Just sharing here at the end of the year… this is something I always kind of fantasize about. It’s some type of ‘forced’ chastity She tells me to lock it on, and tells me to give her the keys.
Never happens.
If I want to serve my wife, my mistress, I lock it on and give her the key. It makes her smile. Lights her up. But she won’t 'make’ me do it, or 'force’ me to do it.
Of course… once the cage is on she becomes a lot more assertive in some ways, and unassertive in others.
For instance, she will tease me and deny me and absolutely refuse to unlock me, she becomes a queen bitch, and I love it. But she won’t ever MAKE me clean the house, or rub her feet, or anything like that. I still have to feel into her and find out what she wants.
Does she want a clean house? Yes! Does she want to tell me to clean it? Nope. So I do it and she loves it.
Same with foot rubs.
In many ways, I have to be dominant with her. “Sit over here. I’m going to take your shoes off and rub your feet, put you in the bath, feed your dinner, put you to bed.” Stuff like that. She will never order me to do those things, but she becomes very pliant when I order her to do those things…
As long as the cage is on! Kind of weird. But it works.
Reblogging this for the experience shared by @shadesoflions . Because you know what? It is so very relatable for me.
I’m not a bitch, I don’t order anyone around, I don’t force my sub to do anything. What I crave is being taken care of, being adored and worshipped out of his own free will. I want him to desire a place beneath me so I can lift him, and us, higher.
hello everyone, my name’s zephyr. And through two years as a semi-active studyblr/langblr, owning a Kånken, and keeping a bullet journal, I just now realized it was MILDliner, not MIDliner.
So, you wanted to talk? Yeah. About? Uh… Something that isn’t the weather, or my aunt’s foot ailments, or the feud with the neighbors. I’ve had the worst… decade, really. Like, I can’t believe how much time I’ve spent talking about nothing. And now that I feel like I actually have something to say, um, the closest thing that I have to someone who cares is a dog. I care.
at this point i’m calling bullshit on anyone saying they had no idea what the n-word represented. i don’t care where you’re from or what language you speak, call me america-centric i don’t care. i’m calling bullshit and i’m calling you an antiblack bitch.
We all got the internet. Its the world wide web. This conversation been going on its entire existence. Fuck them people.
Real Talk: If you’re sitting around thinking, “God, I wish someone would turn me into a girl!” there’s a decent chance you’re already a girl and what you’re feeling is gender dysphoria. Fantasizing about someone making you look the way you want is fun & I know doing it yourself is scary/hard, but god is it worth it.
To anyone else who has ever felt the heartache of a toxic relationship with their mother or father, please know you’re not alone. Remember, you don’t have to have a relationship with anyone—even with family, should you choose not to.
I know what it feels like to be unwanted and unloved. I know the pain of wishing your parents thought you were enough and that they loved you enough to acknowledge your pain. I know the guilt that comes with walking away and the weight it puts on you. I know how it feels to blame yourself for all of it.
It’s okay to put yourself first…especially if your parents couldn’t. It’s okay to let them go. You are not alone and are worthy of more than they are capable of giving you.
You will find acceptance, love, and family. And let me tell you from personal experience, a chosen family that you create can always be stronger than blood. Let in those who see you, respect you, and love you as you are. If it hasn’t happened yet and you are still looking for them, hold on—they’re looking for you too.
Tumblr will always be a part of me, part of my emotional outlet. I can express my thoughts without limit. My dramas and “flexing stuff” are totally normal and relatable. A bit weird but I feel safe here. That’s why, I keep on coming back no matter how oft I will deactivate my account.
How about you? What are your reasons for staying here?
Just sharing here at the end of the year… this is something I always kind of fantasize about. It’s some type of ‘forced’ chastity She tells me to lock it on, and tells me to give her the keys.
Never happens.
If I want to serve my wife, my mistress, I lock it on and give her the key. It makes her smile. Lights her up. But she won’t 'make’ me do it, or 'force’ me to do it.
Of course… once the cage is on she becomes a lot more assertive in some ways, and unassertive in others.
For instance, she will tease me and deny me and absolutely refuse to unlock me, she becomes a queen bitch, and I love it. But she won’t ever MAKE me clean the house, or rub her feet, or anything like that. I still have to feel into her and find out what she wants.
Does she want a clean house? Yes! Does she want to tell me to clean it? Nope. So I do it and she loves it.
Same with foot rubs.
In many ways, I have to be dominant with her. “Sit over here. I’m going to take your shoes off and rub your feet, put you in the bath, feed your dinner, put you to bed.” Stuff like that. She will never order me to do those things, but she becomes very pliant when I order her to do those things…
As long as the cage is on! Kind of weird. But it works.
Reblogging this for the experience shared by @shadesoflions . Because you know what? It is so very relatable for me.
I’m not a bitch, I don’t order anyone around, I don’t force my sub to do anything. What I crave is being taken care of, being adored and worshipped out of his own free will. I want him to desire a place beneath me so I can lift him, and us, higher.
But literally think of how much angst cowbuild and co could have saved by just buying me off. I’m a dirt poor teacher.
here if you don’t talk about paywalls we’ll give you a working sharpie now fuck off.
/joke is over now/
Sunny, teacher’s daughter to current teacher, make an Amazon wishlist that doesn’t have your address and post it in a reblog of this post. You have enough friends and enough reach to outfit your classroom with supplies. It is a travesty that in one of the richest countries in the world, teachers are expected to provide supplies from their own pockets.
