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-> Communicate with your caregiver about reassurance that you may need, and what ways they can support you best. Also make sure you’re expressing your feelings clearly, and how your needs can be met best.

-> Establish healthy boundaries from both sides! Sometimes attachment issues can cause excess anxiety and worries, and while that is normal, it’s important to make sure you’re still being healthy and respectful.

-> Make time for each other, or establish a routine. This can be particularly helpful if you or your caregiver are busy, and want to make sure you can still get in quality time together.

-> Use self soothing strategies when you find yourself getting anxious or overwhelmed. Go for a walk, hug a stuffie, find a new cartoon to watch, take several deep breathes- try to distract yourself.

-> Most importantly, be gentle and kind to yourself. Remind yourself that it’s okay to have that anxieties and fears, and that you’re lovable. You’re a worthwhile person, and you deserve secure connections. ♡︎

Reach out to your kinky friends and talk about the feelings you have on what you just did or just write it down for yourself, drink water, do activities that help you relax and feel at ease.

It's important that you take care of yourself, if you think you need a break from kinky activities just step away for as long as you need. Your safety and well being are more important than anything else.

***Disclaimer*** The people depicted in the following story are consenting adults over the age of 18. If you are not 18 or older, click away now!

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“What’s wrong, honey? Aren’t you excited for dinner?”

Bethany looked down and gave a sullen suck on the paci clipped to her dress. No, she wasn’t looking forward to dinner. It was bad enough her husband-turned-daddy had dressed her in this humiliating outfit. Now someone else was going to see just how far she’d fallen. Years ago, before she’d met Daddy, she’d been a graduate student pursuing a doctorate in English. Now it was difficult to get more than a sentence or two out before her speech devolved into an incoherent mess of babbling and coos. She hugged her stuffed rabbit close, fingers balling in frustration beneath the velvety, padded mitts used to make her even more helpless. She didn’t like wearing the mitts. They took simple things, like holding her bottle, and turned them into a constant struggle. More complicated tasks like opening doors, getting dressed, and feeding herself were absolutely impossible. They forced her to rely on her oft smirking husband for things that were simple for others, especially the bathroom. Bethany whimpered around her pacifier and squeezed her legs together. The thick diaper under her dress crinkled loudly. Potty privileges had been one of the first things to go. It was hard to be defiant towards the person who kept your bottom dry and poopy free, after all.

He cupped her chin, tipping up her pouting face to meet his eyes. “The food smells wonderful, dear. Daddy is very proud of you.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.

Butterflies tickled Bethany’s insides and she felt her cheeks flush. Whenever she wasn’t actively being teased, punished, or uncontrollably filling her diapers, Daddy would “let” her do all the chores around the house, just like a big girl would. She didn’t work or go to school anymore. Little baby girls are too dumb to think about stuff like that anyways. Her new “job” was to cook, clean, and keep up with her exercises to stay in shape, all very important tasks for a proper girl, at least according to Daddy. It was debasing, humiliating, and utterly exciting. She leaned into him, pressing her ear against his chest and inhaling the scent of his skin. Sometimes being a baby slave had its perks.

He pushed her out to arm’s length and began to tidy her up, lightly brushing her dress and smoothing out unruly hairs. “Now, when Daddy’s guest arrives, I expect you to be on your best behavior, understand?”

She nodded meekly and gave her stuffy a squeeze.

He smiled warmly, and her knees went weak. “That’s my girl.”

The doorbell suddenly chimed, as if summoned by their exchanged.

He took her small hand in his, easily covering it with room to spare. “That must be her, come along, kiddo.”

Her? It was a woman? Somehow, the fact that it was a woman made the situation all the more demeaning. Bethany’s stomach churned with apprehension as she let Daddy lead her away.  

Soft footsteps and crinkling followed their passage down the hall. They stopped in front of the door. Daddy turned to her. “You know the drill, sweetie,” he said, gesturing to the floor.

Bethany nodded and submissively sunk to her knees, awaiting her inevitable ordeal.

