#female sub

[playfully-sadistic]

Time to break down some common sub phrases and what they're really wanting to tell you, baby doms! And don't worry, they'll absolutely deny this, but trust me... Their blushes are quite the confirmation.

"You have nice hands" meaning "I want your fingers in my mouth, in my hole(s), around my throat, bruising my waist, thighs, ass and chest, holding my hands together on my back or above my hand, and also used to slap me across my face :)"

"I like your voice" meaning "Please call me disgusting, degrading things while I'm on my knees for you, and also praise me and call me cute, endearing things, or threaten me or tell me what you wanna do to me, just fuck, please, don't stop talking."

"Make me" meaning "Please show me that you can handle me when I'm challenging your dominance, show me that you can shut me up when I'm being provocative and difficult and bratty, please, show me that you know how to make me feel owned and submissive, even when I act like I'm in charge. Show me you're in charge, remind me, remind me your worth my submission."

"You don't own me" meaning "Fuck, I'm begging you to show me that you own me, I need to be reminded, treat me like your property, yours yours yours yours."

*incoherent whiny noises* meaning that you're doing everything perfectly, keep it up, hehe, and don't ever think of stopping before they're a fully melted, whimpering mess.

"It hurts" meaning "This is turning me on so much, please, don't stop, please, keep hurting me."

"It's too much, please stop, this is so embarrassing" meaning "I love when you embarrass me, it makes me so horny, I love being made to feel needy and perverted by you, don't stop."

"Stop praising me like I'm a pet" meaning "Please praise me like I'm a pet - put me in ears and a tail, and a collar and a leash while you're at it."

"Gross, are you really into that?" meaning "That's so hot, fuck, I'm into it too."

[zephyrlight]

A sub that does "adultier" things during the day, like go to work, uni or others coming home and just wanting to let go will always have my heart.

Out of your clothes, you don't need them here.

On your knees love, let me tie this pretty satin bow around your neck.

Close your eyes for me babe, let me take away your sight too.

Want me to put in a gag, let's see you drool like the dumb pup you crave to be.

Or you want me to leave out the gag, want to hear your little sounds and whimpers.

Don't worry love, there's no punishment today.

Its all about you. Tell me whatever it is you want.

[theempress00]

Having her breathing heavily after I've fingered and made her cum, panting with her body still trembling.

"You did such a good job princess"

Then making her suck on my fingers and taste herself while I play with her hair and caress her soft body

[edenhassteele]

This will have to wait until the weekend. I will gather all the stress I have and will have the wildest sex yet. So yes, bring all the stress win weekdays, the weekends are mine! 💪😝

[toythrob]

You know the rules baby. If you can’t keep your panties dry, you have to take them off.

What do you mean, it’s not fair? Just because I made you edge all day without letting you cum?

Now take your soaking wet panties off and give me 10 more edges. Still no cumming of course.

If you keep talking back, I’m going to gag you with them and give you a nice, hard spanking.

[soundsofpleasure]

by queenofpendragons

soft sweet whimpering as i beg you to let me come

[unobtainablex]

Be a good PET and put that tongue to good use! Lick my soles till they’re sparkling ✨

[laurentidal]

Monitored Activity

The email had come from IT right at the beginning of the workday with the subject line "Attn HR. Problematic Monitored Activity."

Dear Miss Villanova, In accordance with company policy, we are writing to inform you that employee Joseph Ulish was found to be acting in violation of the company's internet usage policies during our last audit of online activity. We are attaching evidence for your review and action. Thank you, Martin Shore, IT Dept. Head

Lily gave a long sigh. It was the first time an employee had been caught looking at porn on company time, though it was certainly bound to happen eventually. She took a breath and gave herself a little hope. Who knows. Maybe it wasn't porn at all. Maybe Joe was on poker stars or he was shit talking the company on social media.

But as she opened the attached list of websites, she knew that those hopes were false ones.

Sixty-two websites were enumerated and organized by the date of first access. Accompanying the list was a breakdown of how many times each site had been visited and how long he had spent there. Lily whistled softly to her empty office. With these kind of numbers, it was a miracle Joe had gotten any work done. At the very least, he should be getting fired for theft of time.

She opened the first site and was shocked to see only text. Only a glance would tell you that it was almost certainly smut, but still. If he was going to try to get away with porn at work, text was certainly the most effective method for staying under the radar. And what exactly was "erotic mind control?" Out of curiosity, Lily found herself reading the whole way through the story. She wasn't too prudish to admit to herself that he might have been onto something here. Certainly not appropriate for work! But this was certainly… having an effect, shall we say. Perhaps there was some unidentified fetishes still hiding in that brain of hers.

Site number two was actual porn. Just straight up pornography videos. She closed it quickly, lingering just long enough to catch sight of a few choice body parts. She was human after all.

