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Giving Into Greed

College made him a little too greedy… What started as a couple extra fries each meal, turned into a couple extra platefuls… He became a frequent flier in the cafeteria buffet line, and his waistline rapidly expanded as a result… Before he knew it, his waist size had gone up from a 32 to a 40… Recently graduated, this exjock has started a new desk job, leaving him little free time to use that gym membership. He’s already put on another 15lbs and counting… slowly succumbing to his inactive, greedy lifestyle…


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pomrania:

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Mermay progress thread.

Yep, that’s a sunfish, standing in for the literal sun. Because it amused me.

Usable sketch now.

Next is lines.

Base lines done.

Neatened lines.

Starting on colours.

More work on colours.

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

Mermay progress thread.

Yep, that’s a sunfish, standing in for the literal sun. Because it amused me.

Usable sketch now.

Next is lines.

Base lines done.

Neatened lines.

Starting on colours.

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

Mermay progress thread.

Yep, that’s a sunfish, standing in for the literal sun. Because it amused me.

Usable sketch now.

Next is lines.

Base lines done.

Neatened lines.

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

Mermay progress thread.

Yep, that’s a sunfish, standing in for the literal sun. Because it amused me.

Usable sketch now.

Next is lines.

Base lines done.

pomrania:

pomrania:

Mermay progress thread.

Yep, that’s a sunfish, standing in for the literal sun. Because it amused me.

Usable sketch now.

Next is lines.

pomrania:

Mermay progress thread.

Yep, that’s a sunfish, standing in for the literal sun. Because it amused me.

Usable sketch now.

Mermay progress thread.

Yep, that’s a sunfish, standing in for the literal sun. Because it amused me.

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

Another Mermay progress thread.

I had the revelation that this contains Doggo and Wofe.

Neatened sketch. I’d had the glimmerings of an actual sensible idea, then I got a clear idea that also amused me, so I’m going with that one instead.

First pass on lines.

Neatened lines.

Starting on colours.

I think this is pretty close to being done.

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

Another Mermay progress thread.

I had the revelation that this contains Doggo and Wofe.

Neatened sketch. I’d had the glimmerings of an actual sensible idea, then I got a clear idea that also amused me, so I’m going with that one instead.

First pass on lines.

Neatened lines.

Starting on colours.

pomrania:

pomrania:

pomrania:

Another Mermay progress thread.

I had the revelation that this contains Doggo and Wofe.

Neatened sketch. I’d had the glimmerings of an actual sensible idea, then I got a clear idea that also amused me, so I’m going with that one instead.

First pass on lines.

Neatened lines.

humiliatorofsubs:

Evolving Humiliation

One of the more interesting things I’ve observed in my time in kink is the way that certain fetishes and activities affect people differently over time. Certain forms of play may initially cause a great degree of humiliation even mentioning or threatening it may be enough to elicit the response I want.

Then once the first threshold is crossed and she experiences it for the first time, the humiliation factor reaches an even higher plateau, and while it may still cause a high degree of embarrassment each time, it will likely never reach that peak intensity again.

So my goal then is to find new ways to either push that sensation in a new direction or frame it in a new way that changes her mindset. For example, with piss play, starting off just by mentioning it can be enough to reach the desired state, and then once we have reached the point of doing it the progression can go from pissing on her body, moving to on her face, into her mouth and eventually to swallowing.

With those activities it is pretty straightforward, but you can also add frame the same act in different ways to heighten the effect as well. Doing something to her that she finds humiliating is one thing, making her verbalize what is going to happen to her before it does is quite another, and making her go as far as to beg for it to happen is even better. Even small little changes in how you describe what is going to happen, or slightly changing her mindset during can have noticeable effects. (Just always be cognizant that when playing with something that gets into someone’s head like that, that it can sometimes produce unintended consequences as well and be prepared to watch out for any warning signs, as my general safety warning on this post).

This all started from a half awake mental image I had of a sub who had been trained to swallow piss, who was being punished by being denied that privilege. She was still  having her mouth pissed in, but once it was full she would have to carefully crawl it over to the toilet and empty her mouth before crawling back to repeat the process. Not something I have had someone do before, but definitely a variation on this form of play that I hope to try at some point.

Devotional Training: A progression.

duchess-of-ashes:

She takes.

Off.

Your panties.

Puts them.

Inside.

Your pussy.

Leads you down the hall.

“What next?” you ask.

“Anal beads,” she says.

“Hmmm.”

“Anal beads for hours.”

