u/unfunnyvalley

I thought I'd take a look back and see if I could trace some of my interests back to early experiences.

I remember from early childhood having a simultaneous fascination with and borderline phobia of drunkenness. When characters were visibly affected by alcohol, I had a really visceral reaction. If they were gregarious or unpleasant I was terrified. If they were confused, woozy, slurry, pliant, I couldn't look away. So that's...something.

It never occurred to me that the things might be connected, but I was also fascinated by stage hypnotism shows. Seeing people, especially men, go limp and suggestible on demand. It was a pre-sexual fascination, but I think those early moments of other people's brief loss of agency sparking my imagination were my first unconscious forays into kink.

Around 15 I discovered the music, specifically the lyrics, of Alice Cooper. Lines like this:

• "Take another sip, let it kiss your lips, and let a little drip on your thighs"
• "Play another role, try and lose control, and stain your soul to red from white"
• "Love hurts good on a bed of nails"
• "Rub my barrel, straight and narrow, dress up like a nun"
• "I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name"
• "Your mouth, so hot, your web, I'm caught, your lips so wet, black lace on sweat"
• "Come over here and kiss me, I wanna pull your hair"
• "I'm all undone, my pretty one. Don't slap my face unless you kiss me." I heard these lyrics and my mind was blown. I was just a little good-girl bullied virgin nerd back then, but this made me fantasise about being on both sides of a BDSM dynamic.

As I got older, I vaguely knew I enjoyed making boys squirm. It was funny. Once, at Bible Camp (!) a boy told me I shouldn't be wearing such provocative clothing. I said I was flattered that he was so provoked. It was a rush, seeing the prissy thing blush and splutter.

I think there's always been something there.

I have a real kink for the priest/penitent dynamic and I've been thinking about integrating it into findom. I'd love to play the role of a kind of succubus anti-priest who takes subs' confessions and demands penitence both financial and ritual (prayer, kneeling, self-flagellation, etc.). I'd also take tithes and offer holy communion. I wonder if anyone might be interested in playing something like this out?

I'm off to follow my passion hard for two weeks. A few of you know what that entails, the rest can guess and probably guess wrong. I will tell you all what I've told my regular subs:

Expect me to be either very distant and preoccupied or pumped up on adrenaline and super demanding. I don't know which yet, but I have a feeling there will be no middle ground.

Business as usual for you subby boys, I suppose: get used to being either pushed or ignored.

I'm loving how all these messed up little dudes keep finding me, sliding into my DMs to beg me to make them worse. Wanting to be toyed with at work, in public, in bed while their wives sleep. Wanting to be denied, teased, praised, humiliated. Wanting to surrender their control, their dignity, sometimes their wallets. Wanting to get wasted and obsessed and ruined for me. You're all very cute and I appreciate you.

I'm loving how all these messed up little dudes keep finding me, sliding into my DMs to beg me to make them worse. Wanting to be toyed with at work, in public, in bed while their wives sleep. Wanting to be denied, teased, praised, humiliated. Wanting to surrender their control, their dignity, sometimes their wallets. Wanting to get wasted and obsessed and ruined for me. You're all very cute and I appreciate you.

Yesterday, u/annainwatts appeared in my DMs saying he had read my posts and comments and they had drawn him in. He was unusually articulate about it, and identified a temptress/succubus vibe about me, which is absolutely spot on. He was so engaged and open, I knew I had to play with him.

He listed things that I'd talked about that excited him - edging, omorashi, intox play, findom - and I asked him what felt most exciting right now. We settled on edging with bladder control.

I had him chug some water then start to stroke, slow and lazy as I urged and praised him. He sent a photo, so I was able to see the pretty boy I was toying with - all soft and sweet, tattooed, with pretty pierced nipples. Just a gorgeous little thing.

I told him to play with his nipples, kept plying him with praise and encouragement. He said it made him blush. Making a boy's face go all hot and red is always such a rush. Riding that little power high, I had him chug some more water.

