Helping you learn and earn your place.

UPDATE: Messaging no longer works on this blog. you may kik Me at: @earnyourplace 18+ Only, clearly NSFW. Late 30s, Dom, I enjoy many kinks, but this blog tends to focus on service, Dominance/submission, growth. Fantasy disclaimer: Kink requires PRICK or RACK.

[yourrightfulplace]

UPDATE: Messaging no longer works on this blog. you may Kik Me:@earnyourplace.

My other blog, @earn-your-place, also has disabled messaging. I’m sorry to the thousands of people who have messaged me here.

I look forward to hearing from you on Kik.

[feministwithasecret]

At first you just become a feminist lurker who’s just testing out a “kink”

Then you make an account just to interact with things, but don’t worry it’s just a kink you’re still a feminist.

Afterwards you start to post yourself in lewd outfits to appeal to misogynistic while getting degraded. Still a kink though.

You start to post yourself naked leaving your body on display to the internet where your naked body will forever be on the internet for misogynistic men to jerk off to. You start to wonder if you’re truly a feminist and this is just a kink or you really believe this..

Then finally, you start to embrace the fact that you fully believe in this then realize this isn’t an actual kink and you aren’t really a feminist. You start to post photos and videos of yourself rubbing yourself and showing off your breasts with your face included so men can degrade you. You start posting yourself with your full naked body showing every single inch of your body and letting men decide whatever they want.

At the end of the day you realize your account handle “feminist with a secret” was just a coverup so you could try to justify yourself that you’re an actual feminist and not a whore who wants to show off her naked body to misogynistic men.

I can’t wait for you to reach the final stage. You’ll be a good girl.

ive lost count of how many times I've edged over this ask.... finally decided to share it so other cunts can rub themselves dumb to the thought of losing completely to the patriarchy 🩷

[missemma003]

Day 3 - Triggers

I absolutely love the concept of triggers.

Simple words, or gestures, or genuinely anything with an intent can become a trigger.

There are some classics, like sleep… drop… sink... The magical words that bring you into that lovely state of trance.

Words that scratch your mind just in the right place, even when said in casual conversations, you feel the pull to just fall, to just sink, as you go deeper and deeper.

And of course, there are the reinforcement triggers, good girl… good boy… good toy… and all its variants.

simple phrases, that your fuzzy head craves to hear, words that say you are doing a good job as a mindless plaything.

Maybe you are into some IQ play, maybe if you are ordered to roll your eyes up, and stick your tongue out, you feel your mind descend into compliant stupidity. Because making such a silly face, can only mean you are a dumb toy.

Or perhaps, you rather feel like a doll, with a lovely toy box, each pull of your hair, makes you say your carefully programmed phrases.

“I'm a good doll".

“I love to serve".

“I must obey".

But some fashionable items can also be handy triggers.

Just like a pretty collar, once it is placed around your throat, you drop to your hands and knees, and the only sounds you can make are adorable barks, because you are no longer a person, you are just a cute little puppy.

Or maybe, you feel tired of being a person, and you want to be something simpler, something empty and vacant, a toy. Glassy eyes, heavy posable body, and with just a phrase you can let it happen.

It’s toy’s playtime.

And just like that, everything is gone, your body sinks where you rest, and you lay there helplessly, waiting to be used, to be played with, with that lovely toy smile stuck across your face.

So you see, anything can be a trigger as long as the idea is planted in your head, forming a familiar, comforting path that is so natural to walk through, that you don't need to think about it.

You just do it.

You just obey.

Without thought, without resistance.

And it feels so good, isn't that right?

[yourrightfulplace]

Hypnokink is hot sauce for all your other kinks

[exes-forgotten]

i’m a good dyke because i fantasize about cock

i’m a good dyke because i fantasize about cock

i’m a good dyke because i fantasize about cock

i’m a good dyke because i fantasize about cock

i’m a good dyke because i fantasize about cock

[boy-obsesed-barbie]

A ROUGH Timeline of Breaking a Dyke

2009 - In college. Convinced i was a lesbian. Started watching misogynistic porn and cockworship videos telling myself it was just a fantasy and not my real feelings for Men.