Daddy threw open the door. “Rayna, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

Bethany, kneeling with her eyes to the floor, frowned. Rayna… the name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. She concentrated and wracked her regressed mind for the connection. She sighed a second later, giving up. Remembering things that happened more than a few days ago was so hard now. She worried about it sometimes, but Daddy told her little girls didn’t need to remember more than that. Things of that nature were better left to adults.

Rayna chirped back, “Hey, I’m so glad to finally meet you.” Her eyes locked with Bethany’s. “Ohh, how cute! This must be baby Beth.”

Bethany looked up, lips parting to greet the visitor as she was trained. “Hewwwha, what? Rayna?!” The discovery knocked her breath away and color drained from her face. Her eyes shot to Daddy, then to Rayna, then back again. No, no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Rayna was the name of the freshman girl she’d tutored back in college. The girl she’d become close friends with, despite their differences in age. She was almost like a little sister. Now she was here. She was pretty, and 6 years younger than her, and she was standing in the doorway, beaming with joy at her infantile senior.

Bethany scrambled to her feet and pushed at the hem of her dress, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity but only managing to make herself look like a flustered toddler. “Wha-Rayna, why are you here?”

Rayna let out an exaggerated titter and began taking off her shoes. “To see you, silly baby. I wanted to taste some of that delicious cooking your daddy’s always bragging about.”

“But, but how did you… why-“

Daddy interrupted her. “Hush. Babies shouldn’t be asking silly questions.”

Bethany turned to him, pleading. “But, Daddy!”

He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow in warning. She fell silent.  

“Good, now that that’s settled, shouldn’t you be doing something right now?”

Bethany flushed and looked at her feet. She couldn’t do something like that. It was too mean. She sniffled and balled her tiny fingers in frustration, only to eventually sink back to her knees. Fighting would only have her repeating the same process with a much redder bottom. Slowly, one hand in in front of the other, she crawled toward an expectant Rayna.

Rayna giggled and looked to Bethany’s husband. “Is she always this feisty?”

He shook his head. “She’s usually well-behaved. I think I let her have a little too much juice this afternoon.”

Bethany reached the other woman and stopped. Wordlessly, studiously avoiding eye contact, she lifted the hem of her dress and positioned herself over Rayna’s feet.

“What’s she doing,” Rayna asked, bemused.

“Oh, she’s just saying hello.”

Bethany could feel hot tears of embarrassment beginning to form. Shutting her eyes tight, she began to speak in lisping squeaks. “Hewwo, miff Wayna. My name isth Baby Beff. Itsh nithe to meet’choo.” She wrapped her arms around Rayna’s leg and did as she’d been taught, pathetically grinding her diaper against their visitor’s foot. The waterworks were on in full now, fat drops of salty fluid pregnant with shame and twisted excitement. “I wuv my diapees. Dey make me feew soft and tingwy. Pweeze pway wiff me wots and wots.” She retreated with the final word, quickly crawling back to Daddy’s comforting presence and burying her tear-streaked face into his pant leg.

Part 2 begins here.

Rayna frowned. “Aww, I’m sorry. I think I upset her.”

Daddy laughed and placed an affectionate hand on Beth’s head. “No, it’s ok. She just gets shy around guests.” He gently pried the weeping girl from his leg and kneeled down. “Isn’t that right, sugar?”

Bethany sniffled loudly and hid her face in the safety of his shoulder.

He chuckled and kissed the crown of her head. “Shh, everything is alright, dear,” he whispered. “Let’s go get some num-nums for my baby girl, ok?”

Bethany spoke into his shirt, refusing to leave her sanctuary. “Mmmkay,” came the muffled reply.

He turned his head to address Rayna. “I think she’s a little fussier than normal because she’s hungry.”

Rayna nodded in understanding. “Ohh, I see.”

“Tell you what. I’ll go set up the table while you two wait in the living room.”

Beth looked up in shock. Surely, he couldn’t really mean to leave her like this. “No…” she whimpered.

