#praise.

[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."

[fxlseangel]

I spend a lot of time thinking about this moment from Panty and Stocking, when Panty pushes Brief's hair out of the way to see his whole face. I think about it because that's how I wanna be as a soft dom. I wanna make sure that you know I only want you, not anybody else.

I'll climb on top, grinding against you with just enough pressure to make you moan and dig your fingers into my hips so we'll stay as close as possible. My weight against yours will be a reassuring feeling. As long as I'm on your lap, you'll know that I'm still here. And the way I eagerly hump your leg says that I won't be leaving anytime soon.

I'll get rid of everything between us. Anything that hides you from me is immediately gone-- Your clothes are thrown across the room, the blankets are pushed onto the floor, and your hair is slowly pushed back until I see every inch of your face. Once I do, I'll memorize each detail, kissing them as I commit them to memory. I'll look at you like you're the only thing in the world worth looking at.

Then I'll give you the best head of your life. I can only take so much foreplay. :P

But I won't say a word the whole time. My horny mind would only think of you. Wanting you, needing you, pleasing you, and drawing out those gorgeous moans that keep me leaving marks on each body part of yours that I adore so much. At that point, fuck talking. You'll already know I worship you.

I do everything with purpose, and tonight, I'm doing you, because you're the one I love.

[eyes-above--the-waves]

YAY THE NEWBIE FINALLY GETS A GOAL THAT COUNTS!

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

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[w0rnoutsock]

uhm.. yeah..

[revelpleasure]

“Sit still,” he commands absentmindedly, and you do your best to stop squirming as the rope tightens. It feels weird, still, being completely naked while he’s still clothed. Usually the pack lets you keep some clothes on, but apparently he had gotten an image in his head and he wanted to see it come to fruition. Thankfully, he took your lack of attire into account, and the room is warm enough to stop any unpleasant chill from creeping into your skin.

“Straighten up,” he murmurs, and you lift your shoulders in compliance. He loops the rope around your chest, creating intricate patterns across your bare skin as you do your best to hold your position while he’s maneuvering the rope. He pulls your arms behind you and laces the rope between them. “Too tight?” He asks, but you’re shaking your head before he even fully gets the question out. He’s always gentle with you, treating you like you’re something delicate, something valuable, something worthy of such attention and care, and you’re still not quite used to it yet.

He continues working in silence, pausing in his ropework on occasion to shift your limbs or tilt your posture, and as time goes on you start to suspect he’s treating you a bit like a doll more than anything. When you huff out a loud sigh to express your discontent, he just laughs softly.

“Sorry, pet,” he says quietly. “Be patient. I’m almost done.”

True to his word, he pulls back to admire his work soon after. You can’t help but shift slightly in the bonds, silently treasuring the way the pressure shifts as you tug against them. His hands quickly come back to re-correct your posture back to where he wants it before leaving you again. After a few moments, there’s a click of a camera, and you turn to see him smiling.

“Sit still,” he commands again, and you huff out a breath as a hand corrects your posture once again. “It’ll be over soon, puppy, and then you’ll get a reward for being good.” He pulls away, and you sit still even as the click of the camera and the sound of footsteps echoes around the room. He tugs at you a few more times, pulling you into slightly different positions, some more difficult to maintain than others.

When he’s finally done, he announces it with a soft kiss to your forehead. “So pretty,” he mumbles against your skin, “And so, so good for me. Let’s see about that reward, hm?”

[suicideassistance]

Praising you for every hit so you smoke yourself braindead.

“There’s my good girl, keep going.”

“You’re too high? No baby, you’re just overheating. Let’s take these clothes off.”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re so beautiful like this.”

“You’re dizzy? Lay down, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“Don’t worry about what my hands are doing. You want a body high don’t you?”

“‘Atta girl, hit it again.”

[fangedflower]

I get wet just from kissing and making out btw

[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.

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[mimisfantastyblog]

Need one of those chairs with a built-in dildo. Just imagine, you call your friends over for dinner and place the chair along with the other normal chairs in the dining room. You make me wear a skirt with no panties and force me to sit all the way down in the dildo chair. Your friends arrive for dinner and sit right across from me, completely oblivious I'm sitting on a dildo as to others and, it looks like a normal chair I'm sitting on. I almost make it through the night without anyone noticing until you suddenly slip a vibrator inside my skirt on max and place it on my clit which causes me to cum with a loud moan right in front of your friends. I look up, expecting them to be shocked only to see them stroking their cocks. Turns out they knew from the beginning. I look at you, wanting an answer only to see you grinning and I realize you were prepping me for a long night all along.

[eydilily]

this is fine

[lilwhoresposts]

why are we not cuddling while you’re groping my tits?

[notaluckypup]

The intimacy of getting to know someone’s kinks and slowly but surely slipping them into conversation~

Slipping them that extra little “good job” after basic tasks and watching their cheeks get hot and their eyes dart around the room.

Asking them to grab a drink and watching the jolt in their step when they register the word “fetch” a second too late.

The back and forth debates and silly arguments ending in cutting them off with a simple “you’re so cute when you get excited”

The tease behind all those knowing glances and trace of the hand touches becoming just too overwhelming until my poor pup is stuttering through conversation and grinding its thighs together begging to be touched😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[chanafehs]

I don’t care about Joe Biden leaving a book store holding 100 years war on palestine. I really don’t. That demon is going to burn in hell regardless of this PR stunt