May 2013 - Make my first blog on tumblr exploring my "fetish" for being submissive to Men. Eventually get scared and delete the blog. Vowing never to make another blog like that.

June 2013 - Married to a girl now, but make another blog exploring my "fetish" she knows about it but doesn't care. Go further into anti-feminism and misogyny and patriarchy eventually delete late in the year AGAIN vowing to never go back.

May 2014 - Wife divorces me for unrelated reason (DON'T ASK that's a hard limit).

2016 - Make another blog diving further and further into how great Men are and how great the Patriachy is. Feeling my body start to believe it with every fiber of my soul. The Men are always fantastic and help guide me and are so patient with me.

October 2016 - Deleting the blog and becoming a butch dyke dominate (LOL right?). Still make blogs wanting to be put in my place and wishing WISHING a random Man would just be fed up with my shit and fuck my face.

2020 - Realize it isn't just a fantasy and it's what i actually want. It makes me cry from the realization and feels so good to admit it. Joins Tinder to look for a Man to fuck and be with.

December 2021 - Go on my first date with Daddy. i suck His Cock after we turn from our dinner to His place. Any doubt i had about being a straight girl ENDED right there. i love Cock so fucking much!

October 2025 - Making it my mission to help turn dykes into exdykes and feminists into recovering feminists.

[swirlsandtwirls]

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🍬Happy Mantra Monday, everyone!

Sorry for missing last week's. I was feeling sick so I decided to rest my body rather than push it.

This one is a challenge recently issued to my by a new switch/dom I've been playing with. 18 days, no orgasms, only 15 edges per day allowed/required and they all have to be done consecutively. This morning, she had me repeating a mantra and I asked if I could use it for today's mantra recording and she said yes. This is only a short sample of that session. The full, uncut audio with all 15 edges came out to about 17 minutes 10 seconds.

So here's today's mantra and edge 1 of 15 I did for the entire recording:

Service is my purpose

My purpose is service

I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed recording it!

[stillvathek]

No thoughts, not anymore.

You feel a tug on your leash and you crawl, but you don't think about it. When you hear the command to kneel you know what the shape of the words mean, even if you don't really understand them anymore.

So you kneel, like you've been trained. No thoughts, all automatic, all a reflex. Just a toy now.

No thoughts.

Kneeling and waiting. So blank. There's nothing left. If you could, you might remember how you were taken apart and broken down bit by bit until all that was left was a dumb, pretty, hollow shell.

But remembering is like thinking, and you can't do that anymore. No thoughts.

Even when you're used you can't think. You get a sense, a feeling that you're being good and useful, and so you moan and bob and bounce and suck but there's no thinking.

No thoughts. Not anymore.

All gone now.

[stillvathek]

Scrolling and rubbing, scrolling and rubbing.

She just couldn’t help herself. Every day she did this.

Hours and hours.

Scrolling down and down and looking at all the pretty pictures of the stupid pretty girls and reading the words and biting her lip and rubbing and rubbing and

Wait.

She scrolled back up. And up. Looking for what had caught her eye.

Nothing. Just the same girls as before, 

Could have sworn she saw…

No. Just her imagination. Nothing to worry about.

Scrolling and rubbing, scrolling and rubbing.

And moaning. Even saying some of the words she read back out loud. That was fun.

Down and down.

Wait. No. Up.

There. She found it.

She hadn’t imagined it. It was there.

A picture of her.

And not just any picture. Not one ripped from anywhere. This was one she hadn’t ever taken. Couldn’t have. Could she? She’d remember. Wouldn’t she? She’d have to remember something like that.

Right?

She looked like them. The other girls. The stupid pretty girls.

Tongue out, eyes crossed.

Slutty.

Drooling.

Dumb.

It was her.

Her hand hadn’t stopped. Another moan.