Daddy wrapped his arms around her. “Shh, there there. It’s ok, sweetpea, it’ll only be a few minutes.” He stared into her eyes and smiled reassuringly. “You trust me, don’t you, kiddo?”

Bethany shuddered as his fingers caressed her cheek. “Of course, but…” her eyes flickered to Rayna.

“Ms. Rayna is very nice, I promise she won’t be mean, punkin.”

She looked back to Rayna. The other woman dazzled her with a warm smile. Despite her unexpected entrance and teasing words, Rayna seemed like… well, Rayna. Bethany wrapped her husband in a hug. “Otay, Daddy.”

He stood back up and gave her an affectionate pat. “Now you be a big girl and keep an eye on miss Rayna for me, ok? If she does anything naughty just let me know and I’ll give her a good spanking.”

Bethany giggled. “Okay Daddy!”

Rayna laughed along. “I’ll be on my best behavior, pinky promise.”

With that, Daddy left them. Bethany sat on the floor, once again nervous without the protective blanket of her Daddy’s presence.

Rayna coughed politely. “Maybe you could give me a little tour around the house?”

Bethany nodded hesitantly. “Oh, um, okay I guess.” She crawled towards the living room, butt crinkling loudly.

Rayna shook her head and smiled. Poor baby, she thought. The little thing was so overwhelmed she forgot how to walk.

Bethany stopped in the center of the carpet. “Um,” she said, looking up, “this is the living room. There’s the uh, TV, and… um…” she trailed off, realizing evidence of her new life was everywhere. The décor was simple. A small coffee table acted as the centerpiece, with a plush couch nearby. A Tv sat opposite the couch. Several sizes of bookshelves, cubbies, end-tables, and other minor pieces of furniture gave the room a lived in feeling. Bethany’s shame lay in the corner of the room, next to a plain white cubby. It was, for all intents and purposes, her play pen. Stuffed animals and dolls lay scattered about a white furry carpet trimmed in bright pink. Sturdy looking wooden bars closed the space off from the rest of the room. The gate to the set-up had a small padlock, perfect for keeping wandering babies where adults could keep an eye on them. The cubby next to the pen was no better. Each of the shelves contained some type of infantile accessory. Extra diapers, baby wipes, powder, lotion, a changing mat, and toys, adult or otherwise, were neatly arranged in the shelves. Bethany winced as she noticed the crayons and paper still on the table.

“Oh my goodness! This is adorable!” Rayna rushed over to the play pen. “Look at all your stuffies. This is so cute.” She looked down on the mortified woman. Her eyes softened. “Your Daddy must really love you.”

Bethany hesitantly looked up to meet Rayna’s gaze. “Yes…” she whispered. Daddy did love her. He said so every day.

“You really are just a baby girl.” Rayna walked over to Beth and hugged her. “I haven’t seen you since you dropped out.”

Bethany swallowed uncomfortably at the memory.  She’d been a year away from graduation when everything had just… caught up to her. Her mental health had gone into a downward spiral. Her grades tanked. She cut herself off from friends and family. She was plagued with self doubt at every decision. Did she really want this degree? She’d taken loans to get it, did she waste all that money and time? Should she go to work today? Would they want her there? Would anyone miss her? All these questions and more were just too much. She didn’t remember much about that time. It all seemed like a gray haze, until she met Daddy. The world brightened. She realized she didn’t need to get a degree or find a career she didn’t really want. What was a few lost years of study compared to a life time of unhappiness? Daddy had helped her find happiness. He helped her find and accept the role where she belonged, one diaper change at a time.

“Dinner’s ready,” Daddy said, walking back into the room. He smiled when he noticed Rayna wrapped around his baby girl. “I see you two are getting along well. Did I miss anything?”

Rayna shook her head and stood. “Not really, baby Beth here was showing me her pretty play pen.”

