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Let me make it very freaking clear that this is all fantasy. I am a huge, huge feminist in real life. This is an outlet for my sexual fantasies, as I process my own trauma. Please remember this as you scroll.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about tying you up and keeping you all to myself.
Not for a little weekend fun. I mean for long enough that you stop counting the days. Long enough that the rope starts to feel like it belongs etched into your skin, like your wrists have always been bound behind your back and your ankles have always been spread apart and this is just how your body is shaped now. I want you to forget what it feels like to close your legs.
And I want to be the only thing that feels good. That’s the part I keep coming back to. I want to edge you stupid on my cock and then pull out and let you sit there shaking and desperate with nothing to grind against because I’ve taken everything away. Nothing to fall back on. Just your own wetness dripping down your thighs and the memory of how I felt inside you and the slow maddening understanding that you can’t do anything about it until I come back and give you more.
But don’t worry, I’ll always come back. That’s how the addiction works. I’ll fuck you slow and deep until your eyes roll back and your brain turns off and you’re right there right at the edge and then I’ll stop. Pull out. Watch your hips try to follow me. Watch you pull against the ropes trying to get closer to the only thing in your world that makes the ache stop. You’ll beg. You’ll say things you’d never say if you had the use of your hands or any dignity left. And I’ll stroke your face and tell you you’re doing so well and slide back in just to feel your whole body shake with relief.
Every time I use you you’ll gets more desperate for it. Every time I pull out the absence gets louder. Eventually you’re not thinking about the ropes at all. You’re not thinking about being untied. You’re only thinking about my cock. When it’s in you you’re alive and warm and full and safe. When it’s not you’re empty and aching and counting the seconds. Two states of being. Full of me, or waiting to be.
I want to fuck you so many times that your body only responds to me. I want to ruin you for anyone else. I want to untie you eventually and watch you stay exactly where I put you because you’ve gotten so comfortable. You want to keep your legs open. You want to be ready for me. The ropes were for the beginning, when you still had opinions about what was happening to you. You don’t need them anymore. You’ll hold the position on your own because the position means you get my cock and my cock is the only thought left in your pretty empty head.
There's being nude, and then there's feeling naked. The mutilated tee shirt makes her feel so much more exposed and vulnerable to the clamps than merely being topless ever could!
Great collar
There's being nude, and then there's feeling naked. The mutilated tee shirt makes her feel so much more exposed and vulnerable to the clamps than merely being topless ever could!
Great collar
Perhaps you feel humiliated. That’s good because that will remind you to be humble before your husband. He is entitled to ask what he wants, and you have an obligation to meet their desire without even thinking.
(Sometimes inflicting humiliation is deep form of love from your owner/husband. He's showing that he truly owns all of you. Even your dignity.)

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What sort of transgression warrants him using the cane?
Oof—just reading that question sends a little wave of anxiety through me. I really don’t like the cane I definitely go out of my way to avoid earning. When he brings it out, it means I’ve crossed a line he takes seriously.
The few times he’s used it on me have been when I’ve broken his trust. Misleading him, softening the truth, or trying to protect myself instead of being honest. That’s something he’s very clear about: honesty isn’t optional in our dynamic. If I’ve made a mistake, I’m expected to own it fully. Trying to hide it only makes it worse.
These days, it’s less about actually being used and more about what it represents.
It sits there as a kind of reminder. Whatever correction I’m receiving—whether it’s a strapping, or being sent to the corner, or just being told to settle myself—I know it could always be taken further if I don’t respond properly. That awareness is usually enough. I don’t need to be pushed to that point anymore.
Earlier on, I struggled more with my tone. I could get sulky, or defensive, especially when I was already in trouble. That kind of attitude didn’t last long. He was very consistent about correcting it, and over time I learned what was expected of me. Now, if I feel myself slipping. if there’s even a hint of that edge in my voice, I catch it quickly. These days, all he has to do is give me a stern look and I make sure that I soften my voice and defer to his authority in an unambiguous way.
