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WHOOOOHOOOOO! IT'S OFFICIAL! The cover for the second book is done! When the link for the book comes out, I'll release the link! Im might reblog this, it just makes it easier.
animatronics donât have rights so how do you get glasses as an animatronic? Be human :3
the prompt was "how do you perceive life" and idk what the answer is but its somewhere here
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Anger
Youngjo as anger. I saw someone saying that this teaser is like fifty shades of Ravn and I agree. Also it took me a while to see that his necklace has a moon charm. As to moon: spicy
Wilford Warfstache and Darkiplier. Wilford is convinced theyâre bestest of friends Dark not so much. @markiplier
40 characters, 5 games
Remedy x Disco Elysium
Multiuse Gym Image of a medium-sized, elegant, multipurpose home gym with white walls
Current aesthetic of my brain is a whumpee who seems powerful and dangerous to outsiders, but in reality is under the thumb of someone who both treats them cruelly and controls their every move đ
Master and I bought a vibe that goes in my panties and pushes against my clit. And it has a remote for him to use while it's on me. Things are about to get kinky again.
Complete control
I gave her 3 pictures of me in my chastity cage and both my debit and credit cards today. Sheâs going to be giving me a cash allowance depending on how good of a slave I am (doing all our chores, being completely submissive to her, treating her like a queen, etc.). My goal is to make sure that she has enough leverage over me that I canât ever stop being her slave without destroying my life.
Our relationship is moving towards this. She recently handcuffed me in our closet and spent $300 of my money on random stuff she wanted, and made me thank her for it. I was pretty upset at first, but remembered that a good cuck shouldnât ever complain.
Control. Dominance. Both ramp up sexual energy tremendouslyâŠ.
Nor is it about how you look. If you want the thrill of making him cave, you can make anyone yours.
Don't let up, don't take no for an answer. When they tell you to stop. Do. ..but don't. If he gets standoffosh, be more subtle, opportunities will present themselves. Moments where you can make comments that allude to your sexual prowess, and appetite. Moments where you can give him knowing and hungry looks. Each of those moments will burrow into his mind.
He will not be able to prevent himself from wondering what you would be like. Wondering will inevitably lead to fantasy. Fantasy will erode his resistance. Some men will take longer than others but eventually they are all easy prey to your will. You are very, very powerful. No man can resist you.
Religion is often this tool, this weapon, of control and crusade, they hold it over you and jab you with it.
I'd never believe in anything if it was not my self, and only if it made sure me, and only me, would hold that control
It wouldn't be a religion at that point, it wouldn't be some theistic faith by some stretch of natural meaning, because it would be an evolution of every rancid and cruel cult classic cults, transformed into a school of thought , of soul
Detached from the proto-colonialisms, invasive human species,
An army of self
To be completely honest it's for Daddy to surprise me with rape play. I want him to do whatever he wants and there sure as fuck won't be a safeword allowed! I love that I can trust him with something like thisđđđđđđđŻđâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
I am his world. He worships his queen. @mistycurves www.mistycurves.tumblr.com
Very tempted to take up hikingâŠ..
Kink: Breeding & CNC
Place: Nature Trail
I wanna see what you come up with...
-đŒ
The path narrowed the deeper we went, the trees closing in like silent witnesses. The air was thick with the scent of pine and anticipation. You walked ahead, trying to act casual, pretending you didnât know what was coming. But I saw the way your fingers twitched, the subtle glance over your shoulder, like prey pretending not to be hunted.
You didnât scream when I grabbed you. Maybe you didnât want to. Maybe you were hoping I would.
Your back hit the tree, moss soft against your skin as I forced your legs apart. You pushed back at first, a weak protest, your breath shaky, but your body betrayed you the moment my hand slid between your thighs because i feel what a mess you made in your panties. Itâs so wet that it drips down of my finger.
âSay stop,â I said. You didnât. So I didnât.
The sound of fabric tearing, the echo of your moans swallowed by the forest. My hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, just enough to remind you who you belong to. And then I was pushing my fingers inside your wet pussy, claiming what was already mine.
Fast. Brutal. Necessary.
You whimpered when I filled you, but it wasnât pain. It was that sweet, dizzying mix of fear, pleasure, and the raw need to be used. To be bred. Right here, against a tree, knees shaking, legs spread, dripping for me.
When it was over, you leaned your head back and smiled, your lips trembling. The trail stretched out behind us like nothing had happened. But your body would remember.
This. I crave this.
Exploring the Depths of Control...
Sometimes, I like to picture what it would feel like to have all control over someone, not just their body, but their mind. The way power could shift with just a single word, the way submission becomes a form of pleasure and surrender. Itâs intoxicating, isn't it?
Thereâs something undeniably thrilling about knowing when theyâll beg, when they'll squirm under the weight of their own desires. I donât just want to play in this space, I want to own it. To take whatâs mine and leave a mark, unseen but always felt.
Itâs not just about physical control, itâs the mind games, the teasing, the way every word and every touch can bring someone to their knees without them even realizing. The beauty of trust in those moments of vulnerability, of knowing exactly how to break them down, piece by piece, until all they crave is to please.
I want to find those who get this. Who know the depth of devotion it takes to surrender, and the strength it takes to command. If youâre someone whoâs ready to explore this world with me, letâs get lost in it together.
If youâre a true submissive, you know how sweet that control feels. And if youâre a Dom, you know how much more satisfying it is when they crave it just as much as you do.