[Text: When I talk with people about submissive men, al I hear is “weak,” “pathetic,” “soft”…. But all I see is how beautiful and powerful you really are.]

[Text: When I talk with people about submissive men, al I hear is “weak,” “pathetic,” “soft”…. But all I see is how beautiful and powerful you really are.]

[Image: A beautiful submissive boy with his hands tied above his head.  Text: “It’s in my nature to be dominant, but it’s not in my nature to be cruel. I want to dominate my boy, but I don’t want to call him names or hurt him in any way. I hope he can be satisfied with sensuality instead of violence.”]

[Image: A beautiful submissive boy with his hands tied above his head.  Text: “It’s in my nature to be dominant, but it’s not in my nature to be cruel. I want to dominate my boy, but I don’t want to call him names or hurt him in any way. I hope he can be satisfied with sensuality instead of violence.”]

Image: A woman wearing leather gloves possessively holds a man with soft, sensual pubic hair.  Text: It’s probably because of my social anxiety, but I can barely stand the thought of being in on “the scene.” I just want a beautiful boy to hit, kick, strangle, own, make love to, and love.  But without the scene, I doubt it will ever happen.

Image: A woman wearing leather gloves possessively holds a man with soft, sensual pubic hair.  Text: It’s probably because of my social anxiety, but I can barely stand the thought of being in on “the scene.” I just want a beautiful boy to hit, kick, strangle, own, make love to, and love.  But without the scene, I doubt it will ever happen.

The silhouette of a man kneeling before the backdrop of a sunset.  Grey text reads: “I reveled in the power I had over him, the power he offered up to me.  I could make him kiss my feet, I could make him kneel before me, I could make him endure pain to please me, but I couldn’t make him love me.”
Smaller text at the bottom reads, in red: “It still hurts.”

The silhouette of a man kneeling before the backdrop of a sunset.  Grey text reads: “I reveled in the power I had over him, the power he offered up to me.  I could make him kiss my feet, I could make him kneel before me, I could make him endure pain to please me, but I couldn’t make him love me.”

Smaller text at the bottom reads, in red: “It still hurts.”

Image:
White shirtless man with shaved armits and love handles, wearing jeans which are unbuttoned to show his brifes, is bound and hanging from the ceiling. A chubby woman in a Dirndle an a cowgirl hat has her hand inside his jeans.
Text:
This picture is, I think, the first I have ever seen of femdom that 100% turned me on for the man photographed.
Whoever thinks he’s fat is an idiot.
I’m afraid I will never find someone I’m truly attracted to again, because I like my men with strong muscles and love handles.
I WANT TO STEAL THIS MAN FROM HER AND USE MY STRAPON ON HIM.
Why is it so terrible that I find skinny men repelling?

Image:

White shirtless man with shaved armits and love handles, wearing jeans which are unbuttoned to show his brifes, is bound and hanging from the ceiling. A chubby woman in a Dirndle an a cowgirl hat has her hand inside his jeans.

Text:

This picture is, I think, the first I have ever seen of femdom that 100% turned me on for the man photographed.

Whoever thinks he’s fat is an idiot.

I’m afraid I will never find someone I’m truly attracted to again, because I like my men with strong muscles and love handles.

I WANT TO STEAL THIS MAN FROM HER AND USE MY STRAPON ON HIM.

Why is it so terrible that I find skinny men repelling?

[Image: Man in camo fatigues and boots kneels facing a cot and a US flag. Clenched fist and dog tags in foreground. Text: Maybe it’s because he’s military, but my boy wants a title he can call me. They all sound wrong—I’m the same person tying his wrists as I am asleep in his lap or going to church with him… How could I ever own all of him with one part, “the dominant part”, of me? How does he not understand? (There’s nothing better than the way he says my name)]

[Image: Man in camo fatigues and boots kneels facing a cot and a US flag. Clenched fist and dog tags in foreground. Text: Maybe it’s because he’s military, but my boy wants a title he can call me. They all sound wrong—I’m the same person tying his wrists as I am asleep in his lap or going to church with him… How could I ever own all of him with one part, “the dominant part”, of me? How does he not understand? (There’s nothing better than the way he says my name)]

[Text: I tell myself I’m alone because I don’t have time to go to munches and meet people. That the people who message me online aren’t a good match. But the truth is, I haven’t been asked on a date in 10 years. I’m afraid if I go no one will want me.]

[Text: I tell myself I’m alone because I don’t have time to go to munches and meet people. That the people who message me online aren’t a good match. But the truth is, I haven’t been asked on a date in 10 years. I’m afraid if I go no one will want me.]

[Text: I am afraid of asking questions or favors from anyone, having my hair cut, criticising someone, being hypocritical, someone knowing I don’t like them, silence, talking too much, losing my job, not being a good daughter, my car breaking down, talking on the telephone, giving the wrong answers to questions, giving bad advice, not being liked, attempting suicide, people seeing me the way I see me, meeting new people, zombies, losing my best (only) friend, dogs, failure being seeing as too old, too fat, too ugly to be desirable, going my whole live without ever being tied up, or loved.
(I am afraid of) Everything. All the time…except when I imagine being claimed and owned.]