He was starting to feel the confusing overlap of sensations - edged and sensitive but increasingly full and urgent with the need to pee. I had him rub his belly so it pushed on his bladder as he stroked, and at that point it was clear his mind was starting to fly away. I told him to get right to the edge then stop for another drink.

He was getting hazy and feral now. I had him keep edging, keep pressing. I taunted him a little with the idea that cumming might open the floodgates. Teased him gently for his desperation while keeping up the praise too.

We moved to Discord so he could send me videos. They were hypnotic enough already, the way he squirmed and whimpered as he massaged his full bladder and stroked his hard cock. But then he said he wanted me to see his face.

I was privileged to watch him totally vulnerable, seeing every wave of pleasure and discomfort and need pass over his features. Eyes hazy with it, head rolling back, panting and moaning softly, biting his lip.

I watched as he drank more for me, pushing it, losing it, starting to beg.

I let him go stand in the shower, told him he could let just a little out. Another video. I watched as he did it and forced himself to stop, whimpering, pleading. I knew I would need to let him release it all soon and I gave him a choice of tasks before he did: leak and stop himself again or try to cum.

I watched as he whimpered and sobbed, jerking his cock for me, overwhelmed and overstimulated and unable to cum. He was so good for me. I told him to let go and watched his wrecked face and trembling body as he did it.

I praised him, thanked him, told him to take a shower and have a rest and a snack. He dutifully did so and sent a picture of his snack to prove it.

We talked about how hot it had been for both of us. Since he had already mentioned being into findom, I felt safe to be a bit cheeky and tell him that, since I'd fed him so much water, he should buy me a coffee.

He agreed immediately, sent £5 to my PayPal, and (having not cum during the bladder control session), when I called him a good boy he was already gone again.

Seeing him so obviously turned on by it, I had him edge one more time and send again when he hit the edge. He did it, all on video, and sent £10 this time as his cock pulsed and he came.

I don't think I've ever before been so overwhelmed by the open generosity of a man's submission. So ready to tell me how it felt, so generous with his pictures and videos so I could see him sinking deeper, so unafraid to let himself moan and whimper, looking into my eyes through the fourth wall as he fell apart.

So I was chatting with u/Junior-Ship8557 and he obviously needed to pee a bit but, you know, he's a full grown man, he should be able to hold it, right?

He kept chugging water, and I encouraged him, because it's good for boys to stay hydrated. He was squirming so much and complaining that his bladder was so full and achy, but he didn't stop to go to the bathroom. Just rubbed his cock a bit and got hard in his shorts.

I took pity on him and suggested that, if he's that desperate, maybe he should just let a little bit leak out to take the edge off. It started dribbling immediately. He seemed thirsty, so I made him have another bottle of water, but it just seemed to make things worse.

In the end he was begging me to let him pee, so I did, and you would not BELIEVE how much he soaked himself. Just pissing and whimpering and embarrassed because he lost control like a baby. And even with all that, he liked it.

He agreed that I ought to post here telling people what he did. Hopefully everyone seeing his little accident will teach him to be more controlled in future 😈

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I was in uni. A lowkey social night at a pub, and there was a cute guy there who I thought I recognised from somewhere. He said I looked familiar too, but neither of us could place where we might have met or seen each other.

We chatted for a while and finally established that we lived in the same area, so we'd probably seen each other just out and about.

I asked him how he was enjoying living there. He said it was pretty good, but there was this weird girl in a house across the street from him who always watched him undress.

And my brain was like...ah. Oh. 😅

When a guy is hours or days or weeks into edging and his brain is mush, that's when I love to step in and just gently stroke over those easy, easy triggers. Gooned boys are so desperate, so eager to sink deeper into perversions they didn't even know they had. They're a lowkey domme's dream 😈

I can spend hours just messing with boys on here, seeing how bad they can get.