Bethany blushed and looked down. She hadn’t wanted Rayna to see it. She’d just forgotten 26 year old women weren’t supposed to have one. That was when she noticed it. Her eyes widened and shot to her Daddy. The tension wasn’t the only thing that had drained out of her. Bethany bit her lip to stop it from quivering and tried to push the dress down. She didn’t want her junior to know Daddy’s training had made her almost completely incontinent. She could still feel… the other end as a vague pressure, but with wetting there was no warning, just a sudden flood of damp warmth pressing against her princess parts. Her training kicked in. “Pee pee, Daddy!” Good girls tell adults when they’ve used their diapies. That way big boys and girls can change them. He’d trained her too well. Regret and mortification set in quickly.

Rayna was looking at her with pitying eyes while Daddy’s were filled with amusement and pride.

Bethany struggled to hold back her sobs. Her diaper was all hot and squishy now and Rayna’s giggling was making it all worse.

“Aw, did the pee pee pwincess use her diapes,” Daddy teased. He walked over and reached down to check. He began to grope and knead the sodden padding.

Bethany began to squirm and fidget beneath his touch.

“Oh, don’t fuss, baby. I’m just checking your diapy,” he said slyly.

Bethany gasped as he stuck a finger in and quickly ran it over her clit. He circled it a couple more times before withdrawing and rising to full height.  

He held up his finger. A thin string of clear fluid dripped from the tip. “I think it can take a couple more accidents. What do you think, Ray?”

Rayna knelt between Bethany’s legs and smiled gently. “Open up your legs, sweetie. Don’t be shy, show Aunty Rayna.”  

Bethany shivered on the floor. She bit her lip and looked into the other woman’s eyes. This wasn’t good. The degrading treatment and Daddy’s touch were sending her libido into overdrive. Her thoughts felt fuzzy, indistinct. Bethany spread her legs like Rayna asked. She even scooched forward just a smidge more than necessary, secretly hoping for another caress.

“Did you have an accident, cutie? Did da widdle baby girl do a potty in her pampers?” Rayna poked around. “Yes, you did,” she gave Bethany’s crotch an encouraging rub. “Yes, you did! Who’s a little pee pee pants, huh?”

Eyes glazed over and kitty buzzing, Bethany whispered back, “me.” She snapped out of it when Rayna pulled her hand back to clap enthusiastically.

“Das, wight,” she cooed. “You’re the little baby! Ohh, what a smart girl.” Rayna turned to look at Daddy. “She’s so cute. I can’t believe I ever thought she was my senior.”

“Just goes to show you,” he chuckled, “you can’t change a baby girl by her cover.”

Bethany let her dress fall and crawled over to Daddy’s feet. “Can we please eat now,” she begged, wanting the whole ordeal to be over.

“Of course, sorry kiddo. You were just so adorable I forgot all about it.”

She struggled to keep her pout as a small smile twisted her lips. Damn it. Why was he so good at pushing her buttons? He helped her stand on shaky feet and led them both to the kitchen.

She saw it immediately on entering. Standing proudly at the head of the table was an adult sized wooden high-chair. It looked like it even had an adjustable tray.

“Merry Christmas,” Rayna cried.

Bethany stared dumbly.

“Don’t you like it, sweetpea? Now you can eat at the table like a big girl! No more princess bowl! Well, for now at least,” he teased, referring to the bright pink and glittery dish she normally ate out of.

She sniffled. She’d been hoping to sneak under the table to eat in silence and shame. Now she was going to be the center of attention, strapped in and unable to even hold a spoon. “Wha-“ she yelped as her arms were lifted up.

“Sorry, kiddo,” Daddy apologized, “I know you wanted to show Ms. Rayna how pretty you are, but I don’t want a certain messy baby getting sauce all over her clothes.” He pulled the cloth up and over her head.

Bethany whined pathetically and covered her chest.

“Hey, it’s ok baby Beth,” Rayna said.  “You don’t need to cover yourself up around me. You’re going to be showing me a lot more than that later anyways. Plus, like, don’t babies normally run around all nakey?”