Sites three through eighteen were all social media pages once again dedicated to this mind control stuff. It seemed there were an impossible number of sub-genre's to this already incredibly niche thing. Lily was fascinated. The pages were stories and videos and audio notes. Most fascinating were the pages seemingly dedicated entirely to flashing gifs and spinning graphics. She found herself scrolling through them slower and slower.

She never noticed when her left hand had left her keyboard.

More porn. More smut. More porn. More spirals. More spirals. More spirals.

By the time Lily reached the fiftieth website, her pants were around her ankles. She didn't know how many times she'd brought herself to completion. Her eyes were glassy and unblinking. The words in the stories and the images and comics burned into her psyche. And oh. The spirals.

The spirals.

She wished she could stop and stare at each one forever. But she had a job to do. She had a list to complete. Link sixty-two opened to a website that Joseph had accessed just this morning before she'd arrived. The site was a full screen spiral. Black and white with streaks of red and blue that made it seem more real than reality. And in the middle there was a button that simply read "Submit?"

She clicked it immediately. The button disappeared, leaving her staring at the spiral alone. She had no more work to do. The list was complete. She could just stay like this forever.

The door to her office opened and Joseph entered, followed by Martin.

"I'm so happy you were the one who got to review my file, Miss Villanova," Joseph said. He snapped his fingers and Martin locked the office door and began to undress. "Martin here was the first to comb through my activities. He did just a good job cataloging everything, don't you think? He had to look so long and so close to compile that report. He was shooting his first load before he'd finished reading that first story, weren't you?"

"Yes, Master," Martin said dully as the pair approached.

"He tastes quite nice, Lily," Joseph said right in her ear as she helplessly masturbated to the spiral. "You'll see."

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[playfully-sadistic]

Getting yourself off again, angel? Second time today, isn't it? Or already the third, fourth, fifth? You're such a greedy, insatiable thing. Now, now, don't stop on my account - no, keep going, you're doing great.

But your touches are a little too intense, don't you think? A little too... on the nose, too obviously intended to make you come. Good little pets don't finish fast - if at all - no, they edge and edge, over and over again, until they finally get permission to let themselves go and succumb to their primitive needs. So... Lighter. Slower. No rubbing, only caressing, no fingering, only teasing your hole with your fingertips.

But first things first, fingers off entirely. Apparently, you need someone to guide you through the entire process, don't you? You're just too impatient and worked up, full of hormones and heat, to be able to regulate yourself, poor baby. Don't worry, I'll do it for you, step by step, nice and slow. Nothing makes it easier for you than having someone to order you around and tell you exactly what you're allowed to do. Now, isn't it extra fun that, even though nothing stops you from going further before I allow you to, we both know that you won't? You'll be good and behave, just for me, less even, just for a few written words, the illusion of a dom hovering over your barely clothed body and whispering sweet commands against the shell of your ear.

Touch your chest first. Even if it does nothing for you, even if you barely have any sensation in it, I want your fingers circling your nipples, your fingernails gently scratching over them, pinching them between two of them, pulling, massaging. Put on a show, as if someone was watching you. If you have some clamps around, get them, and tease yourself with them - not quite putting them on, but rubbing over your areola, using it to pinch and pull as well. Feel that, treasure? That's what you get for being patient and taking your time. That nice pulling feeling in your stomach... Yeah, that's good, isn't it? Good job. Toy with your chest and nipples some more, make them swollen, sore, red, make sure they already ache before you finally put on those clamps. If you don't own any, you go ahead right now, and order some. The most humiliating, the prettiest ones you can find. And I want you reading through this post again when they arrive, so you can properly get off to it.

Now, I'm sure by now your legs have fallen open all by themselves, mh? Revealing a soaked, hot mess in between, throbbing and begging for attention. So tempting to put your hand right in the middle of it and grope yourself, but you'll be good for me and keep your hands to yourself, love. For now, all you're allowed to do is let your fingers brush over your stomach... Drawing little circles around your belly button, long swirls that slowly go further down, ah, there's that nice feeling of your guts tensing up, isn't it? God, you're so predictable, such a simple thing. Oh, it's fine, you're merely a body in need of being fucked right now, no wonder your brain turns into simple mode.

Gently tease yourself with your fingernails along your lower stomach, before you move onto your thighs - oh, my, you're really desperate, spread them out as far as possible, and let me guess, you only just noticed now how far you've opened up, haven't you? A proper slut for the taking, good job, my angel. Touch your thighs, not the inner parts yet, just explore yourself, palms tracing your muscle, reaching up to your hip, moving onto your stomach again, where that nice, tight feeling comes back. Slowly let your fingers glide to the inner part of your thighs, where your ticklish, and it usually only works to get touched there when it's someone else's fingers, but, oh, fuck, darling, today's different, isn't it? Touching yourself so intensely, yet thoughtfully, it's really showing its effect on you, mh? That's perfect, you're doing so well, yeah, touch and tease your thighs some more, move those fingers up until...

