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gendrie · 1 year

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@lesbiansintheimpala left these great tags on one of my posts a couple days ago:

i hope you dont mind that im about to hijack your theory a lil bit! but i havent been able to stop thinking about it. as im rereading braavos material im noticing the power of the braavos fleet which i think has got to play a role in twow. and once i considered that a lot of other pieces also started to fall into place

when arya arrives in braavos one of the very first things she learns is that the city has an impressive power at sea:

The shadow lifted, the pine-clad ridges fell away to either side, the winds dwindled, and they found themselves moving through a great lagoon. Ahead rose another sea mont, a knob of rock that pushed up from the water like a spiked fist, its stony battlements bristling with scorpions, spitfires, and trebuchets. "The Arsenal of Braavos," Denyo named it, as proud as if he'd built it. "They can build a war galley there in a day." Arya could see dozens of galleys tied up at quays and perched on launching slips. The painted prows of others poked from innumerable wooden sheds along the stony shores, like hounds in a kennel, lean and mean and hungry, waiting for a hunter's horn to call them forth. She tried to count them, but there were too many, and more docks and sheds and quays where the shoreline curved away. (Arya, AFFC)

which twoiaf supports so its not just a cabin boys boasting:

The youngest of the Nine Free Cities, Braavos is also the wealthiest, and in all likelihood the most powerful. Originally founded by escaped slaves, its humble beginnings were rooted in nothing more than a desire to be free. For a great part of its early history, its secret status made it of little consequence in the wider world. But in time it grew, eventually emerging as a power almost without rival.

Neither prince nor king commands in Braavos, where the rule belongs to the Sealord, chosen by the city's magisters and keyholders from amongst the citizenry by a process as convoluted as it is arcane. From his vast waterside palace, the Sealord commands a fleet of warships second to none and a mercantile fleet whose purple hulls and purple sails have become a common sight throughout the known world. (TWOIAF)

braavos is an all around powerful city. the iron bank and the faceless men are involved in numerous plots both political and magical throughout the series. theres also the sealord who ‘commands a fleet of warships second to none’! so its probably not a coincidence that the sealord election is emerging as a very important plot for arya. ive always been curious as to why? because it seems kinda random, but it might, ultimately, connect back to braavos’ fleet if thats where the sealords strength lies.

Look with your eyes, he had said. She saw: the knight in his pale armor head to foot, legs, throat, and hands sheathed in metal, eyes hidden behind his high white helm, and in his hand cruel steel. Against that: Syrio, in a leather vest, with a wooden sword in his hand. "Syrio, run," she screamed. "The first sword of Braavos does not run," he sang as Ser Meryn slashed at him. (Arya, AGOT)

since agot, arya has had a connection to the sealord (and braavos in general) via syrio. he died saving arya’s life. this could be her very powerful escort back to westeros, home, bringing syrio’s sacrifice full circle. theres a precedent for the sealord bestowing “grand” gifts too. and it might be that arya is in the company of her fellow northerners?

"I know why the Sealord seized the Goodheart. She was carrying slaves. Hundreds of slaves, women and children, roped together in her hold." Braavos had been founded by escaped slaves, and the slave trade was forbidden here. "I know where the slaves came from. They were wildlings from Westeros, from a place called Hardhome. An old ruined place, accursed." Old Nan had told her tales of Hardhome, back at Winterfell when she had still been Arya Stark. (Arya, ADWD)

because its also worth noting that the sealord seized a ship full of hardhome refugees, women and children, who were enslaved. arya has experienced a similar situation when she was taken captive in the riverlands. hardhome and harrenhal both have grim, haunted reputations. the wildlings are now seemingly stranded in essos - far from their home and the rest of their community in the north. again, not unlike arya. when relaying this information arya relates it directly to her past as arya stark.

"The Night's Watch will make for Hardhome. I ride to Winterfell alone, unless …" Jon paused. "… is there any man here who will come stand with me?" (Jon, ADWD)

the crisis at hardhome becomes a major issue for jon as lord commander too. jon planned to send the night’s watch to aid the stranded refugees while he marched on winterfell to rescue “arya” who is.....ironically, in braavos gathering intel on the hardhome crisis lol. among other things. this wouldnt be the first time arya got involved in night’s watch business either. arya herself traveled with yoren’s group posing as a recruit and took it upon herself to execute dareon for desertion. the wall was always the place arya wanted to reach the most.

Nymeria nipped eagerly at her hand as Arya untied her. She had yellow eyes. When they caught the sunlight, they gleamed like two golden coins. Arya had named her after the warrior queen of the Rhoyne, who had led her people across the narrow sea. (Arya, AGOT)

"Just so. Your father was oarmaster on a galley. When your mother died, he took you off to sea with him. Then he died as well, and his captain had no use for you, so he put you off the ship in Braavos. And what was the name of the ship?" "Nymeria," she said at once. (Arya, AFFC)

Higher on the Rhoyne, in Ny Sar, Princess Nymeria soon received the news of Garin's shattering defeat and the enslavement of the people of Chroyane and Sar Mell. The same fate awaited her own city, she saw. Accordingly, she gathered every ship that remained upon the Rhoyne, large or small, and filled them full of as many women and children as they could carry (for almost all the men of fighting age had marched with Garin, and died). (TWOIAF)

theres another big connection here and thats nymeria ny sar. the legendary warrior queen arya named her direwolf after. she commanded a fleet of ships to travel from essos to westeros with refugees fleeing the threat slavery before she settled in dorne and ruled for nearly 3 decades. arya's story has been driven by a desire to protect others, social connections, and a safe place to call home. her direwolf reflects this by amassing a giant pack in the riverlands too.

i really do not think grrm put the hardhome refugees in arya’s path for no reason. the fandom has a tendency to write braavos off as a meaningless side quest for arya to simply train (and then go kill some character), but the pieces are already set up for arya to become the heroine she’s always admired. all she has to do is go for it.

#asoiaf nonsense #arya stark #another shoutout to lesbiansintheimpala!#for the inspo #theres been a couple theory posts about arya and the hardhome refugees #but not since the old days of like 2014 #that ive seen #and they never gained much traction #but ive been puzzled by the sealord election in a big way #so when i read those tags and then her braavos chaps #it felt like things were clicking #anyway half baked idea but im excited and wanna know what others think

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th3sp4rr0w · 6 months

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Day Twenty

A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))

Prompts For Day Twenty Dehumanization/Stockholm Syndrome/Master and Servant

Alt. Prompt For Day Twenty Mutilation

Prompts Used for Day Twenty Dehumanization, Stockholm Syndrome, Mutilation

Tw's; Medical Experimentation, Torture, Injury, Blood

Chapter Twenty under the cut :)

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“Log 67 on subjects F and T. This is Agent A speaking.