It's obviously more stuble when we're in public. I'll maybe put my arm under his if we're walking, or I'll ease back on talking, definitely lower the volume of my voice, and usually err on the side of mostly talking only when spoken to.
At home, when we're alone, it's a more dramatic gesture of pitulation. I drop to my knees, wait to be allowed to nuzzle his legs and told to get up. Or not. Sometimes he has me stay on my hands and knees for a few minutes. Sometimes I stay down there to drain his cock. Sometimes he just wants me off the furniture for a bit while he reads or watches tv.
A part of me has a bit of awe for the cane, because I fear it so much. The physical object is another totem of his dominion over me -- a thin wooden stick that can yield white-hot lines of pain. I respect the consistency behind it. I know he won’t use it lightly. I know he won’t forget what he’s said. And I know that if I stay attentive, honest, and soft in how I respond to him, I won’t need to be reminded.
I'll admit this dynamic sounds both so scary and yet I see the love in it. In a world with a lot of inconsistent/awful men, it means a lot when a man is putting that much thought and care into how he treats his woman. You can tell they both feel supported and enjoy this dynamic.
For myself, this a hot, bedroom/sex time-only idea I can have with my sex partners. Or maybe I should enjoy reading about it and remember not everyone (aka me) is not mentally cut out for it. 😂
Regardless: Hot stuff to read about!!
Regular humiliation is important for girls as it makes them more humble and easier to control.
Ah, you didn’t expect this, did you? That big fire, so perfect, so beautiful—just a distraction. While you were running, I was there, pulling you into my car, locking you in. Tied, gagged, silent—helpless. No way to speak, no way to escape. Just you and me now, sweet thing.
She barely even remembered him. Apparently he was some skinny nerd who grew up with her at school, who had been stalking her ever since. He waited, got everything together, plotted, until finally he took her.
He set up everything for her, she would be his wife... unofficially of course, they couldn't go to court since she was "technically" missing. But in reality she functioned as his slave wife.
And after waiting so long for her, he grew quite a temper. But he knew she would understand, how he needed to hurt her, in order to satisfy his desire to see her suffer. Of course, he'd tend to her and praise her afterwards, but she was his owned wife now. She had to obey him, and in order to do that, he had to teach her.
She was resistant at first, afraid, but she learned quickly.
Poor girl now spends her time under his control. Nipple clamps, denied an orgasm, humiliation- as he brings his other friends to see his victory catch and they humiliate her for fun- and of course- the fucking, the pussy whipping, all the pain he teaches her is a gift. His pleasure is her greatest gift.
Discipline lesson #20260418
When you pinch their tits be precise, find the most sensitive bits of skin first.
They will be surprised and it will allow them to suffer more.
Furthermore they will be tensed and defensive allowing for more pain.
Show them that you’re professional like a surgeon. Fear will invade their mind.
Speak calmly. Explain them that you will find the most sensitive spots.
Tell them that suffering is for their own good, that they should be brave.
Do it until tears flow. Let them beg for mercy. Enjoy hearing them scream.
At the end never forget aftercare,praise them, wipe out their eyes, caress their skin and tell them you’re happy of them.
Agreeing to enter into a relationship with a man should be the only decision a woman makes with him. It should be the only time her consent is taken into account. Because after making such a decision, all subsequent decisions within the couple must be made by the man and him alone. The man may, if he wishes, consider the woman's opinion, but the final decision always rests with him. For he, and he alone, is the Master of the relationship and of the woman who agreed to be bound to him and who, by doing so, agreed to give him complete power over her.
I agree completely!

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Deserve
Nice and close now. Really right on the edge. Ready to cum as soon as I say.
“Yes, Sir.”
Look at those little legs shaking.
“Mmmnnnh… Mhm…”
Good girl. Listen, I noticed my clothes weren’t in the dresser yet. Was there a problem with the laundry today?
“No, I… oh I was so excited to cum today… I just forgot…”
You forgot!
“Yes, Sir… oh, I’m so sorry…”
And on your orgasm day, too.