Bethany’s heart skipped a beat. What did she mean she would be showing more!? Did Daddy know about this? Of course he did. Daddy knew everything. She met his gaze and received a slight nod in return. “D-daddy?”

“Merry Christmas, sog monster,” he smiled.

What did that mean? What did that have anything to do with Christmas?!

He patted her head. As with all things requiring independent thought, she clearly needed a little help. “Rayna here is going to be your new babysitter while I’m at work.”

“Bu-butbu but I don’t need a baby sitter,” Bethany protested.

He pinched her cheek and switched over to his teasy voice. “Oooh I know, hun. You’re such a big girl, staying home all by yourself and doing the chores. Such an independent little lady.” He laughed and shook his head. “No dear, I think you do need one. I know how lonely you get, and I felt bad that I couldn’t give my baby girl the attention she needed.” He gestured to Rayna. “Now you’ll have a friend to play with while Daddy isn’t here, and the best part is she’ll even change your little mush tush. Isn’t that great, kiddo?”

Shudders wracked her body and she thumped to the floor, head lolling.

“Oh my god,” Rayna yelled and knelt beside the insensate girl. “Is she ok?”

Her husband was still smiling, seemingly unconcerned by the shocking display. “Oops,” he chuckled and reached down to run a finger under the leg band of his wife’s diaper. He swirled it for a moment then withdrew and held it up to the light. Glistening, clear strands of fluid dripped from the tip. “Yep,” he puffed and shook his head. “That’s what I thought.”

“What do you mean, what the hell is wrong with her?” Rayna was worried for her friend. Why didn’t her husband care?

“She’s fine. Probably a little more than fine, really,” he said cryptically. “When she gets too excited, she tends to have… accidents,” he grinned.

“Wait, do you mean, just now… she just- just? Without even touching…?”

He nodded affirmatively. “Yup, she can’t control herself, after all.”

Rayna’s concern dissolved into incredulous giggles.

They worked together to lift the insensate girl and secure her to the seat. Fluffy pink and white straps on the arms and legs of the chair were wrapped around her arms and legs to prevent any movement from fussy babies who might make a mess. Just as Bethany began to gain awareness, they took their seats at the table.

1:  You  need to get into his head.

-Learn his fantasies and what turns him on.  Use this information against him and to Your advantage.

-Find out what humiliates him, and to what level.

-Make him show his loyalty to You regularly.  Reward him, even if it’s just with positive attention when he does.

- Aside from family, close friends and work, give him 0% privacy.  Don’t hide this process from him, make him partake in handing it over to you in ways that demonstrate how he is “losing the privacy.”  

-Make him need You for everything.  Point out how You help him, how You guide him, and how You accept the negative things about him that others may not.

- Hypnosis, especially while they are sleeping can help transfer messages, ideas and ideals about You deep into their faggot head.

2:  Punish him often for everything, no exceptions!

- Don’t let him get away with anything!  When You let your sub get away with something. You are telling him that You don’t care for him and that what he did was ok.

- You can Spank, paddle, or whip him.

- Humiliate him past what is easy for him.

- Long term bondage

- Corner time

- Food restrictions

- Writing standards/lines\

- Write a book report or essay.

- Ground him/take away privileges.

- Wash his mouth out with soap.

- Make him do anything he hates.

- Get creative and make the punishment match the crime.

- Never use separation or the threat of leaving/ending Your control over him as a punishment.  That is counterproductive to the end goal (trust and service) and is detrimental to the faggot.

3:  Routinely discipline him.  This is different than punishment.

- Spank him once a week, just because You can, not too hard, not too soft.

-Humiliate him often.

- 5-10 minuets of corner time a day can do wonders for him, like a sub’s meditation.

- If he is stressed, give him a break and put him in some comfy bondage for a while.  You may or may not want to integrate impact play with this.  For lots of subs, some pain can really help elevate their mode for the rest of the day or longer.

- Routine discipline will save You time and energy in the long run.  You will have to punish him less as a result.

