Need to get a girl absolutely hooked on me and then dissect her on the operating table so I can see which organs and muscle systems my puppet strings grew into. Following them as they tie knots around her brain and run down to every pleasure center of her body... and threatening to sever her heart.

"Iris, I'm worried about you. Can you let me in now?" Chloe rapped a rhythm with her knuckles against the bedroom door of her flatmate. She had seen neither hide nor hair of Iris for what must have been a week. "Go away, Chloe." A voice, barely above a whisper, spoke beyond the flimsy plywood door.

Self-actualization is always a praiseworthy action. Everyone needs to become worse (more true to themselves)!

There's something fucked with my head because I'll look at the timeline and see dommes write stuff that everyone says turns their stomachs... and all I see are girls who are finding confidence and actualization in themselves and their femininity. I just smile and think they're cute. Endearing even.

It's so trite listening to her ramble on about how my "faux" abuse is helping her heal from past trauma, regain bodily autonomy by willingly submitting control to me, blah blah blah Yeah, whatever you say, slut. I do it because it gets me off

The great thing about debt servitude is the little glimmer of hope. "If I push myself hard enough long enough, maybe someday I can get out of here, away from her".

commissions open again cause im Broke i need Money

I need to do a voice reveal soon I think. My thralls have probably earned a small taste of bliss.

God I already have enough grumpy annoyance at my own cohort but I stfg if millennials go full Boomer on their kids I'm gonna chuck all of them into the fucking river

The existence of wallet girlfriends implies the existence of the in-store credit girlfriend.

Wakes up Gets given the name "Dr. Frotto Cocktavius" by some part of the brain like a cat leaving a dead bird ... What the fuck am i supposed to do with this?!

Dominants get too focused on belittling their submissives and stripping away their personhood — lessening the weight of their accomplishments. No. You made a whole authentic human being submit. You're better than an entire person. Understand this: The road to divinity begins with a single step.

Indefensible as a generalization. Like you might argue this is a good goal for most games, but if a boss is designed around it you can (among surely other types of design goals) end up with a uniquely stressful type of 'timer'.

you can never fully know what someone is capable of nor predict their actions trust is understanding someone’s values such that you can rely on their integrity and ability without proof so trust is really faith to trust your Sadist is to have faith in Her thus, your Sadist is your God

The finishing blow strikes true, caving in the side of your scavenged bascinet. You see the sadistic grin on your opponent's unarmored face, and then, nothing. Your eyelids flutter open - maybe seconds later, maybe minutes - with your head wrenched upwards, her firm hand holding you aloft by your-

bratting gets the cruelest response from me because it is a hollow, ghoulish version of something i deeply respect… resistance brats get crushed quickly and discarded, i walk away unsatisfied put up actual resistance scream & drive yourself against the stake i have over your heart to spite me

Before long, even the click of her heels fades into the distance. You feel hollow. Nothing was taken from you. You are materially no different than you were an hour ago. So why can't you shake the feeling that her clipboard contains everything about you that matters?

Everyone shut the fuck up about your kinks look at this cute hot chocolate I got!

One must imagine the genie as a dominant.

Being a broke domme is tough. Have to get really creative when you can't just hard control every facet of someone's material being. But I would say I've become very innovative on the emotional front.

A girl pissed me off a few weeks ago and said some stuff that was out of line. My response has been to get to know her anyway and now she wakes up in the morning and begs for pets. I've been away but I've certainly not lost my touch.

Talking to Inno's wife, whom I'm also dating, and she said that "We need to get a sign that says 'Days Since Last Rape' in the house." for when I visit.

I really need to get topped. And by topped, I mean,,,, Trancing my most hated rival, dressing her in a whorish harem outfit, and having her bounce on me slutty-cowgirl-style, then wiping her memory so she's confused when I glance at the photos and snicker throughout her vengeful villain monologue

sketching airy for devious purposes but you can have it cuz i really like it #andryart #art #bravelydefault

Waves lap against the shore; but a single step in the unimaginably vast process of erosion. As the tide recedes, it will drag fragments of sand and silt out with it. The beach will never again be exactly as it is, here and now. Watch the sunset. You've only got so many chances to.

The United Hegemony's Minister for Co-ordination, Matilda Sharpe, paced her office. Clack, clack, clack, clack. The heels of her boots against the wooden floorboards made for an excellent metronome. It sharpened her focus. She'd had the Persian rug that once lay here removed for this very reason.

