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“Stare into the surface, toy. See the reflections. See how smooth and still it is. Just like your mind. No thinking. Just still, smooth, and empty. And as long as the water stays like that, you stay like that. Empty headed. No thoughts. Just blankness. My words sinking in.”

Your partner paused. You had a vague awareness of them lifting their arm. But you couldn’t look away from the surface of the water bucket. Until something broke the surface. A small pebble, causing ripples to spread out, allowing your thoughts to move.

You met your partner’s gaze, who smirked. “Aren’t you worried about spilling water on the carpet?” You asked.

“Not really, they’re small enough that the splash is quite tiny.” They said, gesturing to the bucket, where the water had gone still again.

Just like your mind. “And there we go. No thoughts. Just smooth and still. Until I change it, that is.” They dropped another pebble in. Your thoughts restarted, but quickly stilled, just like the water. Another pebble, and the same thing happened again.

“Can you feel it yet? Your mind sinking deeper with every ripple?” You could. Each stone that dropped gave you a moment of clarity, only for you to sink deeper. “Not that you need to answer. Just keep letting me sink you like a stone. Deeper and deeper, my good toy.”

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Back rubs that turn in to ass and pussy rubs.. reblog if you agree

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Min Enjoys What She's Become

"Uh huh," Min murmured, a sleepy giggle shading her voice. "Taay guud." The words were awfully hard to make out; between her slurred speech and preoccupied tongue, she doubted that anyone but her Master would even have known she was agreeing with him about the flavor of his salty precum as she licked it away. But nobody else really mattered but Master right now, and he already knew exactly what she was saying because he'd dropped the words into her empty mind like a sugar cube tumbling into a glass of warm water. And like that sugar cube, Master's suggestions were slowly spreading throughout Min's lazy, befuddled brain.

It felt sweet like sugar, too. Min could feel her cunt leaking onto the pillow underneath her knees, smearing her thighs with the earthy scent of her own arousal as the taste of her Master's stiff prick made her whole body tingle with lust. She knew that need wouldn't find release, not today; denial made her dumber, weaker, more submissive and eager to please, and she agreed with Master that those were all wonderful things for a good girl like her to be. It became its own little feedback loop--the more Master denied Min her orgasms, the wetter she got thinking about them and the more she found herself edging to thoughts of her own subjugation. And all that potent excitement fed into her sloppy, enthusiastic blowjobs.

In her more lucid moments, early on waking when Min's brain hadn't yet noticed the insistent throb of her pussy and she could actually think about her own submission, the young Korean woman marveled at her progress from a shy, nervous college student experimenting with her own sexuality to a brainwashed cockslut who couldn't imagine anything more wonderful than settling down on the floor between her Master's legs to worship his dick for a few hours. She'd imagined herself to be so daring the first time she sent a picture of herself to one of the hypnotists she followed online, even though it didn't show her face, but she'd left that hesitance behind long ago as she fully embraced the slave she wanted to become.

But this wasn't a lucid moment, and if Master had asked Min probably wouldn't even have remembered a time when she didn't want to be down on her knees slurping his cock like a lollipop. The fog of lust took everything else away, convincing her that she had no choice but to worship his stiff prick even though her deep self knew better, and about the smartest thought she could manage right now was, "Uh huh, tastes good." And she couldn't really even get the words out properly. It was kind of glorious, honestly.

Eventually, her constant prick teasing left Master's cock so drippy and drooly that Min couldn't keep pace with the flow of precum, and all her efforts to try got him so worked up that he spattered her face with a gush of semen that made her look more like a slut than ever. He went to get himself cleaned up, and Min scooped the jizz off her cheeks with her fingers before licking them clean… and as her slick hand drifted between her equally slick thighs, she hoped it wouldn't be long before her performative masturbation got her owner nice and hard again.

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sigh

I went to onlysmartgirlswhowanttobehypnotizedtobedumb.com, but there's nothing there

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I’m having so much sex with you in my mind

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"what a nerd lol" i said with barely controlled lust

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Stop watching the news.

They're manipulating your emotions to maximize watch time. They aren't trying to keep you informed, they're trying to keep you scared so that you keep you watching, and to control your perceptions of what's happening in the world.

Trust me. Their bullshit is from first year evil hypnotist college.

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I'm going to fuck that nerd

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I need "I can't believe I get to fuck you" type of sex

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Aftercare is important even online….

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Red Flags for Dating as a Submissive

Here’s the most important thing I can say about dating as a submissive:

You are 100% entitled to maintain your boundaries right up until the point where you agree to give control to a partner. Anyone who says otherwise can fuck right off.

With that said, I’ve compiled a set of red flags I’ve come across in dating.

