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Me looking like a stereotypical scary domme in public, in all black with a pitbull expression on my face as I furiously work on my laptop, but I'm actually alternating between playing Minecraft, watching BlackPink performances, and writing fan fiction at the same time :-)

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Was just thinking this since I'm learning about leatherworking. Making a collar by hand with her name embossed on it as a gift

Possessive domme and sub.

Just remembered my marksmanship hoodie from high school has my name on the back. Can imagine making him wear it out and about. Me wearing a gold nameplate except it's not my name, it's his.

Possessive domme and sub.

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Cupping his cheeks and giving him a gentle kiss to his forehead, then nose, then reminding him he's your sweet boy. Him.

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I try to seem like a cool domme but I'm really not I'm actually a pretty pathetic, needy, and obsessive person. I can't ever just like someone, I'm crazy for them. I can't do nonchalant and I feel a bit insane tbh

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Dominants, what would you do if your sub gifted you a collar or choker they made by hand themselves? Maybe in your favorite color, maybe even with something fun like "In the care of [your name]" embossed on it?

Recently I've been learning leatherworking and its really fun! I made myself a belt as my introductory project and it's actually so nice and sturdy, I wear it every day and I'm never going to buy another belt in my life. Also made some nice little mystery braid bracelets for myself and a friend. It's a surprisingly forgiving medium and I enjoy the way that by being methodical and careful and patient for a while, I can end up with a nice-looking and durable object, even as a beginner.

I also just get so much satisfaction from using things I made myself in my daily life, same with ceramics and baking/eating with the dishware I make. (Bonus points when I can make something with the thing I made. This summer I baked a souffle in a rammekin I made at a ceramics class and I was so damn proud of myself)

Now. I'm not particularly into petplay, but collars have some appeal, maybe one with a bell. OOOH or a little ring you could pull on to bring me closer to you? Something to wear during scenes or maybe to signal free use / CNC availability when we're around the house? I think it would be such a cute anniversary present or something like that.

I also love what it signifies as far as the submissive's contribution to the dynamic. My submission is already the greatest gift that I can give, and while submission is often seen as being reactive and passive, it's also a big risk and requires me to be very intentional. By providing the collar myself instead of my dominant buying/commissioning one, I am actively reaffirming my commitment and signaling that I am giving my submission, not just receiving domination.

Also, making the collar as opposed to buying one is representative of the care, attention, and effort I contribute to the relationship. I've carefully considered every part of it, and put in the work to make it the best it can be. It also represents the fact that I choose the nature of my submission, just like I choose the shape of the collar. Even as I hand you control, I still get to choose exactly what power I give you as I decide my limits.

There are a few other projects I'd like to do as well. Leather cuffs for bondage would be super fun, with a nice soft liner and made to fit me exactly. A gag is also doable, and that's actually perfect because in addition to making the strap, I have sensory issues with the drool that a lot of gags cause but soft leather bit gags are a good solution to that issue.

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*flirting* i would be so easy to condition into a sex toy

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Do not go gentle into that good knight. He likes to be fucked much harder than that.

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Is this that "buy-it-for-life sub" I keep hearing people on reddit talk about?

I take good care of what's mine. People usually react so shocked when I tell them I had never broke my phone's screen or lost my earphones and how things in general last years on my hands in a perfect state. Why would it be different with you, pretty boy? I'm gonna make you a crying whimpering mess just for later on, at the aftercare I make you feel the most cared for, so spoiled and so loved. You eventually will trust mommy all you life, and puppy, I'm gonna take such good care of it, just like all the things that belong to me.

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When a sub reaches that level of desperation when they start repeating themselves, like "please please please", "thank you thank you thank you", "let me cum, let me cum, let me cum." >>>>

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I ask god.

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No experience = no bad habits

What are your thoughts on a subboy who's never been touched by a woman? How would it make you feel if you were the First for everything for him? Would you take his innocence or preserve it for another? (BTW, I love your blog! Makes me wanna touch myself more than I like to admit 🙄)

You know, you made remember something with that question. I did a sort of online horoscope based on my birthday months ago, out of curiosity and I'm sharing a print of a small part of the entire reading, because it got a way too personal too fast:

You see? It's written on the stars I must be the first to play with a new toy, and this rule definitely applies for boy toys too.

