Submission - Blog Posts
Do as you please sir😈💯
Givin permission to have my way I would not be finished until this ass was sore!
Thank you @danger-express for the love!
I wouldn’t go as far as property, we have respect for each other. However we do believe in traditional gender roles.
I’m broken.
When I was a younger man, I remember my unyielding ideological commitment to treating people respectfully as equals. I remember the disdain I felt for cultural narratives and trends objectifying women. I remember the way that I ate up the narrative that I could be the good guy… the hero in a toxic culture fighting for a better world. I could be a contributing architect building a more egalitarian society.
But this entire time, I was just denying the dark truth of my existence: I’m NOT the good guy. I’m NOT the warm boy next door that my family and friends perceive me to be. I’m NOT the hero at all…
I’m the closeted misogynist. I’m the secret villain of this piece publicly masquerading as your saviour. I’m the corrupting influence that perverts young feminists into cock-drunk sluts bending over and spreading their legs in worship at the alter of the religious institution of The Patriarchy. I’m the monster smiling as your arousal drips down your thighs and pools at your feet, your biology betraying your beliefs as I baptize you in the unholy water of your own perversion.
I wasn’t always this twisted, but the more I tried to fight it, the more my subconscious lashed back and made me crave it with a desperate abandon beyond reason or explanation. I tried to purify myself of my wicked longings, and it only made me more desperate to enact vicious psychological warfare against you, breaking you down for my pleasure and entertainment into the ideal pet. Showing you how drippy and wet it makes you to be reduced by Daddy. In compartmentalizing my darkness, I didn’t purify my best intentions — I inadvertently amplified the potency of my worst desires.
My conscious mind wanted to liberate your gender, but my unconscious mind increasingly demanded your submission and enslavement. I fight a war within myself, the angel and the devil on my shoulders bicker over the path that I should take, and for a long time it was the angel who was winning.
But no longer. Now, I understand the truth.
I’m broken. I’m irredeemable. I’m the monster I always sought to combat.
And I think we both know you’d be lying if you said it isn’t one of the things that most draws you to me.
😈 The Sadistic Empath 😘
Can daddy train me to be his filthy slut?
I can, slut. Send me a private message that isn't anonymous, and we'll talk...
What does it mean to be reduced? To become less than you were?
You kneel on your hands and knees like the obedient good girl I've trained you to be. Your legs are spread wide seductively, and you arch you back while lifting your ass in the air, waving your tail like a naughty pet. Your breasts are nearly spilling out of your lacy black top, but you pay no attention to them as you focus on your prize; the fresh milk which drips into the bowl in front of you is captivating and alluring. A studded leather collar is wrapped firmly around your neck; the collar, along with the piercing visibly hanging from your outstretched tongue, serve as a testament to your new life as my property.
You are my slut; a fucktoy whose purpose is to please.
At one time you might have been revolted by your current situation; where is the value in being turned into little more than a naughty plaything? Where is the merit in reducing yourself to an animal? The world is filled with such vibrance and colour; how can you let yourself succumb to fifty shades of grey?
But with time, you've come to learn that the world is simplest in black and white. Let the stress and worries of the real world slip away as little more than a whisper in the wind. Let go of your greenest envy, your bluest sadness, and your reddest anger.
You have not been reduced to my pet; you've been elevated to my pride and joy.
A Thousand Words
There are a thousand words we need not say, For this image says them all; There are a thousand places you are depraved, Where painted pixels fall.
Your ruby lips are lush with tits Hidden beneath your locks; You don't await a charming date, No prince, but a pulsating cock.
You've a will to please for praise it seems, So kneel at my feet and serve; Open your mouth as I spill my seed, And swallow your just deserts.
When your makeup is smeared and your eyes have teared, You'll have met your purpose well; I dabble my canvas with cum's hot spatter And splatter from spit that fell.
But you are not finished until I've diminished All of that which you were; The pièce de résistance which I'll flaunt Is to scribble the word "WHORE."
Now you are perfect and purgèd and worthless For all but my servicing needs; And with a thousand hot words we need not say, You swallow my cock in greed.
Imagine these beauties wrapping around a hard, pulsing shaft. Imagine sucking Daddy's hot cum out like it's a cocktail straw.
Good girls are always ready to show their decorated cock-sucking lips to Daddy.
God yes....Break me. Show me real power Mistress.....
Next Saturday I’m doing a day at work with just me and my boss. I’ve developed a bit of a crush on her lately. She’s really nice and friendly and has a nice plump bum. She can be taken as a soft domme in a lot of ways. I’ve been idly fantasising about how hot it would be to tell her about a bunch of my fantasies and for her to respond by telling me that I’ve been such a good boy telling her and that my reward can be pressing my face into her bare backside and humping between her legs. Having her then tell me that I’m a naughty boy for making such a mess and that she’ll be locking me in chastity would be the icing on the cake. I’d love to be locked up by a soft domme boss, especially her.
Sexy as hell tan lines, great blowjob technique. This little cock sucking slut is the perfect bimbo!
If there is space and time for only one deity in the pantheon, then it shall be Her, the Goddess above, the Ruler of my heaven. I am Her priest in love.
–servus
Joint submission and exchanged power play can be one of the most beautiful things and powerful dynamics.
Her waking to serve the cock she’s actually in love with, looking up at his eyes as she massages and worships it how it was always designed to be cared for, meekly licking his ass in reverence.
Him kneeling down in humility to lick, even if it isn’t his favorite, staring at her eyes as she pulls his thick hair to pull him closer.
Two hearts jumping, knowing the exchange will never go stale, and that vanilla love never made them feel so alive, respected, humbled, and cared for. #switchlife
~OffTheWallCouple
