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Fantasies of a secret sissy fag
Princess please Feminize me! Use me anyway you want to profit! I’m yours to own so put me on anything you want to make me more of a sissy girl! Thank you, FemSissy.com!! - Sissy Bella
She was captured spying on my slave training facility. After binding, a quick inspection confirmed that she was aroused. She confessed under interrogation to longings of submission. She was offered a collar, and wept with gratitude.
One of my guests had claimed to be dominant. However she was extremely curious about the slave training, and lingered in the slave kennels, looking at the cages. That evening, after a few glasses of wine, she confessed what I already knew. I told her
One of my professional slave trainers confessed to me that she had long had submissive fantasies. I was surprised, she seemed to be so brutal and controlling.‘You know the rules,’ I said.‘Yes Sir,’ she said, and presented herself for binding.
sadisticgames: Waiting. That’s the part that really wears you down. Knowing that something is coming, but unsure of what. Remembering all those late night conversations, while you played with your cunt through your panties, confessing your fantasies
submissivegames: Life has gotten so much better since you confessed your little fantasy. Just think of all the time wasted, trying to be a couple. What a joke, when all you wanted to be was My slave. Now I get the bed all to Myself while you sleep
So I will confess to a certain slave girl fantasy of being stripped and bound and paraded naked, pulled on a leash (either neck or crotch) by you. You the conquering hero with the spoils (me)!
Confessions of a Sub.: 100 Ideas to Make Your Slave Feel Owned.
the-movemnt: The case for reparations to the family of Eudocia Tomas Pulido, who died a slave called LolaIn words prettier than most of us will ever write, late Pulitzer Prize-winning author Alex Tizon confesses to an atrocity uglier than most of us
I know you. I know your kind. I give everything, and everything is not enough. You will suck the very last drop of blood from my veins, pull the last breath of air from my throat, break the very last hope within my mind- and when I am finally lost,
Lunch time
Captive in you, I am perfectly free.
thepoeticsir: She couldn’t explain why she needed to do thisShe only knew how it made her feelHow it communicated her devotion and submissionAnd how it affected her Sir’s composureOriginal writing © ThePoeticSir Each time I try, I get better at
When you don't wear a mask
Daddy makes me beautiful. In every wonderful and horrible way.
This is my place. This act here clearly reminds me of my purpose and worth. When I wrap my lips around your cock I understand and am able to more easily accept the truth: that I am not needed much, but needed truly; that I am weaker, but strong enough
I beleive every single word that comes from your lips. I hear them and pull them deeply into me; truths where I’ve only known lies. And it terrifies me that I could be wrong. It shakes me to the very core to think that all of this, all of what we
And then in some moments, I can be just as elegant in obediance as the best trained, 100%, full time sub. I can smile and endure anything. I can demonstrate discipline. I can be wholy and completly controlled; by myself if needed or as your words have
My Owner had been tinkering with some gadget for some time now. Sending me to fetch him a tiny screwdriver, a new power source, a bit of copper wire. I would obediently bring him each item requested and sit quietly by his work bench while he built.
yourjoescupcake: thehumiliater: servitude Simplistic yet embodies everything that you are. Such grace. Something I do for Master every evening and the reverse, every morning. This is my place.
Tight
Even when released from the physical bonds, the slave remains obediently in place. She knows that nothing is hers and nothing is owed her for the services she performs and the obedience she gives. The slave has no mind of herself; only that of what
“Bunny.” Falling from your lips this word makes me melt. Finally, at long last, a partner who only cares about my body.
Confessions of a Closet Slut
Some of you guys should anonymously confess your kinks to me.
mind-of-kitty: Confession of the day: One of my darkest, most forbidden fantasies is that of being a slave. More than once have I imagined myself standing on the auction block, being bid on and bought by a stranger. No safewords, no escape, no choice
Confessions of a bond-slave who loved and failed and still loved