- Taking care of You can be part of his discipline.  Have him do Your laundry, cleaning, etc.

4:  On some level, even if it’s small, keep Your sub horny for You.

- Talk sexy to him.

-Sexualize non sexual things/activities You are interested in. He will see whatever it is You’ve sexualized as such and be more interested/eager to engage.

- Have Your sub do some or all of Your body grooming. This can be Your baths, Your nails, shaving, trimming, waxing, etc.

- Scare him by telling him when and what You’re going to do to him in the near future.

- Send him text messages with orders to do something sexual.

- Make him give You orgasms.  This is different from sex.  This is a service.

- Let him rest on You to smell You as You watch TV or read.

- Give him underwear/items of Yours to smell as he sleeps.

- Hypnosis, especially while Your sub sleeps can help with this too.

5:  Control Your own feelings of guilt.

-      Your sub needs You to be strong “with” him.  You may show vulnerabilities in Yourself for other aspects of Your life. When it comes to him and Your control over him, be firm!

-      Some meanness and cruelty will be needed from time to time to help break Your sub down.

-      Your sub may not want everything You give him/ do to him, but he needs it.

-      Letting Your sub get away with insubordinate behavior because You feel guilty adequately and severely addressing it is weak.  You need to control that shit.

-      Sub faggots need a real man who is close to them to guide them.  Sometimes real men need to show the fag that they are inferior.  This can’t always be done by talking.  And if it is done my talking, the talking can’t be politically correct/kind.

-      Humiliation/breaking him down, teaching him to serve long term, these are all things he needs.  You are filling his needs.

-      Remember, You both need to be happy.  But happiness comes from different places for different people.  If there is communication, and Your sub has communicated that he needs this life to be happy, then You are doing him a service and loving him by breaking him down and controlling him.

-      A good sub is hard to find. Don’t let the guilt of giving him what he needs stop You from doing so. What he needs may be overwhelming for him and he may break. If he does be there for him.

6: Humiliate/degrade/break him down on some level daily, some days more than others.

- Have him wear a small butt-plug for a time, wifi enabled if possible.

- Have him be naked or close to it, around You and or Your friends.

- Make him wear a collar or other symbol of inferiority.

- Make him wear a chastity device sometimes.

- Teach them “tricks” like sit, drop to their knees to kiss Your crotch, etc.  In public or with friends randomly call out a trick every now then. Make sure Your sub does this flawlessly without hesitation.

- Make him masturbate for You.

- Slap him in the face.

- Spit on him.

- Treat him as an inferior in public.  (Ex: he carries all bags, opens doors, eats Your leftovers, holds Your drinks, tie Your shoes  etc.)

- Make him eat his own cum sometimes.

- Talk down to him in front of others

7: Rearrange his life/time to better serve/please You.  Make sure this does not interfere with his time with loved ones or work.

- If You want to change his body to Your liking, do so.  Control his workouts, diet etc.  Make sure and be realistic with this one.

- Make sure he is available during some of Your leisure time each week so he will be able to serve You during those times.

- Put him on a sleeping schedule.  Lots of fags are not able to adequately manage their sleep times.  The better rested he is, the better he will serve You.

- Go through his closet/things and throw away/put away any clothing You don’t like him to be wearing.

- Sign him up to learn new tasks or prefect tasks/skills that will help You.  (Ex: massage classes, cooking classes, pet care, etc.)

- Change their grooming habits to Your liking.

8: Help Your sub be grateful for everything he has.  Make sure You are at the top of that list.  One great way to do this is to deny him things.  Yep, it’s time to say “No.”  Subs need boundaries, and saying “No” is a great way to help them with those boundaries.

- You can take away certain foods, comforts, leisure time, sex, masturbation, etc.

- Make him show his gratitude to You often.  Faggots will show this to You in their own way. Most faggots will need some help/instruction on exactly how to show their gratitude to You.

- Make him explain why he deserves something. If he can’t explain why well enough. Then take it from him.

