r/LetBoysBeManipulated

I made a post and someone suggested talking about the topic here too, so i would love to hear the pov of the boys that like to be manipulated.

The context is: I act like a therapist, talk to people, make notes, come back to reddit with my findings, even the obvious ones because they can still be useful to someone, blah blah.

Previously, i mostly talked with subs that were into humiliation, manipulation, blackmail fantasies, but over the past few days, the ratio has flipped, I've been coming across more people that prefer a nurturing and encouraging approach.

If allowed, I would like to know more about you guys opinion on this:

>Softness can absolutely mean mommy domme energy for some people, but not necessarily in a sexual way either, softness more as in:

>·  being understood

>·  being emotionally handled carefully

>·  being accepted after admitting something taboo

>·  being able to drop the performance for a second

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>The part I find most interesting:

>Some of the people who came to me specifically for degradation and control have shifted. Not away from the dynamic, but the energy has moved from "ruin me" to "please understand me." It’s not everyone of course, but I’ve seen that it’s usually the ones I talk to more often.

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>The contrast hits differently when it's the same person. someone teasing you, controlling you, getting inside your head… while still making you feel safe and seen and occasionally check in on you during the week outside of a kink space.

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>The practical result: with them, the send-delete-disappear rate drops to almost zero. They're more consistent, more communicative, and what drives them has shifted from "play time when I'm horny" to something that looks a lot more like genuine connection. Said a million times but worth repeating, “Pay me pig” isn’t very effective, much less for longer term things. There’s still the few that basically “can’t believe I told you that so I’m gonna block you”. And, 3 of the ones that said that came back.

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>So this time, the summary is: whether someone wants to be torn down or gently held, I think they're chasing the same relief, permission to stop performing the version of themselves they show everyone else. Humiliation subs shed it violently. Soft subs shed it gently. Same destination, different roads.

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>Don't skip aftercare. yeah, a bunch of subs run off before that even becomes relevant. But for the ones still there, it matters more than you might think. I’m guessing people here are aware of that, but since there’s an influx of Twitter/X girls, it should be said.

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>And in general, outside of kink, we can all benefit from being kinder to each other and being better friends to those around us.

That’s it, let me know your thoughts, and if you don’t have any notes lol, my question for you is what does giving or receiving aftercare look like to you?

I'm very new to everything about being a sub (and dating/relationships in general). I've only met two doms, but damn, they were just so perfect. They were both into 'mommy stuff,' and I'm into it too. The experience was so amazing! I love how mommy doms are usually more into soft domination, praise, words of affirmation, etc. That feeling when you're talking to her and she treats you like her baby, starts baby-talking to you, praises you a lot... aghhh, that's so perfect, don't you think? I love soft doms so much ♡ I should say that these experiences were online, but they were so fulfilling 😌

That's it! I just wanted to share my experience and opinion about mommy doms :3

The song is obviously about a D/s relationship and I can see arguments that it's switch coded, but for every "wrap your fingers round my neck" there's a "drooling like a dog, were you one of Pavlov's, on your knees begging for a taste" and I'll make you mine.

No experience with the artist aside from this song, but I found it and it gave me those vibes and kinda melted my brain when I heard it.

Edit, the title is "I like you best" by Ella Red, wrote it wrong earlier

It’s been a while since I was last close to her and most days I daydream about being in her presence again. I think about our first date and how nervous but excited I was, how pretty she looked and how lucky I felt.

Sitting on the couch next to her after a long day I was so tired, my eyelids sleepy but I didn’t want to take my eyes off her. The thumping heartbeat in my chest kept telling me to touch and hold and kiss her - she was so beautiful - but I was frankly a bit paralyzed,

I wanted to caress her and embrace her in her pretty slim black outfit, but It had been so long since I was physical honestly I was scared about making the wrong move. Maybe she caught on to that -

She moved to sit on top of my lap, her thighs straddling mine while wrapping her arms around my neck. The feeling of shock was quickly surpassed by comfort as she told me to close my eyes. I felt her lips gently kiss both of my eyes.. my forehead.. my lips, and the already present butterflies in my chest exploded

I leaned forward to hold her tight, wrapping my arms around her hips and laying my cheek against her chest. Warmth, Softness, Safety, I couldn’t express what I felt in her arms verbally but I almost wanted to cry.