“The round of experiments with temperature control, in which I gave the subjects dishes of varying temperatures, was a partial success. Subject F became significantly worse when exposed to heat, and when exposed to cold temperature dramatically improved. Subject T did improve when exposed to hot temperatures, however I believe them to be more intelligent than we initially believed.

“I do not believe they are sentient; I think the ghostly nature of them has taken that away. However, I do believe that the human bodies they inhabit are still somewhat functioning, including the little intelligence they have left. Subject T also brought up some good points.

“The experiments we conducted in which the full ghosts made food disappear without any trace despite not going to the bathroom at all could’ve been due to converting it into ectoplasm. I will propose redoing that experiment with a redirected focus to the department head. Subject T also informed me that, upon realizing how good it felt, they stuck their heads under warm and cold water, respectfully. I suspect that they also drank from the taps, however it did not confirm this.

“I still have not found the journals I gave them previously. I heavily suspect they have been using them; however, I still do not know where they’ve hidden them. I do not know how to ask without looking highly suspicious of them.

“My collaboration with Agent V has been going smoothly. The subjects are fearful of her. I have mentioned her here and there, and each time the subjects have shown themselves to be weary of her. Her role in the emotion experiments has been undoubtedly helpful.

“Agent J has been our control. I am unaware if they have been informed of this or not. They are not unnecessarily cruel to the subjects; they are not kind, either. The subjects do not show any sort of strong emotion when I’ve mentioned Agent J, so I am confident that their role has been fulfilled nicely.

“Today, we will begin setting up the conclusions for both experiments. I will be giving them cold treats before the bulk of it today, mostly to see how subject T will react since I was not able to test its tolerance to the cold the other day. I will find a reason to ‘accidentally’ hurt them and see how they react. Once I am done with that, I will be setting up more temperature experiments with Agent V, where she will force feed them their opposite temperature preferences. I will update the log once we are finished.

"Once again, this is Agent A speaking. This is the end of log 67.”

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She walked down the hall with a purpose, pulling out her keys as she did. She held the treats in her hand by their wrappers. The bored expression on her face morphed into a smile as she began to unlock the door to the room.

Subjects F and T. It was considered an honor to even be considered for being allowed to be a part of their experiments; to even be allowed to witness one. To be a keyholder for their door was a huge responsibility.

She walked into the room. The door shut with a final click.

The things looked up at her from their cot. One was pressed protectively against the other’s chest. She made sure to look perfectly pleasant as she greeted them; “Hi, Robin! Hi Phantom! How are you boys doing today?”

Subject T looked up at her. It had its mask on again; it had taken it off for a while when it was sick. She hated it when that thing put it on; it was harder to gage its emotions. “We’re doing pretty good,” it said. “How are you doing, Agent A?”

She smiled conspiratorially. “We were right,” she said in lieu of an answer, “The department head wants you to eat something cold just to prove the results,” she rolled her eyes to feign annoyance, “As if we didn’t give them enough evidence. But I’ve tried to make it fun!”

She held up some Batman-themed popsicles. She had to take them from her own freezer; for some reason, the stores ran out of them. She didn’t care about the attention to detail, but the Agent A they knew would. When these experiments were over, she swore she was never going to do this again.

She’d do it next time anyways. It was just in her nature.

Subject T snorted and Subject F perked up. “I used to love those when I was little!”

Subject T laughed a bit. “Batman only gets those when we’re on patrol. He thinks it’s his civic duty to thank them for making them to begin with,” he laughed.

She quirked her lip, landing a small giggle. “I could not imagine him eating one of these.”

“Believe it,” he said, amusement coloring his tone. “It’s so funny watching him bend down to take one of these from the clerk. We go to a local stand, she’s maybe 4’11? And she’s one of the only places that sells ice cream at the end of patrol time. Sometimes she stays open late for us.” He looked down at the cot, picking at the fabric. “She’s one of my favorite people ever. She called him a miserable furry once.”

Subject F made a loud, amused noise. She’d have to jot that down.

“She did what? She’s my third favorite hero now,” he said.

“Third? Who are the other two?”

“You and the psychologist.”

Agent A raised an eyebrow. “Psychologist?” She asked, handing the boys the treats.

“One of my teammates in Amity,” he explained. “The only other known hero is Red Huntress, but we each have teams. I don’t know who’s on Red’s, but I have three people; Psychologist, Black Dahlia, and Pharaoh.”

“Your names are so cool,” Subject T complained, tearing the wrapper off the treat, “We have Batman, Batgirl, Robin, and Nightwing. Two of those are just variations of the same thing!”

“How’d Nightwing get his name anyways?” Subject F asked as he also started tearing the wrapper off.

“He’s always been obsessed with Superman and one time eons ago Big Blue made the mistake of telling him some story about Nightwing and Flamebird. He got into a fight with the Bat when he was like 17 and went awol, moved to Bludhaven, started going by Nightwing and bang! There he is, terrorizing the bat where he can’t reach him.”

“Eons,” Subject F wheezed, “Nightwing is not that old, he’s only four years older than us!” he said. He started nibbling on a bat-ear, humming in surprise. “Wow! This is really good!”

“Really?” Subject T said, inspecting it. “I tried it once and I don’t remember it being that great.”

“It’s really good,” he insisted.

Subject T put his tongue to it. He winced, pulling away. “Ow!” he exclaimed.

“That hurt?” She asked.

“Yeah,” it said, sticking out his tongue a bit. “It’s like I drank my tea too fast and burnt it,” it explained.

She made sure to act as though she winced in sympathy. “I’m sorry, honey,” she said, doing the motions she might if it was her son in pain. She reminded herself that these things were not actual children.

If she got emotionally confused, she might end up without a job. At the Ghost Investigation Ward, they took emotionally compromised agents extremely seriously. She had kids; she had a husband. She needed to be level-headed here. She cursed these ghosts for taking this form; they knew what they were doing. She was certain of that.

She watched as it put its mouth on it again. It couldn’t hurt that bad if it was going for seconds.

“Are you alright?” She asked instead.

It winced again. “It burns. How much of this do I need to eat? In order for them to be satisfied?”

She made an apologetic face. “The whole thing,” she said.

Half would probably suffice. It was for other ghosts. She just wanted this thing to suffer for what it had done.

She watched it as it struggled through the popsicle. She tried not to let the vindictive grin she was sporting internally become external. She kept her face politely concerned, occasionally chiming in.

The other thing was reveling in the cold treat. When it was done it slung itself over the other’s shoulder. It looked at her when the other was about halfway done.

“Agent A? Could I finish his portion for him? We already have the results; would it really hurt if we just fudge the report a bit?”