- You can take things/items from him that You know he does not need, but likes.  (Make sure he can afford for You to take them and that they are not of an additional value such as sentimental etc.)  Let him know from time to time that You enjoy something that You took from him.

- Offer him a reward of getting to have something back. Make what you give him back relevant to what You make him do. This could be sort or long term.  

9:  None of these actions will work without real trust.

- If Your sub is Your partner, let him know how much his sub-ass completes You and Your power.

-  If Your sub is not Your partner, make sure You two are real friends. That You appreciate how his inferiority completes you.  The more You two know about and do with each other. The more thoroughly You can control him.

-Part of trust on the subs part is trusting that You will follow through when You say You are going to do something to him or are going to make him do something.  Follow through always.

-  When a sub fully trusts You. He can submit to You his mind and privacy. Letting You go in and re-arrange/manage his life.

- Subs need constant reassurance.  Let him know that no matter what, he is Yours.  If a serious sub feels disposable. He will look for another Dom who appreciates his surrender.

- If Your life is getting too hard for a bit or You need help with something. Trust that Your sub will be able to take over for You and act in your best interest until You are back in shape.  Giving  sub this responsibility will either make him feel trusted and good, or upset that You are not actively controlling him 100% of the time.  If he gets upset and does not step up and take over for You. Then drop him like a hot potato.

-Talk to Your sub often.  Ask him how he is feeling, and let him honestly know how You are feeling on anything and everything.

- By taking things away from him, You are in a sense rewarding him when You give them back.  Also, nothing he has is his forever.  You need to re-take things and privileges away from him periodically so he knows they are a privilege and not a right.  Think of it like taking a food bowl away from a dog.  Your sub needs be docile enough that You can take his food bowl away from him as he is eating. He will not make a fuss and patiently wait until the food is returned

-Please note: Do not ever deny him from being with Friends or family.  Make him realize that the only reason You allow him to have constant contact/interaction with good friends and family is because he “helps” them by being a good friend or family member.  Make sure the he understands that the happiness that comes from being with them is “second” to the happiness that he brings them.  Basically, he needs to understand that if he pulls away from loved ones. While he is under Your control his loved ones will suffer. That is why he is allowed (and encouraged) to keep and/or strengthen the bonds he has with them.

For me, since I enjoy things much more extreme, there is much that I would and be more extreme with. The big thing for me is that eventually I will searching for slaves and objects, which are much submissive than subs. One big thing for me is that I would search for slaves and objects that either have no family and no ties or ones that the relationships that they have need to be broken off as I need 100 percent of their focus.   Many slaves and objects are not able to discern just what their needs are or even what they are. It is job of us Masters and Owners to show it was it is and what they are and then make it the best that it can be. That being said, since I want a closed family that has practically no outside interaction, the need to accomodate family, friends and work would be zero. Finding these types of candidates are harder to find and can be much more costly. If for cost needs, I might be persuaded to have a high Alpha who helps run the household that will have a priority of some employment (not career), unless I end up finding another Master/Owner as a lover that contributes to the household.

Yes, I agree that number 1 is essential to get inside the slave or objects head to find everything out. it needs to understand that I am the only reason that it exists and survives. slaves and objects usually have fear that prevents them from seeing what it is. Hypnosis is great for teaching and reinforcement.

slaves and objects needs punishment and discipline. Having the punishments fit the crime is very essential for slaves and objects because each are different. objects would not get punishments that require human skills as a slave would, since they rare understand human skills. slaves have the human abilities to household serve, whereas objects serve by being inanimate, torture and entertainment.

Yes, I do believe in keeping slaves and object in pain and horny. it has to learn that everything is because of being Owned and it needs constant reminders of Ownership. This is why it exists. For me, on objects, I prefer never to do things like amputation or castration. I may kill off the limb or keep it horny, only for it to realise what is no longer useful or has control of. It is more humiliating to know that it once had that. If the limb is gone, it will tend to forget that it had that.