“Oh Sir, no… please don’t let me cum.”
You don’t want to cum?
“No, Sir, I do but… I don’t deserve it.”
Because you forgot your chore?
“Mhm. Yes, Sir.”
Oh, you’re such a silly girl.
“What? What do you mean?”
What you just said! That was about the silliest thing I ever heard.
“Why? I didn’t do my chore, so I don’t deserve to cum. That’s not silly, is it?”
Oh, yes, it is.
“Really?”
Really. Okay, stay just like that… right on the edge.
“Unnghhhh… Then I… nnnn… nnnggh… then I do deserve it?”
Oh, you are just the silliest little slut ever!
“Sir, please… nnngh… I don’t understand.”
Okay. Look at me. Stay on that edge. Harder. Harder. Look at me.
“Ohhh… nnnnhhhhhhh…”
Listen very carefully. You don’t deserve to cum. You never deserve to cum. You never have and you never will. If I let you cum, it’s because it’s what I want for you, not ever because you deserve it.
“Oh.”
“Oh” is right. Now I want that silly idea out of your little head right this minute.
“Mmmnnhh… yes, Sir.”
Good. So, you understand now?
“Yes, Sir. I don’t deserve to cum because I never deserve it. But please… ohhhh…. please don’t let me.”
Don’t worry, little slut. I won’t. Now let’s get you so so close. That’s my girl. I think we might see some tears when I take it away today, huh? I know how much you had been looking forward to this one.
nothing sounds prettier than a girl when I pin her thighs wide open and start spanking her bare, swollen pussy with slow, heavy slaps.
Each smack lands wet and sharp, making her jolt and gasp, and right then I lean in close and growl, “There’s nothing you can do to stop me, baby. Not a single thing.”
That’s the moment her whimpers change — they get higher, softer, almost broken, like her brain finally catches up and realizes she’s completely trapped under my hand. No escape, no mercy, just the steady rhythm of my palm turning her pretty pink pussy red and throbbing while those desperate little sounds spill out of her mouth, getting needier and prettier with every slap.
Fuck, I could listen to that shift all night.
“Don’t be afraid, the gentlemen just want to see how beautiful you are!”
Embarrassment and fear go together the first time a girl is exhibited
Meeting his friends after the wedding
If you want to be a proper slut for the patriarchy, the first thing you need to do is surrender your orgasms.
Hand it over. Give men total authority over your pleasure. Maybe he locks you in a cage. Maybe he just forbids you from touching without permission. It doesn't matter how he does it, as long as you understand that you’re not allowed to cum unless he decides you’ve earned it.
That’s the fastest way to rewire your brain.
When you’re denied release, that hunger builds. It takes over your entire nervous system. You stop thinking about your day, your job, your pathetic little opinions. All you can think about is him. All you can focus on is what you need to do to make him happy enough to let you cum.
You become a Pavlovian bitch. You learn that obedience equals pleasure, and resistance equals frustration.
Suddenly, you aren't arguing anymore. You aren't empowered. You’re just a desperate, leaking hole willing to agree with anything and do anything to get his cock inside you.
Makes me wanna suck cock so bad.
"Don't be nervous.....you know all of us.....and we know you. We know exactly what you are Kennedy."
I'd be wet and shivering at the same time.
love so much this moment
Don’t fight your dirtiest thoughts.
Welcome déviant fantasies.
Let sins invade your silly brain.
I imagine they're old men who met me through innocent means. But they figure out I'm into being submissive to older men through finding my Fetlife profile. Then one day they invite me over under the pretense of a casual get together with networking opportunities, but then they get real and tell me what they saw. And blackmail me into being their company sex toy 😍

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Daily Prayer:
Get on your knees on the floor and place your hands on your knees.
And repeat the following you stupid cunts!
"I, as a woman, I exist for men. My duty is to serve men, serve their needs, serve their wants, fulfill their desires and submit to their lustful thoughts no matter the cost"
Repeat 10x after waking up and 10x before bed.
Monogamy is for her, not for him.