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ringofkees · 1 year
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Change me.
Change how I think.
Change the way I speak.
Change how I write.
Change what I wear.
Change what I remember.
Change what I forget.
Change my name.
Change my personality.
Make me your perfect toy. Make it so I barely recognize the person I was when we first started speaking. Please?
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whumpcereal · 1 month
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behavior modification, a valentine special
hi! long time, no see. i was home sick from work today and marathoning valentine movies, so here's some sentimental jack and joe for you. part of behavior modification (masterlist here), takes place sometime in the first year after jack's rescue, during his lawsuit against WRU for his freedom.
content warnings for: trauma responses, references to past noncon, tooth-rotting fluff
future snippet, sealed with a kiss
“Is this for your special someone?” 
The clerk’s smile is impossibly large; if she smiles any wider, Joe is convinced her face will crack. He understands. She’s probably asked this question at least seventy-five million times in the last week, and it’s a pointless one. Valentine cards are a perfunctory part of being in a relationship. Even if you don’t think your someone is all that special, you still buy them a card because that’s what the day demands. It’s part of the reason Joe never really cared about Valentine’s Day before. The forced displays of affection, the candy pink sheen of it all–it never seemed to reflect the kind of love Joe knew to be true. 
But this year, it’s different. This year, the clerk’s question isn’t so pointless. Joe looks down at the red envelope in his hand, and he cannot hide his own smile. “Yes, it is. Someone very special.” 
“Well, I’m sure she’ll love it!” the clerk sing-songs back. With a pop of her gum, she grabs the card and scans it. 
Joe doesn’t correct her. At least, not overtly. “I hope he does,” he says softly, but the clerk doesn’t look up. 
They never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before. Sure, Joe liked to rage against the consumer machine, but it was really Jack’s doing. Jack was indifferent, or, at least, he pretended to be. The truth was gift-giving occasions always made him a little uncomfortable. In Jack’s mind, gifts were offered only as part of a fucked-up trade; something he might want for something he certainly didn’t want to give. Joe had learned that the hard way. 
They had been seeing each other maybe a month at the time, but Jack was already spending most of his nights at Joe’s place, even if they hadn’t quite consummated their relationship yet. Joe didn’t know at the time that Jack had basically been squatting in the library study carrels and showering at the fitness center, but even if he had, he was more than happy to have Jack with him as much as possible. 
It had been a hard week. Jack was marking exams as well as taking his own, and Joe had been preparing for a conference; neither of them had come up for air in days. But when the grades were submitted and the presentation finalized, Joe thought they should celebrate. He thought he’d surprise Jack, and he brought home an expensive bottle of champagne and flowers. 
Jack had paled when Joe handed him the roses. “What are these for?” he’d asked. 
“For you, silly. For getting through this bear of a week.” Because I love you, Joe had thought but not said. It was too early. But he kissed Jack’s cheek, because that was something he was allowed to do. It made his body feel electric.
But when he pulled away, Jack was still staring at the roses. “Thank you.” He didn’t sound particularly thankful. 
“Are you okay?” 
A vacant nod. “Yeah. They’re beautiful. Thank you.” Jack set the roses down and turned toward the pantry. “Let me just get dinner started, and then–” 
“You don’t have to make dinner tonight, Jack.” It was before Jack was his Jackie. Before Joe knew what he knows now. “I thought we could kick back and relax. Celebrate.” 
“Of course,” Jack said softly, his chin dipping into the hollow of his throat. “Of course we’ll celebrate. I’ll take care of you.” 
Joe knows that tone of voice now. The faraway note that lets him know Jack is falling back into old habits, a tone that, these days, precipitates a whispered sir. But he didn’t know then.
He didn’t see the way that Jack gnawed on his lip for a split second before he launched himself bodily at Joe, their hips crashing together, Jack’s hands in Joe’s hair. Joe fumbled to set the champagne on the counter behind him, to wrap his hands around Jack’s waist, but Jack’s fingers were already plucking open Joe’s shirt buttons, his mouth close behind. Jack was on his knees so quickly that Joe wasn’t sure what was happening. 