Now you're allowed to move them right in between your legs. That feels good, hm? Finally letting your fingertips feel your own heat, swollen and twitching, feeling your own wetness, only caused by a post. Doesn't that truly show how desperately you need guidance and being made to feel utterly submissive? Don't keep those moans in, show everyone that you're such a needy, horny doll, so desperate to touch themselves. Why the modesty? Let it out. Rub yourself - slowly, dear - and feel yourself up, and know that you've done anything to this point because you followed orders, because you obeyed, because you just couldn't do it yourself and needed someone else so fucking badly, you needed someone to tell you what to do, does it feel like I'm there with you, do you like it, mh? Does it turn you on to know that I took the time writing this, for you to follow every step and work yourself up?

If you own a vibrator, you'll use it now. If it's the kind that you shove inside your needy hole, then do it, don't be gentle, don't be slow, shove it inside of you on the highest settings, as deep as it can go, and use your hand to continue rubbing. If it's the kind that you put on yourself, lay it on you, don't press it against you - we wouldn't want you to get too excited now, would we? - and shove your fingers inside of your instead. Fuck yourself. Make it good. Make it hard to not fall off the edge. Make it as rough and fast and overstimulating as you possibly can. Make it feel humiliating how fucking close it gets you that you're doing this in the first place. Feel the weight and tension that your heat brings - lean into it. Open your mouth, let the moans and whines and all those pretty noises out, don't close it to swallow, let your drool run down your chin - pant. It's getting hard to not come, isn't it? Poor baby.

Do you want me to give you permission? You do. I know. It's okay, baby, relax, keep fucking yourself open like that. A little patience.

Getting harder, mh? Feeling it in your guts already? God, you're so...

Think you can manage a bit longer?

Soon, my angel. You sound so good when you're desperate.

Almost there.

Ready, love?

Come for me, right now.

[sirsslvt]

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[eenslaved]

"Don't worry about the noise," Mr. Payne said casually, "everyone knows why you're here."

Ana flushed, biting her lip. She was bent over Mr. Payne's desk, her bra-less tits hanging out of her blouse, while the warden pounded into her.

"I want to hear you, girl. I want to hear how much you want this."

He slapped her ass. Ana yelped at the sting. Pleased, Tom Payne continued spanking her. His private office filled with the sounds of loud, harsh smacks that made her buttocks wobble, his thighs slapping against hers, and his cock sluicing in and out of her sex.

Ana groaned at the spanking, at taking her fucking. It never got easier. Once a week, she had to show up at the prison and present herself to the warden. Using her was the payment he took in exchange for giving Ana's stepfather more privileges and comforts while he was in prison.

"That's it," Mr. Payne grunted. "Yeah, squeeze my dick. Fuck yourself on my cock, you slutty girl. You're being such a good girl, Ana. Beautiful Ana."

Ana whimpered. The warden's cock was bruising her cervix with every thrust, his balls swinging into her clit. It was so terrible how good this felt.

During the rest of the week, Ana wasn't allowed to touch herself. She wore a belt that the warden got for her. It went around her waist and between her thighs, and there was a metal plate that shielded her sex, and an opening for her anus. She could perform her bodily functions - she cleaned herself after by spraying between her legs with the shower head - but she had no contact whatsoever with her pussy.

Only the warden had the key to unlock Ana's belt. She had to earn the key; if she wasn't sufficiently pleasing, then the warden kept her locked up and used her mouth and ass instead.

Ana had done a lot of things to earn the key. Crawling around his office, fetching a ball he tossed for her, and barking like a dog. Giving him a sexy lap dance. Cleaning his shoes with her tongue. Kneeling under his desk while he worked, gently suckling his balls until he fisted her hair and forced her head down over his cock. Receiving a caning.

Today, he unlocked the belt after Ana pushed her tits around his cock and fucked him like that until he came, spurting, across her face. Then he whipped her with the wooden ruler on his desk until he was hard enough to fuck her pussy.

"You're a good girl, Ana," the warden said. "Such a good stepdaughter. Do you miss your master when you are away from me? I think you need to come see me more often. Only I can give you what you need, isn't that right? Only very special girls like you get this wet when being spanked and fucked. Yes, you just clenched on me again. I'd like to take you home with me..I have a custom-made room all ready for you. A purpose-built room for me to play with you. Afterwards you would be locked up again. Would you like that, Ana? To have even fewer freedoms than your jailbird stepfather? I have a cage for you, Ana, and chains. Ah, your pussy is rippling around my cock. There it is. You're coming on my cock, I feel it...beautiful slut."

