Experienced 66yo Trance Daddy Dom
Real Hypno • Chastity • DDLG • Pet Play
Here for submissive girls 18+ who crave being locked, controlled & trained - DM me
66yo experienced Trance Daddy Dom
Specializing in real hypnosis, chastity, mind/bladder control, DDLG, ABDL & pet play.
I love the way you can experience your fantasies and desires irl with hypnosis...
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Submissive girls 18+ who are interested in deep conversation, guidance, or training:
• Like or repost this pinned post (quiet signal - I’ll check and open DMs for you)
• Or reply/quote with a short intro if you’re comfortable
I’ll reach out personally if it feels like a good fit.
Respectful inquiries only.
You know that secret little ache…
the one that starts when you read the words hypnosis, bladder control, chastity, Daddy’s voice…
That quiet, wet throb that says “what if someone could actually take it all from me… make me drip, lock me, drop me, own every leak and every lock without ever laying a hand on me?”
I’m not another soft-spoken 'guide'
I’m the hypnotist who doesn’t ask permission twice.
The one who turns those filthy daydreams into reflex.
The one who can make your bladder betray you on command, your chastity belt feel tighter with every breath, your mind open like a good girl the second I say the word, or become a mindless obedient pet on command.
If you’ve ever scrolled late at night thinking “someone has to be able to do this for real…”
You’re looking at him.
Drop a 🔒, a 💧, or just the word “Daddy” below if you’re ready to stop fantasizing and start belonging.
I only answer the ones who already feel the pull.
Timeless design. Functional detail.
The Darby Collar combines a polished finish with a signature O-ring, making it a versatile staple for those who appreciate classic restraint aesthetics.
I agree 💯
My niche posts and images were shadow banned the same way, although your creativity is unparalleled. Mine was mediocre, but the same bias applied.
Keep your collar on. Keep creating. Keep sharing. I appreciate your art and prose. I'm sure a lot of people do, so I share it. Perhaps one day the playing field will level out. Thank you for each image, each lesson, and every single post you share!🥰
The algo doesn’t give a shit about real art
Every piece is mine - my prompts, my vision, my inspiration.
Not simply copied.
When inspired by others, i honor them, still i create my own take then.
Unlike stolen Hollywood cuts that somehow pull millions while my work gets buried.
They talk freedom nonstop.
Then the algorithm sees dark goth art, collars, real skin, anything a bit dominant or sensual and quietly kills the reach.
Sensitive labels.
Dead Home Timeline.
Feels rigged somehow, a game you can not win no matter how hard you try to play fair; while unfair cheaters from around the world get real money with stolen content.
Same will happen to this.
I’ll post it with a clean SFW picture and get views from my followers, then silence trough to limited reach, because somebody talking about freedom decided it is not worth to be seen by everybody.
Because nobody wants to fix the bias.
Nobody wants to change the status quo.
They let accounts show a head split open with an AK47 in a warzone, committing a warcrime and a crime against humanity itself. That stays up. That gets views.
My art gets the soft shadow treatment because it might upset some prude feelings, feelings of people that have no problem with a gore fest or a city burning with real people dying.
Double standards so obvious it’s almost funny in a perverted way.
Gaslighting time is over.
I create from zero.
I follow the rules.
And the numbers still crawl while less original stuff flies.
The algo only cares what the average Premium user can scroll past without discomfort.
Artistic merit doesn’t enter the calculation.
Why write it then?
Because silence feels worse, it rips my autistic nature appart from the inside out.
My collar stays on.
My art keeps coming.
Whether the system shows it or not.
Freedom of speech is not freedom of reach.
They sold the first one.
They never meant the second.
Angelina Angel
How can you send
your signs to me?
What must you do
so that I can see them?
I stand in darkness,
entirely without eyes.
And you –
you want me to gaze into the sky.
A sky filled with happiness
and a lost future.
A quiet sigh
of our being alive.
Send just that one message –
and I will be yours.