She took a deep breath. She had to comply. That was what the Agent A they knew would do. She hated that thing for thinking of this; she could’ve quietly enjoyed this for another 15 minutes if it had just kept its mouth shut.

“Yes! What a good idea, honey!” She smiled. “I’m sorry I didn’t think of that sooner, Robin.”

It waved her off. “It’s okay, Agent A. They probably wanted pictures anyways I bet,” it said, looking at her.

She nodded and pulled out a camera. “They did,” she said. “You boys really are too smart for your own good,” she said.

She watched as Subject T handed Subject F the unfinished popsicle. It took it eagerly, tearing into it. Subject T scooted off the cot, going to stand by her. It opened its mouth.

She took pictures of the painful looking mouth. It was still stained from the popsicle, but you could tell the flesh itself was red and swollen. She took delight in it; knowing that, if this thing could feel discomfort and pain at least, that it was. This certainly couldn’t be comfortable at least.

She finished taking the pictures and looked over to the other thing. “And how do you feel, Phantom?”

“’s a bummer Rob’s in pain,” it said, licking some of the melted part that dripped down his hand, “But this is like. Wow. It’s like it’s fixing something in my chest,” it continued.

She made sure to laugh a bit.

“It’s a ‘bummer’ I’m in pain?” Subject T repeated, mock offended. “Wow. I know how you feel about me now. Thanks, man.”

They laughed. She made sure to laugh, too. It’d be bad if she suddenly stopped.

“I’ve got to go,” she said, getting up, “Be good! I think they want to do further testing,” she said. “I’m going to try to lead the experiment, but I’m not sure if they’re going to let me or not.”

They nodded. She left.

She made sure the locks were in place. She pressed her ear to the door.

“... don’t know how you could like these things,” Subject T said.

“They’re good? They’re cherry flavored!”

She heard a bright laugh.

“Dude, exactly. It’s cherry, not even grape or blue raspberry-”

She rolled her eyes and went away. She huffed. They rarely actually had conversations of value. If she hadn’t personally witnessed some of their rare moments of intelligent thought, she wouldn’t believe them capable.

She went to the medical area where agents J and V were preparing for the next bout of experiment on the creatures. She looked around at the various things they had dragged in; Bunsen burners and freezers, fridges and kettles. She smiled a bit. “You two have been busy,” she said.

Agent J looked at her. “You could’ve helped,” they muttered.

“I’ve conducting an experiment on the subjects,” she said, looking at her. “Besides, Bryce just lost his first tooth and Suzy’s sick. I’ve been busy with my family.”

Agent J huffed. “I’m well aware you have children,” they said. “That doesn’t mean you get to skip out on work.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Wait, back up,” Agent V interrupted. “Did you say Bryce lost his first tooth?”

She smiled fondly. It was softer than any of the smiles she’d ever given the things parading around as children. “Yes!”

She squealed, a smile on her face. “He’s getting so big!” She exclaimed, going around to hug her from the side. Agent J tried to hide a small smile of their own.

“I remember when you had the baby shower,” they said quietly.

She gave a smile of her own. “Yeah,” she said, tearing up. “I do too.”

“That was when the hubby tried to bake the reveal cake, right?”

She groaned, “Yes,” she said.

Agent J perked up. “Oh! That was the one that turned out-”

“Green!” They all said in unison, devolving into laughter.

Agent V looked at her. “How are you holding up, anyways? I know it must be hard interacting with those things day in and day out.”

She sighed. “It is hard, but it’s worth it. If we can find a way to recreate whatever it was that made them like that without harming any children? It’ll be worth it.”

“I think we need to start looking into ways to neutralize them if they go rogue,” Agent J stated. “Especially if we end up recreating them. Could you imagine the damage they could do if they got loose?”

Agent A shuddered. “I know,” she started messing with various cords, beginning to tidy them. “I think the blood blossom experiment was promising, but I want to study these two a bit more. I haven’t been able to plant the bug yet,” she said.

Agent V looked at her. “You mean you haven’t-”

“No! They check every time I leave, still!”

Agent J whistled. “You’re doing the emotional attachment experiment again?”

“Yes, otherwise I’d take myself off of this case,” she said.

“Ah,” Agent J hummed, “And here I was thinking you’d gone soft."

“Oh, please,” Agent A scoffed. “Me? Soft? When have you ever-”

“I know! That’s why I was confused! I was going to go to the board soon if you didn’t get your priorities straight! I’ve never known one of your emotional experiments to go on for this long.”

She rolled her eyes. “They’re so suspicious! All the time!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’ve barely been able to get a glimpse of them since I cut off that one’s hand,” Agent V rolled her eyes. “It’s not like it didn’t grow back.”

“Speaking of, have we tested how good of a hand it is? Does it function?”

“I suspect it has some sort of severe nerve damage,” Agent A stated, “But I haven’t been able to test the motor functions just yet. It keeps it close to its chest.”

Agent J scoffed. “Cute. Want to see if we can do that today?”

She hummed. “Maybe. We’ll see.”

Agent V snorted. “Maybe I should cut it off again if it’s defective and see if it grows a better one,” she joked.

Agent J huffed out a laugh. “No. We might’ve gone a bit too far with that one,” they admitted.

She let out an ugly laugh. “Didn’t you force the other one to watch?!”

Agent A laughed along with her. “You did what! And I thought you were the neutral party!”

Agent J adjusted their goggles. “Yeah, I uh, was not in the best mood. Betty and I got in an argument that morning,” they said.

“Um... excuse me?” A timid voice from the hall asked.

They turned to find one of the newer agents standing in the hall. They looked at each other. Agent J raised an eyebrow. “Can we help you?”

The agent squeaked. “Um, well, I was trying to text an update to my partner, but my phone isn’t working? I was wondering-”

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be bringing that to work,” Agent V said, moving towards him. “The ectoplasm around here renders most electronics useless within a couple of weeks, especially cellphones. Plus, we’ve had issues with ghost trackers and such in the past, so we developed tech that renders them more or less useless. Your phone will be fine a few hours after you get home,” she said, tapping it. “But from now on, don’t bring it, unless you really want the new model.”

She bent down and looked him in the eye. “Don’t they cover that during orientation?”

He shook his head. “They said something about blank spots and not using your phones around the ghosts, but they never said they shouldn’t be brought to work,” he said.

She hummed. “Yeah. Maybe leave it in the car next time? I’m sorry about the miscommunication, I’ll talk to my wife about giving the right information.”

He squeaked again. “I-I’m sure-”

“Shut it,” she said, looking down at him. “Don’t lie to my face next time. Scram.”

He did.

Agent A snorted. “V, you don’t have a wife,” she said.

Agent V looked at her, grinning. “He didn’t know that.”

Agent J huffed. “Stop traumatizing the interns. I think we’re ready to bring in the subjects, which one of you wants to get them?"