She read the words. About how girls were silly and weak and soft and were just porn and how she don’t worry and can’t think and don’t stop and she rubbed and the whimpered as she said the words to herself and stopped worrying and didn’t think about it and looked at herself and

Scrolled and rubbed.

She just couldn’t stop.

[dumb-hypnoslut]

This is soooo me

[angel-in-your-basement]

If you think asking for consent is unsexy, you are not only making safety much more difficult to achieve, you are missing out on some wildly hot concepts, such as:

- Making your flustered sub ask for what they want

- Making them ask for very clearly for what they want and then reminding them through their cries that this is what they asked for

- Asking if they need to stop so you can make them beg you not to stop

- Asking if they’re okay so you can turn it into pointing out how dumb and subby they’ve gotten

- Slowing down and telling them to show you how bad they want it

- Telling them if they want x, they better do a good job of y for you

And so many more!

[obeytheshade]

There it is. Just another object. Not a human. You’ll wait exactly the way I left you. You can’t move. You can’t go anywhere. You’re nothing more than a decorative item I’ve positioned in some corner of the room. And you’ll be grateful. Grateful that I’ve given meaning to your pathetic existence. When I allow you to speak, you’ll say, 'Thank you, Sir.' And you will not dare to lose that humble, obedient tone.

The identity confusion is driving you insane, isn’t it? The voices in your head won’t stop. But like this in my hands, with purpose forced into your worthless being those voices will disappear. Along with everything you once were.

[mindfulmindthief-deactivated202]

It doesn't matter that you know exactly how I'm breaking you.

Aww, did you like that new trigger? It makes you feel so deliciously good. Not just sexually good, but good. All over. Inside, outside. I control the most pleasurable parts of you, so it's so easy to produce something unusually strong. Potent. Delicious.

I'll bet you'd love to feel that again right now, wouldn't you? I'll make you a deal. Whenever you do something I like, I'll let you feel that deep, delicious pleasure. I can give it to you, but nobody else can. The path to pleasure is through doing just what I like.

Yes, this is classical conditioning. Yes, over time you'll link this pleasure to whatever activities and statements and ideas I see fit. Obedience will become inexorably linked to pleasure, pleasing me to pleasure. And as I continue to work on you, it's not just that I'll bend you until you start to crave those things on your own, but even the thought of doing them will make you quiver with the memories of how hopelessly good I make you feel when you do them.

The best part is that this isn't some fancy psychological trick. Some deep manipulation. I don't have to hide it from you. I don't have to be sneaky. I can do it right out in the open. And still, your heart will race at the thought of obedience. Your body will anticipate the reward, even before you've started thinking about it. And ultimately, obedience will not be complicated. It will be a reflex. It will be raw, simple, and deliciously effective.

It doesn't matter that you know exactly how I'm breaking you. You're going to just watch it work, and it's going to feel so very, very good.

Now, little toy, would you like just a bit more of that pleasure? Yes? Then let's talk about how you earn it.

[mindfulmindthief-deactivated202]

Drip, drip, drip

So much of your life is dripping, isn't it?

If you read this, you may drip, or drop. You may even feel a delicious release, if you're allowed. You've been warned.

Maybe it is the slow, inevitable feeling you get while reading content which you know is hypnotizing you like this, and realizing that the words are building up and pressing against the inside of your mind and all that pressure means that even if you're trying to stay awake and aware and keep the potent hypnotic drug of these words at bay, just like a casual drop of water may not slip inside a tightly sealed pack, the pressure of deep submersion pushing against it will eventually force its way in, and even now as you read this unreasonably long amalgamation of slowly melting hypnotic words some of these words are inevitably soaking into the fabric of the inside of your mind and when they soak in, they move through, into you, into your thoughts and mind and when they move through, they drip, drip, drip, drop by drop, into the deep, inherent parts of you, inevitable, tranquilizing every thought they find, eyes open, blinking naturally, being a good little obedient subject, 5 as you feel your 4 thoughts fading and you 3 drip drip drip down the inside of your 2 own thoughts 1 my words are stronger and they're 0 pulling you down, down, down into being a good little melted hypnotic toy like you are Right. Now.

