#things i want to do
Cherish your dog bowl because it’s the only place you’ll eat from going forward.
I want to be made to eat out of a dog bowl for some of my meals.
It makes me wet to think about someone putting my food in a bowl and calling me into the kitchen. I’d walk in on my hands and knees, per his instructions, and make excited dog noises, wiggle my butt, pant, and beg. I want him to make me do a trick to earn my food, and then tell me, “Sit.” and “Stay.” while he puts the bowl on the floor and makes me wait. When he finally says, “Good dog. Okay!” I’ll run over to the bowl and eat my food like a dog.
Then, of course, he’ll use all of this against me later. He’ll tell me how pathetic I am to be willing to act like a dog, just because I was told to. He’ll feel my cunt and shake his head, saying how desperate and disgusting I am to be getting wet at this, at being treated like a dog, at being made to act like a dog. And I’ll look down, ashamed, but unable to deny that I’m incredibly turned on by degradation like this.
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Daily Picture Assignment #20
These tits belong to Reaction Junkie.
I have a limit that I tell other people, which is that they shouldn’t press straight in on my tits, compress the tissue roughly, or lift it away from my body. Reaction Junkie doesn’t have that limit. People have the right to do what they want with the toys they own.
If he wants to press straight in on my tits and compress my breast tissue until I cry, he can. If he wants to make me take my tits out and spend the whole happy hour upstairs and on display, he can. If he wants to put clamps on my nipples and pull them off quickly for that rush of pain, he can. If he wants to make me put my hands behind my head and slap the shit out of my tits until they’re black and blue and swollen, he can. If he wants to play nice and gently touch and suck my nipples, caress me, and make me feel good, he can. If he wants to wait to do that until after he’s treated them harshly, clamps and slaps and pain, making those kind touches that much more pleasurable, he most certainly can.
He owns me, he owns my tits. They’re his to look at, use, and abuse.
i kinda like the idea of you selling off parts of your body one by one like this :P
Hee hee. I like it, too! I’m going to do a bunch of these for my Daily Picture Assignment since Reaction Junkie owns all of me right now.
I really like the idea of him selling off/renting out specific parts of me, though. He’s my owner, but other people could own parts of me or have usage rights or rent them for a certain amount of time.
I’m trying to think of a good metaphor for this. Timeshare? Sharecropping?
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What a pretty present you’d make, dandelion
I have many presents in store for You!
I want to be tied up and left under a tree as a gift.
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Clothes are never more than disposable around here
I hate to think you’re uncomfortable
Hnng. This picture.
I still haven’t had clothes cut off me. I really need this to happen soon. A thrift store run is in my near future!
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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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These are the rules Piglet and I use when we are playing pretty hardcore.
Black Collar rules, 1st edition.
It is important to note that while wearing my black collar, you are no longer considered a person. You are property, and nothing more. You have no rights or privileges that do not flow directly from me.
To remind you of this point, you will refer to yourself as property whilst wearing your collar.
“Your property deserves to be punished, Sir.”
“Your property seeks permission to relieve herself, Sir.”
“Your property is here only to serve you at your pleasure, Sir.”
NEUTRAL, AWAITING
When not actively assigned a task, the property will either be at my feet on their knees, or standing in the designated position. The standing position is a straight back, hands laced together in front.
NECESSITY
The property is not allowed to speak unless necessary. The property is not permitted to meet eyes with it’s owner unless it is being spoken to.
DUTIES
The property’s duty is it’s owner’s will. That will include any task or sex act, regardless of desire. Sexual satisfaction of property is a byproduct and never an intent.
PERMISSIONS
Property must obtain permission for the following actions:
-Use of furniture
-Orgasm
-Eating or drinking
-Use of slave piss bucket
-Crying
REFRAINS
All property is required to know the following prompted responses:
“What are the rules?”
“Be polite, be articulate, be punctual.”“How do you learn?”
“By the belt, Sir.”“What is your name?”
“This property’s name is filthy slut piglet, sir.”
Devotional Training: Some Rules.
I really dig the overall vibe of these rules. I’m especially into these parts:
It is important to note that while wearing my black collar, you are no longer considered a person. You are property, and nothing more. You have no rights or privileges that do not flow directly from me.
To remind you of this point, you will refer to yourself as property whilst wearing your collar.
“Your property deserves to be punished, Sir.”
“Your property seeks permission to relieve herself, Sir.”
“Your property is here only to serve you at your pleasure, Sir.”
NEUTRAL, AWAITING
When not actively assigned a task, the property will either be at my feet on their knees, or standing in the designated position. The standing position is a straight back, hands laced together in front.
NECESSITY
The property is not allowed to speak unless necessary. The property is not permitted to meet eyes with it’s owner unless it is being spoken to.
Definitely filing these away. I’m going to get a collar soon, and I really want to incorporate things like this into the use of the collar.