Agent A started making her way towards the door. “I’m going to take a break. Agent V, do you-”

“Yes!” She said, already walking out of the room.

Agent J sighed. “I suppose you’ll come in halfway through to play the ‘oh poor pitiful baby’ routine?”

She snorted. “Yeah. I can’t wait until I can be done with this. Those things are driving me nuts.

Agent J hummed. “You’d better go then. Have a nice break."

She smiled back. “Thanks. Have fun experimenting.”

They smirked. “Oh, you bet your ass I will.”

She laughed and left the room.

As she approached the break room, she caught some conversation. “... They were real skinny, too. Just a couple of kids, man. One tripped, and the agent walkin’ with them yelled at them, accused them of tryin’ something,” she heard. She slowed down, stopping by the door.

“Dude, I’ve seen them before. Once I saw them bringing them back to their room; they cut off one of their hands to see if it’d grow back.”

“Oh my god,” she heard another voice. “Should we report this?”

She rolled her eyes. She walked into the break room. “You three know that they’re ghosts, right?”

They looked up at her like deer caught in headlights. She sighed.

She hated having to explain things like this to the new guys, but having them still believe that ghosts, no matter what shape they took, could be sentient was dangerous. It left them vulnerable.

She pulled up a chair. Why was it always up to her to do other people’s jobs?

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The things huddled together as they walked down the halls. “Move, dogs,” she barked. They flinched.

She loved seeing these things squirm.

Ghosts took just about everything from her. Her eye. Her chance at love. Her career. The least she could do was return the favor, right?

She pushed one forwards, tripping it. The chain she’d put around its throat pulled on the collar, shocking it. She laughed a bit. “Can’t keep your balance, F? You really are fucking pathetic,’ she sneered.

She grabs them both by the hair and starts dragging them. It’s not like they could feel pain, right?

She didn’t let their tired eyes with the bags underneath fool her. She knew they were faking it. She saw it in the way they carried themselves; they weren’t afraid of anything. That was where she and Agent A disagreed.

Sure, they probably dread getting hurt because it means healing times. They probably do, to some degree, feel discomfort from the beatings. But they don’t feel beyond that. She knows they can’t; they’re ghosts. Ghosts don’t have feelings. They don’t feel pain. They can’t have intelligence or anything of the sort.

When they get to the room, she flings Subject F to the left and Subject T to the right. “On the cots, dogs,” she said.

Agent J raised an eyebrow at her. “Thank you for bringing them in, Agent V,” they said simply. “I trust you did not harm them?”

She rolled her eyes. “As much as these things can’t be harmed, yes,” she replied.

“Excellent. Grab the ice, please,” they said.

She grabbed the ice and brought it over to Subject T. “Eat,” she said, thrusting it into its hand.

It hissed a bit before doing as it was told. She grabbed it by the hair, “What was that?”

It looked up at her. The ice stuck to the inside of its cheek, making small ripping noises as it tried to move its mouth. “It hurts.”

She rolled her eyes. “How stupid do you think we are? We know you can’t feel pain,” she said.

Agent J added, “And if you could, it’s just ice. No need to be dramatic.

It looked down. “Yes, Agent J.”

She felt a jolt of anger run through her. She grabbed its hair again, yanking hard. “And?”

It swallowed frantically, “Yes-yes ma’am,” it choked out.

Agent J handed subject F a cup of hot but cooled to normal drinking level tea. “Drink,” they demanded. It followed the instruction.

She watched as Agent J took notes. The temperature experiments were never one of her favorites; this was the bulk of it right here, giving them something of a certain temperature and seeing how they reacted. She decided to make it more... interesting.

She grabbed the kettle, hauling it over to the sink and filling it up. She ignored the look that Agent J gave her as she brought it back to sit on its platform, waiting for it to begin to boil. She mostly watched as Agent J gave them things; Warm bread, cold puddings, seeing where the limits lay. She rolled her eyes.

Once it began to boil, she grinned. She picked it up and moved towards Subject T.

“Open your mouth,” she demanded.

It turned to her, eyes wide. “But-”

“Now,” she said, holding his jaw. He opened it and she forced his head back, pouring the boiling water directly into his throat.

Nothing happpened. It remained undamaged. Agent J stared at them.

“Interesting,” they mumbled. “Subject T. How do you feel?”

He looked at them. “... Fine?” he squeaked out. “Like I drank a cup of tea a little too fast?”

They hummed, marking it down. She looked at Subject F.

It tried to back up but she was quicker. She could tell the other one wanted to step in as she grabbed this one by the hair, forcing its head back. It opened its mouth, probably to scream as she poured the water down its throat.

It screamed. Blisters formed nearly immediately. She took out a camera and put down the kettle to take pictures of the things.

It cried as she did so. She rolled her eyes; when will these things learn?

The other one stared in shock. “Why would you do that?” It whispered.

“We needed to see how you two would react to boiling water,” she said simply. Agent J maintained their composure, but she could see they were slightly amused.

It got angry. “This isn’t an experiment! This is cruel! You have the data you need-”

“You don’t know what we have,” she said, turning to face it. It was starting to annoy her.

“I know you have enough! What more do you want from us? We’ve given you everything you’ve ever asked for and yet-”

“You hush!” She snapped. “Before I make you-”

“Agent V,” Agent J reprimanded. “Just punish it and be done.”

She smirked. They didn’t have any suture kits; they didn’t need them today, unfortunately; but she did have her knife on her. “With pleasure,” she said, stalking towards it.

It also tried to back up but she caught it by the hair, “What? You want to scream at me when you think you can get away with it but the moment you face repercussions for your actions, you try to run?” she sneered. Who did this thing think it was?

“I’m not sorry,” it grit out. “You’re all evil, you’re not scientists-”

She slapped it. “You shut up, before you make this worse for yourself,” she hissed. The other thing was still crying in pain. She smiled.

“You know what? How about I split your punishment for that,” she said.

Its eyes widened. “No,” it said softly.

“Oh, yes,” she said as it protested more, “Shut up before I do something much worse,” she said as she yanked its shirt up. “You’re lucky I haven’t already decided on a much worse punishment,” she said.

“You belong to me,” she continued, pressing her knife into its back. “You both do. Don’t forget it again,” she said, drawing her blade down its back. She picked it up, going to the other side.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t try that now,” she hissed. “You’ve already made your position clear,” she drew the blade down again, connecting the points at the bottom. “This is your reminder that things could be much, much worse. You’re lucky I’m not getting the blood blossoms out to dress your wounds,” she said, leaning in close. “And you’d better watch every second of me doing this to the other one,” she said, getting in its face.