She lifted my chin up and with my eyes still closed beckoned me with her hand to kiss her chest. “Sweet baby” she called me softly as I slowly kissed downward between her breasts, trying to hide the biggest smile

I couldn’t help but grip her hips, her thighs, I wanted more of her, and as I did her hips slowly began to move. Rocking back and forth slowly above me, teasing me - her hand moved down my chest between my legs as I moaned softly into her,

She pulled me out from underneath my underwear, pressing me against her panties as she continued to grind against me - her touch was intoxicating, I wanted so badly to be inside her or at the very least for her to never leave our embrace

With every movement back and forth I could feel her lips hugging me, teasing me, and our wetness mixing together in her panties. My mind was absent, I just wanted to stay underneath her will forever.

She looked down at me as her thrusts slowed, watching me breathe heavily into her chest. “Sweet baby, do you want to be inside me?” I couldn’t help but eagerly nod and blabber an approximation of “yes”. Mommy slowly stopped and moved off of me, leaned down to kiss me and said “next time”

A young woman was walking through the forest. She was clad in pelts and carried a small sling in her hand. She has been out in the woods for at least 3 hours by now, hoping to find and kill a large animal, as it would easily feed her family for the next week, though she would mostly find rabbits, but they still would make for good eating. She decided to stop for a bit of rest near some bushes next to a lake. In them she found some berries, and after making sure they are edible, she started eating them and pocketing some for later. It was then that she saw a group of swans flew down from the sky and landed in the lake.

Then the most unexpected thing happened - the swans started to shed their cloaks of feathers and assumed human forms. She watched hidden from behind the bushes and saw them playing in the water. Then she spotted someone on the edge of the group - a beautiful swan boy. He seemed to be of similar age to her, though a bit shorter. He had short brown hair, well-built chest and arms (which made sense to her later, since they would need a lot of upper body strength to fly) and an absolutely delicious butt. She stared at him for a long while, when every swanperson started putting on their cloaks and flew away. She returned from her hunt to her settlement, but she couldn't get that boy out of her mind. So she decided on a clever ruse.

After some time passed, she was walking near the lake again and waited in the bushes. When the strange swan people came down again, she quietly sneaked near their location and swiped the cloak belonging to her swan boy. When the rest of the flock started to fly away, he discovered in horror that his cloak is missing. After a moment of his panicked searching, the huntress walked out of the bushes.

- Hey there - she said

- Aah! - the boy yelled, falling over on the grass. - Who are you? What are you doing there?

- Are you looking for something? - she asked smugly

- Y-yeah, my cloak - he stuttered - How did you find me here?

- Well, I was watching you since you landed here

- W-w-what? - he replied sheepishly, just before his cheeks flushed red and he covered himself with his hands

- Well, you didn't seem to be enjoying yourself out there, so I wanted to meet you - she replied, giggling slightly.

- I mean, I was feeling a bit lonely, even with all the other swans - he responded somewhat melancholicly

- So why won't ytou come with me, try to live amongst humans for a bit? - she asked him

- Hmm... Maybe I'll give it a go - the boy decided - But I still want to find my feathers

- Oh, I actually have it here with me

- What! You thief! Give it back! - he yelled annoyed

Then a sudden noise startled both of them. A large, angry boar was staring at them, seemingly ready to charge. While the huntress knew how to manage wild animals, the swan boy did not, and he started running away, with boar chasing after him. She then picked up a rock from the ground, and she carefully slinged a rock directly into the boar's shoulder, who collapsed into the ground and decided to give off the chase. She later caught up to the swan boy, and he, being grateful for saving his life, decided to move in with her, eventually marrying our huntress.

Their life together was quite a happy one, but after a while she noticed her husband feeling down. She asked him about it, and he admitted to missing the times he soared above the forests and the plains, and he quietly longed for this life, while also not willing to leave his beloved wife. After a lot of brainstorming, they came up with a solution. Every six months, he will revert back to his swan form, and for a month he will live as one, spending the rest of the year with his wife. From then on, for half a year their love continued to prosper, and for that month she waited with longing for her beloved to return, with a nest built on top of their house, so that the beloved swan always had a safe place to rest.