Yes, slaves and objects especially need to constantly broken down and degraded to mold it in to what it needs to be at that current moment. That will change as time moves on. So this has to be pretty much daily.

Yes, slaves and objects need to be controlled 100 percent as most are not able to be full humans that can control their own lives. Especially objects, since it has no concept of what it really is. objects need micro-managing and that takes assistance from slaves, alphas, handlers or other Owners/Masters. slaves have the brain capacity to reason, learn and to an Owners bidding with just 100 percent supervision.

slaves need to be grateful for being owned and has someone to serve. objects need to know that without ownership, it does not exist. This is very important as once it is fully broken as an object, it will never again be able to exist without Ownership. It is imperative that either plans are in place for objects if something happens to the Owner. This can be transfer of ownership, preferably, or just plans of what is to be done with an objects remains or how one cares for an invalid human. The longer that it is in objectification, the less that it can do for itself or regain, it is really just an invalid.

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Send me numbers, lovelies! :)

1. What’s your darkest kink?

2. How many people have you had sex with?

3. What the most times you’ve ever orgasmed in one night?

4. What’s your favorite sex position?

5. Describe the best sex you’ve ever had.

6. Have you ever had a one night stand?

7. Describe your most desired fantasy.

8. Describe your darkest fantasy.

9. What’s your sexiest feature?

10. Have you ever been to a strip club?

11. Where’s the best place to have sex?

12. Where’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?

13. Where would you like to have sex, but haven’t yet?

14. If you could have sex with one celebrity, who would it be?

15. What sounds do you make during sex?

16. Are you loud during sex?

17. Describe the outfit you feel sexiest in.

18. What’s your favorite punishment?

19. What’s your favorite position for spanking?

20. Do you like to have/leave marks?

21. What’s your favorite thing to clamp nipples with?

22. How long have you denied/or been denied an orgasm?

23. Have you ever had sex in a “dungeon”?

24. Are you into bondage?

25. What is your favorite thing to do for aftercare?

26. What’s your favorite thing to tie up or be tied up with?

27. Are you a Dom or a Sub? Would you ever consider being a switch?

28. Do you prefer gags or blindfolds?

29. Have you ever had a threesome?

30. How often do you masturbate?

31. What’s your favorite thing to masturbate to?

32. What’s your favorite kind of porn?

33. What’s your favorite porn website?

34. Who’s your favorite porn star?

35. Would you ever consider doing porn?

36. At what age did you start masturbating?

37. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

38. Have you ever masturbated to a ridiculous video or story then thought “what the fuck did I just do?“

39. Phone sex or Camming?

40. Do you believe in aphrodisiacs?

41. What’s you biggest turn on?

42. What’s your strangest turn on?

43. What’s your favorite sex toy?

44. Do you prefer your sexual partner to be older than you, or younger?

45. Have you ever broken up with someone because the sex was bad?

46. Have you ever posted nudes on tumblr?

47. What’s your favorite sex blog? (I’m sure it’s his-precious-kitten…but on the odd chance that it’s not…)

48. What’s your favorite pet name?

49. Do you prefer vaginal sex or anal?

50. Do you prefer pussies all natural, bald, triangle, landing strip…?

51. What song would you most like to have sex to?

52. Have you ever had shower sex?

53. At what time of day are you the horniest?

54. Girls: What is your bra size?

55. Girls: Describe your favorite pair of panties.

56. Girls: Do you ever go out not wearing panties?

57. Girls: Can you get off from clit stimulation alone?

58. Girls: Can you get off from penetration alone?

59. Girls: Do you use birth control or condoms?

60. Girls: What’s the strangest thing that’s ever been inside your pussy?

61. Girls: Do you spit or swallow?

62. Subs: Would you rather have a Master, a Dom, or a Daddy Dom?

63. Littles: Describe your favorite stuffie.

64. Boys: What is your penis size?

65. Boys: Are you circumcised?

66. Boys: Do you prefer having sex without a condom?

67. Boys: Do you prefer oral or vaginal sex?

68. Doms: Do you believe in aftercare?