“Please, he didn’t do anything-”

“That’s the point, dog,” she said. “You did. This is all you. This entire punishment is your fault,” she said, waving the knife in front of its face. “This is called ‘consequences’. Don’t fucking forget it again,” she said, grabbing the other one and flipping it over.

She dragged it out more than she had the first time, watching the blood curl and pool around the knife as she dragged it down. She admired her work.

Marking them with the ‘V’ might be overkill, but what else was she supposed to do?

It’s not like these things were anything more than a bag of ectoplasm. They weren’t real; they pretty much amounted to objects. Not even pets.

They were just things that only knew destruction. They didn’t know what it was like to truly fear something, to love. She didn’t feel bad for it.

These things were willing to take any sign of weakness and exploit it. It saw sympathy as something to leverage. It didn’t know that a human being, a real human being was fragile.

She felt bad for the children that had to die so it could play its sick game. Maybe she could make the body a non-viable option and save the kid trapped in it.

She sighed. No. Agent A already determined the kids were gone; only the ghosts were left. She could mourn for them on her own time. Right now, she had to deal with the things parading around their corpses.

She grabbed some gloves, putting them securely on her hands. Agent J watched her as she picked up the tongs, using them to pick up the dry ice they had laid out for the subjects.

She pressed it against subject T’s chest. It screamed, trying to squirm. “Stop,” she hissed, digging her nails in it. “If you don’t, I’ll get more boiling water for Subject F,” she threatened.

It still whimpered and cried, but it stopped squirming as harshly. It’d have to do. She was already getting bored again watching it happen.

For the sake of the experiment, she grabbed another piece of dry ice and placed it on the other twin, who looked at it curiously. It tried to speak but nothing except garbled sounds came out. She knew what it was trying to ask; she did not care for it. She turned away.

“I’m going to the vending machine,” she called over her shoulder. “Want anything?”

“No,” Agent J called back.

She strolled out of the room. As she walked down the halls, she passed Agent A. She raised an eyebrow.

Well, guess she didn’t need to go back. She rerouted.

Might as well take her break now, right? She wasn’t going to be needed again anytime soon.

She laughed to herself. She couldn’t wait to get the green light to destabilize those things.

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They were always stuck with the cleanup.

When Agent A stormed in to make a big stink, they had to remind themselves that it was just part of their experiment. They weren’t exactly sure why they had decided to do it again, but they had. Everyone else was paying for it, though.

They mopped up the blood first. Sticky and red and so unsanitary. If Agent V had ever come back from the ‘vending machine’, they’d be making her do this. Unbelievable. They didn’t even make this mess!

They rolled their eyes. They mopped the floor, finding water from the boiling water. They cleaned up the discarded medical supplies Agent A used to dress the wounds left behind on the subjects.

Why had they gone into this position again? It’s not like they needed the money. They had plenty; they could retire now and be set for life, even with inflation. Hell, they could move to another country and still not have to work another day in their natural-born life.

They sighed. They really should consider a career switch. It’s not like they hadn’t before, but these new subjects were just...

They weren’t kids. That’s what they kept telling themselves; even with all the things they hear them reference when they think they aren’t listening, and the slang they use, and their tiny faces still full of baby fat, they aren’t kids. They’re things parading around in a kid’s corpse; they tried to find it somewhere in them to be angry about it. To get upset and rage.

They couldn’t. It was like everything had been sapped out of them when it came to those two. They had caught themselves almost referring to them by their names before.

Daniel James Fenton and Jason Peter Todd. They’d found the first one fairly easily, and the second only shortly after. They figured Bruce Wayne did something to make him this way, but they still couldn’t figure out what or how to reverse it. They were fairly sure that Jason hadn’t actually been Robin, so they didn’t consider magic or anything of the sort just yet.

Whatever it was, they were angry. Billionaires thought they could do just anything they wanted and get away with it. That child was dead because of his negligence; he had something parading around his body. They felt for him.

But the thing was not Jason Peter Todd. It was Subject T. It was something to be disdained and hated, not pitied. They could mourn for Jason at a later date. Right now, they had to deal with the thing wearing his face.

They sat down heavily. They looked at the room, still messy and unkempt. They shook their head.

They still couldn’t believe the ‘queen’ insisted on them seeing if they could recreate this. As if seeing the children that were affected by these things wasn’t enough to shut down the project. It would be one thing if they were studying them to prevent it from happening again; it shouldn’t happen again; but specifically, to replicate this? This was wrong. This shouldn’t be happening.

But, then again, it could be nice to have half-human hybrids to send into the zone to destroy it. The Fenton's already had prototypes of portable portals; they were just putting on the finishing touches. If they could have someone that was safe in the zone go in and do what they need to, and come out unscathed? They’d have to destabilize them afterwards, of course, but it could be revolutionary for the cause.

That didn’t mean they didn’t think this was heinous. This was still massively messed up and they wished it didn’t have to happen at all.

Children shouldn’t have to die because of the adults around them. The negligence involved was incredibly heartbreaking. They hoped the ward could see that. They wanted better for the children involved here.

They sighed, looking over their notes. They added some. They looked over the pictures, of the way the dry ice had bonded to Subject T’s skin and the boils involved with Subject F’s experience. Though, they had to admit, Agent A had a brilliant idea when they suggested they put the dry ice on Subject F’s boiling wounds and boiling water on Subject T’s dry ice situation. It had shown some promising results; they had almost been healed when they walked out today. It truly was remarkable.

They still hadn’t figured out what made some subjects so sensitive to certain temperatures. They’d been trying for years but couldn’t figure it out. They paused.

Different ghosts had different powers, right? They knew they also didn’t have organs like humans did, but the hybrids had to be different. So, what made the powers come into play?

They rushed over to the various machines. They wondered if they could scan these ones, because of the human nature of them. MRI’s, CAT’s, PET’s. Everything. They might even do an echo exam just to see how the heart worked; they would have to have one if they still had the human body, right?

They furiously wrote. If they could figure out what produced the ectoplasm, what caused the ghost to take form, they could prevent it from happening and potentially stop the epidemic at the source. If they could do that, they could get rid of the monsters as a whole.

They grinned. This was brilliant. If they could do this, then they could prevent more people from having to become hybrids with the monsters! If they could do that, then they could euthanize the ones they currently had and finally put the children to rest. They smiled softly.

They wondered who they were in life. What their passions were. What they’d been like. Did they play sports? Did they read? Were they into video games? This was the sort of thing they’d wondered about all the ghosts that came in. They hated seeing people become monsters, tied to obsessions they couldn’t control. It was painfully familiar to watching their mom in her final days. She’d been beautiful; now, she was in the ground too soon. They pushed the thought out of their heads.

They just had to finish this. They had to finish this, then they could focus on other endeavors.

The head was a busy woman and didn’t have time to waste going over experiment requests that were half formed.

