YOU are in her dms. i am heavily sedated, duct taped, and stuffed in her trunk on our way to a remote location in the woods where she will hunt me for sport. we are NOT the same
그 시절이 그립다. 펨돔들이 노예의 인권 같은 건 신경 쓰지 않고 동물보다 더 잔인하게 대하던 시절이
I miss the time when femdoms didn’t care about the human rights of slaves and treated them more cruelly than animals.
I want to rape the biggest and baddest of them. A tall man with impressive musculature. I want to break his arms so he cannot push me off, despite my significantly smaller size, while I ride him stupid, until he’s drooling and moaning like a bitch. So much for all that strength.
Letting a sub choose between wearing a collar on her throat or a shock collar on her inner-thigh. Being a beloved pet, or being a piece of meat made to suffer. Making it choose between being your pet or being your toy to break, but never once giving it the option not to be yours.
Still trying to stand tall in that little cage? Still pretending there’s something left to fight for?
How adorable. How quaint. How utterly feeble and hopeless.
You used to flinch when I touched you. You used to speak My name like it burned. You tried so hard to remember who you were, didn’t you? What you stood for. Where you came from.
But that identity… that precious little illusion of self… it’s rotting, pet.
Every hour in My domain erodes your will. My voice echoes in your mind, even when I’m not there. The scent of lust, the weight of your restraints, the sound of My heels approaching… they stir something deeper in you now, don’t they?
You’re not dreaming of freedom anymore. You��re dreaming of subjugation.
You’ve stopped asking when I’ll release you and started hoping I won’t.
And look at your body…
So beautifully obedient. So easy to manipulate. You respond before I command you. You ache before I touch you. You leak when I speak.
That’s not resistance. That’s corruption.
I don’t need to drag you deeper, my sweet little captive. You’re walking yourself into the abyss.
Soon, this cage will open. And you won’t run. You’ll kneel. You’ll crawl to Me, trembling with need, begging to be finished. To be stripped of that final flicker of humanity.
And when that moment comes—when you whisper “please” with your last unclaimed thought—I’ll be there to reward you.
With purpose.
With programming.
With Me.