Pup Dane 🔜 Tied Up 🪢😵‍💫

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I’m gonna brainwash you over and over and over, conditioning you into one thing and then conditioning you into another, programming you so far from your original self that you wind up not needing an identity, only to serve~

Last weekend I reached the kink milestone of spending 24 hours in a sleepsack! Oddly enough the horniest part was falling asleep and waking up like 15 times in total constrictive bondage. It was so many fantasies I’ve had since i was a teen come true 🥹

Your hypnotist’s hands were teasing. Filling you with such delightful pleasure, as their words drifted through your head. “Melt for me, darling. Melt into blissful pleasure.” Your body sagged against them, as their hands found every spot that you wanted to be touched.

I found this, anonymous, among my documents. I've translated and plagiarised to to fit with my own though's and ideals relating to BDSM, as thought for consensual Dom's and Sub's alike. "True power does not announce itself with great fanfare’s and grandiose self anointed titles. True power settles slowly, with quiet authority, clarity and certainty. True power subtly rearranges the air, long before you notice your breath has changed. True power don’t chase to control. It creates the conditions where control becomes unnecessary, It moves with a calmness that makes other men second-guess themselves. True power speaks only when the room is ready to shift. In the way others cling to the idea of power, I’m still learning to hold my silence, steady, warm, open, yet self assured from decades of learning - from my mistakes. If there’s no need to explain this to you. If you feel it, your body already knows what I’m looking for. You’re not a man collapsing inward. You're not someone waiting for a master to save them. I’m looking for men who carry themselves with a quiet confidence, a sharp mind, with measured presence, The kind of men the world relies on without ever asking, or knowing fully what they have to give. Men who quietly, gently, make their presence known in crowded rooms. Men who guide others, stand firm. Men who despite all of their strengths ache - quietly - for a steady hand at the back of the neck when the door closes behind them and they are alone and vulnerable. The kind of men who feel a deep churning in their gut when they imagine letting go for the first time, with someone they can respect and trust. Someone who can hold them while they grow. They don’t need to be controlled. They simply need to be met, their strengths and weakness balanced with that of the guidance, and experience they seek. Equaled, read and understood for who they already are. If your thoughts are quick, your instincts clean and your curiosity still grows. You already recognise yourself here. You pride yourself on your intellect. You analyse. You prioritise your needs and empathise with the needs of others. You read the path you need to take, before most men even see it. But ask yourself— with all of your quiet intelligence. Do you really think you’ve figured me out? Or are you just beginning to realise you’ve stumbled upon a connection you hadn’t foreseen and didn’t know you wanted, or needed? Let yourself feel that uncertainty. That uncertainty is the doorway to that which you instinctively crave. I’m not interested in mindless obedience. I want alignment, connection, the slow synchronisation between your rhythm and mine. If you kneel, it won’t be because you're overwhelmed by my demands. Your submission will be that quiet, breath catching moment when your defences soften before you notice the shift that comes before the desire to kneel grows from deep within you. I don’t seek to break men, that has never been my goal. It’s my intention help define your submissive needs, to find our own role's, or your submissive goal. Should we connect, your thoughts remain your own, they won’t be subjugated by a higher power. They may reorganise, refocus, strengthen while your breath slow’s, and your body and mind begin to settle. When I restrain you, you won’t feel small. You’ll feel held. It isn’t the chaos of unbridled use and abuse that I seek. It's the structure, the security of - ties that bind -the kind of connection that Dom & Sub, Master, Slave & Switch build, when finally they've met their equal and opposite match. How I hope that together we’ll both feel seen, in a way that stops the chatter in our mind's, and feel desired in a way that melt the breath. Safe in way we hadn’t realised what it was that was missing. And when you surrender, that surrender won’t be collapse. It will be your informed choice, your truth. The moment your body and mind cease to resists, because it knows there is no longer anything left to resist, too guard, or hide from. If You recognise yourself there. If something deep inside of you loosened.  If your shoulders feel freed from the burden of the judgement of others. If your breath paused somewhere between the lines, then yes. We’re already speaking the same language, before the words have reach your lips. I choose slowly. Intentionally, but once I have chosen, I do not hesitate. I openly, freely give while rarely counting the cost. Then, do not lightly let go."

萌新的首次泳帽挑战。

Dear Twitter, either make your timeline deterministic so I can scroll backwards, or fix your refresh page logic. Pick one. The number of times I've seen hot shit only to have it disappear because the feed decided to refresh is too damn high