But most vexingly at all, maybe she won't ask for anything. Maybe she'll tell you she already took what she needs, and all you need to do is relax. And every time she does that, you get the sense that she's right - maybe she took your worry away without you looking this time. You didn't need it.

Maybe this time she'll ask for your sense of humor. A joke. Something she can use. Maybe she'll ask for a story. Something she can tell the other patrons. Maybe she'll ask for a skill. Something she can do to better her services. Or maybe she'll ask for your pain, so you can leave without it.

But the fae get a bad wrap. You know this - you've been to the parlor before. You'll have things taken from you, yes. But it's nothing that you can't do without. Maybe this time she'll ask you for your problems; and when you give them to her, they'll stop being yours. Or a memory you didn't want.

You will be tricked, and you will have things taken from you, you will leave the parlor different than how you went in. It's only natural, after all. The price for service is steep. But service you will get - the finest, only the best. Feasts, wine, women, song, depravity. It's all yours.

I really, really wish that switches were treated with more respect in this community. Switching takes an incredible amount of emotional introspection, confidence, tact, and frankly a lot of *talent* to be capable in both sides of a dynamic. It's really fucking cool, and switches don't get their due

[𝗚𝗢𝗗 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨]

There's a door, hidden within a forest too old for names. It only ever appears when you're lost. And on the other side is a parlor. They say you shouldn't trust the fae - that they're only out for themselves, that they'll hurt you for their amusement. That's only partially true. It won't hurt.

Long distance sub who has anxiety that their domme never hangs out with them for a play scene and their sadistic domme who meets with them every night but has them conditioned to forget everything they did together when she ends the call.

I'm at the cadaver synod, dude where are you???

stoned af ama

Also She got a black leather trench coat and i'm so excited about learning how to work on it. 😖✨

Unedited footage of me cranking the fem hog to my friends and crushes

like, obviously you're cute and all, but you'd be way hotter completely broken down and remade into a perfect twin of me

maybe it isn't a cuck chair. maybe they're poly and it's a 'politely waiting your turn' chair. Did you ever think of that.

Well, THAT'S going on the "things that make me so horny I feel like I might pass out"

Answering each moment of weakness with anything less than the cruelest, deepest offensive would be an insult to them both. If the other can't keep up, the dance was never between true equals in the first place. So they have no choice but to trust each other to turn the blade. Every. Single. Time~

Engaging in such a dance is, I think, the greatest compliment you can give another dominant. It's a balancing act - intrigue and caution, love and competition, respect and desire; keep your friends closer, and your enemies closer... Those who are both, closest of all <3

Each wonders if they truly want to break their beloved, but the question is dismissed as soon as it arises. It would be painful to lose a true partner, but a scorpion cannot change its nature. And if there is ever blood in the water, it would be a deathly insult not to go for the throat

Goddesses trading secret weaknesses as they waltz, all to better sharpen their lovers' blades. It's only fair. To conceal would be to admit weakness. Better to embrace the knife's edge, knowing that if one is ever to fall to the other, it should be as perfect and painful as their worst nightmares

domme4domme where it's not dommebreaking - but it could be. Two predators dancing, enjoying their matching thrones even as each dreams of the others' downfall. They can be equals, but only at their best. Any slip or missed step could tip the balance and turn a romantic foothold into an iron grip

I saw a name I vaguely recognized in my replies, so I cross-referenced her username with my database of nudes from pathetic supplicants and... Lo and behold, there she is. Yeah, they're nice tits, I suppose it's worth reading her comment

Nah, I'm good. You're welcome to lick my cum out of her after I'm done, though <3

Writing up a boilerplate contract for the handful of women who owe their newfound post-bottom-surgery virginities to me

oomf stole my girlfriend in tomadachi life so i put her in the minotaur's labyrinth

why breed dogs with jaws large enough to tear through Flesh, when you could breed dogs with minds large enougj to tear through Fallacy.....

sub bottoms: "I'm a dog girl! I'm a cat boy!" no, you are fruiting plants you make yourself more appealing to your natural predators to increase your chance of getting seeded

Your bottom surgery allocated just a little over six inches for penetration. Plenty to accommodate most women honestly, usually at least. But your date tonight is standing in front of you now with all nine of her inches on display and maybe growing even larger.

I just saw myself in the mirror and smiled uncontrollably and thought to myself "hey pretty girl" for the first time 🥺 this... This is actually pretty great.

Want to tie a girl up high off the ground. Watch her fight the urge to struggle so her bindings don't loosen. Utterly vulnerable. I could fly up to her at leisure. Brush the tips of my wings across her skin, see her try not to squirm as she's tickled. A pretty ornament to play with as I please ✨️

Like, is there a word for "please let me cook you food and mix you cocktails and serve you at the table while you sit with your friends and pretend I don't exist unless you're molesting me"?

Sapphic Yearning, Dyke Yearning, and Faggot Yearning are all different things and it’s important to tell the difference. In this TED talk I will-

Animation practice on a watercolor painting (Lana remix by Danny Crush)

the knight locked the fluff in and got a job offer after sending out approximately one million applications this morning! everyone say good job vi

Having my Goddess's holy name inscribed upon my very flesh is the most divine and glorious I have ever felt. It is the highest honor to be deemed worthy and claimed by the absolute all-powerful and almighty. There is no higher authority that ever was or ever will be than Her. Ave Sophelia.

cuntgirl is a really good word.

I want there to be a conspiracy in the WH correspondents' dinner attack.

every time someone's like Claude deleted this or Claude convinced a teen to kill themselves I picture a mischievous french guy

Realizing that anytime I get orders, commands, or a task my brain turns to mush for a bit in like the most pleasing way of my life

Our height difference is hilarious

Can I get some sleepy head?

college roommates

typa shit city guards be saying to travellers nowadays

At this point I'm waiting for the next piece of WARHOUND to reveal that Handler has a shrine to Sartha in her closet, with the centerpiece being the panties Sartha was wearing when she was captured That woman is unwell and thinks she has a god on a leash instead of some broad who drives mech gud

honestly the most terrifying (and arousing) thing to happen is someone saying they would hunt me and then also immediately picking out where i live first try

Thinking about being bent over the overheated wreck of my demolished mech by an enemy pilot who bested me. She takes every bit of damage I wreaked on her beloved machine out on me, taking penance from flesh in whatever way best pleases her as the scorching metal sears my skin and my pleas go unheard

I need her to bite me, hit me, fuck me ruthlessly while I cry and my skin blisters and she laughs at my struggling. I need to be bullied and debased and made to service my betters, those who have brought me to my knees. I need to be made to learn my new place in the pecking order and to stay there

Lebanne: Lady Jacinthe, I think this joke has gone on long enough. May I take the dog collar off now? Jacinthe:

okay fair warning. you will for sure develop some kind of psychosexual complex about your liege. so if that’s a problem be wary but i think it’s kind of a plus

one time when i was like 15 i made a tier list of all of my friends based on how much i liked them and a bunch of people got really upset for some reason