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…owned kitten life…
Mmmph. Yes, please.
I love this sort of casual display of power and control. Remind me that you can do whatever you’d like, touch me however you want, whenever you want.
You have the right to my body, even if I’m doing something else, and you don’t need to ask for my permission to play with me.
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I’m experimenting and exploring. Like most people, I post what I like. I will not post pictures of myself.
I’m a well-educated professional in the Chicago area.
I like the idea of females being treated differently than males, in that males could own them and females would be treated like objects or pets. I know this is not realistic, and of course not how I think the world should be, but it’s something I like to fantasize about.
I’m liberal and religious, believe in equal treatment of people, and support movements toward justice.
However, it really turns me on to think about a man (my boss, boyfriend, or a stranger) telling me what I can and can’t do. Maybe he wouldn’t let me go to the bathroom for hours at work and would make me drink water all day.
I love the idea of there being a dress code for women, for work, for the gym, for the pool, etc. In a perfect world, we would be forced to dress sexy at work, in miniskirts, extremely low-cut tops, and super high heels, which I hate, but as a female, I would have to do things I don’t want to do all time. Undergarments would be limited to push-up peek-a-boo bras, tiny thongs, or nothing at all. There would be no such thing as sexual harassment at work. Women could be hired as office sluts and men would be allowed to touch or grope any female co-worker. Women cannot refuse any advance, and would be punished for refusing, however the boss or co-worker sees fit. Even an underling can punish a female, even if she is his boss. He may take part or all of her clothing, invite others to help gang bang her, or take embarrassing pictures of her for the company website.
At the gym, we should have to wear a tiny bra and shorts (like a bikini) or nothing at all. While at the gym and on the machines (especially the ones that make you spread your legs or lift them in the air), men would be allowed to touch and grope us, even reach inside our clothing. There would be no bathroom for women at the gym (maybe even none in public at all). We are forced to hold it while working out, even as the machines make us put more pressure on our bladders. The men would be well-aware that we have to pee, and would tease our pee holes and press on our bladders. If we leak at all or have an accident, we would get punished with smacks to the pussy and getting gang raped.
With regards to our dress code, we should be forced to wear underwear and swimsuits that are about 2 or 3 sizes too small. The bottoms would probably not cover my whole ass (I have a big ass), and creep inside my pussy and ass cracks, giving me a double wedgie. I would hate it, but it wouldn’t be a choice I get to make.
Devotional Training: It’s learning.
What a wonderful fantasy.
This was super hot to read.
I still am having trouble getting turned on or even not being annoyed or bored by consensual misogyny/misogyny kink. I used to be so into it, and now I have a hard time finding stuff on tumblr in that genre that does it for me.
Part of it is not liking just how…mean? a lot of it was. Like, gratuitously insulting and negative. That can be part of it, but seeing so many “See this is what you stupid fucking cunts are for!!!!!” type things just isn’t appealing. I find myself much less bothered by more benevolent sexism things, or things that are condescending or infantilizing. But I’m still not super into it.
Then I read this, and it was such a turn on. I think I miss seeing creative forms of misogyny kink, especially ones written by women. So much of what I see is dudes writing it, and mostly short and repetitive captions. Some of the stuff I see by women is also repetitive, but I have to admit that seeing that sort of thing written by a woman bothers me less.
Obviously women can still be general misogynists who actually think those things, but it just feels more likely with dudes. And it’s not very interesting to read something misogynistic by a guy who thinks about all women that way all the time. They’re just writing their thoughts, not coming up with anything original.
Anyway, thank you for sharing this fantasy!
Especially when it’s cute.
Cuddle me tight, kiss my forehead, and call me your dumb little cocksocket. Call me that in the same tone you would call someone “love” or some other cute nickname.If I’m taking a bath come in to talk about my day and casually unzip your fly and piss in my bathwater, without changing tone.
When I’m making dinner shove a barely lubed plug up my ass while kissing my neck and asking what we’re having.
Make my degradation so casual and part of every day that it becomes a language of love, that without it I worry you’re mad at me.
I love these kinds of things. Making degradation just part of our relationship, part of my life. These little things let me know you’re thinking of me, that you care.
I would love having any and all of these things happen. In fact, Reaction Junkie has done most of them. Opening the shower door to piss on me. Calling me names like slut or bitch in heat or dog or stupid cunt or any other cute little pet names.
Awww and with a pretty bell!
A GIVEN REALLY!
I really like the idea of being trained to react like this.
I already have a rule with Reaction Junkie that I lick the head of his cock after he pees, but it isn’t formalized. Most of the time I just do it by bending over while standing, and usually it’s just a half-hearted thing.
I’d love to have a more formal protocol. A rule that when I’m to lick his cock, I must be on my knees. Or, even better, to be trained to respond like this whenever he unzips his pants.
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I kind of like this.
I don’t actually enjoy being fully restrained, like when Reaction Junkie lays on top of me and holds my arms and legs in, next to my body. It triggers a panic response that sometimes makes me freak out. Of course, that’s fun it its own way and for different reasons, but in the moment it isn’t exactly sexy.
This, on the other hand, seems like a good compromise. I’d be mostly restrained, not able to move my limbs together or apart, but not in such an all-encompassing way that I’d panic. And unlike with rope, it seems like there’d be little wiggle room. I’d be unable to shift around or roll away. Once secured, I’d be helpless, unable to even try to resist whatever was being done to me.
I’d be vulnerable, able to be teased, pleasured, used, hurt, rented out, played with. A Hitachi on my clit. A cock in my cunt, my ass, my mouth. A pussy over my face. Fists hitting me. “Use Me” above my holes. Piss streaming over me. Slaps to the face. Hands all over me.
And not a thing I could do to get away.
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Also as I start reblogging things, it will probably be mostly some basic d/s and degradation and humiliation and fearplay and consensual nonconsent sort of stuff bc I haven’t really been into anything too fancy lately. But I expect (and hope) that as I start doing this more, I’ll get back into darker and weirder stuff.
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Happy hour outfit from this week.
I can’t get into any sort of headspace lately. I don’t want to be obedient. I don’t want to be talked down to. I don’t want to have mean things said to me. I don’t even want to be hurt.
I miss wanting those things, and more. Sometimes I have momentary urges and thoughts. For example, yesterday I accidentally got trapped in the apartment so I worked from home. I was writing some things for tumblr and had the idea that I would kneel by the door and greet Reaction Junkie there when he got home, and that I wouldn’t look him in the eyes and I’d be obedient and all meek and subby. But I didn’t.
I’m going to start acting on those urges more.
I’m also going to put forth a sincere effort to write more captiony things for tumblr, and I’m going to talk to my partners about having more text-based conversations about the play we do and as a lead-up to the play. Headspace foreplay, if you will..I might even ask them to give me little assignments if I’m having trouble picking something to caption, like telling me to focus on obedience or being a fucktoy or a good painslut or even consensual misogyny.
When I write about it, I start to feel in the mood. I think it’s because it’s easier for me to “fake it” over text than in person. For instance, I feel silly talking about being someone’s slut in person when I’m just not feeling it, and I get uncomfortable and can’t get into the flow. I may feel silly writing in that voice, but it doesn’t produce any negative feelings. Plus, when I’m doing it via text, I have time to think and rewrite, which I especially need when I’m not in the right headspace. Then, once I start writing, I actually do start to feel in the mood and can even get into that headspace.
Fake it ‘til you make it actually does work sometimes.
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