As I’ve become more comfortable with my role as a disciplinary wife, my understanding of how severe a spanking needs to be to correct an issue or teach a lesson has expanded. At first, I was significantly more timid than I am now, and looking back, those first few weeks probably weren’t very effective. But I’ve gotten my footing and have built my confidence up to really embrace leaving an impression (sometimes both physically and mentally) to get my point across.
"I've enjoyed making it serve us, but it's kind of boring now that we've broken its mind. It doesn't feel any shame or humiliation anymore. Shall we dispose of it?"
"I think we should rent its holes out to rich perverts. I mean, god knows, we know enough of them. We might as well make some money out of this broken doll."
"There it is - a little tremble... and a tear! I think we've found a level of degradation it's eager to explore. It'll be fun watching the last remaining shreds of its dignity dissolve away to nothing."
Now I have your attention, okay boy? So listen to me. You will remain in the straitjacket, hooded and gagged throughout the night. Be a good boy and maybe I'll let you go in the morning. Remember I said "maybe"... 😈🔥
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