy. Docile and sedated. Kept calm by its own fuzzy mind and memories. It doesn’t know it deserves better. It doesn’t know it’s been dehumanized or even was once a human. On some level it knows it’s being kept, but the idea of resisting is so distant and uncomfortable that it’s just easier to stay in the cage, no matter how secure it actually is. This pet barely feels the pain, jolting it only momentarily from its haze.

Then there’s the clear-eyed, pissed-off but entirely broken pet. It knows exactly what’s been done to it. It knows it’s been degraded and dehumanized. It knows what it once was, knows it doesn’t deserve that treatment, and would bark and bite if it still believed it would help. It’s docile because it’s given up, but that doesn’t mean it accepts it. It does what it needs to do to survive. Maybe it fears me, but it will protect me anyway. The life it had is gone, the option to get away is gone, and it will at least fight to keep what it has, no matter how much it hates it, hates me for what I’ve done to it.

I’ve kept you empty for a long time now. I’ve let you be hazy and sleepy. But I miss those wild, angry eyes. So you’re gonna come out of your calm and foggy world, okay? I’m going to make you realize what I did to you.

[lady-of-fangs-lyrlia]

Exhibitionist? No. You’re a show dog and I’m treating you like one. 

Each morning your outfit is chosen for you. Picked not for your taste, or the style you thought was yours, but because I want to show off specific features. Chosen because I want to show off the lines and curves of your body. Chosen because that’s how I want to advertise you to everyone that might see you through the day.

Your coat and nails will be handled by a professional. They’ll wash you, touching you everywhere you once thought was personal and private. You’ll be spoken over as it’s decided for you what style, what cut, what shade will be the best to frame your face. More importantly, they have to consider what’s in season. Your look will be kept current, clean, and pristine. If you give them trouble you’ll be put in a slip lead, tied off by the collar to the table and kept still by hands used to dealing with nippy dogs. Too much trouble and they’ll muzzle you before continuing. 

If you embarrass me I’ll drop you off drugged to your next appointment.

We’ll spend hours training the way you walk. With a collar around your throat and a taut leash you’ll learn to keep perfect step at my side. You’ll learn to turn and halt with the smallest adjustment, the smallest tug of your leash. You’ll learn to keep your steps even, regardless of the pace or what I might have dressed you in. You’ll be expected to show this same level of respect, obedience, and focus to anyone I hand your leash to. If I decide I want to see you paraded around the ring by someone you’ve never met, you’ll be expected to follow. Match their pace without ever looking back or pulling. Show me I can trust your training even away from me, that you’ll work to present and behave in the manner I’ve come to expect from you regardless of distance.

You’ll be expected to hold perfectly still as strangers examine your body under glaring lights. They’ll touch along your back, down your tummy, and between your legs. You’ll be overwhelmed with the simple joy a dog has when it knows it’s doing something right. Just hold still. Let them do as they need to. Just hold still and behave.

You’ll see yourself on the TV when I invite our friends over to watch your latest performance.

“Look at that strut”

“Such a beautiful coat!”

“The judge’s hands must have been cold, look at the goosebumps!”

I’ll call you over, the star of the hour. I’ll show them all the tricks I’ve taught you, all the work I’ve put into your socialization. 

The same way the judge’s hands roamed and explored your body, our friends will do the same. They’ll comment loudly over the way your skin twitches and muscles dance. They’ll giggle to each other as they see how excited you get at the idea of performing once more. 

You’ll never hesitate to follow along with their poking and prodding. You’ll never consider what these people used to be to you, or the social bonds you once had. You’ll never consider who or what you once were. 

Just a show dog.

[sl0ppyk1sses]

femmes love a nerdy soft masc they can boss around, right? right?

[progestrogenizer]

sometimes a girl just wants to be useful. she gets a little confused, without a firm hand.

maybe she tries to shape herself into something more worthy. maybe she pretends at dominance for other, more pathetic girls. anything to be Enough. in her heart, she knows what she's meant for. she should be taken, owned, and kept. her purpose is to serve. it's what she's good for.

you can see it in her eyes, if you look closely. she'll pretend otherwise, for a moment. take her in your hands. be firm. force into her just a small taste of what she's meant to be. her mind will snap like the fragile little thing it always was.

all at once, she'll belong to you. the words will form themselves, sweet on her lips. thank you for making me yours.

[lesbianregret]

Toxic lesbian vampire x human relationship where the human has removed or filed down the vampires fangs so she is always reliant on pleading with her gf or others for blood. Turning that immortal human hunting predator into a pathetic begging kitten.

[yourperfextqueen]

There is something special about taming a dangerous predator through needs. The idea of forcing something to be reliant on you for basic human necessities, not through physical force, is deeply intoxicating. Good post, 10/10.

[yourperfextqueen]

Hey, you mentioned sapphicwork in one of your posts and was just wondering if you know if shes around or still gone?

I do not. I'm very sorry, honey, I wish I did, she was an inspiration to me. But as far as I know she deleted one day and hasn't been back since.

[balljointed-succubus]

outfit that says "you can't tell me what to do" and body language that screams "god please Mistress tell me what to do"

[progestrogenizer]

sometimes a girl just wants to be useful. she gets a little confused, without a firm hand.

maybe she tries to shape herself into something more worthy. maybe she pretends at dominance for other, more pathetic girls. anything to be Enough. in her heart, she knows what she's meant for. she should be taken, owned, and kept. her purpose is to serve. it's what she's good for.

you can see it in her eyes, if you look closely. she'll pretend otherwise, for a moment. take her in your hands. be firm. force into her just a small taste of what she's meant to be. her mind will snap like the fragile little thing it always was.

all at once, she'll belong to you. the words will form themselves, sweet on her lips. thank you for making me yours.

[yourperfextqueen]

There has always been something which fascinated me about breaking someone's wrist as a punishment. They're so fragile, you see, there's so many interlocking bones which allow the wrist to turn as seamlessly as it does. It's really not that hard to break one. Just grab someone's hand, yank their arm the wrong way, and- well, viola. One broken wrist.

It's not so much as the ease of doing it which interests me (spanking, both famously easy to do and tremendously popular in kink circles has never really caught my attention, whereas a slap across the face is a classic for all the right reasons) but the exact meaning behind it. You break someone's wrist if, for whatever reason, they keep trying to use it for something you don't want them too. Whether that be struggling against you, or working too slowly, or refusing to sit still and constantly gesticulating, it's a very very painful and quite easy way to just say "I would rather you be utterly useless than something I don't want you to." It works as both a temporary punishment, but also a mark of complete control. If I can break your wrist, something which the vast majority of people do not want me to do (yes, I see you over there who desperately want it) I can do just about anything. I am being merciful in choosing to only possibly permanently damage you for your actions, rather than insuring it. The tear stained look of fear on someone's face when they realize how far you are willing to go to keep them in line is like little else. One of the most delicious things in the world.

[asterismadastra]

fyi you're likely going to be blocked by many folks in kink tags since you don't have an age in your bio or pinned (as someone who is about to block you for that)

Does anyone remember when sharing personal information, such as age, online was noted as dangerous? That seems to have been forgotten.