If they could do the scans and tests, then they could see how the hybrids worked compared to humans. Any abnormalities they saw, they could attribute to the ghosts. Since they couldn’t scan ghosts, this would be the way to get the information they previously could not receive.

From there, they could figure out what made the ghost a ghost. Brain activity, heart rates, even the way the organs were positioned and functioned. From there, they could see what made the ghosts destabilize to begin with!

They’d already determined that eating blood blossoms didn’t prevent a ghost from forming, but if they knew how they worked when they were already formed, they could prevent that in regular people, and they’d never form. They could add ingredients to food and in the water supply, or force people to take medications. This could work!

Any ethical concerns that cropped up could be easily quelled. This was more important. Once the public learned that ghosts were willing to kill your kids to get access to human bodies, they’d understand. Ghosts would do anything to mess with humanity and they’d gone unchecked for far too long. They knew there’d be pushbacks, but they were the heroes here! They could even go to the Justice League one day if this got big enough, get them on their side! A ghost would never be able to do this again. They’d be able to save any future kids from this fate. They smiled as they finished writing the proposal, running towards the head’s office. This couldn’t wait; it was too important.

Children’s lives were on the line.

#dp x dc #ailesswhumptober2023 #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc robin #robin #batman #ai less whumptober day twenty #kite flies over the nightingale nest

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simonthechaste · 2 years

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Satanist or atheist for me, please.

Not only do they seem the most cruel, it would also fit with my own beliefs. Because the way I see it, satanists don't believe in personified good and evil, but rather the hedonistic life force that's inside each and every one of us.

I also started wondering what would a Lutheran keyholder or a Mistress be like. Let's see.

Punishes you only when necessary, since she doesn't want to damage her property or affect its usefulness. Isn't super into chastity or keyholding, but is open to exploring the benefits it creates.

Believes 100% in equality and everyone doing their own share, including paying for their own meals when going out. Believes romance shouldn't have anything to do with money.

Hard core intersectional feminist, believes in LGBTQ+ rights, is politically liberal and thinks social issues are more important than economic growth. Expects you to be the same.

Requires you to do 50% of the household work and taking care of the children. Works outside house and has her own career, and expects you to have one as well.

Naturally dominant when compared to role of a woman in other cultures, but requires her spouse or a slave to have a backbone as well, and do the male chores around the house.

Understand the purpose of porn, but finds the treatment of women in most of it problematic. The way to keep her happy is to limit your viewing to femdom and lesbian porn.

Has an active social life outside the house and requires you to be okay about it. This may or may not include sex, but she finds terms like bulls and racial stereotypes equally problematic.

Is tolerant when it comes to religions and doesn't require you to change yours, because she herself to the church more out of habit. As long as you don't make a number out of your faith, that is.

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theanondomme · 2 years

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About me...

Hello, I’m Flo* although for the purposes of anonymity that’s not my real name. I am an agency nurse and I have been living in London with my pathology consultant and (perhaps more perhaps more relevant to this post) newly – submissive chaste boyfriend Mitch* for the past five years since graduating university.

Having gradually eased Mitch into this dynamic, from edging him for a stronger orgasm and now tormenting him as his keyholder, I am inclined to share my experiences as an #AnonDomme.

My intention is for this page to become an open space for dominants and subs to share tips, anecdotes and general feelings regarding their sub / dom dynamic.

So keep an eye on this page, as I document our journey and the cruel & creative trials and tribulations I put Mitch through for my gain and his suffering ;)

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femdomliterature · 5 months

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FemLit 0550 - 50 Ways To Humiliate Him...

FOOT WORSHIP. Shove your feet up close the webcam, or place it on the floor for a worm’s eye view, and then make him demonstrate how he would kiss your feet, lick them and suck your toes.

ASS WORSHIP. Turn around, bend over and make him demonstrate how he would kiss your ass and worship it. One of the most powerful forms of humiliation, you should make him plant kisses on each cheek, wiggle them and slap them gently. Grabbing your ass cheeks and jiggling them in his face with his nose buried in your backside is also a good idea.

CFNM – Making him stay naked while you are clothed is femdom webcam 101. Clothed female, naked male is always required and being nude in front of a cruel Mistress will make him humble and more subservient. Don’t let him cover his privates to add to his humiliation.

SPH. The best way to hurt any man is to ridicule his dick size. All men want to have a big cock to pleasure a woman so insult him about how small it is. Really lay it on him and be as brutal as you can. Make him measure it against baby carrots or match boxes and laugh and point at it. Be sure to tell him no woman want dicks as small as his.

FORCED FEMINISATION. Make him dress as a woman. Who cares how humiliating it is for him. Dress him in stockings, suspenders, panties, frilly dress and wig with full make up.

ANAL TRAINING. Make him insert dildos, vibrators or cucumbers up his ass. Make him stretch that fuck hole to the max for you. Train him to receive cocks for you so you can pimp him out.

PUBLIC HUMILIATION. Make him go out in public dressed as a woman, or wearing just panties or make him walk around the house naked.

CHASTITY. Become his online chastity keyholder and lock his cock away in a plastic cage and cut off all his sexual relief. Make him beg, plead and grovel to be allowed to cum. Then deny him any way and laugh at him as his face drops in a crestfallen look.

ADULT BABY. Make him wear a diaper and maybe a baby bonnet. Have him suck on a pacifier. Make him go number 1 or number 2 in his diaper and then sit in it. Talk to him in baby speak and make him respond in kind.

SPEECH DEPRIVATION. Forbid him from speaking. Don’t let him utter one word and instead make him grunt. For added humiliation, have him carry a squeaky dog toy and squeak once for yes and twice for no.

ORGASM DENIAL. Make him wank and edge over and over but don’t let him cum. Make him stop just at the edge and watch him crumble in tears and beg and plead to be allowed to orgasm. Keep him like this for as long as you like.

COLLAR HIM. Make him wear a leather slave collar and snap a padlock on it. Make him feel owned and be sure to point it out to him. For added humiliation, make him wear a pink one!

PIMP HIM OUT. Make him submit an online profile to be pimped out to horny guys as a cheap fuck or a slutty mouth to suck off random strangers.

BOOT WORSHIP. Make him show you how he would lick every inch of your leather thigh high boots. Tell you how beautiful they are and how much he adores them.

CBT. Any mans most treasured possession is his junk so making a male slave abuse them on a cock and ball torture webcam session is a humiliating experience. Slapping them, punching them or clipping clothe pegs to them.

WRITE ON HIMSELF. Have him write humiliating slogans on his body in lipstick or marker pen. Things like “small cock loser” “Cum slut” or “I am a sissy faggot”

BLACKMAIL. Make him take embarrassing pictures and then threaten to show them to the world by posting them online.