Red Flag #1: Passive Aggressiveness

When a submissive calmly raise a concern with a Dominant and they respond passive aggressively, this is a very bad sign. For D/s to work well, I firmly believe that both parties must be able to communicate honestly and openly. This is particularly important for submissives early in a relationship. Submissives who are not comfortable with something have to be able to speak up, or the dynamic is doomed from the start.

The passive aggressive Dominant shuts down this open communication. They aren’t interested in your comfort or your trust; they just want you to shut up and do as you’re told. “Fine, I won’t say it ever again.” No, that’s not what I said. But I was uncomfortable, and you didn’t care. Passive aggressive behavior makes no attempt to understand feelings or care for them. It puts earplugs in and does whatever it wants anyways. A person like this is dangerous, on either side of the slash.

Red Flag #2: Rapid Mood Swings

If someone goes from being incredibly excited to see you to lashing out in anger in the span of 20 minutes (and you did not, say, kill their dog), this is not a stable person. Rapid mood swings are a red flag in general, but in a Dominant, they can be terrifying. Submissives put so much trust in their Dominants to be a reliable, solid source of support. Rapid mood swings can destroy that trust. Again, this one is true on both sides of the slash. To be clear, it’s one thing to experience volatile emotions and quite another to lash out at one’s partner over them. Dominants who do this are incapable of controlling themselves, and for that reason, they should never be trusted to lead a D/s dynamic.

Red Flag #3: Guilt Trips and Manipulation

One of the most important traits in a Dominant is respect for boundaries. The things we do require so much trust that a submissive must know their boundaries are respected. Guilt trips try to needle you away from your boundaries into a space where you have not freely consented to give yourself.

“If you really loved me, you would…"—Oh? If you really loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to do something after I’ve said no. Repeatedly. And given you reasons.

“You’re keeping me from being myself if you don’t let me do this.“—All I said was that I’m not ready yet. If your identity involves taking control from people who aren’t ready, then go be yourself with someone else.

“I’m the worst Dom ever and don’t deserve you.“—I call this one the crocodile tear guilt trip. It’s designed to get you to say, “No, you’re wonderful.” And then they say, “Then why won’t you do x for me?” This faux self-pity nonsense is both weak and manipulative.

Red Flag #4: Invalidating Your Feelings

If you feel uncomfortable or unhappy or not ready for something, you are 100% entitled to feel that way. Now, a good submissive (or relationship partner in general) will try to understand those feelings and share the reasons for them to help their Dominant lead more effectively. And a good Dominant will listen and try to understand. But if a Dominant says you shouldn’t feel what you feel, that’s a red flag. If a Dominant brushes your feelings off as a sign of inexperience or lack of knowledge or any other thing, that’s a red flag. If you are uncomfortable, you are uncomfortable. Full stop. Maybe you will be more comfortable with talking and research and so on. But that does not invalidate your feelings in this moment. And any Dominant who tries to invalidated your feelings like that is not someone you can trust to take care of you.

Red Flag #5: Assuming Control in One Area Means Control in All Areas

It’s not unusual to give control in some areas before others. In fact, this is basically how it should happen. Gradually, submissives and Dominants build trust, and submissives offer more and more control to their Dominants. It’s a beautiful thing.

Many Dominants try to take too much control too early. They get twitchy sometimes because they know how to fix all the things if we would just let them have control omg now please. But good Dominants will recognize when they’ve overstepped and will step back. It’s a red flag when they don't—when they assume that control in one area entitles them to control everywhere.

Dominants do not have control unless you give it to them. Freely and enthusiastically. Period. Control in the bedroom, for example, doesn’t give a Dominant the authority to create new rules unilaterally. Especially early on. It’s a red flag when a Dominant demands new rules without first discussing them and understanding the submissive’s feelings. And it’s a flaming red flag when they get angry when you push back or say you’re not ready.

Red Flag #6: Overuse of the Phrase “Topping from the Bottom”

I don’t universally hate the phrase “topping from the bottom” as some people do. But I will say that 80% of the time I see it, it’s being used to manipulate an uncomfortable submissive into silence and obedience. This phrase is especially alarming when there is no committed D/s dynamic. In the early stages of dating, submission is more-or-less ad hoc. You choose to obey (or not) in every moment, as you feel comfortable. And you make that part of your ongoing dialogue about what you’re ready to give and what you’re not.

When a Dominant pushes your boundaries, you are entitled to say no. And if they say this is topping from the bottom, they can fuck off. Maintaining boundaries in areas you have not given control is not topping from the bottom. Maintaining boundaries when you are not in a committed dynamic is not topping from the bottom.

You cannot top from the bottom in areas where you have not consented to be bottom.

