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KINK OF THE DAY: Emotional Care

Some days, you don’t need to be taken. You just need to be held. This kink isn’t about orgasm or ownership. It’s about consistency, softness, and control that doesn’t raise its voice. It’s how he notices the shift in your tone before you do. It’s how he tells you to sleep, to eat, to rest, without asking. It’s about being loved in the quietest, most powerful way: through structure.

Careful

This kink is easily overlooked because it isn’t flashy. It’s not about intensity, it’s about showing up. The biggest mistake is assuming softness means lack of structure. It doesn’t. Emotional care still means clear rules, established authority, and follow through. You don’t just “let her cry”, you make her feel safe doing it. And praise doesn’t land unless the voice behind it carries real weight. The most dangerous misunderstanding? Thinking care is passive. It’s not. It’s the most active kind of dominance there is.

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Her: "it hurts, it's too big"

Me: "Then you can practice fucking your ass with your dildo after I'm done with it. That'll make for good entertainment."

Her: 🥺

Me while putting the dildo in her mouth so it's lubed up for her after: "Anything you whine about is an opportunity for me to give you homework. You can be a good girl and say thank you and take it or you can be a fussy girl and train for my entertainment and still take it."

Her: 😵‍💫🫠

Me: "That's more like it."

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I don’t want to drug your drinks behind your back— for you to peacefully fade into unconsciousness. Confused and unaware as to what’s happening to you.

I want to drug you knowingly. I want you to fight with all of your strength, kicking, swinging and thrashing against my hold. Slowly growing weaker and weaker until you’ve drained yourself completely. The back of your head forced upon my shoulder, your fatigued whimpers slipping through my fingers— as you look up to me, petrified and helpless. Your lashes flicker, the last burst of energy before your eyes roll back.

And for the next few hours— you’re fucking mine.

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being told “cum if you want to breathe” while being strangled with their belt 🫠😵‍💫

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When she says she wants to be bread

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I need a man to punish my ass. I’m tired of getting into bed with men who give a few spanks here and there thinking they’re doing something. Spank my ass like a dad who just caught their daughter stealing. Make my ass hot to the touch and a bright burning red that’s hard to sit on. Spank my ass, pussy, things, and face. Make me count each one and say thank you after. Do it because you want to. Do it because it marks me as yours. No mercy

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I want to systematically remove your humanity and confuse that little brain even further.

Things like banning you from using furniture. Or removing your privacy by banning you from closing any doors. Eating out of a bowl at my feet, sleeping in a cage in a garage. Shaving your head and shackling you so you’re always chained in some way. Drinking water from a pet water dispenser. Bathing you by hosing you off in the yard. Training you to speak only when spoken to, and to always look towards the ground. Denying your orgasms (duh) and locking you in chastity. Modifying your body with cute piercings or new tits. Banning you from coffee, tea, and desserts.

Eventually even you, yourself, will start believing you’re not a person anymore. Just an owned, controlled creature.

Once I’m confident you’ve hit that state, I’ll force you to dress up nice for me and take you on a date to a nice restaurant. I’d love to see the panic in your eyes as you struggle to appear normal and human.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you remember loving this place? It’s one of your favorites, and it’s a regular date spot for us. Did you forget we go out together every week? You even picked the spot this week, babe.”

Isn’t that a perfect sort of mental whiplash?

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Edging them but making them talk to me and think while they do. Asking them confusing questions until they’re so dumb and out of it they can only pant and moan.

“Awwwh, your brain can’t keep up? Just too hard to think? That’s okay, I’ll do the thinking for you, you can trust me. See? You already feel better under my control, you know you prefer it when I control everything. Come here. Just grind on my shoe, enjoy the sensations and I’ll handle the rest from here. That’s a good, brainless doll.”

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Wanna get fucked from behind until my legs start to shake.

Until I can't keep my body up while his cock hits my cervix over and over again until I collapse on the bed and he leans over to use his weight to keep me in place.

