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maid: yes princess?

princess: maid, i need you to jerk me off

maid: .....

princess: right now, maid

maid: no, your highness. i am not doing that

princess: wh- im the princess! you cant say no to me

maid: yes i can, your highness. i am not doing that

princess: awwww man.. but all the fiction i was reading said i could do that

maid: i am afraid fiction is just that, your highness, fiction

princess: can you at least get naked so i can jerk off

maid: no. get some rest, princess, you have to dine with your 5 male suitors tomorrow

princess: no beautiful ladies???

maid: afraid not your highness

princess: oh my god i am never getting laid am i. fuck i hate my life can i abdicate the throne or something

maid: no,

maid: again?

princess: no no.. im sorry.. i'm just. lonely

maid: but your dinner, with the suitors. how did it go?

princess: pretty awfully. i made them all uncomfortable and they decided to look for brides elsewhere. the king is pissed

maid: princess... you must learn how to be well behaved eventually.. this is no way for a lady to conduct herself

princess: yeah yeah i know that its just..i really want another girl to hold me. is that so much to ask

maid: [blushing slightly] well it is quite unbecoming,

princess: maid?

maid: yes, your highness?

princess: can you hold me

maid: is that an order?

princess: no.. i just need it

maid: very well. but just this once, okay? i don't want you getting any ideas..

princess: [sighing wistfully] i understand...

maid: [wraps arms around and holds the princess oh so delicately]

princess: if this was a yuri manga we would be making out right now

princess: maid

maid: e-eep!! princess.. what are you still doing awake?!

princess: can't sleep. lonely. and sad. can you joim me in bed, please?

maid: it would be grossly unprofessional of me to do so. no, your highness

princess: please? just for a second, it'd help me sleep

maid: ...alright. but just for tonight. [climbs in bed next ro the princess but maintains a comfortable distance]

princess: [immediately cuddling up closer to her] maid?

maid: yes, princess

princess: do you think a girl like me is worthy of love?

maid: of course, your highness

princess: then why does this keep happening to me? all i want is another girl to love me

maid: it is quite unfortunate, your highness

princess: [wrapping her arm around the maid and holding her close] do you know you're the only person whos nice to me. everyone else thinks im crazy or like. a bitch

maid: i must admit, you do say things that concern

princess: yeah. do you love anyone, maid?

maid: um. yes. of course

princess: are you with her?

maid: no. i can never be. it wouldn't be right

princess: that's really fucked up. tragic yuri is so sad. i wish somebody would write those girls a happy ending. im sick of being sad and lonely all the time

maid: [nuzzling closer.. blushing a tad] as do i, princess. we all deserve happy endings

princess: maid?

maid: yes, dear

princess: do you wanna get married?

maid: well, i like her

maid 3: well of course You do. you're her maid, it's your job to like her. that doesn't make her any less of a weirdo

maid 2: i heard she only likes girls. apparently she was hitting on one of the wives of a duke. can you believe it?! a duke! it's truly unbecoming

maid: she's just young. she's still learning. be gentle with her.

maid 3: oh please. as if she isn't harassing you every day with her weird sexual fetishes. i'm loyal to the king but i don't know how he puts up with that brat

maid: you should watch your words more carefully, my friend

maid 2: you don't have to be so stuck up all the time, yknow. im sure she gets on your nerves too. c'mon. vent a little. it's good for you

maid: she's a sweet girl, and i think she is just lonely, deep down

princess: [clearly drunk on some royal wine] -hic- heyyyyy maidsss you guys wanna have a *uARp* foursome...? eheheheheheheh

maid 2: see what i mean?

maid: let me escort you back to your quarters, your highness

princess: nooooo hahahahaha wait omggg we should like *urp* go to my quarters and fuck naasstyyyyy

maid 3: i'll go get the king.

maid: no it's alright. i can handle her.

It’s was a stupidly hot pride month and I wanted to post some big transfemmy affirmations 🏳️‍⚧️💋

Or like, I think on some level the fantasy of the would-be-hypno-domme is to have the kind of influence that guides others to you. To be a someone that people talk about and fantasize about. To have your own little cult of personality and carve your name into the world.

Dominance is socially mediated, and hypnosis explores the degrees to which it is. You know that, at some point, in your subject, you cease to be operating in the image of an idealized domme, and the idealized domme begins to be operating in the image of you.

Within a social space this concept is magnified. You become the in-joke, the language of the space, the rite of passage. There's a gravity to you. Radiance reflected across myriad mirrors. Everyone wants this to happen. At what point are we all just playing with allusions towards you?

It's an alluring fantasy in part because of how automatic it is. To not need to express dominance but to simply define it. To not need to express submission but to simply have it be destined. Unfortunately, reality is not so kind as to permit apotheosis. As well, at this point I don't particularly find that kind of end-state hot.

It's a bad end, really, and not one I desire to experience. "You became a cult leader and burned up." I don't trust the ability of any group to maintain kayfabe about such a thing, either. But I think playing in the space around it is interesting. Symbolically it's powerful.

More precisely, I think the ways it's reductive is potent. Everyone likes to see the weird shit celebrities get up to. Everyone likes to see celebrities cancelled. Someone who can only see their own light is kind of pathetic. Weak and futile and impotent. Never truly fulfilled and always hungry but unable to identify what it desires. A corruption arc emerges.

Or like, I think on some level the fantasy of the would-be-hypno-domme is to have the kind of influence that guides others to you. To be a someone that people talk about and fantasize about. To have your own little cult of personality and carve your name into the world.

Dominance is socially mediated, and hypnosis explores the degrees to which it is. You know that, at some point, in your subject, you cease to be operating in the image of an idealized domme, and the idealized domme begins to be operating in the image of you.

Within a social space this concept is magnified. You become the in-joke, the language of the space, the rite of passage. There's a gravity to you. Radiance reflected across myriad mirrors. Everyone wants this to happen. At what point are we all just playing with allusions towards you?

It's an alluring fantasy in part because of how automatic it is. To not need to express dominance but to simply define it. To not need to express submission but to simply have it be destined. Unfortunately, reality is not so kind as to permit apotheosis. As well, at this point I don't particularly find that kind of end-state hot.

It's a bad end, really, and not one I desire to experience. "You became a cult leader and burned up." I don't trust the ability of any group to maintain kayfabe about such a thing, either. But I think playing in the space around it is interesting. Symbolically it's powerful.

More precisely, I think the ways it's reductive is potent. Everyone likes to see the weird shit celebrities get up to. Everyone likes to see celebrities cancelled. Someone who can only see their own light is kind of pathetic. Weak and futile and impotent. Never truly fulfilled and always hungry but unable to identify what it desires. A corruption arc emerges.