“Oh god.”

“Nothing soaks a pussy like beads pulled so very slowly out of an ass.”

You sigh.

She says …

“Which means those panties will be drenched.”

“I guess so.”

“When they go into your mouth.”

“Dear lord.”

“That way I don’t have to listen to all your drama …”

She brushes the back of a hand.

Over your ass.

“… when I spank this raw.”

Devotional Training: A Progression.

keepingher:

Our culture has done you a great disservice by trying to put you on equal footing to men. You’ve never liked it that way, and nobody in the modern world would acknowledge or accept your need to be under a strong man’s control. Your place is at your man’s feet, and his alone. It’s where you know that you belong.

You can’t be trusted to run your own affairs. The wide open realm of choice makes you feel lost. Worried about going the wrong way, you get anxious and overwrought. A million little voices call to you, and you don’t know which ones to listen to. You get stretched every which way, twisted and turned around. Your neuroses come to the surface and you make stupid decisions that you regret later. And sometimes you just make stupid decisions as punishment for yourself and your failures.

A proper, real, actual dominant understands this. He knows why you need to be owned, and he’s quite happy with the arrangement because his needs and desires fit quite well with yours.

Of course you’re not going to make your own decisions. Of course he’s going to choose on your behalf.

But that’s what you’ve secretly wanted anyway.

Of course he’s going to take what he wants from you and make you do whatever the fuck he wants, and of course you’re going to have no say in it.

But that’s what you’ve secretly wanted anyway.

And obviously you’re not going to like everything he chooses, but he’s going to do it anyway because it doesn’t matter what you think.

But that’s what you’ve secretly wanted anyway.

You can dress it up as devotion, worship, giving your submission, or whatever flowery words of agency you like, but the truth of the matter is that you NEED to be owned. You NEED to have all agency removed, and you’ll never be fully happy until you don’t have any choice whatsoever.

Devotional Training: Progressively Owned.

humbledcunt: There is plenty of my fellow sisters out there who are horny, kinky little cunts who de

humbledcunt:

There is plenty of my fellow sisters out there who are horny, kinky little cunts who desire a man to do nasty things to them. But, what these tarts don’t realize is that the deeper you go to feel that amazing fuck, you are erasing your name, and that is also intoxicating to be lost within the grip of a Dominate Man.

Erasing My Name:
1.) I sucked and hot fucked by many cocks, young and older. ✔️

2.) tying me up, spanking me, belittling me, bukakee, and fucking me, made me feel used, sexually satisfied, frustrated, angry, sad, lonely, horny, hungry, obsessed, and strangely happy that men were happy.✔️

3.) I read constantly BDSM books, magazines, stories, and entered into relationships with Dominate Men, and visited women Dominatrixes to understand what kind of crazy want and Need I had to be used in an unspeakable way.✔️

4.) I realized what I truly am. I did not fight it anymore. I gave up and began purging all the “vanilla” expectations and “rights” of modern womanhood and rejected feminism.✔️

5.) I found BDSM to be center. I found being submissive, learning to be a slave in BDSM and learning to accept vagina between my legs is weak and strong. I found that the weakness in natural and it is strong to endure the Men’s brutal force. I found out I am a CUNT and I something for the Man to enjoy and use. I found that I love what peeling the layers back revealed to me.✔️

6.) I chose to give up everything to be a Man’s property. I chose to embrace BDSM fill-time and commit to being a Chattel slave. I let go of me and embraced My Master. Pain and suffering are just as important as feeling loved and protected.
My body continues to be used, abused, and changed by my Master’s desires. I have been erased. I am made into a new object. I love being a BDSM slave. I love every Master I had. I love my current Master, and serve him without question.✔️

Devotional Training: A Progression.


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ladynehemah:I had been working there as an intern for a few months before I had caught his attention

ladynehemah:

I had been working there as an intern for a few months before I had caught his attention, he seemed to be impressed by my desire to work and move forward, to be known for my diligence and intelligence, not just getting by on my looks.  I was determined to make my place in a man’s world, and he seemed more than happy to help me.  He guided me, gave me tips, and sheltered me from the advances of the other lecherous men around there, giving me a place to truly grow and thrive.  So in time, we grew closer and closer, and I didn’t notice his little advances.  A lingering touch, a too familiar compliment, the list went on and on, until it was too late, and I found myself on my knees in front of him.  And as my mouth slipped over his cock for the first time, he leaned his head back and groaned out, “God I love showing a woman her place…”

Devotional Training Progression.


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