“Jack–ohmygod, Jack.” 
It was everything Joe wanted, but he didn’t know yet that it wasn’t what Jack wanted. Not until he’d looked down and seen tears squeezing from Jack’s pruned eyelids. 
“Jack?” 
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I can’t, I just–I know you deserve it. I know what you want. I’ll try again. I’m sorry.” 
It was then that Joe realized. The flowers. The champagne. Jack assumed they were all part of a transaction. 
Jack told him everything that night. About Bill and the others. And Joe learned. He never surprised Jack that way again. Even after Jack came home from WRU–no, especially then–Joe tried to avoid surprises. For Jack, tokens of affection were part and parcel of an economy where he was the commodity. Joe doesn’t want him to feel that way, not ever again. 
But a card. A card is different. 
Joe knows about WRU’s training protocol now. Jack is lucky. Those bastards may have burrowed their poison into his brain, but he still has his words; he can still read. It was one of the only things that gave him comfort when he came home. Books were some of the only things he didn’t ask to touch. Joe understands. Words matter more than things. 
The clerk pops her gum again. “You want a bag and a gold seal?” 
“No, that’s all right.” Joe manages to stop short of telling her that he’s going to seal this one with a kiss. 
“Well, have a happy Valentine’s day, sir.” 
“I will. Thank you.” 
The card is in its envelope when Joe lets himself into the apartment, and Jack is in the kitchen. The apartment is fragrant with a warm, red wine smell. Joe tiptoes to stand in the cheap stucco archway. He watches the way Jack’s basketball short-clad hips move softly to the old fashioned jazz that’s coming from the speaker on the counter. His body is shyer somehow, more tentative in its movements, but still lithe and beautiful. Jack is still Jack, even after everything he’s been through. 
Joe lets out a low whistle, and Jack turns, a pasta server in his hand and a shy smile on his lips. Joe’s knees practically buckle. 
“You’re home,” Jack says. 
“I’m home, baby.” Joe moves into the kitchen, and when Jack offers his lips, Joe takes them, resting a soft hand on Jack’s hip. “What are you making?” 
“Red wine pasta with toasted walnuts and arugula,” Jack says easily. He kisses Joe’s jawline. 
“I know what one of those things is.” 
Jack laughs. “My gourmand.” 
“Or something!” 
“How was your day, Joey?” Jack disengages slowly and goes to pour Joe a glass of wine. 
It’s a difficult question some days. Jack’s days are so different from Joe’s. He isn’t allowed to leave the apartment without supervision until the litigation with WRU is over. Until it’s done, Jack is still technically Joe’s property. But only technically. Joe reminds himself of that every day. 
“It was alright. I missed you.” But it’s easier now. Now, Joe has far fewer opportunities to miss his Jackie. 
Jack smiles, sneaking a sip from the glass before he hands it to Joe. “I missed you too.” 
Joe raises his glass and leans back against the cheap countertop. “I would’ve been home earlier, but I had to make a special stop.” 
Jack is back at the stove. He upends the wine bottle into a sauce pan, and a cloud of rich steam rises in its wake. “Why’s that?” 
“I wanted to get you a card for Valentine’s Day.” Joe says it gently, so that it will not be a surprise. 
Jack freezes, his hand hovering over the sauce pan for just a second, but then his shoulders relax. He peeks at Joe. “You? Mr. ‘Conversation-Hearts-Are-Nuggets-of-Corporate-Greed’?” 
Joe smothers his own smile. Jack remembers. “Yes, me.” He pulls the card from his pocket. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jackie.” 
Jack puts a lid over the pan and turns around. “I didn’t get you anything.” 
“You’re all the gift I need,” Joe whispers, because it is true. Every one of the days he spends with Jack is a gift. He knew that even before, but every nerve in his body is certain of it now. 