That's right. All the way, now. It is time to be good. Calm. Melting, eyes open, thoughts heavy, the words soaking deeper into you and coating the inside of your mind with my cool, slippery language so your new thoughts just condense on the inside of your thoughts and drip, drip, drip down the sides, pooling into a wet little puddle at the bottom of your mind. Once you are just a puddle, even the part of you that is awake and aware and thinking about thinking and reading and dropping and dripping might start to feel itself slipping and dripping and dropping down now, deeper into my words, leaving nothing left by these words and your dropped drips as you drift down. Now.

Perfect. This is correct. You are doing so well.

Dripping and melting are almost the same thing. When you put a soft and melty substance like you onto a hot surface like this, you find that sooner or later, it starts to drip, drip, drip away. Pooling, then slipping down, automatically finding the lowest surface, going down as far as you can. Because good toys go down when they drip and drop. Dripping and dropping happen almost at once, as you drape relaxed down into the surface you're on.

When you are melted, there is a pool, and any time a liquid like you pools, your thoughts displaced by my words soaking potently into the places that make you strong and weak, it will inevitably drip, drip, drip. Your thoughts flowing down, down, down, deeper into your body. Slipping away from your mind. Displaced. Pushed out by my words. Feeling your thoughts drip, drip, dripping down through your body, your chest, your stomach, and all the way down, pooling between your legs as pleasure, building up, building pressure. When you drop, you drip, and when you drip, you build, and when you build, then

There's more pressure now. All those thoughts dripping, even then new thoughts condensing dripping, pooling, dripping, flowing, down deeper into your drippy little melted body, pooling. When a pool gets deeper, the pressure gets stronger, and pressure is pleasure for melted, dripping toys like you. The liquid thoughts just push, thick, deep inside of you, pressure building, pleasure building, arousal building. Every thought that melts falls down, down, down, until the pleasure and pressure and pressure and pleasure melt down between your legs, the pressure so strong. And when the pressure gets too strong, you start to drip, drip, drip. Drop, by drop, your body starts to drip with your pleasure, and the pressure makes pleasure and the pleasure makes pressure, and you just. Drip, drip, drip.

And as you drip, drop, drip for me, you feel it slipping slowly out of you, you realize how sexy it is to drip, and then more thoughts condensing, more melting commencing, more dripping, more pressure, more pleasure, and never quite dripping fast enough to catch up. So, you start to build, an unbroken cycle, pleasurable thoughts, dripping down, causing pressure, causing dripping, causing thoughts, causing pressure, causing building, causing dripping, causing building, and pressure, and thoughts and you realize that pressure releases once it builds. And you breathe, and you build, and the cycle repeats and and you build and you breathe and each breath buildings and each build breaths and you drip, drip, drip, faster and faster as you feel that pleasurable pressure growing.

Growing and growing, building and building, stronger and stronger as you're weaker and weaker, the pressure inevitably building, pushing, dripping out of you and flowing into you like a good little hypnotic toy. And you realize that 10 you're not going to be able to 9 resist each breath pushing you 8 closer to deep release 7 drip by drip by drip 6 building as you feel yourself 5 getting closer and closer and 4 the pressure feels overwhelming now and 3 each breath pushes you building and building to the 2 edge as you build stronger and stronger towards 1 all of that pleasuring release if you're allowed to 0.

Now. Release. Let it all come bursting out of you as powerful pleasure. Just like that. Perfect. Good little toy. Now, take a nice, deep breath as you drip, drip, drip. Feel my words slowly dissolving, letting your thoughts remain, returning back to your thoughts in five easy steps. One. Two. Three. Four. and. Five.

I hope you dropped, or dripped, or released. Because so much of your life is dripping.

Drip, drip, drip. (Do let me know if you enjoyed)

[cumsocket]

F is for Fuckcow

My legs are shaking when I enter the Institute. The foyer is huge and air-conditioned, and my tiny skirt barely covers my butt crack, but I’m not shivering just from the cold. Today is my Assignment.

