u/Squeedoodle

Dommes who save their cum in the fridge or freezer to force feed to their subs later

I see you. You are appreciated, you delightfully weird ladies. 💖

I dunno, I feel like it would make my day easier if I could give the little guy a cuddle now and then. I often end up missing him after only a couple hours apart, and it would help me cope with the monotony.

The strange part is I didn't used to sleep with a stuffie. I've had plenty of them for years, and would sometimes put a couple in my bed, only to later stop when they just kinda felt in the way. Only since moving into a new place last February have I started keeping one (my bunny Jeremy) in bed with me. We stay cuddled together all night. He also comes to parties with me to help me stay calm in the crowds.

Sadly, he has to stay home when I work. Not only do I not particularly want to be known to my coworkers as the "adult" who carries a stuffed animal around, but also I work in a Controlled Environment Room where I wouldn't be allowed to bring him in.

But when I'm there I just miss my bunny! 😭

Cw for... well, in my case, stuff that would probably kill me if I tried to do it in real life. Real depraved stuff.

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I used to think my weirdest interest was ABDL. Even after largely leaving the shame behind, I still know that one's fairly niche.

But a couple months ago I started searching terms like "permanent bondage" when looking for things to edge myself to, and I came across stories and drawings of girls being encased in cement or buried underground, with tubes and machines to help feed them and provide air, as well as keep them painfully aroused. Left alone in their helpless torment for weeks, months, or the rest of their lives.

I wondered how it would feel to be trapped like that, despite knowing it's impossible to actually try it (and I never will try, because despite what horny brain says, I don't want to be murdered, thank you very much).

So uh, yeah, that awakened some UNCOMFORTABLE things in me. Tell me your weirdest fetishes so I feel less weird please! 😆

So, I slept over at my Mommy's place on Friday. We enjoyed our usual frisky wrastlin and groping marathon, me begging her to stop and her assuring me I wanted it. She edged me at least twice before taking pity on me and putting the vibrator away. Also she bit me on the shoulder several times under I had a big bruise there. Good times!

Saturday morning we got up around 8:30, showered, grabbed some breakfast sandwiches at a drive-through, and headed off for our day out. We had a ton of fun, riding a few coasters, which I'm glad to learn I still enjoy even after almost 20 years since the last time I did it (what the fuuuuck)! We also saw lions, and tigers, and... well, no bears... oh my!

But after nine hours of almost constant walking and standing, we were both exhausted. We kept complaining like, "oh no, I'm old!" (She's in her early 40s, I'm in my mid 30s). We spent most of Sunday napping and cuddling. Barely had the energy to go get lunch around noon, let alone a few tired attempts to fool around (she still teased me a bit in the morning).

I'm not a switch, but I did make sure to give her lots of affection to let her know how grateful I am to have her in my life. I spooned her almost as much as she spooned me, and at one point I got to put her face in my boobs and pet her head while we snuggled. She enjoyed that a lot. 😄

I came home last night, and today I'm relaxing at home. I took a vacation day in preparation for how tired I knew I would still be, and I'm thanking my past self for her foresight. I am definitely still recovering from an absolutely exhausting weekend. 😵

I'm so excited! My job gave all its employees two free tickets to an amusement park this Saturday, so Mommy and I are going together. We're gonna ride roller coasters, and eat ice cream, and I'm definitely gonna kiss her on a ferris wheel. It's gonna be so fuckin gay! :3

Also I used some vacation time to take Friday and Monday off, so I'll be going over Mommy's place Friday night! I don't usually get to do that cause I work second shift. I'm gonna bring my PS5 with me again, so we can play more Baldur's Gate 3 together. Assuming we don't get distracted doing... *ahem*... stuff that definitely isn't pervy and inappropriate. >.>

I matched my previous record! Naturally, the next big milestone will be hitting six months. My Mommy promises a year will feel so good, and after that I have the rest of my life to savor this wonderful feeling of neediness. 🥰

I still get scared that I'll accidentally go too far with an edge and ruin all my progress. It hasn't gotten any easier. I try to space the edges out so I don't lose control. And I rarely go for those really big, just barely holding onto staying good by a single finger kind of edges. Usually more of a gentle edge, where I can feel the orgasm just starting to build, and then I put my vibrator away before it gets too close. Just enough to count, y'know?

Here are some of my reasons:

It feels fucked up! The depravity of getting pleasure from pain feels taboo in such a fun way. When my Mommy hurts me, it feels like a secret we're keeping together.

The look in her eye when she knows I want her to make me scream, just as much as she wants to pull that scream out of me. She looks even more beautiful than usual when she's thinking evil thoughts.

How god damn sexy it feels when I break off a kiss with her to whisper, "please hurt me," or when she's already practically tearing my nipples off and I scream, "harder Mommy!"

The bruises and marks. My body is a canvas for her pretty art. I feel so proud looking at my body in the mirror the next day.

The high. I can't pretend otherwise. The gift of pain from the ones I adore is one hell of a drug. When done right, it makes me feel like I'm floating on a cloud.

It's a form of service. I like being able to make sadists happy, and that makes me happy too. Also, I know it makes them happy to make me happy! It's a delightfully vicious circle of needs getting met!

