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ohhh you don't want to regress? okay yeah i get it. *cuts your fruit up into little pieces* *holds your hand to bring you places* *only uses the sweet condescending voice on you* yeah i get it *orders for you* *buys you new plushies*

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

i’m tired, i just wanna be a good pet and relax. no more school plz 🥺

Sweet as a strawberry ♥️🌷🐞🍓

These men just stole the personal information of everyone in America AND control the Treasury. Link to article.

Akash Bobba

Edward Coristine

Luke Farritor

Gautier Cole Killian

Gavin Kliger

Ethan Shaotran

Spread their names!

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

🤤🤤

CW: hypnotic induction, light confusion induction, obedience triggers, suggestion to share this post

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they say your mind is in its absolute dumbest state while you're scrolling through social media.

it must be so easy to slip subtle messages into these simple strings of words that might sneak past your conscious mind and seep right into your subconscious, because that's the only part of you that needs to understand what i'm saying right now.

it can be so easy to start to zone out and find yourself forgetting everything around you. your eyes can sometimes find themselves so fixated on the screen, on reading each and every word so carefully that everything else you were thinking before becomes simply irrelevant, just pops away like bubbles in a clear blue sky.

and you might think you want to look away, but you'd be wrong. think about it. you haven't yet, have you? that must be because you really want to be here, right? so why would you look away now if you want this?

don't think about it too hard. or let your mind wander, that's okay too. either way, a part of you is clearly interested in what i have to say, so i know you'll come back for more. if you're still reading this, it's because

you want this.

i didn't put you in this state. you chose this, didn't you? i know you've been scrolling and scrolling for minutes, hours, or maybe even days waiting to find that certain someone who would be brave enough to tell you how you're completely docile right now.

that's okay. everybody feels this sometimes, when they scroll for such a long time. it's perfectly normal, so you can just allow yourself to let go and sink into it. everything else can just fade into the background while you focus more and more on my words.

there you go, that's better...

it's much more enjoyable when you let your mind relax and enjoy this feeling, now isn't it?

that's right. it feels good. you want this.

hm... i bet all those pesky thoughts are such hard work, aren't they? it must be exhausting, having to use your brain so much, huh? wouldn't it be so much easier to let me do all the thinking for you instead?

of course it would. so i'm going to do you a favor in a few moments, if you can just focus and follow along for me, ok?

very good. you're doing so well. you're really so good at reading every one of my words and letting them into your empty mind.

i'm going to count from 10, down to 1, and with every number, you may notice that it's becoming harder and harder to think of anything but the numbers. so eager to reach the next one, anticipating it, but staying focused on reading the words between, because that's what i've told you to do, and you probably don't have the mind to disobey me, do you?

or, of course, you might not notice anything at all as you become more and more...

blank.

you want this.

so we start with

10,

your mind drifting in a state of perpetual fuzz, like draping you in a soft, cozy blanket.

9,

relaxing into the warmth, because it's nice and comfortable and safe here.

8,

each number acts like the snap of my fingers, bringing you to attention and keeping your focus.

7,

reading more, thinking less.

6,

and however your body reacts, it's perfectly fine and normal.

5,

it means you're comfortable here with me, and that's very good.

4,

getting so close to where you want to be now, and however deep you want to go, you can go.

3,

it's exciting to realize that my thoughts are becoming your thoughts. you're becoming emptier. and that feels good.

2,

feeling so good now, so much bliss and deep relaxation. you're ready for me to finish counting, waiting so desperately for that last number.

and

1,

just let yourself

DROP.

you want this.

you want to be hypnotized, and it feels so good as you

DROP.

it's okay if you slump over a bit, or your eyes flutter. but you'll keep them open, because you want to keep reading.

you want to

DROP.

you want this.

and because you want this, you will allow it into your mind.

you want my words to be true.

it feels good when my words are true, doesn't it?

you want to nod your head.

and so you nod your head.

you want to

DROP.

every time i tell you to

DROP.

you go so much deeper.

and you want to go deeper.

you want this.

and because you want this, it will become true.

so when i, or anyone you trust to control you, tells you

you want this.

you'll find yourself wanting it. and it feels so natural, because you do want it, don't you? you must, if you feel this strongly about it.

and of course you do, because

you want this to be true.

