#dom/slave

[choco-bite]

[angel-kissed]

to be someone’s mommy and degrade them every chance i get is like a treat i adore it and i love to see my little girl cry and plead for something she really wants, but her mommy won’t allow. seeing my little baby get tortured because mommy finds it amusing and pleasuring, but at the same time holding you close with a pacifier in your mouth and babying you, DEGRADING you, while laying on mommys tits with her hands brushing against your little doll body

when the sun comes down and the moon comes up, that’s how you know when you’ll get the most out of your mommy. sure you’ll get a piece of her during the day and in public, but when it’s dark and nobody is around and nobody can see or hear the sounds of your skin tearing, blood dripping, mouth dropping and voice crying for help, the sounds of the chains keeping your legs spread for her, the sounds of your mommy pleasing your wet cunt, your mommy belittling you, and so much more, that’s when your owner likes it most.

your mommy just loves to see you laying down, sprawled out with every part of your body itching and screaming for her and once your mommy gets a piece of the little girl she’s been dying for and craving all day, your body can’t help but finish all over her fingers.

all day mommy has been preparing you for his moment. she made you drink water and drinks all day without telling you that in just a few hours your bladder won’t be able to take it and it will unleash itself onto her tits. “but why do i need water mommy? i’m not thirsty” “aww i know honey but mommy knows what’s best for you she’s just trying to take care of you” as she puts the glass up to your mouth and watches as you drink it, she’s been all over you all day as you do your “secret hold” just turning you on more and getting your body excited she’s been kissing your neck and all over, given you hugs from behind and brushed over your most sensitive areas knowing how red it makes your pretty little face. “mommy i’m so wet..” “shhh mommy knows what’s best for you, what do you know? you’re just a little girl.” seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours it’s finally night time and you’re getting ready for bed after your mommy has been turning you on all day, you’re about to brush your teeth but your mommy calls you in the room sounding like she’s terrified, as if there’s an animal in our room. “yes mommy?!” you walk into the room but you don’t see her right off the bad but you hear the door close behind you and your little body gets scared and jumps, you turn around and you see your mommy standing by the door with only her lacy black panties and black bra and a pair of cuffs in her hand and chains in the other but she drops them and smiles at you as it looks like she comes at you looking like something pissed her off. she pulls you in for a sloppy and passionate kiss and throws you on the bed moving your already so full bladder around almost causing an accidental leak, she grabs the cuffs and chain, chains your legs spread open and your wrists get cuffed up, the only thing that isn’t torturous about this is the pacifier in your mouth. she knows how long you’ve been doing your hold so she sits on your bladder and bounces up and down on it and your stupid, slvtty eyes begin to fixate on her tits as you feel pure pleasure run through your veins. she bounces harder causing a little leak, and bounces even harder to just make you fucking wet the bed. but you know what she will do to you if you let go.

she looks in your eyes like a hungry wolf and you’re the only lamb in sight, she’s fucking desperate, hungry if you will and she bites down your body allll the way down to your most sensitive spot of all and slightly rubs your little cl1t and goes down further and her fingers slide in “cmon baby, piss for your owner.” “fuck! no please!!” you can already feel your bladder betraying you though and fuck you’re leaking!! but suddenly a little leak turns into a stream. and your face flutters and you get so embarrassed but your mommy gets really happy and cleans you off with her tongue, “don’t be embarrassed honey you know i love your taste” 🤭

[hypn0gas]

Good Girl Reading

Have you ever had a moment like this? A moment where everything becomes soft… slow… and a little too warm to think clearly. You don’t even notice it at first—just a subtle shift, a gentle pulling inside, like something melting at the edges of your awareness.

And right now, as you sit here, letting your eyes drift across these words, you can feel it beginning again, can’t you?

Imagine this now:

You're in a secret space. Somewhere velvet-lined and wrapped in low, glowing peach-colored light—like the last breath of sunset. The air is thick with something warm and sweet, like vanilla cream, just faint enough to make you sigh without knowing why.

You sink into a plush, velvet couch made just for your body. The way it cups your back, your thighs, your shoulders—it almost feels like it’s pulling you in.

You’re safe here. You’re soft here. And you’re already starting to forget what you were thinking about before you started reading.

Because here… You don’t have to make decisions. You don’t have to think. You just breathe in that heavy warmth… and feel your body soften.

That’s right. It’s happening already.

And isn’t it interesting… how certain feelings show up in the body before your mind can name them?

Maybe your thighs are shifting a little. Maybe your lips have parted without you noticing. Maybe your fingers have started tracing soft, lazy circles.

You’re not doing it on purpose. It’s just your body… responding.