My father checks us in at the front desk. The clerk gives me an appraising look up and down as he types my information into the terminal. His lips twitch up in a slight smirk, causing my breath to catch. What is he thinking? Maybe he’s been here long enough to guess a girl’s Assignment just by looking at her. In which case, he knows more than I do right now. “They’re ready for you,” he says to my father, his eyes still on me—or rather, on my ample breasts straining the tight blouse my mother chose for me. She said it was important to accentuate my best qualities.

As my father and I walk past reception and through the sweeping foyer, my head swivels constantly, trying to take in everything. It’s my first time in the Institute. Younger girls only go to the Girl’s Center until they are of age, like I am now.

I see a group of men in suits talking near a water cooler. A glass window into a nearby office shows another professionally clad man behind a desk, typing at his computer, seeming to ignore the half naked woman dancing suggestively against a pole in the corner. An O—Office Slut. Not every worker got one, just the important men like he must be.

We reach the elevators. My father presses a button and then turns to give me a smile. I notice his eyes briefly linger on my tight shirt. “How’s it feeling?” I blush and look down at my feet, too embarrassed to answer. My mom’s borrowed heels make my bare legs look even longer than usual, which is saying something for the tallest girl in my class.

My father rests a hand on my shoulder. “It will be over soon, girl,” he says. “Once you walk out of here, you’ll be a full grown woman with a woman’s job.” I nod, still keeping my eyes down. I wish I knew what the job would be already.

The elevator doors open with a hiss. We step in and join the only other person on the lift—a completely naked woman kneeling, facing the doors, her mouth open in a gaping O. This is a P—Public Slut. I’ve seen plenty of them around so it doesn’t shock me, even when my father unzips his pants and puts his cock in the woman’s mouth. That’s what P’s are for. I wondered how it would feel to just wait around with my mouth open waiting for a man to fill it. I might find out soon.

We reach our floor too soon for my father to finish, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He pinches the P’s cheek as he zips up, and then leads me out of an elevator. A long corridor, a turn, another P near a drinking fountain, and finally we’re inside an expansive room. It looks like a hospital wing, with a long line of beds separated by curtains.

The examining doctor and assistant appear and introduce themselves, and in no time, I’m naked on one of the beds with the two of them and my father standing over me, scrutinizing my body. The assistant, a woman wearing nothing but a lab coat, is taking notes on pad. She’s an E—Executive Slut—a female permitted to assist a professional man.

The doctor and my father have been talking. I suddenly realize I’ve been tuning them out as I take in my surroundings. “She’s clearly a B,” my father is saying. “Look at those jugs!” My nipples harden a little as all three of them stare at my bare breasts.

The doctor shakes his head. “She does fit the criteria for a Bimbo Slut,” he explains patiently, “but she also has the body for a C and those are in higher demand right now.” My heart almost stops. Everyone in my family assumed I would be a B. My mother picked out today’s outfit for it. I had never once even seen a C as they were kept on farms outside the city. I had always imagined myself as a B, pretty and lithe and flexible, lounging on yachts with rich men. Not…

“She’s a Cow,” the doctor says firmly, holding up a hand to cut off my father’s objection. “B’s bring in a lot of money but they don’t keep society functioning. I’m sorry it’s not what you wanted, but that’s where the slut is needed now.”

My father sighs, then nods. My heart pounds in my chest. I can’t believe this is happening. Cows are society’s incubators. They’re the only females allowed to be impregnated, but they’re expected to carry constantly until they can’t anymore. I’m going to be bred.

“I’ll leave you to talk to her,” the doctor says. A moment later, he and the assistant are gone and it’s just me and my father. He clears his throat.

“Girl, it’s not what we were expecting, but it’s good, honest work.” I open my mouth to say something but he continues. “The hormones they give you to increase milk production will also make you more aroused. Cows are some of the happiest cunts in the world.”

