Gaslighting is just bullying, and bad for any relationship unless you’re both in it for that particular kink.
Casual humiliation comes down to your own attitude.
Let me put it this way. Does your car have any say whatsoever in:
When you use it
Where you drive it
Who you lend it to
Any passengers you take
The things you haul with it
The maintenance schedule
When/if you wash it
Where you keep it
How hot/cold it is
How much trash is inside
When you own an object, its “opinion” is a preposterous idea.
The next level is a pet. A pet is your property, but is also a living being, and that gives you special responsibilities to keep it alive and well. However, most of that pet’s opinions once again don’t matter.
When you own a slave, their status will be somewhere along the line between object and pet (or perhaps even more towards “daughter” for ddlg). You choose what control you will take over her, and that level of ownership gives you natural rights over her.
Where I’m going with all of this:
When you own something, you just naturally make casual use of it. When you own a slave, how you use her is what trains her to your rhythm. Casual humiliation is simply taking what’s already yours whenever you feel like it, sometimes because it’s what you want at the moment, other times just to prove a point (to her or to yourself or both). It’s the regular day-to-day humiliation of accepting whatever you do to her that keeps her in her place, both physically and psychologically, always aware and accepting of her station. Whether that’s leading her around the house by a leash and tethering her wherever, deciding her clothes, swatting her ass, grabbing her, manhandling her, grounding her, making her adhere to your protocols, locking her up… whatever. It doesn’t matter WHAT you do, so long as you’re doing it BECAUSE IT IS YOUR RIGHT TO DO IT.
Casual humiliation comes naturally with real ownership, because it is the normal, natural state of things in such a relationship.
(a gift-fic for… everyone who’s put up with my hiatus)
You thought you were safe…
Until you were grabbed, gagged and thrown in the back of a truck like a sack of potatoes. Your arms and legs bound, you mouth sealed, you don’t have a hope of escaping. You can’t scream louder than the truck engine. You can’t get free. All you can do is wait and squirm around while you wait to see what happens to you.
You thought you were uncomfortable…
But then you were hauled from the back of the truck, stripped naked, and tied to a post like an animal. Your head was covered in a nylon stocking and your eyes and mouth were taped shut. No chains or ropes held you down. It was iron shackles and riveted anchors. No amount of squirming could move them at all. You sobbed, begged and pleaded into your gag… all for naught.
You thought you were finished…
Until your legs were tied apart and your tormentor began brushing an oily substance over your pussy. You bucked and writhed, screaming in protest, but you are ignored. The liquid on your pussy begins to tingle, and then a slow heat pervades your body. Arousal flushes through you like a tide, but you can do nothing to assuage it. Your cunt leaks and drips, your clit throbs… but you get nothing but the continued, maddening motions of the brush.
You thought you were horny…
Until you were removed from the hitching post and spread out on a bed. Still helplessly blind, you can do nothing but mewl into your gag as a pointed feather is applied to your screaming clit. To the inner edges of your pussy. To the sensitive skin between your sopping hole and your ass. You beg, you plead, you thrust your hips. You know it’s wrong to want to be fucked, but your need consumes your logic like a fire engulfs paper. You want it… need it… but all you get is the feather.
You thought you were desperate…
And then he flipped you over and began fucking your ass, using your own pussy juices as lube. He pounded you mercilessly, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your arousal-soaked brain. You screamed into your gag, your hands flailing wildly. All you wanted was to touch yourself. To cum. To spill over that edge. Your clit pounded, feeling swollen as a golf ball, but he cruelly ignored it. Fucking you brutally until he came deep in your ass.
You thought you’d get to cum…
But he put the chastity belt on you. He shackled your wrists and ankles. He gagged you firmly… and left you denied, aching and wanting. Pussy juices trickling down your thighs in little rivulets. You sobbed, you ached, you bucked on the bed… but it was all for naught.
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