Sadistically Masterful

I love and need denial. Deny me:

the privilege of eye contact

the privilege of speaking

choosing my own clothes

wearing clothes

orgasm

touching my clit or cunt to edge

certain foods

closing doors / privacy

sitting on furniture

using the toilet

the privilege of making decisions

being alone in public

sleeping in a bed

using dishes for humans

hiding my nakedness behind my hands when people visit

When rules are made that restrict, limit and deny me I feel safe and protected. I feel taken care of but most of all, it affirms my existence as nothing more than property to be owned and controlled for your pleasure.

Focus on moving your hips in circles and arcs. Watch yourself in the mirror or record yourself to see your progress. The goal is to make the movements look smooth and fluid. It will feel silly at first, and you will probably be self-conscious. Look at this girl, though. She has mastered the technique, and does SHE look silly?

This might make some people uncomfortable, and that’s okay. It’s not for them. But for me? My peace, purpose, and deepest joy come from one thing: being beneath the man I belong to.

Not figuratively. Literally. In our home, in our dynamic, in our life - he is above me. I am his. And I am less.

There. I said it.

Not “equal in different ways.” Not “partners with differing roles.” I am inferior to him in our chosen lifestyle. Willingly. Proudly. With full knowledge and full submission. I gave up my power, and in doing so, I found peace.

Modern culture tells women like me that we should fight to be on top. Or at the very least, to never be less than anyone. We’re supposed to demand equality, keep score, share every burden, lead just as much, assert constantly. And I tried that. I lived that life.

And I was miserable.

Because deep down, I didn’t want to fight for control. I didn’t want to lead. I didn’t want balance. I wanted hierarchy. I wanted to kneel. I wanted to serve. I wanted to surrender completely, not because I’m weak, but because my strength was never meant to be used to dominate—it was meant to be poured into devotion, obedience, care, and loyalty.

So I gave him everything. My choices. My voice. My body. My rules. My freedom.

And what I got in return was structure, safety, protection, purpose. A love that wraps around my soul like a blanket fresh out of the dryer. Warm. Complete. Anchored.

He is above me in every way that matters in our dynamic - his word outweighs mine, his comfort comes before mine, his judgment overrules mine, and his needs always outrank mine. My role is to serve. To obey. To please. Not as a performative thing, but as my actual identity. It’s who I am, every minute of the day.

And strangely, that kind of complete surrender brings freedom. Because I don’t have to be in charge. I don’t have to lead. I don’t have to split everything 50/50. I don’t have to carry the weight of the world alone. I get to kneel in my rightful place and just be. Small. Soft. Humble. His.

It’s not popular to say, and I don’t need it to be. This isn’t for the world to understand, it’s for me to live. And I live it joyfully.

Men who understand the art of romance and passion and don't treat young girls like sex toys

Men who use their experience to teach young girls about their own pleasure, not to solely use them for his own

Men who use their experience to teach young girls about consent and boundaries, and not to manipulate them.

Men who date young girls with daddy issues and take their responsibility as a father figure seriously to help their girl heal from their trauma.

Men who display maturity and masculinity so a young girl can embrace her femininity and inner child.

Men who understand that love and respect must precede desire and lust.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.