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being called "dumb" turns me on so much..... but not in a "you're genuinely an idiot" way, more of a "aww baby, your brain just turns off when your needy, huh? you can't even make proper sentences. you're so cute and pathetic, my little dumb pet" way

i would literally do anything if it meant being called good girl after it

okay but bratting in public and taking it too far around his friends, thinking that he won't do anything only for him to drag me by the wrist out of the room. bending me over and spanking me as hard he could with his hand before forcing me to my knees to suck him off and then taking me back inside with the promise of finishing my punishment later. i take my seat, wincing and disheveled. my dress rumpled and my lipstick smudged and when asked where he took me, i meet his eyes begging him not to be honest but he looks away and says "i had to discipline her because she clearly forgets her place sometimes"

So the police aren't obligated to protect children, but they can handcuff parents trying to protect their children and they can shoot rubber bullets at peaceful protesters...but defunding the police is a radical idea?

I like your fixation on a cozy little pet cage - ever been ‘owned’ in reality before?

hello! thanks for the ask!

i had a long distance relationship with a dominant who i met up with occasionally but that ended a few years ago. i would consider that relationship one where he ‘owned’ me. however, it’s been a while since i have been in a d/s dynamic.

Clicker training is such a fun way of dehumanizing someone. It's nearly impossible to resist becoming conditioned to it - especially when those clicks are the only time you get any kind of affection, or even any food for the stubborn new pets. Hating yourself for the excitement and strange pride you feel when you hear the click and get a treat. You don't mean to be so obedient, you just unthinkingly follow commands now. The part of your brain that knows you're really just a submissive pet in need of an owner wants treats and love and to be my good pet. More and more, you won't be sure where that part ends and you begin. That's alright though, because you just heard a click and there's a treat being pressed into your mouth and a hand petting your hair and that's all that really matters anymore.