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There's this fucking horrific thing some people do when they get a new pet bird where they'll intentionally take it to a place where there's larger predatory birds, release it, let it get malled, and then try to save it at the last moment. If the bird dies no biggie try again next week, if it doesn't then it sees the outside world as dangerous and sees you as a saviour.

Anyway unrelated do you want to come out drinking with me and my domme friends?

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attackdog puppyplay where I rip your enemies to bloody pieces and then lay my head in your lap to hear ‘attaboy’ and feel fingers in my sweaty, bloody hair

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i’m not a very big fan of drugs myself so i think it would be hot if a dom got themselves completely mindless and fucked and raped the shit out of me because they don’t remember the safe words or the rules

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this fat girl fall is dedicated to all the fat girls without an hourglass or pear shape. Square girls and apple girls, this one's for you only

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Mommy who cums on my face and in my mouth, lays on the bed in ecstasy for a few minutes, before her bliss turns to fear. she spends several minutes straight pacing and whispering, "fuck. fuck. i can't fucking believe i did that. why did i do that? fuck."

she takes me and puts me in the bath, carefully and gently cleaning my face and body while saying, with her voice trembling, "you can't tell anyone about this, okay, baby? this is between you and Mommy. nobody can know about this, okay? are you okay, sweetie? you're okay."

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What I ask of my victims is impossible, which won’t stop me from asking of course. What is my impossible ask? Simply put, I want them to feel the exact compliment to what I feel, through all my volatility, irrationality, and caprice. The poor things always try their best, but the hyperstimulus of my attention has to overwhelm them eventually. Catatonia and withdrawal is soon to follow. “I’m too tired” — the worst three words in the English language.

In the open air prison of the real world, this is the point where I start to cut them and beat them. I get angry and upset. They promised they were entirely mine, down to the feelings and nerves. Now they claim to be tired? No. They have no right to be tired when I’ve barely started hurting them yet.

I know I’m wrong, of course. I know we both just need a good night’s sleep. I know they’ve done nothing but their best for me and they don’t deserve my hatred. I know in the morning that I’ll have the full spectrum of their emotions to play with again.

It’s just a shame for them that, in the moment, all I want is violent revenge on the world for only giving me 99.99% of what I want.

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i strongly understand the appeal of like starvation play and meal control but it often overlaps too much w narratives that are just too fatphobic for me to look past. yet again i’m not doing this because it is good for you. in fact im explicitly trying to get you to have a bad time and im not gonna pretend this is me making you healthy. i’m making you weak and shaky and desperate. it is literally like one of the most beautifully guaranteed ways to get someone desperate and you can vary those rewards to so many ways

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you have to give the cute stalker some hints okay she's trying very hard for you but it's not as easy as it sounds

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scene where the dom is so lighthearted about raping you like. like they don’t even care. making jokes while ur crying and pinned down and being forced to take it. hearing them go “wow, you reallllyyy don’t like this, huh?” and laugh at you. you think at first they aren’t taking it seriously but then you realize like. what is there to be taken seriously. ur so pathetic can it even be called rape if ur just sitting there. ohhh being goaded by your own rapist

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Contrary to popular belief a trans woman has more parts than just her crotch. You can touch a trans woman in places that aren't her penis. May I suggest touching all of the trans girl?

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need to put a girl in the basement and change her til she doesn't pass the harkness test anymore

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I love you unbalanced power dynamics <3 ily ily ily

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20 foot tall sphinx girl whose only riddle is "whooo wants a pawjob?"

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sorry not sorry but if u can reblog black and white stolen porn gifs on ur blog u can also reblog that content creator’s pics/vids/gifs on there as well.

stop hiding content creators in ur likes.

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plushie humping girl finds a cute girlfriend that looks jus like one of her plushies and now she has to resist the urge to rape hump her all the time

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spiking someone but it's a drug that increases energy and aggression instead of making them limp and docile and then provoking them til they snap. if you're lucky they'll be horny enough to rape you instead of just beating you to a bloody smear

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It’s always good to pay homage to your predecessors.

There is a conceptual distinction, common in our culture, that sees the body and mind as separate entities, qualitatively distinct. The body is the raw animal matter of life — it eats, it heats, it fucks. The mind is carried by but separate from the body, a miraculous thing that imbues us with choice and agency.

Plato saw it as the pure aspect of us that survives even death if one lived an intellectual existence. Christian theologians elaborated on this concept, and made joyous immortality the reward for obedience. Descartes took this idea and gave us the model that endures to this day: the world is filled with “objects” that can doubted, but our minds are “subjects” forever defined by their capacity to think.

So much for the lecture in the history of philosophy. What does that have to do with anything?

The core principle of mainstream sexual practice is the dubious notion of “consent”. “Consent” is an action the mind performs in isolation, it makes the body yield to external forces that are out of its control, in such a way that it makes those forces its own.

To a stranger, a video of a girl, her ribs and hipbones visible under her skin, her little legs trembling, shaking her head as she cries, her arms dangling by the wrist in the grip of someone much taller and bigger and better-fed, the one fist holding the two arms aloft, the other raining blows on her stomach, groping and smacking her breasts, choking her and slamming her head against the wall, furious and terrifying — all this would appear to a stranger to be an act of monstrous abuse.

And yet, introduce this concept “consent”, a private little thing said in a world nobody has ever seen, and the whole thing changes character. This is play, mere acting, a fantasy. Nothing to see here, nothing to worry about. Only a fool or a prude would think to interfere.

When I read Plato, Augustine, Descartes, I see lies — but useful lies. There is no mind separate from the body, no meaningful private space of reflection. The “consent” of my victims does not make my forces their own — it makes them complicit in the movement of forces greater than us both, the prey-forces and predator-forces that have made a feast of life since life began.

Their “consent” does not make the body bruise any less, nor does it prevent the changes in brain structure that modify their stress response, or reshape the reward systems, or constitute a sense of self. Their “consent” does not change the social ramifications of their submission — it is not a coincidence that the small and weak so often “consent” to be dominated in a culture based on the material domination of the small and weak.

Their “consent” is not play, or acting, or fantasy. It’s the one remaining source of pride left — one they have no right to, and wouldn’t think they have, except for an old lie: the famous distinction between body and soul.

Would you take this lie away from them? Would you restore to them the belief in their own body, the belief that should insist on dignified anger when they are hurt? Would you join the revolutions that would follow, and welcome a world where nobody seeks their own servitude?

I wouldn’t. Let them keep their lie. They wouldn’t know what to do if they belonged to themselves anyway.