Until I can't do anything but whimper and take it. Take whatever he wants me to take.

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Walking you through a haunted house while you're stuffed with a remote-controlled vibrator and turning it up whenever you get scared.

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Go ahead, talk back to me. I'm going to enjoy seeing the fire leave your eyes as soon as I grip your throat. Knowing full well I can fucking break it if I wanted to. Let's see how quickly your bite goes away when I do, shall we kiddo? Seeing that stupid fucking smirk turn into terror while I slide my fingers between your legs to feel how wet you are. You're a fucked up little slut for being into this aren't you? Knowing you're about to be manhandled and used like a piece of meat. You're going to be my breeding bitch from now on and walk you around the house on all fours until walking straight feels uncomfortable for you.

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Nearly making her cum from sucking on her nipples is something you need to do by the way. No ignore how pathetic she sounds just keep sucking on them

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There's a certain amount of 'training' in any relationship, even vanilla, but I have no desire to be 'trained' into someone's slave - to be mindless or to overly lose myself.

And that's still true, but the more I think about it - the more I would like a kind of training. Because the idea of being trained into being a 'perfect slut' is hot. Not some generic version, some overarching stereotype of obedient, but the perfect version for my partner.

Not some odd, prescribed set of stances or positions I am required to take in this or that instance (just not my thing), but knowing what ones he likes to see me in. Not sitting at his feet all or even most of the time as part of a protocol, and not because either of us think me inferior; but because he has expressed that is something he feels reinforces our dynamic. Not necessarily having my outfit, nail colour, hair style (who knows) picked out for me on the regular, but always taking into consideration what he would be most pleased by (maybe even doing so a little unconsciously).

How does he like me to talk to him, what level - if any - of push back slips him comfortably into "Dom mode"; what little surprises are most welcomed by him; how does he like me to suck his cock, to show myself off for him, to present myself to him.

It all comes down to that same concept of "for me" (said by him), for him. There are a great many things that I am not overly interested in - not completely against, not hard limits, but just not the first or even second or third things I would think of; but if they're of interest to him, that changes the game a little (or a lot).

I kind of just like being preoccupied by thoughts of him and how I can be shaped for him. If I wasn't made for him (hot), I certainly can be made into a slut for him (also hot). Which is, yes, about as scary as it is hot.

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Subs who melt at the slightest shift of inflection in your voice. Subs who can't form sentences anymore because their dom made one teasing comment. Subs who talk big, but end up struggling to stay out of subspace the second they start getting direct attention. Beautiful, simply beautiful.

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thinking about kidnapping them off the street and taking them home, sticking them gagged and restrained in a dimly lit basement as their temporary home. always wearing a mask and gloves when I come down to play with them, never using my real voice either so they can never tell my identity later. experimenting with their body, touching and grabbing every part of them, using toys of every size and shape on them, kissing and licking every inch of their body, trying every position in every location I can think of, from a counter against the wall to a dingy bed in the corner. learning their body and exactly what they like, until I can make them cum with my fingers or tongue like it’s second nature to me, no matter how much they cry or beg me to stop. dedicating myself to mastering their body and finding every little trick I can to make them scream.

then, letting them go. letting them wake up one morning to the cuffs disappeared, the door at the top of the stairs unlocked and left partway open, just to find themselves alone in an abandoned building like nothing ever happened. not a trace left behind, no matter how much the authorities pour over the crime scene no one can find any clues and neither can they share anything to help identify their captor.

a year or two later, when they return to trying to get themselves out there, matching with them on a dating app. meeting up with them, being sweet and kind, showing my face and using my natural voice and knowing they don’t recognize me. being patient and understanding when they don’t want to sleep together immediately. continuing to see other and deepening our bond until they’re absolutely sure of me and feel truly happy moving on. until they finally say that they’re ready and we end up in bed together, my practiced fingers running across their body, making them scream and cum for me until they realize with a dawning horror that they recognize the way they’re being touched….