Well 🧍‍♀️ As A Reminder This Blog Is NOT A Safe Space For Trump Supporters But It IS A Safe

Wearing a collar and your SO's hoodie and maybe a skirt, but nothing else, is peak fashion

If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again

daydreaming about

promise rings 🥰🥰

day collars 🥹🥰☺️☺️

..good shit.

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.

smalltalk is important. smalltalk is one of the "social glues" that hold communities together. smalltalk is a ritual of signaling to other people that you are safe to talk to. now think for a minute about being a person who is completely unable to engage in an activity that holds communities together or signals to other people that they are safe to talk to. think about how that would limit that person's ability to engage safely with their community, limit the support they get from others, lead to pervasive loneliness and isolation. think for a minute about the resentment that would build up from that type of isolation.

all of the above 💕

Hi Mia :) curious to know what elements of punishment you like other than just the actual spanking

i love punishment that is ritualistic. i’m not a masochist so what turns me on most is all of the humiliating little details of a spanking rather than the actual physical act of spanking itself. some of the elements of punishment i like are:

being sent to my room (either just in general to wait for my punishment or something like being told that i better be found in the corner with my hands on my head or laying on the bed in position with my bottoms off when he comes up there)

him taking off my pants/skirt and panties/pull-ups/diaper. i like when this is made a point because it’s extra humiliating for him to do it. like as if i can’t unbutton my own pants! and also the vulnerability and sensation of him slowly baring me

alternatively, him leaving my panties on for “modesty” at first (because i’m a big girl now) but giving me a wedgie so he can still make it feel like he’s spanking me bare. feeling my undies rubbing against me as he pulls on them also is extra humiliating and turns me on

being scolded- a serious voice scolding me does so much for me. i like the tone of my spankings to be very serious but caring, like he’s doing this because he loves me and he has to for my own good

corner time after, maybe even in an embarrassing position like straddling a chair (i reblogged this recent and was like 👀) or daddy’s put me in a painful position like kneeling on rice

mouth soaping- especially if he is actually washing my mouth out with soap (like in videos where the disciplinarian makes sure the soap is sudsy enough and rubs it all over)

early bedtime punishment!!!!!

even grounding and limiting privileges and such excites me

extended spankings- like maintenance spankings or being told i will get a spanking every night before bed for x amount of time

i fantasize about being restrained for very serious spankings

certain positions- like for some reason i love laying flat on the bed and being belted. over the knee is of course a classic. and then there’s plenty of other embarrassing positions or even bending over the couch, etc

him not stopping no matter how much i beg because i’m not in control and he decides when i’ve had enough. i don’t want to be able to talk myself out of anything

subtle touching during a spanking is humiliating, because it’s not outright sexual touching but i like touching that feels a bit inappropriate like rubbing or inspecting

temperature taking is a huge fantasy of mine

lecturing and scolding and talking about the spanking (“you’re going to be a sorry little girl once i’m done with you”, “i don’t like spanking you but you give me no choice sometimes”, “do you understand me?”, and so many more), also the initial threat of spankings

certain outfits like school uniform as if i just got home from getting in trouble at school or pajamas for an early bedtime punishment

being diapered after, losing potty privileges (“if you’re going to act like a little girl you will be treated as such”)

being told to spread my legs

so so much more!

🥺🥺

what if you go to the doctor w/ your dom, bc you just ache down there so much that it can’t be normal. and awkwardly you stutter this out to the doctor as your dom sits in silence in the examination room, a mild look of amusement in their eyes.

and the doctor opens their mouth and asks, “how long has it been since you’ve orgasmed?”

“w-what?” you stutter out, already feeling the tips of your ears burn with humiliation.

the doctor’s eyes flick to the collar around your neck, to the confident stance of your dom. “how long has it been since you’ve let them cum?” the doctor asks casually.

your dom is entirely unfazed. “months,” they reply casually “but i edge them a few times a week.”

your thighs brush together, seeking sensation just thinking about it. the doctor tsks and places a hand on your inner thigh and spreads your legs. again, you burn red and your dom shoots a casual glance towards you.

“your sub needs an orgasm,” the doctor states professionally, snapping gloves on and spreading your thighs. “may I?” they ask your dom instead of you. your dom nods.

“this is highly professional,” the doctor tells you. “there’s nothing wrong with me touching you like this. this is all business,” they coo, slipping their fingers into you.

they make a pouty face, mocking you. “you trust me, don’t you?”

you nod, almost lost in the haze of horniness and subspace.

“I would never do anything to hurt you, you know this!” they tell you in a patronizing tone. all you do is spread your thighs wider. and then they laugh. “god, you’re already horny. what a little slut,” they mock.

desperate and sensitive, you buck your hips into their palm with a whine.

your dom tsks. “slap them. they can’t move their hips.”

you feel the rubber gloves of the doctors other hand squeezing your face, peering at you curiously, tilting your chin from side to side, tugging at your mouth. the warmth of their fingers leaves your face as they drop their hand, then bring it up again to slap you. hard. but you stay silent.

“awww, they liked it,” the doctor hums, returning to their place between your legs.

“so tell me,” the doctor states, casually, continuing to stroke you, “what did the patient do that was so bad that they couldn’t cum for months?”

you whine, embarrassed that they’re talking about you like you’re not there.

“they masturbated and then lied to me about it,” your dom hums. “but I suppose their punishment is over,” they shrug, watching with a glint in their eye as the doctor finger-fucks you.

“what a good little toy,” the doctor smiles wickedly at you, wrinkling their nose. “I’ve got to get myself one of these.” they add another finger, and you yowl - it feels like they’re stretching you out. fuck, you think to yourself.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” you sob out, digging your fingers into the examination table. you glance at your dom for permission, and they nod, so you fall apart with a desperate scream.

the doctor snaps off their gloves with a small smile, and leaves you there on the table - spread out and panting, still dripping, makeup running down your face with tears.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a while - in case there’s anything else you want to check up on,” the doctor winks at your dom before walking out.

so excited to wear cute sundresses this summer bc there are so many different things i can hide under them! have i got a cute lil plug in my ass? am i wearing some sexy lingerie? am i wearing no underwear? have i got a lush vibrating in my cunt? the possibilities are endless

Right now, I have students who are crying in class.

Students who won't even come to class, who I'm sincerely not sure will come to class again for the rest of the term.

Students who say they're leaving the country and will find a way to get me out too if I'd like.

Students who are texting, e-mailing, and Discord-ing me saying that they can't stop crying, that they can't cope with the uncertainty and chaos anymore.

Students who are asking me what to do and how to cope. My job is to help students learn, and a big part of learning is learning how to interpret and contextualize things, and how to approach problems in a productive and meaningful way.

I don't know how to approach this. I don't know what advice to give them. I don't know how to stop them from crying beyond telling them it's okay to cry, even though they're all adults and they know that already.

If you voted for him, you did this. If you put the price of bread or imaginary boogeymen or some abstract "need for change" above the well-being of your countrymen, you did this. If you didn't vote, or voted for an unwinnable third-party candidate because of some moral purity bullshit where it's more important to be right than practical, you did this.

If you did this, you've traumatized an entire generation with your selfishness and short-sightedness.

If you did this, I don't want you anywhere near my students, and I don't want you anywhere near me. Unfollow me, block me, blacklist my tags, fuck off to your closed-minded corner of the Internet and get the hell away from me. My obligation is to myself, humanity, to my LGBTQ+ and biracial family members, to my friends from all walks of life and all countries, to the students of color in my research group, and to my fellow women.

Not to you. Not to him.