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redvelvetsource · 7 months
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(SCAN) 슬기 웬디 GOT the beat - Step Back / SEULGI
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gynarchyboi · 6 months
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"(182) While we are Florida, my sub, Butler has only been allowed one release every Saturday after his discipline session. I think that is customary in the S&M world for a slave to release after his whipping should he be allowed to do so................. Last Saturday, just to keep things interesting I made him release BEFORE I whipped him. Later, after his discipline, he begged me not to do it that way again. He said my crop hurt twice as much. I understood. Before an orgasm, a male has so many powerful endorphins surging through his body that the crop doesn't hurt nearly so badly. However, after an orgasm, a male is weak and defenseless..................... The more he begged the more interested I became in using the crop on him after his release. He pleaded with me to pity him. My body responded to his piteous requests in the usual manner- by soaking my panti................... Yeah, I'm like that. Be careful about the kind of woman for whom you dream. She might appear.........Get my movie made!" Ms Lane
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12loona · 2 years
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[SNS] 221003 | chuuo3o Instagram update - Chuu 🐧
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mtb-girlies · 1 year
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THE THINGS THIS WOMAN CAN DO TO ME
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egoistshye · 2 years
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[Queen's Commentary] '이달의 소녀' - Butterfly | ♡
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subbwoofer · 1 year
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Yang Mi Weibo Night ✨
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itomnm · 2 years
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karlamorrigan · 1 year
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Life is good.
I'm alive.
I'm happy.
I'm stable.
But my mind doesn't believe it. And so it's putting me through this bullshit constant state of fight or flight. No matter that I left and survived.
It couldn't have been that easy, it tells me. Something will be coming for you. This happiness came too easy, and you'll never be allowed to get away with it.
So I walk down the street, my key held tight in a fist, key teeth sticking out between my clenched fingers. Waiting, watching, listening for any sign of danger. Waiting, sometimes--most times--hoping, for someone to do just one thing out of order to hail down on them. Hiding the lanyard of my work badge deep within my backpack because I can't afford giving someone an invitation to try to choke me. And always wearing clothes that allow for mobility, and thick boots to reinforce proper kickback.
That's not normal.
And people here, they would look. They would all turn and stalk with their eyes until I can feel their gaze searing through my skin. Until I want to run, run, run and gouge out their eyes from their sockets. And then there is some people who would look, then rush to drive right beside me. Window rolls down, I block out the words, and just try my best to ignore everything and not start swinging. Always careful not to pick a fight, always conscious to the fact that while I may have impeccable survival instincts, I'm limited. I'm small, and weak, and these are men. And no amount of work I can do with my current abilities can guarantee me a level up.
I'm tired of being weak. I'm so, so sick and tired of being a woman in a place like this. Tired of being looked at like a piece of meat, regardless how modest I was dressed. Unless I go back to covering up every inch of my body, and maybe stop walking in the street altogether, this will keep happening.
I am angry, and helpless, and sad, and at the same time proud for being different enough to set off the norms.
Life is hard, but as a female life is near impossible. More so in a society like mine. Everyone has a claim on who you are or how you are or what you choose to wear or how you choose to wear it. And should you choose to be like me, and godforbid you do that, you can count on the idea that someone, somewhere will be so self-righteous to the point where the aforementioned territorialism shifts from being a look to being outright assault. How can I rest? How can I just relax when I am a woman? How can I stop the anticipation of harm? I'm used to it, but I never wanna go through it again. I'm done being violated.
The thought of being done with violation makes me hold my ground, and with every single time a man feasts on the sight my skin or my hips or my waist or my chest, with every time a man finds it acceptable--wholly on his own terms and not one thought of mine--to force a conversation, or in some cases, ask if I may be open for coveted violation, or if not, maybe he "could make it worth my time and pay me" I rage. To others, this rage is unjustified. Why would I rage, and how could I? Nothing has ever happened, and if it did, it's probably my fault. It's in their eyes, at their throats, and in some outrageous cases, tumbling down their tongues dismissively.
