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ngl I thought the puzzle piece as an autistic symbol meant like. I am a vital puzzle piece to your society. humans would never have invented half the things they did without us. you're telling me it means I'm missing something?? buddy. listen. listen to me reeeeaal closely. no human has all the pieces to humanity. no one. no one has all the features enables no one has all the strengths weaknesses or quirks. no one has a whole puzzle. we make the freaking complete picture together. that's the freaking point.

THIS!!

if thousands of conservatives could quit bud light over making a SINGLE can with a trans persons face on it, you can quit chic fil a for them donating millions to anti lgbtq groups and harry potter for being written by the face of TERFS.

use your words is underrated as a humiliation tactic. of course i know what you want baby. thats my job. i just wanna hear you say it in explicit, nasty detail. want to see you get so embarrassed you’re about ready to cry. every time you manage to choke some more of your sick fantasy out, ill touch you just a little. tip you over the edge until i hear all of your perverted desires. i have to hear you say everything. just to be sure. gotta use your words or its no fun

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!

someone message me I’m bored

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.

cuntslapping with rings on

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

this!!!

Sometimes the best part about slapping your little slut isn’t even the actual impact, it’s the anticipation she feels. I absolutely fucking love to beat the fuck out of her pussy or her ass with my hand, or even her face, and watch as she gets all tense and clenches her body when she sees my hand coming in hard for another one. But naturally, I throw a few fake ones in there. Make it look realllllll convincing before stopping just short of contact, hearing her whine because she so badly needed my touch, even if it was to beat her into submission. It makes the real ones that much better.

hello kitty bongs

Can you truly keep a slave?

rb to give your mutuals a silly little paper valentine card and a red heart shaped lollipop 💖

Daddy can i wear my toy in public while you call me a good girl while controlling it♡?

Please

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.

someone message me i’m bored and want to chat

✨️ Just a lil subby pet who innocently sucks on her daddies fingers while desperately grinding on his thigh ✨️

Faux sympathy >>>

“Aw am I hurting you? Good”

“You poor thing, shut up and take it”

“Is someone embarrassed? Spread your fucking legs for me”

When it comes to bladder torture, there’s just something about having a bathroom you can lock with a physical key…

.Filling your sub up with glass after glass of water and then taunting them with the key, making them beg and plead for it, dangling it just out of their reach. Or holding it right up in front of their face where they could easily grab it, if they weren’t such a good and loyal piss slave of course. The only thing they’d dare to grab is their crotch (if their dom will allow it).

.Hiding the key somewhere and forcing the sub to look for it. Watching their face slowly turn pink as they get more and more flustered. Their little whimpers and grimaces of agony as they’re forced to bend over, folding their painfully full bladder in half to reach around under the chairs and sofa. Or reaching up to high cupboards and shelves, leaving them no choice but to wrench their hands away from the front of their pants/skirt. You get to sit back and watch them rush around, turning the place upside-down as they get increasingly frustrated and tense, searching in increasingly unlikely places as their urge grows. You pour yourself a nice big drink for the show, letting the trickling sounds drive them even more crazy, as you wonder whether they’ll find the key in time to avoid an accident.

.For longer periods of control, every time your sub tries the bathroom door there’s always a chance it’ll be locked. Maybe a 50/50 chance, if youre feeling particularly mean. And of course, you always make sure theyre keeping nice and hydrated, so they spend a lot of time fumbling with the door handle, pressing their knees together, their face falling as they realize theyre just gonna have to wait this time. Unless they ask very nicely. If they’ve been out all day travelling and holding it in, the moment they get back home is always particularly stressful, since they don’t know yet if they can pee there either. Or if they get home before you, theyre just gonna have to sit and squirm til you arrive with the key.

.The sound of the lock opening becomes a trigger for their bladder, since it usually means they’re about to get relief. You take advantage of this by turning the key ever so sloooowwwly, watching them twitch and tug at their belt/zipper, knowing that their body is instinctively getting ready to release, and prolonging their suffering as long as possible. Then, for an added bit of cruelty, you open the door and let them rush towards the toilet before suddenly closing it in their face.

.Multiple subs competing for the locked bathroom, as only one of them is allowed access to the key at a time. They stand side by side, shaking and trembling, to let you inspect their lower stomachs while teasing and stroking your fingertips across their bulging bladders. The subs wait with baited breath to hear which one of them gets to go first. Maybe the one who wins gets cocky and brags about their relief to the still-desperate loser, riling them up even more. Or, maybe, neither of them have been good enough to get permission yet, and the dom pours them another round of drinks.

Mean dom who rears his hand back just to watch me flinch and feel me tighten up while he’s guts deep inside me. Doing it over and over again until he actually hits me, making sure I never know if he’s serious or just fucking with me when he wants to hurt me.

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"

I've been really wanting pancakes