DitzyDumbCunt

As He watched her fuck herself in front of Him, He marveled and smiled at how such an intelligent woman could be turned into such a stupid, drooling cunt before His eyes.

From skipping panties once in a while to all the time...

Then its bras.

Shorter skirts came next and lower cut tops that both accentuated its natural form.

Masturbation at work came next... once a week... to once a day to several times a day....

Then at its desk.

Then in its car to and from work.... finally naked at all times in the car.

Over that time, it had grown more and more sexual.

He'd denied it the right to cum since they'd met which kept its cunt a sloppy wet mess without its panties to absorb the wetness or hide the smell of its arousal.

By now, it got horny at even the slightest thing and it stayed that way.

It's okay if you're not in the mood to play. It's okay if you don't want to be touched, or if you feel too tired to lead.

It's okay if you need a break, or if you experience dom drop and don't feel like yourself.

Your needs matter, too. You don't have to perform an endless role of being in control. You're allowed to be human, to step back, to say "Not today."

And it’s okay to lean on your partner and let them take care of you, in whatever way you need that.

Your worth as a Dom isn't measured by how much you can give without rest. It's measured by how honestly you show up, for yourself and for them.

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I love reminding my partner she's inferior and she's my property and seeing her eyes light up and her face blush profusely. I love manhandling her off of the couch and onto the floor in between my legs while we watch TV. She feels so seen when I do and say those things because she has a deep need to be degraded for me as much as I have a deep desire to degrade her.

And truth be told degradation is a learning experience to figure out how to balance when they're so head over heels for you. It takes a lot of practice and intentionality to reach a point where we're both prioritizing the other's needs correctly in a dynamic where they're deferent to me while I'm caring for them and to do so in a way that we're not only surviving, but we're thriving.

So it's also a kink you must finetune the balancing of the give and take for each individual. But it's so INTANGIBLY worth it when you can have both a healthy relationship and also have that deep primal satisfaction that comes from someone staying degraded and subservient in the relationship that BOTH partners desire.

It's hard to describe the emotion that it conjures up in people who seek this kink out, but I liken it to a state of subdued, passive euphoria. It just feels right in your core being. It feels like constant warm comfort and the absence of anxiety and the presence of someone else being proud of you. And it feels dysphoric when you're in situations with your degradation partner where that dynamic is not present.

Degradation is literally the "would you love me if I was a worm" of kinks. Yah I'd love the fuck out of you if you were a worm, and I'll prove it to you. Because if you're as "low" as a worm is, then you're going to do my bidding and I'm going to be authoritative over you. Now look, you did my bidding and I lowered you beneath me, but my love, support, adoration, and respect for you has not changed at all. I literally would love you just the same as if you were a worm. I would give you the best home a worm could have and decorate it how you'd like, make sure you're fed only the best worm food, I'd study on what worms need and history of worms, become an expert on worms and write down my own findings, and join support groups for people whose partners have also become worms.

There's no level you could lower yourself to that could stop my love from reaching you, and that's what our degradation means to our relationship. So lick the dirt off of my boot and call yourself inferior to me, I'm not going to judge you for it, I see the amazing person you are underneath and that's why you're my toy beneath me and under my care.

I hear you. But we’re going over the checklist anyway.

Because when I’m inside you and your face is pressed into the mattress and I can feel your pussy gripping my cock and you’re whimpering into the sheets, something happens to me that I need you to take seriously. The part of my brain that watches your face and listens to your voice and cares about the difference between a scene and something real, that part goes somewhere I can’t reach. And what’s left will hear you say stop and pin your wrists harder and fuck you deeper and feel you struggle and get harder from the struggling. I'll look you in the eyes with my cock buried in you and you'll see it clearly. I'm not playing pretend.

Without the guardrails, I will rape you. Not "push past a boundary." Not "get carried away." I will hold you down and force my cock into you and use your body until I'm finished. Your crying will make me harder and your fighting will make me cum. I probably won't feel bad about it until it's over. Maybe not even then. That's what you’re risking every time we do this.