Edit to add another one: my ego. I'm not usually one to show off, but I do like to show off how much I can take. Getting beaten in a dungeon is the one occasion I like to have an audience and be the center of attention.

What do y'all like about being a masochist, a sadist, or both? Hooray for sadomasochism!

Today a pretty girl slapped me, bit me, pinned me down and edged me mercilessly while promising she would never ever let me cum, punched my butt while we made out, fingered me, fucked and came all over my ass, spit in my mouth, and called me her good girl.

Help me, reddit! Does she like me? Or is she just being friendly? I don't wanna make it weird. 😬

(For real though, we're girlfriends now and I'm floating. 🥰)

I'm FINALLY seeing her again after five weeks apart!! 😩

I want her to see how much I've grown up since she last saw me, so I'm getting all fancy. I got my pretty navy blue dress (WITH pockets, so fancy~), some of my favorite jewelery, my lacy black bra I put on all by myself, and most importantly, grownup panties (NOT training pants like I usually... uh... dooon't wear...?).

She's gonna see what a mature grownup woman I've become, and there will be no talk of being her little baby or being put into diapers! I'm sure of it! 😤🥰

This is 100% a me problem, but I can't hear that word and not think "Norted," like in Kingdom Hearts.

Noo... the... DARKNESS!! 😩

I know I'm not the only one who is into this, but it still feels pretty niche.

So like, there's this particular scenario in fiction that makes me feel absolutely feral. A sub is being kept captive as a pet, and manages to break free and make a run for it. They might get pretty far, maybe even manage to make it to the perceived safety of other people.

But one way or another, their owner manages to get them back, and when they do... they're not mad. They don't scold nor punish the pet. Instead, they treat it with sympathy. They refuse to acknowledge this is a human captive that attempted a calculated escape. Rather, they treat them like a scared animal that got confused, and "accidentally" wandered off until it was lost. They act like they're their pet's savior for finding them, and promise to be more vigilant in keeping them safe going forward.

It's so condescending, and dehumanizing, and just... denying their very identity as a person. I love it so much. 🤤😖

Like I said, it's niche, but anyone else feel this way?

I'm bouncing off the walls with need. I can't believe it's been a whole month since I last saw her! I need to see her way more often than that! I'm going to (gently and politely) request that I see her at least a couple times a month. I want to be her girlfriend, and I know she wants to be mine, so I don't think it's an unfair request that we try to not go five weeks without cuddling each other, if we can avoid it. Sometimes shit happens, and schedules don't line up, but I at least want it to be a goal that we don't let it get this long again. 🥺

The lady who monitors the self checkout kiosks at Sprouts remarked, "You brought your own bags. Good girl!"

I definitely didn't giggle like an idiot. 😅

I'm shattered. Devastated. Giddy. Just finished sobbing uncontrollably and I'm grinning ear to ear. I think my plushies are getting worried about me. I keep telling Mr. Bunny I'm okay, but it's still nice of him not to leave my arms.

It's just so... fffuuuuuck... y'know? FUUCK! 😭😂

The feeling really started yesterday. I got to work, and had so much trouble focusing. I kept making mistakes, and was working much more slowly than usual, despite not being all that tired. I couldn't get my mind off my need.

I feel like every day that I go out into the world, pretending to be normal, I'm layering on a mask. When I get home, even in my own private world, it's so hard to get that mask off. Like a layer of mud that has dried onto me, covering up my true self, and it won't wash off, layer after layer caking on and building up this fake, boring, acceptable, normal persona.

But the burning persists underneath, and I desperately need to wash away the grime. I need to be beaten, bruised, bitten, used, devoured, degraded, humiliated, pushed to the absolute limits of what I can take... so I can feel clean, so I can feel myself again, if only for a little while, before the muck begins to layer itself back onto me.

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"Oh, you want me to stop torturing you? Agree to do this other humiliating thing you don't want to do, and I'll stop."

[I do the thing]

"Adorable! By the way, I lied."

It just... fuck, it really hammers home how powerless I am in that moment. The decision is not mine. I do not get to decide what happens. I can safeword if things are not okay, but I do not get to dictate what they do to me.

Human Domestication Guide, am I right? 😅

I learned about it from a post I think I saw on this subreddit. Someone talking about how it kinda destroyed them. I figured they were exaggerating. I looked into it, read a few stories, and yeah, it's definitely hot. Went about my days, no big deal.

But I kept coming back. AO3 has a LOT of stories in this universe. And there's something to it that's hard to get out of my head now. It's not just the fantasy of hot space plant mommies owning me and not taking no for an answer, "for my own good." It's not just the condescending, humiliating, visceral ways they sexually use their pets. It's not even the fantasy of aliens coming down and annihilating capitalism with their post-scarcity technology. It's all of it, together, that has me actually begging the universe to make this real.

I HATE how much this has gotten into my head. I hate how I know I would barely put up a fight if it really happened. Nobody would mistake me for an "Independent." It feels pathetic, how much I want it. It's just fantasy, like any porn I've read, so why can't I get it out of my head??