Red Flag #7: Questioning Your Submissiveness

“I pretty much figured out you aren’t really submissive about a week ago.” This came after a Dominant repeatedly stepped over my boundaries. This Dominant tried to unilaterally set a rule 2 weeks into us dating and got angry when I said I was willing to do a task but not have an established rule. Then a week later, this Dominant demanded more of my time. When I gave very specific, good reasons about my life being incredibly stressful for the next month or so, this Dominant told me I’m not a real submissive.

If a Dominant is going to insult your identity because you don’t follow rules you never agreed to, they can 100% fuck right off. Being a submissive is not about letting anyone with a D by their name walk all over you from the first moment they meet you. Anyone who expects that does not give a shit about who you are or what you need. They do not respect you. They will not take care of you.

Submissives have a right to boundaries, right up to the point that they freely and enthusiastically give control of those boundaries to their Dominants. Anger, instability, manipulation, and repeated overstepping are huge red flags in a Dominant. I won’t give my submission to just anyone, and I won’t give it to anyone who shows such entitlement and disregard for my boundaries. Especially early on. I know who I am. No one is going to make me question my submissive heart. Especially not someone so domineering and undeserving of my trust.

I’m sure this list is only the beginning. Please feel free to add to these with your own red flags.

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Lily walked past the lobby receptionist and gave the young woman a sweet smile and wave. The little red head returned the gesture to Lily before returning to whatever clerical work she had to do. From there Lily was in the elevator, and it was just that easy.

Lily was a highly capable thief, but when she got the security layout for this building she triple checked it was the real deal. This luxury apartment tower had units for some of the city’s wealthiest clientele. Lily refused to believe the only security were a couple cameras and an irregular patrol. She’d avoided the patrol and waving to the front desk was a convenient excuse to hide her face from the only lobby camera. The badge swipe in the elevator was nothing more than security theater, meaning Lily was free to go into whichever apartment she wanted now.

“Let’s start with the top,” she muttered to herself.

She clicked the button for the 75th floor and felt the elevator begin to slowly rise. She let out a sigh when a few seconds passed before the floor indicator changed to 2. At this rate it would be a couple minutes to reach the top floor.

“Maybe the badge makes the elevator move faster,” she said, tapping the top floor button a couple more times.

So Lily just let herself drift and plan what to steal first. This may be a heist, but it’s not like there were any risks in an empty elevator. She just had to be patient for a little longer than she’d been planning.

She suddenly felt a momentary sense of lightheadedness that made her lean against the railing. It snapped her out of her daydreams and she looked around the empty elevator. Her eyes darted to the floor indicator which was still only in the twenties. She blinked a couple times before allowing herself to relax again. This complete lack of security must be hurting her nerves.

“I should relax,” she told herself, “I’m not supposed to be here. I know. But no one else knows that. I need to relax so they don’t notice.”

Her mind started to fixate on what she’d said. She needed to blend in to avoid being caught. A dozen personas crossed her mind and she narrowed down her options to the most believable: secretary.

She furrowed her brow at the idea. It was very believable, but was it believable enough? She glanced at the floor indicator and noted hse still had time. Secretary wouldn’t cut it. She needed a different persona.

She looked down at herself. She was hot and she knew she was hot. She’d played up her sexuality multiple times to sneak around, so she’d do it here too. Clearly she needed to pretend to be a date or a slut. She was here to have sex with the apartment owner. That was a much more believable story.

“I’m not slutty enough,” she muttered.

Lily realized she was way too clothed to be a proper slut. Immediately she stripped everything off. Once she was naked a sense of relief washed over her. She’d almost blown her cover by looking like some sort of intelligent woman instead of a ditzy bimbo fucktoy.

“Wait, if I don’t fuck the home owner my disguise will be pointless!” Lily suddenly realized.

She was ad libing as fast as she could. So much of this plan seemed to have fallen apart around her, and she was struggling to think of ways to fix it. She was actually finding it hard to think in general.

“Ok,” Lily began planning aloud to help herself think. “I’ll go into the apartment and… and kneel in the living room. When the homeowner gets back, I’ll offer to fuck them however they wants. Then I can… um, I can… why was I here again?”

The elevator dinged as she arrived on her floor.

Lily’s eyes were staring vacantly ahead of her. She stood motionless for just a moment before leaving the elevator.

“Then I’ll do whatever I’m told I want to do,” Lily told herself. “I’ll do whatever I’m told I want to do. I’ll do whatever I’m told I want to do.”

Lily continued to repeat this as she made her way into the unlocked apartment and knelt in the living room. Her mind firmly sealed away behind the patented, and completely secret, security employed by this apartment complex. Anyone who doesn’t have an elevator badge has their mind emptied as they slowly ride to the destination of their new owners home.