I’d make for such a good Handler. One of the best, even. Handler Reign. Handler Reign saga is upon you. You have no idea what’s coming.

I just don’t know what I did wrong. I wish there was this one thing I could point to and say “Oh, that’s why she violated me.” so that I could make sense of all this …hurt. I was so sure that it was that skirt but when I wore pants next time she did …worse.

let's keep carving pieces out of each other. let's continue the mutual mutilation of our souls. maybe, between the two of us, we'll find the pieces to finally make a whole person. or maybe we'll create something so horrible we can never pretend again

sorry

The body is gone, and the mind remains. I am the manic preacher, spilling sermon from splintered lip. I am the stained-glass martyr, warning all who gaze upon me against following my path. I am loosed from chains of restraint and reason. Hear my siren song and weep, for you know it to be true.

Mind over body. This is what divides human and beast. Dominion over the flesh. Those who cannot control themselves are but animals, writhing in the muck. And those who have the willpower to master not just their own flesh, but that of others? What word is there for that, but God?

The mask falls, hits the ground and shatters. Instinctively, you now know: Every prior interaction had been filtered by it. Falsified. The fake smiles, exaggerated compliments and sugar-coated thoughts. No longer are you granted such accomodations. It’s time for you to face truth.

Girls who dissociate in social situations were never meant to truly participate in them. They will just assume their most natural state: Being your quiet, docile, little piece of arm-candy, whose eyes can’t quite focus on what’s going on ahead of it. It was never meant to look, only be looked at.

porcelain doll girl #art

if we'd done memory play i think i'd remember that

The boot connects with your back, hard, and you double over. Blood drips from your face, staining your favourite dress crimson. It takes every scrap of willpower you can muster to turn your head slightly, enough to lock eyes with your sister, as the forceful hand of another grips her hair.

For Christmas I'm giving free forced bottom surgery to the stupid cunt who tried to domme me in my dms. Enjoy your third fuckhole, bottom bitch

Being in love is crazy, because sometimes you’ll see two discarded paper cups (with a height difference!) in an empty parking lot and can suddenly think of nothing but “Oh my god, I love Her so much.”

Sex is when she holds up your hands in the double peace sign for the camera

Not inevitable, it turns out! I think... Hm. …does it still count as rape if she forcefully presses my face against the wall until I say “I consent” for her?

“Ah~ there we go, that’s what did it.” Your objection dies on your lips. Wide eyes that had been locked onto hers get smaller, drift to somewhere else. You navigate your thoughts like you’re walking through molasses. Somehow you’re back …there again. “You’re beautiful in your “dollspace”, dear.”

Yeah, it's so sweet! We have this entirely non-sexual, mostly non-kinky relationship and she treats me with so much care and respect! Yes, HER! I know right! I'm just her sweet little vanilla girlfriend and she's patient and kind with me and we never have to do stuff I don't want. ~Reign, Panel 1

I love submissives who offer up their weaknesses. Not their kinks, not their likes, but their actual weaknesses. Their fears. Their anxieties. Their addictions. The little ways in which they can be truly reshaped, mind and soul. It's such a pleasure to learn those cracks, and to pry them wide open

kiss the hand that beats you.

We all love straight-breaking and domme-breaking, and with good reason, but my proudest accomplishment is in a genre I don't see discussed often: aro-breaking. To take a woman who has never so much as felt the heartache of missing a loved one, or the butterflies of looking into her eyes-

わん

The Knight of the Flowers, by Georges Rochegrosse (1894)

Discomfort is a temporary state of affairs. After all, if you seek to grow, you must venture outside your comfort zone. So ignore that twisting in your stomach, that crawling of your skin. This is what she wants for you, so it must be good. You'll get used to it.

amped

I am proud to be able to present my first full story, First Impressions. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. archiveofourown.org/works/81740571

“Reign? You look so out of it. Are you okay?” What do I even say? “No, I always get this way when my girlfriend violates me, it’s okay.”? I wish I could just put concealer on this like I do with the marks and bruises she leaves me with.

"I get why you had to hurt me... But why do I have to show it off to everyone?" What a lovely thing to hear from my sweet girlfriend <3

One of the most visceral and exciting things I have ever read on here. Inno, you rock.

you telling me they put angel food in this cake?

Dreamt about TF2 MvM dropping Chainsaw Man hats. Fuck, why must I awake from this bliss.

I’m sorry I have to ask you this, but you remember the thing I told you about my memory problems? How I lose time? I trust you. I uhm… forgot last night we did stuff right? What did we do? “You enjoyed yourself, dear.” Good- but… what did we do? “You enjoyed yourself, dear. You had a good time.”

Oh... I forgot I have these. 🤭

Sometimes being a girlfriend is all about being degraded in front of Her Hound during Terraria co-op. And that's okay! :)

Handler has ordered me to post evidence of my line writing last night. It was. grueling. and exhausting. and i loved every second of it. i have 4 x 50 due tomorrow, and i'm hoping i don't earn more, but She knows best and Her wish is my command. thank You, Ma'am.

"We're worried about you. This doesn't seem healthy." They say, as if they could ever understand. Your so-called "friends" faces are each a twisted visage of concern. It feels infantilising. As if they could ever understand the connection you share with Her. "She's hurting you, isn't she."

letting your sub domme you as a reward is such a cute thing for switch4switch relationships

You flip open the leather lid and gaze upon your collection of butterflies. Pretty, delicate little things that once roamed the warm spring air, now forever doomed to adorn your book. Each one has a story, though most of them you have already forgotten. You close it and put it back on the shelf.

I’m new to flirting, are these lines any good? “Hey, I wonder how easily I bruise…” “Do you think my large black and blue bruise shows when I wear short sleeves?” “When you have a bruise, does it also hurt a lot when you press down on it like this?” I’m not sure what other girls talk about…

That’s weird. My feed is full of dogs still pretending they’re people… :/

one of my hounds: "I'd probably drop my attraction to Wilson from House MD if you told me to." me: "I wouldn't take him from you"

Yet again, amazing artwork inspires Reign to write terrible, toxic things. Bottoms up, I guess… 🍷 archiveofourown.org/works/751729...

#StevenUniverse #Lapis

I used to teach martial arts. I know what I'm doing. I want to feel the give in what I'm hitting... I want the damage that I cause to not just be measured in yelps and blood, but the feeling flesh gives as capillaries burst and blood pools under the skin. It's such a unique feeling, you know?

Cass warm-ups from my sketchbook. Think I'm finally satisfied with my design for her. #dcfanart #batgirl #comicfanart

“I wish I could be the one to administer her facial laser hair removal” - completely normal sadist thoughts

I look like such a loser compared to these winner selections of games…

that's discomfortslop. you only like it because you don't.