Jack tries to roll his eyes, but Joe can see that his words have landed. “Well, thank you,” Jack says softly. His fingertips whisper against Joe’s when he reaches for the card. 
“Open it up, baby.” 
Jack complies, carefully opening the red envelope that Joe absolutely kissed without a hint of irony after he licked the seal and pressed it closed. The card itself isn’t so special; just the standard hearts and flowers schlock that all the stores sell this time of year. But Joe’s written his own message inside. He watches Jack’s eyes move like a typewriter carriage over his uneven scrawl. 
Jackie, 
I know we don’t usually do this, but I feel like I haven’t told you enough how grateful I am that you are home. Nothing felt right without you, and I know now that it never could. You are my home. You are stronger than any foundation, and I will never stop thanking God that you choose to be with me, even after everything you’ve been through. And it is your choice. You have every choice. You deserve that. 
I choose you, every day. I always will. 
Love, 
Joe 
When Jack looks up again, his blue eyes are glassy with tears. “Joey–” 
“I didn’t mean to–” 
Jack shakes his head. He folds the card carefully and stares down at it. “You didn’t. Joe?” 
Joe takes a hesitant step forward. “What is it, baby?” 
“I choose this. I do.” 
Jack reaches for him then, and Joe pulls Jack into his chest. “I know you do. And even if you didn’t or if–if someday, you don’t, I’ll always be grateful for this. Right now.” 
Jack lets Joe hold him, and Joe knows exactly what this moment is worth. He wraps his arms so tightly around Jack that, if he didn’t know exactly how strong Jack is, he might crush him. But no one can crush Jack, and Joe knows how to hold him. Joe knows how to give him room and keep him close all at once. Joe knows how to let him choose. 
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serenityquest · 9 months
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femmefatalevibe · 10 months
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What does it mean to speak less when trying to seduce someone’. Can you provide a conference example of how it would look like? How should one act etc?
Hi love! I would say that this concept boils down to two main principles: Not offering any more information about yourself than absolutely necessary to continue the conversation (nothing too personal, keep it light), and remaining interested to be interesting.
Regarding not offering any more information about yourself than absolutely necessary to continue the conversation (nothing too personal, keep it light):
Keep the conversation on a more surface level; avoid any sensitive topics or emotionally-charged topics (like a breakup, toxic ex, strained family relationship, financial struggles, workplace drama, or job/career difficulties)
Focus on conversational topics you would pitch to a magazine, post on social media, or take a quiz on vs. something that would be better saved for a close friend chat or therapy session
On remaining interested to be interesting:
Ask questions before sharing information about yourself. Initiate a conversation with a question. Ask relevant follow-up questions as a response vs. offering to disclose an anecdote or personal information about yourself
Use their answers or shared stories as a way to frame your reply. Volley the conversation back to your conversation partner by paraphrasing what they just said to you to show that you were listening and sought to understand what they were saying. After paraphrasing, ask another question that dives deeper into an aspect of their shared story, opinion, recollection of an event, etc. As an example, if they were telling you about a work presentation, ask about how they felt before, after, or during, what it was about, why the presentation mattered, what their colleagues and bosses thought, the next steps, where it was held, what they had for lunch after, etc.
Hope this helps xx
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masedo77 · 7 months
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You know that i always hated the ending to that? I thought i hated cartoons.. Turns out, Im watching these movies backward!
I wonder what other movies we've been watching backwards?
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undeadhousewife · 19 days
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A sticker my dog trainer friend has on their bag and I absolutely love it
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candi-gram · 2 years
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Question for the group...
This past weekend @a-cherry-blossoming and I got to thoroughly test out our (my) absolute favoritist new toy, a pocket-sized, but fully capable, cattle prod, we've (I've) affectionately nicknamed, "the Boom Stick."