Captured and tortured with pleasure.
What can’t duct tape do?
(Also, I’ve never had a forced orgasm, but I bet it could happen with the right story whispered in my ear as I lay bound to the bed with a vibe pressed to my clit.)
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Right now I’d like to be at someone’s feet, crying and begging.
I want to be beaten and hurt and told what an awful person I am, how terrible I’ve been, how much I deserve what I’m getting. I’ll ask what they’re talking about. I’ll try to say I don’t know what they mean, that I haven’t done anything. I’ll express confusion, exasperation, anger. I’ll tell them I wasn’t expecting this scene and I don’t know what they want me to do, that I’m no good at roleplay, especially unexpected roleplay. All to no avail. The kicking, punching, kneeing, elbowing, smacking continue.
Finally, I’ll throw myself at their feet and beg. Beg for it to stop. Beg to be forgiven, apologizing over and over again despite having no idea what I’m even apologizing for. I want to wrap myself around their feet, curling around them as they continue to hurt me, kissing their boots, hugging their legs, and sobbing. I want to work myself into a frenzy of tears and shaking and “I’m sorry, please stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, I’ll never do it again, I’m sorry” until I’ve reached an almost meditative state of hysterical groveling.
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This would be awful for me. Being ignored is one of those things (along with feeling like I’m replaceable/not important/second best/a second choice/not worth effort, and comments about how I get off or how long it takes me) that I dislike on a level that risks bringing me out of a headspace or scene because it tips off actual issues. These things are limits when I play with most people, and even with people who own me/I’m very close to, pushing these boundaries requires thought and care, along with an awareness and acceptance that the play may very well have to stop in the middle or at least change course.
I do enjoy objectification, but the flavor of objectification that I like is more active. I want to be treated like an object and talked about like I’m an object, but I want these things to happen while I’m being used. I like being told that I don’t get a say because objects don’t have rights or opinions. I enjoy having someone use me to teach someone else how to do something while only speaking to the other person and talking about me like an object I like being told women are objects for men to use and that their (my) purpose is to bring pleasure and entertainment to men.
I truly hate the idea of being left alone in a room as a piece of furniture or decoration. Even if there were other people there, I would hate it if I was being entirely ignored. Being totally ignored for more than a little while would be too much, although I am somewhat interested in having someone I trust test that limit. It would have to be done carefully, and definitely on a one-on-one basis at first, but I think it would be a valuable experience and I’m curious how I would reaction.
A comment about me/said for my benefit every so often, even (especially?) a degrading comment or a misogynistic comment would soften the being ignored enough that I could stand it, if just barely. Even worse would be saying things about issues I care about or about me personally that the speaker knows I would feel the need to respond to. I wouldn’t be able to respond, of course, since objects can’t talk or argue. Being touched (either kindly or cruelly) and having to fight my natural reactions and hold position would also up the unpleasantness factor.
So long as there are little reminders that no I’m not being completely ignored because of course everyone is aware that the adorable, sexy, naked girl is right there and they’re all amused/aroused/entertained by treating her like an object, I could stand this sort of thing. I still think it would be punishment, especially with people trying to goad me into responding while I seethe and struggle not to talk back or move in response to their taunts and touches, but it would be the kind of punishment I would be able to abide by and handle.
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Loads’a’rope - I like ;)
*Shudder*
Being immobilized and completely restrained in this way, or something similar, would probably give me some sort of panic attack.
I want to try it.
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I still need to have clothes cut off me, destroying them in the process.
If it doesn’t happen before camp, I’ll make sure it happens there. Actually, I want it to happen there either way.
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Daily Picture Assignment #35
Look at Reaction Junkie’s delicious little cupcake.
I like the idea of him holding something akin to a bake sale to raise money for charity. Only instead of baked goods, he’ll be selling my services.
Hand jobs for human rights. Blow jobs against breast cancer. Anal for abortion access. Piv sex against puppy mills.
Any service he wants me to provide, any cause he wants to support. My body belongs to him, after all. His body, his choice.
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Feeling nostalgic for the days when I was into consensual misogyny/misogyny kink. Because I used to be so into it, and now my initial response to misogyny kink captions when I’m just skimming my feed is, “Sigh. Not my kink,” and occasionally have a negative reaction, like, “Seriously? Ugh.” (Not to say I think there’s anything wrong with finding it hot! You do you.) I think part of that is just not being on tumblr much, so I don’t really pay attention. I’m not thinking about things as “sexy captions” or “tumblr porn,” so I’m not really looking at it with that context in mind.
I feel like I could still get into it if I were in the right headspace. I’m thinking maybe having some item I put on to focus myself on being in that mindset, then having someone making me repeat misogynistic things that they say/agree with the things they’re saying while I masturbate could do the trick.
