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"Be a doll" and suddenly I'm looking at my body like it belongs to someone else. Just a plaything, a toy, an possession. The less of me there is, the easier it becomes. The less I think, the easier it becomes. The less I exist, the easier it becomes, until all that's left is a body waiting to be used. Moved where they want, placed where they want, kept however they want.

as always, its a homeless and disabled trans woman living purely off tumblr donations. paypal here, any help would be unimaginably appreciated. its been very isolated and lost with all of these terminations.

Dialectical materialist sub: Historical trends in productive forces have produced a moment within the superstructure wherein I derive sexual satisfaction from roleplaying taboo subject matter.

Dialectical materialist sub: Historical trends in productive forces have produced a moment within the superstructure wherein I derive sexual satisfaction from roleplaying taboo subject matter.

Only being able to refer to yourself in the third person (especially as something like "toy" or "it" or even more degrading)

Only being able to speak in "prerecorded" voice lines

Only being able to respond in meows, barks, moans, etc.

Only being able to speak like a silly bimbo with lots of "like"s and "um"s and "totally"s

The same nightly ritual where I eat the delicious meal she cooked for me and she eats from a bowl on the floor or if she's been good girl that day, she'll eat only what she can lick off of my boots. Where I can take out all of my sadistic desires out on her and she gets her masochistic needs satiated. Where I cane her while she licks my boots spotless so she can have marks tomorrow while my boots are clean.