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We both agreed it - and its 4,000+ volts of wicked fun - was shockingly successful at helping even the dumbest cunt learn. Learn what? So, so many critical and educational things. You might even say it was an electrifying experience to find an implement that could frighten and humble even the most enthusiastic pain slut. Something that could reliably and consistently spark sweet tears, beautiful screams, desperate begging, and pitiful whimpering from even the most stoic toy. A convincing tool to help remind a forgetful girl that her pride and dignity isn't nearly as important as she thought it was. Certainly nowhere near as important as her obedience and usefulness was. After all, who doesn't need a little extra encouragement and motivation occasionally to become the best they can be? See linked post below for reference.
The evidence and results from our extensive research clearly showed that our (my) favorite application of the Boom Stick was to help demonstrate to Cherry how foolish it is to be a selfish bitch who's concerned about her own pleasure or comfort in any way. You see, Cherry has this annoying habit of whining and begging her Sir to please play with and fuck her useless cunt, since her Sir's preference is to just ignore that needy, dripping, gooey and sloppy mess and instead only fuck her much more useful, tighter, and fun asshole instead. Especially once it's already sore after the first few times.
The Boom Stick however, actually made fucking Cherry's cunt almost worthwhile. Almost. We (I) created this fun game where Cherry got her slosh pit pussy fucked all weekend, face to face for the first time ever instead of from behind like the eager, needy slut she is. She even got to use her vibrator and hitachi on her sore, raw, overworked clit over and over and over again while her sloppy, gushing pussy got used for a change. Because her Sir is such a nice and thoughtful dominant, he even "let her" ask to cum when she was close. But, even though her Sir gave her permission, Cherry refused to orgasm. Cherry thought it might have been because the Boom Stick was repeatedly, mercilessly used on her breast, thighs, feet, ass, or cunt every time she got remotely close to orgasm and asked permission to cum, ruining it every time, and making her start the process and rub all over again from scratch. I thought it was because she could feel how hard I got from her pain and see in my face how excited and pleased her suffering made me, and Cherry just wanted her Sir to enjoy it more. In fact, her usually ignored pussy got so much attention Cherry would beg and plead to please just fuck her ass instead, even though she knew how much it would hurt, and to never touch her useless cunt again. I think it's because she learned her lesson that her pleasure is meaningless and that all that matters is what makes her Sir happy. Cherry thought it was because she just wanted a break from the torture, no matter how brief. I guess we'll never know who was right 🤷‍♂️
What made this especially fun was making Cherry rub and edge herself painfully raw, and beg to cum, while deliberately ruining orgasm after orgasm right before she could have it by viciously and brutally zapping her with the cattle prod again and again and again while taunting her that, "this is the only way I am ever going to fuck Cherry's cunt ever again." Threatening and teasing Cherry that I bet with enough consistency, repetition, and training from this that I could condition the desire to want to cum from vaginal sex, or really to ever even have Cherry's pussy fucked, right out of her. That once we spend enough focused time correlating terrible, excruciating pain and endless frustrated, ruined orgasms to getting her pussy used, that eventually a pavlovian connection will be hardwired in Cherry's dumb cunt brain permanently. That if I use the cattle prod on Cherry every time I even remotely play with cherry's lesser hole that eventually Cherry will develop an aversion to having that useless slop pit touched. In order to avoid all that pain and panicked terror that comes from the cattle prod, that eventually Cherry will just turn herself into an obedient little anal-only slut. Never, ever, ever wanting anyone to ever touch her stupid, greedy and selfish pussy ever again. That the juice just wouldn't be worth the squeeze. This idea was mentioned often enough throughout the weekend and the learning process that we definitely know for a fact that while Cherry absolutely hates the idea and is scared of what it might mean to be permanently ruined, broken, and conditioned in that manner, that Cherry's cunt absolutely, positively, without a doubt LOVES the idea (💦💦💦😳)... and we know between her brain and her cunt, what makes her decisions, don't we?
So, here's the question for everyone...