People only pretend when it comes to women and their freedom of self. Whether it's freedom of speech, or freedom of self-expression through how they present their physical forms to the world. They would talk about how much they respect and value us, then call us emotional and prone to fatal outbursts. But it's rarely the women who commit the crimes, it's rarely the women who violate their partners and their children. Never on their own, at least, never without societal or cultural pressure to maintain the image of a celibate lady who values honor above all else.
But truly, what is honor? What are values?
Is it a waltz of denial of oneself and dismissal of one's emotions and desires and dreams and rights? Is it all because of an X chromosome? Or is it more than that? Is the embodiment of honor really nothing more than whether or not a reproductive organ remains hidden and locked away or celebrated and cherished for all the joy it brings? Is that because that's actually what makes women honorable, or is it because the territorialism of men had gotten them to prey on women's freedom for their own satisfaction? A prize, a rarity... Until it's claimed and used and discarded. A reward and a blessing, until it's no longer wholly theirs.
Though thoroughly stressed is the fact that women must not, under no circumstance, give away the keys to her kingdom. Limiting that "kingdom" to strictly that plethora of nerve endings at the apex of lower extremities, ignored, and misunderstood, and misbelieved as it is, and the abilities promised by what lay above it tucked behind the navel, and what layers come in between. A "valuable" life congratulated for having naught but tidings of good life as a wife and a mother. Nestled within these tidings are the stigma of desire, the expectations of gravidity, and the assertion of discipline for outspokenness.
Kingdom. Kingdom because it's nothing more than a wasteland were it not for a king. Kingdom because were it not for a king, it's an open land for just about any man to lay claim to, to abuse and lay ruin to. Forgetting wholly, or perhaps sleeping over the fact that the holy stewardess of that kingdom wasn't born but rather conditioned and molded and scolded into being a mindless follower and a solemn protector of that sacred land. No questions asked, no reservations shown, not a single indication of disobedience tolerated.
And while some may adapt and learn to love their reality, a great many are shocked to find a terrifying reality that is the King's court. Unmoved by the pleas they squeal into the night, unbothered by violation of humanity. Deliberately blind to the agony. And completely blindsided by the uprising.
So I am here, a woman, standing beside billions upon billions of women... Fighting for Queendom.
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bunknee-witch · 2 years
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Me? Uploading three times today to compensate- no..
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Tina Belcher’s coronation
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redvelvetsource · 7 months
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(SCAN) 슬기 웬디 GOT the beat - Step Back / SEULGI
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gynarchyboi · 8 months
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MsReneeLane isn't available at this time day 14
Listening to your servant is not allowing him to "top for the bottom." Allow me to suggest something. A man's body is honest. While touching your man start talking to him about different dom fem scenarios. Forget for a second what his needs are. Simply talk about something you might like.
It won't take long before you find one that you like that also really works for him. The poor lamb won't be able to hide it from you. You might be surprised by how he responds.
I learned that it wasn't the spanking or the whipping that really moved him although I'd never give that part of our lives up. Physical discipline is the base from which all good things spring. Plus, I love whipping him. However, I learned that he also needed to be emotionally tortured. He needed to have his feelings hurt.
That took more creativity on my part but his response was worth it. When I learn something new about him I don't immediately run out and do it. I file it away, I put my own twist to it, and I make it my own. Also, I wait and bring it out later at an appropriate time.
It's all a journey. The thing I've learned is that if I listen carefully, he will give me every technique I need to bring him to an even deeper surrender. I encourage women to go make some mistakes. He'll forgive every one you make as long as he feels that you are on the path.
Date Jul 10, 2019.
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12loona · 2 years
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[PREVIEW] 220602 | Mnet Queendom 2 Finale - HaSeul
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dreamldy · 6 months
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IRENE Queendom, 2021.
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mtb-girlies · 2 years
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Currently in my villain era (by this I mean I’m disconnecting from everyone I know for the second time this week)
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almea · 2 years
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