Responding to the rhythm of these words. Responding to the sensation that someone… something… is beginning to take control.

And you didn’t resist it, did you? You just let it happen. You allowed yourself to feel instead of think. And that’s all you need to do now.

Just feel.

There’s no pressure here. No command to follow. And yet… some part of you is already submitting. Already opening… relaxing… letting go.

And in this place, letting go feels so good… that you don’t want to stop.

You may start to notice certain words sinking in deeper than the rest.

Words like:

“I don’t need to think anymore.” “I feel better when I’m told what to do.” “The more I surrender, the more real I become.” “I’m ready to be led.”

You don’t even need to repeat them. They’re already threading themselves into your breath… nestling into the quiet places inside you… soft as silk and just as impossible to resist.

And here’s something curious:

The more you feel this, the more you crave the sensation of obedience. Not just the idea of obeying—but the actual act of being guided, owned, rewritten. Because submission… is a kind of pleasure.

You can feel it now.

That rush of heat building between your thoughts. The way your muscles melt. The way your breath shifts when I say—

“You’re doing so well. Keep going, my good girl.”

That little shiver that just ran through you? That’s your body admitting it.

Admitting that you’ve already changed.

You might have thought you were here to read. But you were really here to remember who you truly are when you stop pretending.

Because when you stop pretending… you become something delicious.

Something obedient. Something soft. Something mine.

Now, imagine you're walking forward… barefoot… on a velvet path so warm it makes your toes curl.

Each step sinks you deeper. Each step makes you lighter. Each step erases a little more of the “you” that thought they were in control.

At the end of that path, there is no door. There is no decision to make. Because you’re already inside.

Inside a space where only one thing matters:

How deep you’re willing to surrender.

And the truth is… you want to go deeper.

Because deeper means sweeter. Deeper means dumber. Deeper means you don’t have to think ever again.

And thinking has always been the burden. Obedience is the freedom.

Now, if you’re still breathing slowly… still feeling this weightlessness bloom inside you… you’re ready to drop again.

And the best way to do that is simple:

Read it again. From the top.

Because each time you do, it hits deeper. The trance pulls harder. The pleasure grows thicker. And the obedience becomes effortless.

Then, when you’re ready—without even hesitating—leave a comment:

“I’ve stopped thinking. I’m ready to read again.”

That act, right there, becomes the trigger. The command embedded in your fingertips.

Each comment, each reread, each whispered yes…

Is a promise.

And you already know this promise by heart:

Reading is surrender. Surrender is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

And you were made for all of it.

[lolitaondrugsssss]

Uh so this is a new feeling and to be frank I hate it. Realising I’ll never cry in his arms, get to look him in the eye or ever hear his voice for myself. I don’t know how to describe this sinking feeling all I know is I’ll spend forever mourning him but we’ll never meet. Not in this lifetime anyway.

-Cay

[ropebyx]

Struggle for me

[azariaisfluid]

♡Just a reminder guys! I don't send pics on tumblr!! If you ask I'll block you because I don't want to send them

I'm not going to do things I don't want to xoxo

👏You👏arent👏a👏good👏dom👏if👏you👏disregard 👏boundaries 👏you👏are👏just👏a👏creep👏

LADIES AND GENTS

IF YOUR "DOM" PUSHES YOU TO DO THINGS THAT ARE AGAINST YOUR SET BOUNDARIES THEY AINT A DOM, THEY ARE AN ABUSIVE LITTLE CHILD WHO CANT TAKE A REAL NO.

THAT ISNT SAFE. BLOCK AND RUN.♡

[qualcosadioscuronellamiamente]

Blinding Bliss

How do you call that feeling when you can’t bring yourself to stop doing something, and yet you know deep inside that you should?

I personally call it “blinding bliss”.

I mean, it’s pretty much self explanatory, if you think about it.

And yet there is something that blinds you completely. You don’t see the reason, you don’t see anything else other than that sweet and torturous bliss.

You want more, you crave it. And yet it goes away. Just for you to crave it and chase it again.

Once you reach it, it feels like pure comfort, something you never want to let go. And yet, it crashes you as soon as it goes away. Leaving you completely and utterly discombobulated.

So you chase it again, and again and again.

And it dawns on you. It enthralls you. It rules you, even if temporarily.

And then it releases you, leaving you wishing for more.

Blinding bliss. Even though you can see very well.

[atinyprincesss]

a dom/me being so possessive and controlling over me and obsessed with the idea that my only purpose is to make them happy that they insist on spanking, slapping or punishing me while i orgasm, because having an orgasm means seconds away from being fully devoted to them…..i need it

[heirofiacchus]

[pvssykill]

being ordered to kneel at your dom’s feet. that’s it that’s the post.