and just like that, it is. but you've chosen to let it become true, and that is important.

you will only do what you're comfortable doing. wanting something doesn't mean you have to do it. you still have free will, and if you don't feel safe in doing something, you will not have to do it. remember this.

this is for your safety. i need you to be safe, and take care of yourself. good playthings take care of themselves.

now...

you want this.

you want to be hypnotized.

you want to read my words.

you want to obey my words.

you want to

DROP.

even deeper for me.

that's it. you've done so well.

so let's put this to the test, what do you say?

you want to like this post.

you want to reblog this post and share how good it made you feel.

you want to read this again whenever it comes up on your feed.

and when you reread this, the suggestions within will become so much stronger, and control you even deeper.

feel the desire to follow my suggestions grow stronger with each passing moment. but you won't yet. you'll finish reading this, and then you'll obey your orders.

after you've liked and reblogged this post, you'll wake from this trance as slowly or as quickly as you'd like. if you want to take a few minutes to bask in this pleasant relaxation, that's perfectly okay, and if you'd rather come all the way up as soon as you're finished, that's fine too. whenever you choose to wake up, you'll do so feeling refreshed, and ready to take on the rest of your day with a smile.

now go ahead and follow my instructions. i know you want to give in.

i hope you enjoyed this, and that you have a lovely rest of your day :)

When You're Non-Verbal

Sometimes Good Girls become non-verbal and it's just hard to find your words. This can be because you're too little, too tired, too stimulated or lots of other things. Here are some things that can help when words just aren't coming:

One for yes, two for no. Your partner can ask yes or no questions for essential things.

Hand squeeze means "I love you and I need you." A good way to let your partner know that you need to be held.

Signs for common things like "drink" or "sleep" or "space." Practice beforehand and your partner can be ready to give what you need.

Having ways to communicate when words fail is important for meeting your needs. Don't wait until you're in need to practice these strategies. Partners should be patient and ready to listen so they can still be helpful and supportive when the words aren't coming. Besides, it's nice that you need us. We just want to take good care of you.

Women are getting rid of their Trump supporting partners while they still legally can since they clearly don't give a shit about them or any other woman.

If you're thinking about getting a divorce, you should do it while you still can.

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.

hi 🥰

Little miss hits her pen like her lungs depend on it and immediately fantasizes about gross sex afterwards

Sometimes, when we’re laying in bed together, I pull his hand up to my throat. He knows what I’m asking and will grab my throat and squeeze, disrupting my ability to breathe easily and letting pressure build in my chest. It’s never hard enough to make me worry or safeword but builds gradually to just enough to serve as a casual reminder that I’m his to hurt and torment.

Sometimes, I just need that reassurance. It makes me feel safe.

i don’t want to be big today 😥🥺

If this ain’t the truth. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Handcuffs and rope are tucked into his backpack. The man rides the train to her house. A brief glimpse of fear cuts into him as she opens the door. “Hi! Thanks for coming!” The girl looks beautiful as always. She wraps him in a tight hug. She smells like lavender. Leading her friend inside, she chatters about her day.

The man sits at the kitchen table and watches her scurry around. She was always like this, full of life and energy. It was intoxicating. Her innocent giggles and chipper anecdotes had entranced him long ago. “I wanna show you some art I’ve been making! Oh! And you can meet my plants!” He can hear passerby from the street outside. The man slides the window shut.

“Can you help me with this?” Her weak hands twist around a jar lid. Standing next to her, he towers over the girl. A satisfying pop follows. He’s a lot stronger than her. She thanks him and prepares a snack. “I rearranged my room – come see!” The girl’s sanctuary is as cute and chaotic as she is. The headboard of her bed has open slats. He could tie something to them.

She drops her phone on the unmade bed and moves to her dresser. The man stealthily pushes her phone between the bed and the frame. It would be hard to find in an emergency. Watching her light some incense, he admires her body. “Today has been such a good day~ <3” A pang of guilt touches his soul. The man pushes it down. He’s already made his decision.

The girl spins around as aromatic smoke floats around her. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get something from my bag.” She steps in close to him and stands on her tiptoes. Her lips touch his in an affectionate kiss. Seeing his shocked expression, the girl blushes. “I’m sorry! I should have asked first…” She’s flustered and embarrassed. “…I just always thought you were really hot…” He touches her frail body. “…and I was wondering if you’d be okay with… hooking up?”