[soundsofpleasure]

by queenofpendragons

[rthornewrites]

You go to sleep a guest of the manor, and you wake starfished across the bed, limbs tied to the wooden carved bedposts, hips angled just-so so your cunt is exposed to the bare air, nothing to hide you, nothing to rub against.

You buck against the ties, but there's no give at all, just unyielding tension and the firm grip of the cuffs.

Your clit throbs with need, so wet that you can feel drips weeping out onto the bed. The brush of air against your clit feels like it might drive you out of your mind.

"Usually we just have a fun few days," a voice says from nearby, and then the mistress of the manor materializes out of the shadows nearby. She has something in her hand, something cylindrical and shiny like glass. "But you showed up so arrogant, disrespected my staff, and I have no patience for that."

"Let me go," you demand, pulling again on the ties.

"You agreed to a week at my mercy," she says. She steps closer, until she's just beside the bed. She looks so untouchable, just like she did when you first met her yesterday.

You feel very vulnerable under her gaze. Your cunt feels so achingly empty, clenching around nothing.

"I didn't agree to this," you argue. You try to close your legs, but you can't manage even an inch.

She smiles. "You agreed to everything, even if you thought that meant me giving you everything you want. But I think instead, I will make you suffer for your insolence, until I've decided you've paid enough."

She twists open the cap of the glass bottle in her hands, pulling out a dark dropper dripping with liquid.

"What--"

"It's an oil," she says, holding the dropper over your cunt and dripping a long steady stream. It mixes in your public hair, and you think you can feel some of it sliding down between your lower lips, against your clit. It's body temperature, or nearly so, and you're not sure you can even feel it with as wet you are. "It's made from herbs that grow only here, aphrodisiacs that, when distilled in oil, make you so aroused you think you might lose your mind from it if you don't get to come. I added a little before you woke as well, just to get you ready, but only a little then so as not to wake you early."

You already feel like that, like all you can think about is how much you need friction or pressure or something against your dripping cunt. You try to shift your hips, to find something on the bed to rub against, but there's no give to the ties at all.

"I'll come back later," she tells you, pocketing the bottle. "I think you'll find, with nothing to give you relief, you'll have an opportunity to think about your disrespect."

You start begging before she's even out of the room.

[laurentidal]

Crate & Spiral

Inspired by this.

Lauren browsed the aisles of the new antique store that had opened in town. There wasn't much here, but it was cute. Homey, in a way. There was a calming vibe to the smell of wood and dust. The low hum of clockwork filled the air and made you feel like you'd stepped back in time.

The owner smiled warmly when she entered and told her that he'd be around if she needed anything. Nice and polite and kept his eyes on her face.

Lauren wandered from one row to the next, feeling at times like this store was bigger than it should have been. Deeper than the building should have allowed. Easy to get lost or lose time. Funny with all the clocks ticking away on the walls.

Then just as she'd decided maybe it was time to head back for the door, she saw it. There inside a small wooden crate was a... Another clock maybe? It was a black and white spiral painted on a small metal disc. It clicked and whirred and spun lazily, holding her attention. There weren't any numbers on it, but what else could it be?

She stared at it, captivated. Time lost meaning. Touch lost meaning. Her eyes never wandered. Never wavered. Her heart and breath slowed. Her mind slowed, then dimmed, then went blank completely. There was nothing but the spiral.

Distantly she heard a voice speaking. It might have been hers. How could she know? She'd forgotten what her own voice sounded like. Lost it to the spiral. To the black and white. Hands touched her in her hidden places, which may not have been hidden anymore. Outside her. Inside her. It didn't matter. The only direction that mattered was "deeper."

Staring deeper into the black and white. Dropping deeper into trance. Taking him deeper into her.

Deep... Empty... Obedient...

Hypnotized.

She stepped out into the sun, the little bell chiming in the door behind her. She felt something slowly running down her leg under her dress, but thought nothing of it. Thought hardly anything at all. But she just knew she'd have to bring her friends to see this new store. They'd be fascinated by what they'd find so deep inside.

[playfully-sadistic]

Aww, you poor sweet thing, never had an authority figure treat you quite like you needed, now you're craving such an inappropriate one - a firm, guiding hand, someone to take away your responsibilities when you get overwhelmed with them, someone to tell you "I'll handle this", someone to make you shiver with their mere presence and the way they look at you.

Someone you can kneel down next to, a hand soothingly running through your hair, while they read a book and take a sip of their drink in between, the room filled with gentle quietness and peace, and - despite a long history of issues with authority - when they tell you to get up and fetch them a snack, you're perfectly conditioned to reply "Yes, Sir" and obey, like nothing's more natural to you.

[theempress00]

The shy subs are the cutest!! 😍

Just imagining, a shy sub riding my thighs, whining with each thrust, sobbing softly as they bury their face into my neck try to muffled their moans...

"You're doing great baby, don'thold back your voice" ❤️🥰