Welcome to the server room :3

• Not enjoying a certain act (i.e. tying up, pain play, etc) does not make you a bad sub.

• Not sharing the same kinks as your dom(s) does not make you a bad sub.

• Asserting your wants, needs and/or triggers does not make you a bad sub.

• Stopping a scene entirely and not wanting to continue does not make you a bad sub.

Bdsm is supposed to be fun. You can stop or alter things to suit your comfort. It’s ok to do this.

Also, Conor McGregor blew out his knee in like nine seconds last night and Drake lost a million dollars betting on him.

-you can in fact get hypnotized over text and it’s way hotter than you think

-if youre really susceptible to suggestions (like me fucking apparently) it can get farther away from where youre comfy for than you’d like, and you’d literally never notice unless you just take a step back, so we MUST be careful!!

-Hypnokink community has a wide mixture of people, but there’s genuinely chill and normal people out there!!!

As if Joanne couldn't get any shittier, she misgendered and insulted a woman who called for support, all because the woman had PCOS/PMOS and "didn't sound feminine enough."

Fuck her.

My dress is torn at the bottom. There was a party in town earlier this evening and I'd stopped by in my best new dress. I wanted to make a good impression and the invitation said to wear something formal, so I did. How foolish I was. It's freezing out here in the woods. Did they put something in my drink? I see the signs of my struggle from my captors all over my body. Marks, scrapes, finger prints in my skin. I feel betrayed. Heart broken. Terrified. I pull and tug at my hands to try and free them to no avail. Whoever tied me here was skillful, they knew I'd try and escape so they made my bonds extra tight. They've definitely done this before. In the dark night I can't see a thing. Can't hear anything but my own nervous breathing. I try and look around but my head is spinning with panic. How did I get here? How did I get into this predicament? "You don't need to worry about a thing ever again my pretty prey." A voice replies. I gasp. Pulling hard on the ropes, I twist my body around to get a better view of whatever was behind the sound. Out of a nearby cluster of trees, under a blanket of dark night steps a figure, cloaked in a long velvet cape, their glowing red eyes piercing through the blackness to meet mine. They are simply beautiful. I'm trapped again, now in their gaze.

The mixture of fear and intrigue is intoxicating. My mind swims and sinks in the feelings bubbling up inside it, mingling with pure panic. I want to scream. I want to cry. But a deep, dark sense of pure calm washes over me. An unnatural feeling knowing I should be on edge at this beautiful stranger approaching me like this but I can't do anything else except lazily stare into those eyes. They cut through to my very core. My eyes, my body and my mind start to feel heavy as my focus is stolen from me. My attention held in their vice like grip as they whisper words directly into my head. "Relax my thrall. You don't need to worry now. I have you right where I want you. You'll be safe with me. I've come to rescue you." They say with a smirk. I sigh deeply. "Thank you so much." I whisper through the foggy haze in my head. Heart skipping a beat. Eyes fluttering as they approach. Close enough to cup my chin with a cold hand and lift my head up to meet their eyes. Now we're face to face their power over me seems overwhelmingly strong. Thoughts stripped right out of my mind. I smile through my dreamy haze at them. It's so nice they are helping me keep my head up. I was becoming so relaxed against the ropes that my neck could barely hold the weight of my own heavy head. My eyes struggling to remain open. It's becoming so hard to see the eyes I need to keep falling deeper into. Mind starting to crack under the weight of their voice penetrating through my empty head.

"Hold still." They say as they untie my hands. I giggle shyly at them, becoming so flustered as they pull at my ropes, breathing down my neck as they do. Even if I could move I wouldn't. Their command overwrites my own wants or will. My body, so weak now I can barely stand, crumbles into their arms as they lower me softly to the ground. Head in their lap I look up at them. Unable to even think of attempting to leave of my own free will, or trying to break the sleepy spell they seem to have me under. They brush a hand down my cheek. Sharp nails tracing the outline of my face. "Are you ready to be saved from those dreadful people who trapped you?" They ask. I nod eagerly before they have even finished their question. I'd say yes to anything they asked of me right now. Smiling up at them, I feel so lucky they found me here, my hero. "I'll remember to tell your friends back in the village thank you for such a pretty prize tonight. You made a beautiful offering." They open their lips and I see the two white fangs glistening in the darkness. My heart racing. My breath hitching. "Please save me." I whisper. The words feel foreign to me like they aren't formed of my own thoughts but a compulsion. I'm just a puppet for their control. A player in their pantomime. They write the script into my head. "I'll do anything to be yours." They smile back down at me. "I'll protect you now. Don't worry my precious prey." They pull me close, bite down hard into my neck and then the world fades to nothing. Their fangs are sharp and their grip is firm. My body sinks into the pain and pure bliss. There's nothing to do. Nothing to say. I give in to them completely, falling into deep sleepy surrender to my new owner knowing when I wake, I'll be someone new. Whoever they want me to be.