Submission - Tumblr Posts
Not now. Wait until I wrap my arm around your loud mouth to complete the chicken wing facelock, then tell me how painful it is (if you can still talk).
Poor guy suffers in excruciating pain as his leg is stuck at a very uncomfortable position while being turned on by his dominator's armpit odor
The beast probably cranks way too hard that the victim is passing out before having the strength to tap out to the Regal Stretch.
Being Shown for the First Time
Yesterday I traveled with my master to be shown to one of his friends for the first time. It was both terrifying and exciting thinking about what this would be like, anticipating my master displaying me to another man. As I prepared for the occasion, I hoped that he would be proud of my progress and that I would be an impressive possession. At the same time, the part of me that wrestles with servitude felt conflicted and weary of such exposure. I dripped from my cage as I thought about this and prepared my body for the day.
At the house of my master’s friend I was allowed to sit and talk and have a beer for a little while. I did my best to relax into playing a board game with my master and his friend, almost forgetting my ultimate role. Of course, I lost the game and it was time for me to be punished.
As I was ordered to strip, I found there was a moment where I felt completely exposed, leered at and robbed of dignity and a sense of place. That moment was fleeting and I soon felt myself shift, my posture straightened, my chest out and my core flexed. I began to remember that it was my duty to be seen by my master and anyone he chose to share with as an object for pleasure. This rattled my cage and I assumed an all fours position on the dining room table and was plugged. Master and his friend decided that I would serve as the table for their next game. It consumed my thoughts as I though about being a piece of furniture for my master. My heart raced and the blood inside my veins tingled at the prospect of such a complete submission and objectification.
Balancing the board game for master as I faced him, my head positioned so that I could service his beautiful, thick, uncut cock as they played, was one of the most difficult and exciting experiences I have ever had. My muscles tensed and trembled as I fought to maintain perfect stillness while my master grabbed onto my hair and used my mouth. I was consumed with balancing these two opposing expectations. My balance wavered eventually and I could not maintain the position. My hands an arms had been tingling and buckling under the pressure. My own desired to be fed by my master got in the way, the pieces tumbled from the board. I was to be punished harder now. Again, my heart raced as I was flooded with thoughts and feelings, relief at the prospect of changing positions, shame and disappointment in failing my master, and excitement and uncertainty at was next to come.
Master and his friend used this opportunity to practice rope binding. I was secured and wrapped in the fibrous hemp rope with my hands and shoulders unable to free themselves. I was ordered to struggle to release myself for their pleasure as I was spanked and my balls, swollen and red from more than a week of chastity, were squeezed and smacked. My caged filled and I experienced wave after wave of pleasure immediately followed by pain during these experiences. The vibrating plug was set to all sorts of settings of increasing intensity throughout my time on display and I found myself giving into seeing my ass as my master’s pussy. I tried to focus through the pain to find pleasure so that I could fulfil his desires and expectations. My internal experiences subtly shifted away from my own perceptions towards anticipation around my master’s needs and desires. I wanted nothing more than to please Him. To give him what he desired as a personal object of gratification.
I was further humiliated, punished, and displayed as my legs were first spread and tied together, then were hogtied to my shoulder blades. I was placed precariously on a small weight bench and left to struggle as my master played with his friend, immobilizing him in a chair and edging him. During his friends act of submission, my master reminded me that he was allowed to experience pleasure through his cock, whereas I was caged and only allowed pleasure in my service. By this time, all of the thoughts, doubts, and instincts left my body and I began to know this was true. I am truly an object for my master’s pleasure. He owns me. He can do with me what he wants. My feelings are only relevant in that my devotion to him and my struggles give him pleasure. This filled me with an inner stillness, a peace and a purpose, a drive and a determination to be his most prized possession.
Touche.
Bendy: You were knocking on death’s door.
Cup: Yeah, and you pulled me away before he could answer.
Bold of you to assume he needs to open the door.
Take 2:
Mugman: Well, aren't you rudeness and sarcasm and everything troublesome.
Cuphead: Thanks, I try.
Mugman: 😑
Cuphead, mockingly: Well, aren’t you sugar and spice and everything nice. Mugman: Well, aren’t you rudeness and sarcasm and everything… uh… Cuphead: No, no- go on. You find something that rhymes with ‘sarcasm’ that actually makes sense and I’ll stop acting like a schmuck.
Sup, long time no see (or read in this case).
Just wanted to ask for some submissions for warm up sketches (NOT COMMISSIONS!!! These are ONLY for the purpose of warming up before drawing)
So if you want to see me draw something random, hmu!
Here is your card for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Happy writing!
“Look at these magnificent beings” - @turnin-kaikai
Chara what the hell did you send into my inbox
https://ifeelgodinthisjimandkimstonight.tumblr.com/post/169280440968/i-really-hope-yall-arent-sleeping-on-this-heavy
Check it out! A dating sim coming soon from the artists on Dream Daddy where you can date nonbinary characters! It looks so rad!
OC name: Kara Adams.
Canon character: Donatello Hamato
Relationships with Canon: Best Friends to one-sided crush to VERY slow burn romance.
OC details: Kara is a fourteen-year-old girl whose family moves from Texas to New York for her older sister's college and her father's work. She has both parents, an older sister, and a younger twin sister. She is strong and chaotic lawful. She's very similar to Donnie, except she doesn't know much about science. She has low self esteem and doesn't do much to her opinion, however she is a great listener and actually is very valued friend to others, although overlooked by her family. She's being taught how to do jujitsu and how to use a tech no by Donatello. She plays guitar and dreams of being a singer, but isn't expressionate about her passions. As she ages, she becomes more happy in her own skin. She loves pizza like the others. Her flaws are that she's too determined for her own good, anxiety and PTSD from being used as hostage by the Mad Dogs's enemies(Big Mama and etc.) she's unrealized manipulative at times and aggressive, and too touchy.
Her relationship with canon: Kara is like Donatello's plushie and soulmate. They act very similar and babble nonstop for hours. She provides that acceptance and appreciation he craves, and he provides company for her.
The sky is grey.
Story that isn't the best:
https://www.quotev.com/story/15360977/Rise-of-KaraRise-of-The-Teenage-Mutant-Ninja-Turtles
https://www.quotev.com/story/16544770/Rise-of-Kara-Rottmnt
Pictures(traced April or a base)
Extremely new here:3
Cut me some slack if I didn’t draw Seeker right:/
But I love her sm that I just HAD to not check references
(from Seeker the idiot: YAS. 👏 YES.)