Part of the standard Asbethserilian training for slavegirls involves maintain the same submissive pose for long periods showing minimal to no motion at all.
Chains and leashes are placed on the slave not so much to prevent an escape attempt (at this point of her training a slavegirl’s spirit is usually so broken that even thinking of being “set free” can cause her to faint from fear and despair) but rather to make sure the required pose is kept as the leads attached to the slave collar are connected to machinery registering any significant shift in the slavegirl balance or to a Governess’ wrist for the very same reason.
Pointless fact, that font is called Evil Dead. Love those movies.
imagine what it will be like to have him yours then stop imagining and make him yours
Do you ever see yourself settling down? Doing the family thing? Finding the one guy you keep permanently as yours?
Yes I do. I want a family. A husband and four kids. Ideally, two boys and two girls.
But the husband has to come first. So far I haven’t found a man that can stand up to me. Whenever I meet a guy at a party that seems interesting, mysterious, strong, I’m drawn to him. If he can keep up a conversation and knows how to flirt well, it piques my interest. I turn on the charm offensive and boom we’re dating. As long as he can stand up to me I’m happy. But over time I start to wear guys down. I don’t to it on purpose. I swear! It’s just who I am. Before too long I start taking over the relationship and the bedroom. I always tell the guys I’m dating all about what I do. They’re usually quite fascinated by it. But the moment he asks me about chastity for for himself I know the relationship’s days are numbered. I can’t help myself. “Oh! It’s incredible! Do you want to try it out, just to see what it feels like? I bet you’re curious.” Guys can’t seem to say no. Before you know it he’s locked up nice and snug. “What you do think? Comfy, eh? Doesn’t it feel like my hand is always gripping you? But this isn’t even the best part. You need to wait a couple more days for that.” Days turn to weeks and what do you think happens to bf?
You guessed it. Once that cage slides on it’s only a matter of time until boyfriend becomes boy toy. It’s not all bad. At least he’ll be forever bound to me, always someone special. Just not a husband.
But I have hope that someday a man will be able to stand up to me and keep me in my place. Is that man you?
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