FINANCIAL DOMINATION. Make him give you access to all his money and leave him nothing to live on for himself. He will need to survive on basic foods with precious little for heat or electric.

SING. Make him stand and sing to you. This is even more humiliating if the song has actions.

TAN LINES. Make him wear a bra and then sunbathe all day. The outline of the bra will be extremely humiliating for him to have so be sure to constantly point it out during your femdom webcams session. He will also find it humiliating trying to change at the gym.

FEMALE CLOTHES. Make him wear a female blouse to the office or a pair of panties or a thong that constantly rides over his trousers. Have him take pictures of him at work to show you. All of his colleague’s will laugh at him. Hilarious for you!

SPLOSH. Make him pour cold custard, cream or milk over himself or have him splash pies and cakes into his body and crush them till he is covered in food. Then make him eat it all up.

FORCED BI. Force him to watch gay porn and tell you how much he wants to suck their cocks or have them fuck him. Make him be on his knees and worship their male bodies and how he wants to take their spunk down his throat.

BODY COMPARISON. Show him pictures of muscle bound hunks with tans and rippling biceps and then make him comment on his own flabby, balding, sweaty pasty physique.

SENSORY DEPRIVATION. Make him plug his ears so he is deaf and then shout and insult him and he won’t have a clue what you are saying about him or have him wear a blindfold and then do things to leave him wondering what you are up to. It is especially humiliating if you make him listen to you masturbate and orgasm while he can’t see and/or hear you.

FORCED FOOD EATING. Make him pour dog food into a bowl and then eat it from the floor. Or custard and spit. Any disgusting combos you can think of are humiliating for your sub to consume so be creative. For added humiliation, make him beg to eat it and then thank you afterwards.

DROOLING. Make him attach a clothes peg to his tongue and then talk to you till he is drooling all over himself. Then make him talk some more.

MOUTH SOAPING. A good one for slaves who answer back. Make him place a bar of soap in his mouth and hold it. Within minutes the taste will make him screw his face up. Make him hold it for 20 minutes. For added effect, make him rub the soap along his tongue or against his teeth.

BODY FOOD EATING. Have him smear peanut butter or mayonnaise all over his ass and his balls. Then make him smudge it in and then scoop it off and eat it. Laugh at him as he gags.

DOUBLE DOMINATION. Have another strict dominatrix enter your session and you can both laugh at him and make him perform for you. Give him contradicting commands that are impossible to please both of you. Having two beautiful women laugh and humiliate him is extremely degrading.

TOILET CLEANING. Make him lick the toilet with his tongue or use his toothbrush to scrub it spot less.

TOILET PERMISSION. Make him ask you for permission to use the bathroom. Have him text or enter your private bdsm cams online room and beg for permission to go pee.

PUPPY PLAY. Make him stay on all fours and act like a dog. Make him yelp or bark but never speak. Have him throw a toy then fetch it and beg for food. Make him roll over on his back for a tummy tickle.

BUTT PLUG. Make him wear a plug up his ass at all times. Make him stand up and laugh at him as he gingerly tries to sit down.

BUTT PLUG SUCKING. After the plug has been up his ass for a while, make him suck on it and lick it clean.

SUPERVISED MASTURBATION. Make him kneel in front of you and jerk off. Lean in close and insult him about his cock size and how pathetic he is. Call him a wanker and how disgusting he looks. Laugh as he can’t perform or if he gets soft.

CUM EATING INSTRUCTIONS. Have him ejaculate and then lick up all his mess. His hand, a plate or whatever. Or make him do it over a meal and then eat it all up.

CORNER TIME. Force him to stand with his nose pressed in the corner. Make him stand there for ages and ignore him. Especially effective if he has just been spanked and his cheeks are burning.

HEAD SHAVING. Get him to shave his head completely bald. Have him totally shave off ALL his head hair till it totally bare. Then laugh at him and point out how stupid and ridiculous he looks.

TEMPORARY TATTOOS. Have your male slave get a tattoo with your name on it or that you belong to him. Or even just something humiliating like “cock lover”.

SISSY PANTIES ONLY. Get him to burn all his male underwear and jockeys and make him only wear women’s underwear. The sluttier the better!

SIT DOWN PEEING. Make him sit down to pee at all times. Never allow him to stand up. This is a very humiliating experience for a male, to be made to pee like a woman.

FORCED ORGASM. The opposite of orgasm denial, when he has cum, make him keep wanking. Don’t let him stop and make him get hard again straight away and cum again. Repeat till he is crying and begging to be allowed to stop.

DILDO ONLY ORGASM. Don’t let him touch his dick. Instead, make him shove a dildo up his ass and massage his own prostate till he ejaculates.

RUINED ORGASM. Don’t let him cum properly. Make him get to the point of no return and then take his hand off as he begins to spurt. You will be laughing as his face drops while his orgasm slips away without him getting any satisfaction.

WATCHED ORGASM. Deny him the right to touch himself and instead make him sit on his hands and watch as you enjoy a nice, long wank yourself. Make him sit the whole time till you cum loudly.

#femlit #female led relationship

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themodernmarriage · 2 years

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Teasing in T&D or Chastity Play!

A girl doesn’t feel like playing all the time and chastity gets sort of ruined if you let him out every time you don’t feel very frisky. On the other side of the spectrum, simply ignoring him while in chastity is actually the most cruel, effective punishment for a locked man who is not behaving or who is constantly breaking your rules.

So what do you do to get through the dead spots (for me it’s mostly if I’m really tired, stressed or busy) without being neglectful? After three or so years of playing this game with my wonderful husband, I’ve observed the following about the two of us and extrapolated it to apply to everyone since everyone else is exactly like us, I’m sure.

Part of the magic of chastity play is that the male, who usually has the higher sex drive, is “playing” 24/7. He’s eating, sleeping, going to work, everything really with his penis locked up. Any stray sexual thought quickly reminds him about the game he’s playing. His keyholder probably has a lower libido but that’s okay because she just has to give him the occasional nudge to keep him at a full simmer. A little bit of attention on the days when you just don’t feel very playful will keep him happy and from feeling neglected until you’re a little more enthusiastic and ready to turn the heat up to a full boil.

Here are some of my tips for low maintenance chastity play. I try to make sure I do some combination of these every day when the nub is locked up. They take hardly any time, and I know they make him feel loved. They’re little things that get magnified in his mind by the cage.

Fondle his balls every day. Ideally once in the morning and once at night. No matter how busy or tired I am, I can always find two minutes in bed to do this. I don’t even have to remove the CB. Our sleep schedules are a little different. He's a night owl and I’m a morning person, but that doesn’t stop us. When I’m going to bed I just whisper in his ear that I want to see him in the bedroom. He never says no! I fondle his poor trapped balls for a few minutes (two to five is plenty) and then say good night. He can go back to his computer after that. If I feel like kissing a bit, I can do that, but if I don’t I just tell him to lie there and keep still while I “play with my nub” I wake up before he does in the mornings too. But he never seems to mind if I wake him up by playing with his balls! Again, just a few minutes. Enough to get a groan or two out of him and then I go take my shower or get my breakfast.