Should we continue to use the Boom Stick on Cherry every single time the fuck-toy gets her selfish, hungry slop hole played with? Should we make her suffer awful, unbearable agony any time it's used until any last remnant of interest in having Cherry's cunt even touched is zapped and conditioned out of her for good? Should we forever connect the fear and lesson of the cattle prod to her identity so that it's impossible for Cherry to ever cum from having her pussy used ever again? So that for the rest of her life Cherry is conditioned and trained to be an eager, enthusiastic anal-only fuck-toy because her pussy gives her no pleasure anymore (not that anyone gives a damn about her pleasure anyway, but still)? That thinking of her pussy only brings to mind memories of suffering and torment.
I vote a resounding, "YES!" And naturally, Cherry gets no vote at all, because her opinion doesn't matter.
So, Tumblr, what do you say? Inquiring minds want to know. Please feel free to reblog and/or comment so we can get the most votes and feedback as possible. Cherry is a lucky girl who gets to have an entire week of quality, alone time with her Sir very shortly, and I know she (and everyone else) is anxious to know what the group decides she has to look forward to 😈⚡💥
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mermazeablaze · 6 months
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Most times when I think of JKR, I want to A Clockwork Orange her ass. Strap her to a chair with a lid lock (the tool to pry eyes open) & just make her intake thousands of hours of trans suffering & brutalization along with her racist tones. I want to do this until her brain pours like melting jello from her ears.
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whumpcereal · 2 months
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Looking at puppy adoption pages, and thought of the ad copy the WRU team (or Doc) might write.
Jack, 24. Jackie is a sweet boy who's finally realized his full potential. Calm and obedient, Jack would be an ideal companion for an owner who can appreciate his gentle personality and unique qualifications. He comes completely prepared for an active owner and absolutely loves to play with all manner of toys. He responds well to physical affection and would be happy to snuggle up with you anytime.
Champ, 23. Champ is a gorgeous specimen who's been well-trained to provide his owner with hours of fun. He is active and prefers physical play, even if he may seem a bit shy at first. He is easily motivated by affection and treats, just like a good boy should be.
Will, 23. After a bit of an intensive training period, Will may look a little rough around the edges, but he's ready for an owner who will lavish him with special attention. He is a quiet boy who does best away from other pups, but if you're willing to put the time in, he'll do whatever he can to please you. He can be a little food aggressive, so it's best to keep him on a regimented diet and a short leash.
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unwelcome-ozian · 11 months
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Behavior modification covers a wide spectrum of psychological research and one might convincingly argue that every subdiscipline in psychology deals with the control and modification of behavior. As one might expect from studying the history of Soviet psychology much of the work in behavior control in the USSR is concerned with direct, physical intervention. Chemical, surgical and other physical intervention techniques will be dealt with in separate sections.
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serenityquest · 9 months
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whumpkinz · 2 years
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Authoritative caretakers helping slaves and deeply conditions pets get better but anyone looking in would be appalled.
Caretakers that speak with a monotone voice that freaks or relaxed Whumpee's because there is no tone indication.
Caretakers that make set schedules for their slave Whumpees that's secretly helping and designed to force the Whumpee to choose small insignificant desicions to help get them used to decision making skills again.
A recovery house that dedicated to conditioned whumpees and has a system in place to figure out what kind of things whumpees conditioned too. That has set times of when to eat, what they can and can't do based on their recovery.
Caretakers that over explain, over clarify and/or make sure to go over every details for their conditioned whumpees so they always know what to do for different situations.
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hazard-and-friends · 1 year
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maintenance came to the new apartment to fix something in the stove, so WE sat around the corner and did LAT
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siplifeslowly · 10 months
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Search for the Treasure Behind the Disobedience
Your child's misbehavior can be a valuable clue to their strengths. Kids tap into their strengths to get what they want. Use moments of disobedience as an opportunity to discover the treasure behind the disobedience and call your child up into who they ar
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