I have said it SO MANY TIMES and I will SAY IT AGAIN.
AS A DOM. YOU DESERVE CARE TOO.
aftercare is often times sub-focused, and while that’s always great, it’s often seen as “only subs need aftercare because they’re the ones that took the brunt of the acts.” and as a disabled dom, that’s absolutely not true.
dom drop is very real. I often experience it as guilt for hurting someone, or being “too aggressive,” as trans women are often seen. especially for doms that take care of subs, pretty please take the time to take care of yourself too!!
and for all the subs out there, if you’re able, please please please go get your dom some water or a snack. even if neither of you can walk, it’s imperative that you *talk to each other.* in my past, even the smallest things made me feel so much better. I’m going to list off some great things to say to your dropped dom here (feel free to add in reblogs!!)
“I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me too much.”
“Thank you for doing (self care act) for me, do you need anything?”
“I liked everything you did.”
“everything was within my boundaries.”
“you did great, (name/nickname).”
“do you need anything?”
“would you like (self care act)?”
“can I help (task: clean up, get water, etc.)”
just doing something like talking, showing physical affection, kisses, comfort, etc, is so so so important, and everyone deserves it!
and to all my fellow doms out there, don’t feel guilty for asking for help! if you need it, ask for it! your partner is there to show you love and care too!
PSA to all subs:
You can absolutely safeword during a punishment.
If anyone tries to tell you differently, stay far far away from them.
Just a reminder that both Doms and Subs are human beings.
They go to work. They need to eat and sleep. They have friends, family, and social gatherings. Bad days and good days.
The anonymity and 24/7 communication the internet provides doesn't mean people are at your beck and call. Everybody deserves compassion, even if it's as simple as a "Hi, how are you?"
Nobody should be treated as coldly as an ai chat.
Some are quick to forget that there is a living person behind each blog.
You’re legally obligated to like/reblog this if any of the following apply:
- you’re queer and have acid reflux
- you’re transmasc and wanna bounce up and down on girlcock, be bred by her and have every hole filled with her dick
- you’re against the Catholic Church
- you’re transmasc and wanna sit on a girls lap, casually sucking on her titties while you feel her cock get hard beneath you
- hate JK Rowling
- you’re transmasc and wanna take a transfemme on a car ride to a nice mountain overlook before you fuck her on the back seat with your biggest strapon
"good boy, that's it," they coo, as they squat over my face and fuck my face. I take their cock deep into my throat, barely gagging at all, "That's my handsome boy," they smile, "look so good with your mouth stretched around my cock." They slide their hand down my body, finding my hard little cock and caressing it gently on their way to my wet hole, lubricating their fingers with my arousal, "how perfect are you? Getting so wet for me, huh?" they start playing with my dick, making me gasp and splutter around their cock, "tell me you're perfect," they slide their cock out of my mouth. "I'm perfect," I whisper obediently as their fingers make my eyes roll back and they shuffle down the bed to sit between my thighs. They curl two fingers inside me, stroking my sensitive hole and making me buck and thrash, "you feel so fucking good, I'm so lucky to touch you like this." They say sweetly as I start to moan louder, "please, please, please, can I have your cock?" I whimper. They smile, "you know who gets my cock?" they ask, withdrawing their fingers and rubbing their cock against mine, the heavy head making my cunt throb, "good boys?" I guess. "yes, you are so smart," they smile, "and what are you?" I nod fervently, "I'm a good boy," they slide inside without resistance, burying themselves to the hilt, "yes you are, you can have my cock inside you for as long as you chant that." I moan and grip their hips with my hands, "I'm a good boy, I'm a - a good boy, I'm a - fuck - a good - ugh - good - good boy."
if a boy looked up at me with his pretty eyes and said “please be gentle with me” my brain would simply stop working. like, of course, sweetheart
wish a ghost was violating me in public and there was nothing I could do about it.
when I’m in the fitting room, disembodied hands pass through my panties, fingering my cunt and playing with my clit until i soak the material, forcing me to buy it.
at work, hands groping my tits, massaging and pinching my nipples, forcing me to hold back tears and moans.
on my way home, shoved into an alley, pants pulled down and spanked without mercy until i’m crying.
in a public restroom, taking my panties away, ripping them to shreds or carrying them far far away, so i’m forced to walk around with the knowledge that my cunt is bare
never letting me cum unless i’m in public. only giving me enough time to hide behind a bush before it’s pounding my cunt until im in tears, shoving disembodied fingers in my mouth, spanking my ass with every thrust.
just..violate when i can’t do anything about it
DOMS NEED AFTERCARE TOO!!!
Tell them they did good
Remind them they didn’t hurt you and that you are mentally ok
If they did hurt you tell them how much you enjoyed it
Tell them you felt safe in your scene
Make sure they hydrate and refuel with a little snack if they need it
Thank them for fulfilling your desires
Cuddle them, pet them, hold them
If either of you safeworded discuss why you did so and how to prevent it from progressing that far in the future
Relax! Watch a movie play some video games together! Don’t just leave or ask them to leave afterwards…doms are not just sentient sex toys
I wanna go to my room and find him stomach flat on the bed surrounded by rose petals, ass up like a good boy and looking back at me with his pretty bedroom eyes
yeah crazy rough sex is awesome and all but i would do anything for a guy who's inexperienced and needs my help. who i could sit on my lap and touch so we could both explore his body together. a boy who's breath hitches with every new unfamiliar feeling, i'd put my other hand on his cheek and whisper to him about how good he's being for me. once he eased, i'd lay him on his back and give him head, pausing every so often to tell him how much i love his body and to make sure he still felt good. while we'd fuck i'd go so, so slow, savoring it like a meal, keeping my lips as close to his as possible and kissing him over every gasp and moan. "making love" in the purest sense i could. what was i talking about
dont dm me “hey”
just tell me how you would rape me and send me a picture of ur cock
you dont need permission to tell me what a slut i am