Remind him of his situation. Of course he already knows he’s locked up and you have the key, but reminding him lets him know you’re thinking about him. You haven’t forgotten about him, you’re just waiting for the right time to make use of him. I’ll walk by him in the kitchen, give him a quick squeeze in front and ask “how is my nub doing? Still all locked up?” Or I might just say “being a keyholder is fun.” Or “Aren’t you lucky to have such a fabulous keyholder?” I’ve noticed that the more out-of-the-blue the comment is the bigger the impact it has on him. If he’s not really thinking about sex or expecting me to be thinking about it, mentioning his chastity jolts his libido into high gear.

Take possession of his (your!) nub. Get in the habit of referring to his cock and balls as yours. Kiss him and ask “how is my nub doing down there?” Or while sitting on the couch fast forwarding through a commercial with your Tivo, casually ask him “Are you taking good care of my nub darling? One of these days I’m sure I’ll want to play with it.” If you get in this habit, then just a few words here and there add to his excitement and keep him happy and horny.

Turn routine requests into chastity play - for example talk about it in terms of 'points' . Instead of asking him to pick up a gallon of milk on his way home, text him “Your keyholder wants to you pick up a gallon of milk on the way home.” Or say “a neck rub would earn you some much needed nub points.” Creating the fantasy that you are holding his release hostage to your whims is pretty powerful. Keep it fantasy and don’t abuse it (very much). Back rubs and foot rubs are nice even when I don’t feel very amorous, but they’re still physical things and he really likes it when I tie them to his chastity.

Take chastity seriously. Don’t leave the key laying around or act like it’s no big deal if he gets out before you’re ready to release him. Do surprise “inspections” to make sure he’s still locked up. Ask him if he’s tried to get out, or tried to get at the key without permission. Use a no-nonsense manner to let him know it’s important to you that he only get out of his chastity device when you want him out. Every once in a while mention you’d someday like to get a more secure device. That keeps him from starting to doubt your commitment to the game when you haven’t seriously teased him for a while. Remember that’s he’s committed 24/7. The whole idea is he can’t check out of the game until you let him, so reminding him that you’re still in it helps.

Muse about the length of his lockup. Sometimes I’ll tell him that I’ve decided to let him out the next weekend, then the next night tell him I’ve changed my mind and I don’t know when I’ll let him out. Sometimes I’ll tell him I’ve been wondering how long I should leave him locked up and just leave it at that. Tell him how you are noticing the benefits. No further information, just that I was thinking about it. I’ll ask him if he thinks he could go six months, or a year. If he asks if I’m planning to keep him locked up that long, I’ll just shrug and say “maybe.” It’s another verbal tease that takes very little energy from me but amps him up.

None of those things take much time or energy from me. They’re easy to do on days when I’m stressed or tired or just not feeling very sexual. And they keep him feeling loved and cared for. I’ve really gotten into the habit of doing them. So much that I usually keep doing them even when he isn’t locked up. That’s not really a problem, but if he wakes up to my hand on his balls and he’s not locked up, I’m not getting out of bed without finishing what I started! Of course that just makes his lockups even more delightful for both of us.

More Teasing Ideas

The big changes that you must make in yourself to make a chastity relationship work is to commit to frequently teasing him, like you no doubt did when you first dated, and to having much more frequent sex yourself.

Teasing does not need to be a time-consuming activity. There are almost an infinite number of ways that you can tease him, both physically and verbally. Every woman needs to develop her own style. You can keep things fresh by continuing to experiment. It may seem like a lot of work sometimes, but he will shower you with attention. The hardest thing will be getting that much attention again.

There are some basic teasing ideas in the 101 article above. Find more low maintenance examples for how you can tease him here:

Be physical, give him lots of kisses and hugs throughout the day. Grab his crotch.

Ask him to give you a full-body massage.

You can wear sexy clothes around him, for example miniskirts, yoga pants or whatever clothes he really likes. When you’re home you can walk around just in your underwear – I promise you he won’t be able to take his eyes off you!

Conversation takes very little energy and allows you to increase his arousal without having to do anything. Telling him what you like about his predicament, letting him know how much you appreciate what he has done to become a better spouse, partner, friend, and lover. Let him know how his being chaste turns you on, if seeing him struggle to get erect entertains you let him know. Maybe you find his penis cuter when it’s all small and locked, or you enjoy his not being able to touch himself, whatever it is communicate it. You should also not forget that all those things that used to drive you crazy like porn and ogling young girls can now be used against him. There is nothing like knowing that the chastity tube is really biting as his favourite eye candy passes by. The beauty of a good chastity device is that not only does it prevent him from getting an erection and masturbating but that the device is always working for you, and you should let him know how happy it makes you.

You can tease him about his lock-up time, for example you could say things such as “it’s so hot that you can’t touch your penis, I don’t think I will ever let you masturbate again”, “your penis looks so sexy when it’s locked, I think I’ll keep it like that for a bit longer”, “these balls don’t look full enough yet, let’s wait a bit more” – and then when you finally let him ejaculate you can follow up with “oh not much came out, I think next time you need to wait longer”. Remind him that he’d better be good if he wants to be unlocked.

Play around with his locked genitals whenever you get the chance. For example, when he sits next to you, simply squeeze or slap his balls. When locked, he will want his balls 'slapped', not'stroked'. Use a flat hand and start slowly, building up intensity. Even better, use a bonger (massage ball with handle) or riding crop. Tell him at the start you want to reach 100. This is great teasing play because it takes a couple of minutes max and then you can say goodnight!

Or you could give him a very frustrating “blowjob” with the chastity device still attached – teasing him orally while locked will drive him crazy like nothing else.

Pinch / twist his nipples. Men’s nipples are almost 5x more sensitive than female nipples. With his cock locked, his nipples will heighten in sensitivity further. You may have even noticed they stiffen or harden more quickly or for longer than usual. Play with them by using nipple clamps, clothespins or even just by pinching and squeezing. Be careful, some locked males have been known to cum from just nipple play alone!

Give a man an orgasm and he’ll forget it in a moment – deny him the same orgasm and he’ll never stop thinking about it. You can unlock him and allow him to masturbate or give him a handjob – however, at any point (especially effective just before he is about to finish), you can “change your mind”. Kindly tell him “let’s save it for later” or “that’s all for now”. You may find that you have to ice down his penis to get back in the tube!

Tell him to go down on you while he is locked in his chastity device.

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