[Text: I am afraid of asking questions or favors from anyone, having my hair cut, criticising someone, being hypocritical, someone knowing I don’t like them, silence, talking too much, losing my job, not being a good daughter, my car breaking down, talking on the telephone, giving the wrong answers to questions, giving bad advice, not being liked, attempting suicide, people seeing me the way I see me, meeting new people, zombies, losing my best (only) friend, dogs, failure being seeing as too old, too fat, too ugly to be desirable, going my whole live without ever being tied up, or loved.

(I am afraid of) Everything. All the time…except when I imagine being claimed and owned.]

Image Description: A photo of a leather collar with the word ‘bears’ written on it, with the text, “I had to pretend I was a Chihuahua to get a collar I wanted.  It was worth it.”
The collar is by Geralyn on Etsy, and the leather against my throat makes me happy every time.

Image Description: A photo of a leather collar with the word ‘bears’ written on it, with the text, “I had to pretend I was a Chihuahua to get a collar I wanted.  It was worth it.”

The collar is by Geralyn on Etsy, and the leather against my throat makes me happy every time.

unintentionally patriotic, but looking at it- that theme feels right. I would die to protect my country.

unintentionally patriotic, but looking at it- that theme feels right. I would die to protect my country.

(“I feel like no one would want me as their top because I’m mentally ill. I feel so unsafe that all I want is to keep someone else safe, but that kind of desperation isn’t attractive in a dom.”)

(“I feel like no one would want me as their top because I’m mentally ill. I feel so unsafe that all I want is to keep someone else safe, but that kind of desperation isn’t attractive in a dom.”)

I am so young. I feel terrible sometimes for enjoying the kind of stuff that I do. I have never had sex. But when I jack off I experiment with things that hurt me. I cut myself. I punch myself in the face. I was so excited when I raised a bruise for the first time. Blood makes my breath go shallow.
I’m not even of legal age to have sex yet. It’s confusing me how much I want “adult” stuff that is ostensibly considered even more “adult” to the point that sure, teens can have sex! Just no kink because that’s what perverted people do. According to the people in my life.
And now I feel like I’m a bit of a top as well, and the sadistic impulses I’m getting are driving me slightly nuts.
I wish there was more support for kinky teenagers.

I am so young. I feel terrible sometimes for enjoying the kind of stuff that I do. I have never had sex. But when I jack off I experiment with things that hurt me. I cut myself. I punch myself in the face. I was so excited when I raised a bruise for the first time. Blood makes my breath go shallow.

I’m not even of legal age to have sex yet. It’s confusing me how much I want “adult” stuff that is ostensibly considered even more “adult” to the point that sure, teens can have sex! Just no kink because that’s what perverted people do. According to the people in my life.

And now I feel like I’m a bit of a top as well, and the sadistic impulses I’m getting are driving me slightly nuts.

I wish there was more support for kinky teenagers.

This is the exact same set of pictures that was recently posted here from a submissive’s perspective. This one is from the dominant’s perspective. The only change is the text. It now says: “I’m a woman. When I tell people I’m dominant… I wish they’d think THIS, NOT THIS!! Stereotypes and being young sucks.” The title of the file is “reverse is also true”. Because it is.

This is the exact same set of pictures that was recently posted here from a submissive’s perspective. This one is from the dominant’s perspective. The only change is the text. It now says: “I’m a woman. When I tell people I’m dominant… I wish they’d think THIS, NOT THIS!! Stereotypes and being young sucks.” The title of the file is “reverse is also true”. Because it is.

Caption: When I tell women I’m Submissive…. I’d wish they’d think THIS….. NOT THIS.  Stereotypes and being young suck.  

Caption: When I tell women I’m Submissive…. I’d wish they’d think THIS….. NOT THIS.  
Stereotypes and being young suck.

 

I scratch and pinch myself, dig my fingernails into the sides of my torso… but I WANT someone else there! I want so badly… someone to push me down and shove me around, and pull my hair and make me gasp and bite me and make my eyes tear… to spank and flog me till I can’t handle it and try to squirm away and go over that tipping point of pain and discomfort into pleasure… to tie me up in scratchy rope… to tense and pull and feel the rope bite into me… to have the marks left behind by all that… I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT and there’s nothing I can really do about it. I hate it! IT IS SO FRUSTRATING.

I scratch and pinch myself, dig my fingernails into the sides of my torso… but I WANT someone else there! I want so badly… someone to push me down and shove me around, and pull my hair and make me gasp and bite me and make my eyes tear… to spank and flog me till I can’t handle it and try to squirm away and go over that tipping point of pain and discomfort into pleasure… to tie me up in scratchy rope… to tense and pull and feel the rope bite into me… to have the marks left behind by all that… I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT and there’s nothing I can really do about it. I hate it! IT IS SO FRUSTRATING.