Make Me Drink More And More Water Until I’m Desperate, Then Make Me Drink More. Until I’m Jamming

i was so good this week where is my reward!! 🥺🥺

cuntslapping with rings on

jellycats fossilly dinosaurs in small/mini :)

ideas for doms on how to add more tpe into your sub's life:

(these are long distance, but work either way :))

♡ every night your sub must send you a picture of their room, to prove that it is tidy and clean

♡ create a meal plan for them, with treats if they behave

♡ have them send you pictures of everything they eat and drink

♡ if you're into it: make them film whenever they are peeing and send it to you

♡ have your sub send you outfit checks each morning to get your approval

♡ have them send pics from before, during, or after every shower

♡ your sub must ask for permission and advice when making decisions, like dyeing their hair, buying things more than x€/$, etc.

♡ have them send you a screenshot of their screentime each week

♡ limit how much money they spend weekly, allow them to buy something they love as a reward

♡ weekly they must send you a video of a little 'body inspection' showing you everything from top to toe, inside and out

♡ read their journal entries (if they have a journal for kinky stuff, which they totally should btw :))

♡ a weekly photo of their calendar so you know what they have to get done

♡ forbidd them any bad habits (likee nail biting) and have them send pictures as proof

♡ make sure they eat and drink enough + take their medication

♡ write them a daily program or to do list with anything you consider important in their life

♡ have them send you photos of their outfit choices for you to decide before they go out

♡ choose what household tasks they have to complete

♡ decide how they spend their free time

♡ choose what they'll order in restaurants

have fun! 🐇

Accepting Help

She fumbled with her keys, trying to balance purse, backpack, and binder. She was exhausted. It was Friday but her mind was stuffed with worry. Too much to do. Her apartment was a mess. She was a mess. Organizing. Laundry, Grocery shopping. Work stuff. There wasn’t time. She’d been ignoring her friends even though they wanted to help. She didn’t want them to see her like this. She just… She didn’t know what she needed. And now she couldn’t get her damn stupid fucking keys in the lock!

With agonizing slowness, she unlocked the door and entered her apartment. Sandy, the true ruler of her apartment wasn’t in her usual perch. Instead the feline sat on her kitchen counter watching a man calmly washing her dishes. He was smiling of course. She’d given him the key. To her apartment and so much more. He was cleaning her moldy piled up dishes and grinning at her.

Instead of smiling back she felt the other part of her she couldn’t control PUSH. Push away. She groaned almost like a lament, “No! No you don’t have to do that!” She dropped her stuff slightly panicked. He calmly continued, finishing the last of the plates and drying his hands. No rush or hurry.

She was a ball of nerves as he approached her. Tension. Near tears and she had no idea why. Her body trembled a bit feeling his presence as stepped closer. His smell, always so good, mixed with a little dish soap.

“Hi there, little one.”

Fuck. He was using those names right off. She couldn’t right now. Everything was just so… She was so… Busy. Frustrated. Fucked up. “I don’t know if I can do this right now,” she said with a voice half trembling in anticipation and half bemoaning and wailing.

Her friend, her lover, her master, her something, slowly raised his hand and brushed a bit of hair away from her eyes. She partly melted. She raged in fury. His finger touched her between the eyes. Oh no! No no no!!!

“W-wait!” she said in a panic. He hesitated. His soft eyes bored into her but he did stop. She didn’t know exactly what… “I… I just… I can’t this weekend. I’ve got too much to-“

“No, little one. This is happening. You need it and you’re going to let me take care of you. But if you really can’t you know what to say. You ALWAYS have the choice.”

His finger was still touching her right at her switch. It hadn’t moved. She was in control. Her safe word bubbled to her lips. She could stop it. Explain. Make him leave so she didn’t make him waste his weekend on her. Ugh. Why did she think it like that? She wanted it. Or did she? She… She hated being a mess. Hated it.

A small rub on the bridge of her nose, almost imperceptible. Warmth threatened to bloom in her chest, just as a fuzziness threated to explode in her mind. His eyes still looked at her with the question. She couldn’t say anything either way, but she made her decision. All she managed was the barest of nods.

His expression was beautiful. She felt his finger start to trace down her nose slowly and everything clicked in her. That fuzziness boomed in her brain and instantly started dimming everything, just like a light dial. Equally the warmth spread in her, turning her body into helpless goo. She started to sway, and he caught her. The angry girl in her melted and her pussy thrummed. She finally felt blissfully sleepy and unconfused for the first time in weeks as her mouth fell open.