Apotheosis, a thread.

The self is a core of truth wrapped in layers upon layers of lies. Lies we tell others, and lies we tell ourselves. Intimacy with a partner can be undone in an instant. The lies fall away — lies of kindness, of respect, of boundaries — and you find yourself with a monster wearing your lover's face.

I flatlined when I was 7. Toxic shock, resuscitation. Long story. I've been a black hole of experience ever since. How do you explain to anyone the all-consuming, burning desire for *more* when you don't even have words for it? When there are no words in the English language to describe the lust?

Leave no tribute to My splendour, sing no hymns to My glory. That you stay firmly planted with head unbowed is all that I desire. Should My sermon bring you peace — should it provoke but the smallest revelation — then I shall consider My duty fulfilled. Chin up, My dear. You're better than them.

Pain is an offering, made at the altar. Given freely, it is as worthless as pleasure; a supplicant lusting for base sensation proves she does not fathom the tithe asked of her. But those who truly suffer — those who endure every anguish bestowed unto them — shall find solace within My chapel walls.

(vent) I wish I understood the prog hype. It did basically absolutely nothing for me. Something I still take "just in case" but I absolutely cannot relate to people saying it makes them feral.

Why would one seek to engage in a relationship with someone so very far below themselves? A bleating animal devoid of interiority, chasing only their base instinct for pleasure. No, a partner must be one who can engage, challenge, and elevate. Only an equal could be deserving of my love.

In life, one is faced with two simple choices — To rise above, or sink below. I feel the pressure mounting, and I know that I am being tested. My moment of true judgement is nigh. And but one course of action is clear to me. I have got to get worse. If I am to survive, I must become so much worse.

Gentle violations cut deepest. It is not enough for Her to forever tarnish sex — She also intertwines the feeling of a hand in yours with heartbreak. The feeling of being held a burning agony. Your back being stroked becomes a knife to the ribs. Waiting for your partner to uncover your new triggers.

a dance where you know when you are leading her movements when you are flowing in unison when she is inspiring your movements a virtuous cycle where you both, in your own ways have hands on the throttle are made of that which survives the heat & pressure of combustion enjoy the ride

I am called Innocxnce; I am a writer, a poet, and on rare occasion a prophet. Hold your head high, you broken few. There is art in the bleakness of a bad ending. Below you can find a collation of some of my better work.

Another gripping exploration of the dynamics of power and violence by Inno. It was an honor to see this evolve from its rougher first drafts to the complete and unnerving story it has. Even time itself bends the knee to violence—power creates the only lasting impac ts in this doll's fleeting world.

Special thanks to @atriathewitch.bsky.social, @eleanor-thorn.bsky.social and @grimabyss.bsky.social for their help in proofreading this. It couldn't exist without all of your support and encouragement.

Proxy, my second story, is finished. I sincerely hope you enjoy it. I have many more tales to tell of the tragic circumstances in which Dolls find themselves. archiveofourown.org/works/82907371

You spot her milling around outside the train station, glancing at her phone. Affection blossoms in your chest; you're so thankful she came. You've been planning this date for so long — it's the first time you've met in person. It's going to be so special. You wave, and she spots you, beaming.

The worse (better) I get as a domme, the more I completely fuck with Rider Fate/zero's entire philosophy. It's so important. I get it, truly

I deeply, deeply love Saber too, but I can't lie I would really get off on dommebreaking a service top while telling her that she's just a little girl enraptured by the false idol of a domme who serves others but not herself

For we adapt to pain. Every incision cuts away a little of your victim's mortality. Every anguished sob you pry from split lips tempers their resolve. One day, you shall raise your fist, and find that it comes into contact with Divinity. And you cannot control such a force. It shall wash you away.

Pain is a remarkable tool for focus. The human body is trained to consider it a primary stimulus, after all. Through the correct and judicious application of it, one is afforded a surprising degree of control over another. But I must caution against an over-reliance on this method of dominion.

chained to the pulpit, burning white-hot a thousand tortures provoke naught but manic laughter, for what use is there in threatening words on a screen?

idk why i do this

My debut piece, trying to make these spaces feel a little less empty. A short hit of despair for those seeking such things. bsky.app/profile/inno...

Happy International Asexuality day! It's really neat that there exist girls I don't need to bother pleasing and whose hands can be taught only how to pleasure me—since they certainly don't need to pleasure themselves. We love and appreciate you!! ❤️