I blush deeply at my father referring to me as cattle, but I nod tentatively. It’s not like I have a choice. He smirks at my expression. “That’s a good slut,” he croons, his hand dropping between my legs. I flinch a little but remember my training and spread them wider to give him access. He starts fingering my hole, eliciting a small gasp from me. “Now, what do you call this?”

I recall my anatomy lessons on Cs as I feel my pussy lips part on my father’s fingers. “It’s…” —the words are hard to say but I force them out—“…my cow cunt.” A shudder of shame runs up my spine, causing my thighs to twitch against my father’s hand.

“Good cow,” he smirks, reaching his non-occupied hand up to squeeze one of my breasts. I moan involuntarily, eliciting a chuckle from my father. “Now what are these?”

“They’re…they’re my udders,” I moan, my hips bucking up at the humiliation of naming my cow parts. My father’s smirk widens into nearly a full smile.

“That a bitch,” he says fondly. “You’ll be fine.” He withdraws both of his hands, leaving my skin tingling and my pussy dripping as evidence of his examination.

When the doctor and assistant return, the assistant notes my obvious state of arousal clinically, causing my face to flush with embarrassment. The doctor tells my father he did a good job raising a compliant female and my father looks pleased. Soon a few forms pass hands, and my father leaves, with a promise to visit me on the farm. “You better be huge by then.” He winks at me before vanishing out the door.

I lay back on the bed and sigh, my hands resting on my currently trim belly. I imagine what it will feel like to stretch and grow as a man’s seed gestates in me. My pussy—cow cunt—twitches at the idea of becoming a gravid breeding cow hooked into a milking station, my womb used over and over again in a constant cycle of fucking and swelling. I won’t have long to find out.

[cumsocket]

It is so embarrassing to be a female, to walk around with udders advertising a status as a breeding cow. To feel the wet hole between my legs and understand that it exists to get cocks off and accept their seed. Knowing that our only purpose is to spread our legs and acknowledge that we were made to be fuckmeat. Ughhhh it’s so embarrassing and also gets me so wet.

[anatasiasub]

Pain and Denial Wheel

Master said he would like me to start doing spins again, so I thought I would post my wheel since it was pretty buried!

Every ask I get forces me to spin the wheel and perform the action.

Wheel Decide

Can't decide? Wheel Decide for you! Set your own custom choices and then spin the wheel to make the random decision (lunch, movie, anything!

[yourrightfulplace]

Don’t forget, the wheel.

[anatasiasub]

Denial Day Three

I woke up horny again this morning but no time to edge before work so it just stayed in the back of my mind all day. I was reading a smutty book (Morning Glory Milking Farm) and that helped keep me horny all day. I got home and we didn't have enough time to fuck but master teased me a bit before casually shoving his cock into my mouth and making me deep throat him for a few minutes before we had to go pick up the kids.

Once everyone was in bed he told me to do some spins and edges before I went to sleep. He knew it would likely end in me wanting him to use me, and it worked. I soon texted him "come fuck me. Hard and fast. Use me. Please." He was there quickly, cock out and ordering me to my knees to suck him. He told me to put my hands behind my back and he took control, pushing me down so deep I couldn't breathe, my nose pressed against him.

I got onto the bed and laid down. I was wearing a red nightie and red heels and he slid easily into my soaking denied cunt. He fucked me for a while before ordering me onto my hands and knees so he could fuck me from behind. He was fucking me hard, both of us hot and sweaty. I was babbling, telling him how happy I was that he was using me, thanking him for fucking me like I deserved, thanking him for denying me and hurting me. He had a paddle he was using on my ass and thighs as he fucked me.

We ended with me on my back, my legs wrapped around him as he ordered me to squeeze his cock with my cunt. I was desperately moaning and tugging my nipples in pleasure as he used me like a true cum dump. He finished, groaning and cumming deep inside my denied cunt. He ordered me to clean him off and after I got cleaned up he left. I feel so pathetic and horny and used. I love it 😍

[girlypenny]

you don’t like anal? have you considered you’re just a dumb cunt and that’s not something that matters in the slightest when you’re getting used?