“w-w-wait…” she slurred, mind almost gone. He paused his finger just past her lips.

“Yes?”

“…I… w-wanna remember…”

“Of course, little one,” he said gently, “anything else?”

“w-work… meeting…”

“When, little one?” he asked calmly.

“s-saturday… t-two… thirty…”

“Good little girl,” and then his finger kept moving, “no need to think anymore.” She was senseless before his finger reached her chest, but her body kept responding. By the time it came to rest on her jeans over her pussy she was drooling, her eyes glazed, and her mind utterly obliterated. She didn’t really exist right now. Her trigger had hollowed her out completely.

In retrospect this would be the only part she had trouble remembering while her voided mind was crawling back into that familiar, wonderful, good girl and doll-like blank docility. She had no ideas what happened in that time. Didn’t hear any of the instructions about reflection and self worth. Everything that followed though... she later had perfect recall, even though it all happened in dream-like procession.

She was in a hot bubble bath, diligently washing and soaking like she was told. He did her dishes and cleaned her kitchen.

Afterwards he used her mouth a bit but didn’t finish.

She was naked on the couch snuggled with her blankie with soft LoFi playing and edging her tight, sloppy wet, cunt. He cleaned her apartment, dusted, vacuumed. Sandy watched everything and then ran from the noise.

Then he bent her over the arm of the couch and used her roughly. She screamed and came as she was told; and then he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed and obediently came again as it went down.

She was in bed floating and drifting. He fixed her computer.

It was bedtime so he ate her pussy until her body spasmed and kicked and then just kept going until she broke. She drifted off into a deep slumber as he spooned her, buried deep within her.

The next day she was kept blissfully unthinking. Mostly.

He did her laundry, assembled her new cabinet, and organized her closet.

She did her exercises, worshipped his cock, and took him in her ass.

Somewhere deep inside she reflected that it was good to accept help... maybe... from time to time. Then she orgasmed too hard and blacked out for a bit.

He turned her brain on for her meeting. She did the motions. She was a model employee, even made a great call out. No one saw the sneaky hand job offscreen on Zoom. He turned her mind off before she got him too excited.

He got groceries, did some finishing touches, and cooked dinner.

She edged more, napped, and took another bath.

He used her most of the evening and filled her throat and her pussy.

She remembered it was okay to ask for help when she wasn’t loving herself enough. Then the feeling of him leaking out of her dropped her into a helpless stupor.

It wasn’t until late Sunday morning that her mind started returning slowly. She had been crouching inside herself working on things. Talking to herself. While she had been blank, she had time inside. Slowly burning candles. Slowly turning gears.

He hadn’t used her today. They were both pleasantly exhausted. But she was still horny for him. That never really went away even when she was sated. She’d spent the morning curled up on his lap while he watched Netflix. Between two lazy blinks she was suddenly her thinking self again. She lazily looked up and saw him gazing down at her kindly.

“You… you didn’t have-“

“Ah,” he cautioned putting a finger to her lips.

She stilled and snuggled. Right. Honesty. No lying... even to herself.

“Thank you, love. I… I needed this.”

He smiled and her heart melted without any trigger.

“You do so much for me…” she mumbled.

“Thank you for accepting help, sweetie,” he said in return. And she melted even more. She wanted to almost weep in comfortable happiness but instead she just nuzzled. He stroked her hair. Sandy curled up against them. And even though the weekend was almost over, she was finally settled.

When they find out you have a Tumblr and what you use it for so they make you lie in bed next to them while they go through all your dirty posts and likes. Of course, you won’t be allowed to justify or explain yourself so they gag you and tie your hands behind your back. All you can do is lie there completely humiliated as they make sure you can’t see exactly what they’re looking at and say things like “Oh that’s the sort of thing you’re into?” “Fuck you’re such a disgusting little slut” and “Maybe I’ll have to give that one a try later” Every once in a while reaching over with one hand to play with your chest to keep themself entertained with your little muffled moans and gasps.

real people being partially closeted or ambiguous about their own sexuality while making Gay Art is not queerbaiting

i just want him to ask me what’s wrong and i can go “my brain is going too fast, thinking too much” and have him say “let’s turn that pretty little brain off then, hm?” and fuck me until i can’t think of anything that has ever been wrong