I'll tear him down little by little, like scratches on the ice, corrupting the surface into a beautiful pattern that soon or later will break completely. Doesn't it sound amazing to you? Engraving a mark of your possession that can't ever leave him? Being the first to paint on a immaculate canvas, freely to paint the most beautiful art? Only a fool would refuse that, even more foolish of them if they think of sharing it, or leaving it to someone else.

Just think with me: receiving head pats that aren't from his own hands (I know you guys do it) will make him do everything to get more of those caresses, even though he doesn't know exactly what/how to ask for it. They're so sensitive when they didn't receive the proper attention, and it's so easy to make them addicted to get property taken care of. Teaching him how an actual orgasm should really feel, how to use toys and how society lied to him saying he shouldn't enjoy using different accessories to show off how pretty and how tempting he can be for a woman. Making him discover all his sensitive spots and turn ons and kinks, turning him into the perfect submissive plaything since he will learn from zero how to pleasure me and me only.

It's the perfect boy, just the way I like it the most: touched only by me.

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A sub discovering his dom's favorite color it's diabolical. He will start wearing all pretty accessories and toys that color and that's obscene.

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And after you've been using it a little while you get a little bell that sounds the same and ring it and watch the conditioned reaction

Dear diary, today I discovered that bell butt plugs exist. I had FOMO over it.

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Finding frank discussions of safety, limits, fantasies, and kinks hot in and of themselves helps a lot with this. Highly recommend.

Yea, your girl is a masochist, but have you confirmed the types of pain that she's comfortable with??

Sure, your lover is into petplay, but have you talked about whether you're supposed to yank on that leash??

Absolutely, she's into degradation, but do you know whether that name makes her think of a bad ex??

Mhmm, your girl is into getting choked, but do you know how to grab her without endangering her?? Do you even know if she wants you to stop her blood flow and/or airways???

I see, your darling is into rope, but do you know whether you're tying them up in a position they don't like?? Did you even remember your rounded edge scissors in case of emergency??

Okay, so it's into CNC, do you react with care and compassion if/when it safewords??

Yea, your Dom/me is hot and scary, but have you communicated your needs, and wants, and appreciation for them?? Are you ever making sure they're having fun?? Are you ever even using your safewords, if not why?? You might need to!

Just please, I'm so so tired of hearing people pushed away from/out of kink spaces whether, online or irl, because there are some kinksters out there that cannot practice safely.

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Blowjobs should never be about his pleasure

They should always just be another demonstration of how a woman can own and dominate and control a man

Make him moan and beg as you tease him with your tongue

Make him whimper and and groan and suck him hard and edge him

Make him lose control while you force him to cum and suck him until hes overstimulated and crying

Or just deny him and laugh as he gets more flustered and desperate

Either way he knows he is completely owned and belonging to you

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Not paying enough attention, you stepped wrong and the trapdoor gave way, tipping you into one of the dungeon's many traps, a tentacle pit.

You panic for a second until you realize it's just a juvenile! A big mat of spongy material coating the floor, it's tentacles are only about six inches long and the width of your little finger.

You landed a little awkwardly but as you stand, you feel your trousers loosen and fall off, the fibers dissolving from their slimy mucus. Even your nice boots!

It's ok, it's still too young to hurt you. All the ones you've seen up until now could reach out and grab anything that came within 10 feet of their pit. These are tiny, tapering to a point where the tip has a tiny hole, used to excrete their digestive slime or suck up nutrients.

It's a big square hole about six feet across and twelve feet deep. Not a problem. You reach down to grab your rope and hook and... the rope is dissolving from where it had been tied to your belt.

If you wait, someone will come along eventually and help you out, most adventurers are pretty helpful with newbies.

So you lean against the corner, and you feel the little tentacles wrapping around your feet, twining up to your ankles. It's ticklish, as they writhe under your soles, and you manage to pull your foot free but all you can do is set it down again, no way to fully get away. They aren't strong enough to really grab you while being so slippery, but that hardly matters when you always need at least one foot on the ground.

