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i want to whisper "you can do more if you want" to a sadist who is torturing me so i can see the blood frenzy in their eyes

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and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like…would you use my dead body while it’s still fresh and warm? would you eat it right after?

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omfg. his eyes r so pretty. would love to see him in tears and sobbing

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it hurts? ask me to stop, then. say please. god, yeah, just like that. fuck, you’re so cute. keep going, i’m close. i know it’s too much, baby. you can kick and scream. do you need help screaming? you’re pretty when you’re scared. oh, are you crying? you’re so good to me.

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i want to post about what they said to me but it was so specific and creative that i'm scared if they everfind this blog they'll recognize us immediately. but oh my fucking god they really know how to satisfy our darker kinks it's not just a silly teehee one sided perversion they're also very much a pervert

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Just like you have safe words/nonverbal actions to let your partner know to slow down or stop, y'all gotta incorporate predetermined provoking words/actions that let your partner know 'I want you to escalate the scene'.

For example, mine is spitting, if I spit, I just know I'm about to get my shit rocked. It's been scene changing for us, especially for cnc. It's a nice way to beg for more rough treatment without breaking the immersion. I can still fight back and struggle but I get him to choke me harder or slap me like I want.

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oh my god and they called one of us a corpse fucker and he didn't know how to respond because they had a point ToT genuinely so freeing dating someone who can joke around about our paraphilias

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"what if i trained you out of your nicotine habit by punishing you. or would that make you want to do it more" swoons sways stumbles falls flat on my face

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Wanna fall asleep on someone's chest while they hold a knife to my back..

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did you know if your dog is begging you to stop touching him and trying to shove your hands away you can tell him you're not going to stop until he cums and then he just might stop resisting and start jerking off instead just to try to get it over with as fast as he can? And then you get the perk of telling him how good he's finally being and that you told him it would feel good if he let it. he'll definitely cry afterward too.

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someone asking “is this actually turning you on?” in the most condescending tone possible is my kink

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pussy from a boy who cries really hard and can’t stop his hands from shaking when you lead him back to your house with a hand on the back of his neck (he knows it’s his last night alive)

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Bootblacking is top level kink because it's one of the few I can think of where the nominal sub is treated as a thoughtful, knowledgeable technician from the outset.

Like, a flogging bottom might be praised for their ability to take pain and know their limits, or a rope bunny might be recognised as keeping themselves in good physical shape so they can hold complicated stress positions for longer than a novice, but even the most beginner of beginner bootblacks has learnt a little bit of materials science (Will this type of brush scratch this patent finish?), a little bit of basic chemistry (If these were last polished with a silicone wax, how do I remove that to start to bull them?), a little bit of leatherworking history (Is that natural fibre stitching on those surplused Warsaw Pact boots, will my polish rot it?) and spent time practising techniques on their own boots.

And it's one of the few kinks I can think of where the top is so immediately physically and emotionally vulnerable to the bottom in that way: I put my foot in the hands of a stranger bootblacking at a party, and I trust that they won't damage the boots I was gifted by my long-dead Master when I was 17, that they won't soak the stitching and start the rot of the boots I was wearing when I first fucked the love of my life, I trust that they'll carefully work around and treat the cuts and scuffs in the leather that I picked up wearing these same boots marshalling at a dozen prides and going toe-to-toe with strikebreakers and scabs on twenty years' worth of picket lines. The experienced bootblack can look at my soles and where my boots crease, and see that I have a weak hip, that I'm slightly bowlegged, that I don't drive and that I walk even in the weather where I'd rather not. And I trust that they'll see that worn-out, poor, slightly sad old man and still call me "sir".

It just feels like a lot.

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Thinking about forcing two obedient submissive bottoms to hurt each other

Neither of them wants to be doing this, they're clutching at your legs mumbling incoherent pleas at you as you unsheathe the knife and busy yourself removing even the smallest of imperfections from it's edge. Moments later you're taking her hand and pressing the handle of the knife into her palm. It offers her it's outer thigh and just as directed she draws a shaky red line through it's skin. The smallest of moans escapes it's lips and you can see the envy in her eyes.

It takes the blade and holds it to her leg, it hesitates, it looks at you, it begs you not to make it to this it tells you it can't. You take it's hand in yours, you reassure it that it can and what's more it will. It gives in, it's obedience overcoming it's desire to not cause pain. With your hand on it's it pulls the blade through her skin.

Neither knows how long you're going to make them do this, both are too obedient to stop without being ordered, so cut by cut they carve each other up. She's sobbing by the fifth cut, it by the eighth. The pleasure, pain, fear, and disgust at the things their hands are doing mixed together puts them in a mental state that's delicious to you.

By the thirteenth cut it has begun to move with an automation that tells you there's no one home behind it's eyes, it's mind is in another place. And as she takes the knife from it the handle is so soaked in blood she drops it, and fumbles it again as she tries to pick it up. The fun is over, you take mercy on them.

You sponge them off with warm water and antiseptic, you know it stings but they're too far gone to notice. They clutch each other, sobbing, holding so tight you won't be surprised if they have finger bruises by the morning. Once they're all clean and dry you lovingly wrap their wounds in bandages with another good helping of antiseptic. You wrap them up in warm blankets and carry them off to bed. Tomorrow you'll reward them for being so very obedient for you. But right now they enjoy a much needed sleep.

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i would look beautiful with a knife between my ribs. with my eyes wide open, whimpering in agony, writhing in pain — and probably begging for more.

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Teasing a cute sub and trying out different phrases until I stumbled upon "you're safe now" and they audibly moaned and started shaking. Did it again while hushing them and petting their head, stroking their back, and they dissolved into an incoherent, crying, dripping mess that needed to cum so, so, so bad that they didn't know words anymore. Softly encouraged them to let it all out safe in my arms, how precious and good they are for me, what a perfect little toy, until they came so hard, they just went blissfully nonverbal for awhile. I'm different now 👍

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”okay but are you normal about-“ no. I’m an insane pervert.