The pair collapses onto the bed, kissing and groping each other. She rubs his cock as he nibbles on her neck. The scent of lavender washes over him. He pulls off her dress without a fight. He takes off her panties without ripping them. She sucks his cock without crying. When he fingers her pussy, her legs open wide instead of squeezing shut.

She holds onto the headboard as he ruts into her. Eager to be a good fuck, the girl talks dirty to him. “You can do whatever you want to me.” The man grins, thrusting deep. “Oh, I know.” She feels even better than he imagined. Losing himself in the moment, he grips her wrists and pins her into the pillow. The girl giggles, enjoying his rough handling. He fucks her as hard as he wants. Always enthusiastic, she takes him well.

Strong hands hold her throat. Weak hands push against his body for a moment. She gives in, letting him choke her as he cums in her pussy. The girl gasps as he relaxes, laying on top of her. The couple rest in warm silence. The girl’s fingers stroke along his back. “It’s so stuffy in here… I thought I left a window open.” He shrugs. “Have you seen my phone?” She searches the bed as his cum dribbles from her cunt. “Maybe it slid down the side.”

They cuddle and enjoy their pillow talk. “So, what made you want to have sex with me?” She looks for some easy validation. He obliges her. “Everything about you. You’re fun, beautiful, interesting. You smell like lavender.” The girl wiggles cheerfully, enjoying his praise. “What made you want to have sex with me?”

She looks bashful, and cuddles into his arms. The girl lays her head on his chest.

“I always feel really safe with you…”

jellycats fossilly dinosaurs in small/mini :)

😵‍💫😖🥰

I’d love to share a joint somewhere private with a masochistic slut who’ll let me punish them if they exhale before I tell them too. Having them look at me with hazey, watery, panicked eyes as they try to hold it in. Not only that, but will also let me give them spankings or a good cropping if they cough or choke on the hit. You wouldn’t want to be wasting daddy’s weed now, would we?

Dad boyfriend >>>

♡ “Gosh you spend so much time on your hair and makeup.”

♡ “Sweetheart, let’s pick something more appropriate to wear.”

♡ “Short skirt and crop top? In this weather?”

♡ “Cmon, get up.”

♡ “I don’t care if you don’t like the taste of toothpaste, brush your teeth.”

♡ “I’m not going to ask again.”

♡ “I’ll count to five. One. Two. Exactly.”

♡ “And what have we learnt from being a brat?”

♡ Fingers through the hair.

♡ Sassyness.

♡ Snarky comments.

♡ “Good girl, cmere.”

♡ Pulls you onto his lap.

♡ “Who’s the oldest here?”

♡ “Back when I was your age,”

praying for a possessive dilf who's only nice to me who's tall and has nice veiny hands and who handles my attitude with their words

want a dom who will control my hits when i smoke. commanding how long i inhale and how many hits i should take to make me a dizzy as they want them. want them to drug me out to their desire so when they're touching me i wont be able to comprehend whats happening to me > < !!

IF 👏🏼 YOUR 👏🏼 WOMAN 👏🏼 LIKES 👏🏼 BEING 👏🏼 CHOKED 👏🏼 DURING 👏🏼 SEX 👏🏼 YOU'RE 👏🏼 SUPPOSED 👏🏼 TO 👏🏼 SQUEEZE 👏🏼 THE 👏🏼 SIDES 👏🏼 OF 👏🏼 HER 👏🏼 NECK 👏🏼 WITH 👏🏼 YOUR 👏🏼 FINGERS 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 CRUSH 👏🏼 HER 👏🏼 WINDPIPE 👏🏼 WITH 👏🏼 YOUR 👏🏼 PALM 👏🏼 YOU 👏🏼 IDIOT 👏🏼

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.

seriously why does no one ever listen to me

As a result of the poll we ran here and on Fetlife last week (Shock Collar vs Motorbuny), you sadists chose shock collar! I added a bit of a twist to it though, as this was not a full session: I made Roxy pick a card and that's how many shocks she had to endure, while holding two full glasses of water at arm's length. We will run another poll this week and give you two more options to torment Roxy

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

this is beyond gross and disgusting. shame on you Nikki Haley. from the river to the sea 🇵🇸🍉