You try to bear it, the uncomfortable slimy sensation of so many little feelers on your skin, but in a way it's nice after having worn your boots for so long.

But you're also getting tired, and even though the floor is spongy it's still getting painful to stay standing for so long.

You find yourself letting your back slide down the wall as you fall into a sitting position, before jolting as the tentacles push past what little remained of your undergarments, probing around your ass and starting to worm their way inside.

Shocked out of your fatigue for a moment, you move to a kneeling position to keep your body out of their reach, but how long can you hold that?

Whimpering with fear and anticipation, you give in a little to your fatigue and sit down once more.

Almost immediately, several have crawled their way inside, thin on their own but since the mat is so dense with them, there are soon enough to begin stretching you. Those that can't jostle past the others settle for squirming over your rim, a million little tongues. The ones inside aren't content to sit still either, and begin exploring every inch they can reach, pushing and prodding.

Now that it's identified you as not just random debris but a possible mate, it starts excreting its aphrodisiac.

Every inch of skin they touch, your nerves begin to work overtime. You feel like you could count them all individually, and the building pleasure from your prostate is getting too hard to ignore.

You've managed to keep your groin just out of their reach, but you find yourself absently bucking your hips, now almost painfully hard and beginning to feel the need for more.

Gingerly, you settle yourself down fully, your legs folded out to each side where they have wrapped themselves as far as they can around your flesh, not fully encircling your thighs.

You realize it must have mapped the parts of your body it can feel, instinctively knowing that there was more of you out of their reach. Dozens of waiting tentacles stretched tall in the area beneath your throbbing cock, eager to receive you.

As soon as your hard member is within reach, they wrap around it, pulling you farther down where they encircle every inch, squirming energetically and running a shiver up your spine.

One, and thankfully only one, probes briefly at your tip. In the vast ocean of sensation, you hardly notice until its pushing itself inside, filling almost your entire length. It's so intense you cry out, and try to push yourself to your feet, but they grab your hands.

With all four limbs now touching the mat, you don't have the leverage to pull free. They've encircled your ankles and calves, and now your hands are splayed out as they wriggle between your fingers and constrict around your wrists.

Each tentacle working as part of the whole but also individually, the ones around your cock squirm with no discernable rhythm, only doing their best to stimulate every inch of skin they can find.

Fear and lust begin to mingle as you feel the pleasure grow, soon moaning with desire and trying to thrust forward into them, but your lower body is so surrounded you can't move an inch.

You tense and shudder as orgasm arrives, but nothing stops. Immediately, the bliss turns to panic as they refuse to stop pleasuring your sensitive skin. The one that wormed its way inside your urethra pulses slightly, sucking down the loads it receives at the source.

You writhe against their collective strength, utterly helpless as the aftermath of your orgasm grants you no reprieve.

Your mind seems to freeze, stuttering in it's attempt to process the overstimulation. It seems to go on forever, a blinding white torture of overwhelming bliss.

Eventually the mind-breaking trance fades, and your ability to think returns even as you feel the next orgasm approaching. That's when you realize your mistake.

Most tentacle pits will breed their prey once, and then release it. This one is too young, not yet mature enough to be able to actually do anything with your seed or to have any eggs to give you.

It's acting on instinct. Raw, impulsive, immature instincts that haven't yet developed any impulse to stop.

It doesn't know to let you go.

As the next orgasm arrives, you can almost feel it snapping your thoughts in half, pulling apart your resistance as you slump over. The aphrodisiacs have reached your brain, now. Usually they create a lasting subconscious impulse to think of the tentacles, to grow more and more eager to return, and become a more cooperative victim with every visit.

With you, the tentacles seem to squirm inside your brain. All you want is to comply. All you want is this. No need to return if you never leave.

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noncon pleasure domming i think. that dragon will happily lay between your legs and worship you but the minute you try to struggle she's just going to grab your ankles in her claws and remind you that her tongue is very rough and she has to be very careful to not hurt you with it