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i watch this shit at least once a day

@x6nji for u too heathen

Fuck. I said I’d play nice for you, Tessa, and I will. I’ll be a good boy and let you dress me up, let you look at what you’ve done with me for as long as you want. I’ll be patient for you as you tie me to my chair - won’t even squirm when I feel my cock harden and rub up on the tiny skirt you’ve force me to wear. It’s gonna be humiliating, being so helpless, being chastised for my own precome as if I have any hope of controlling it, but I won’t complain. Won’t even say anything when you cover my eyes up - not as if I could when my mouth is busy with your panties, sucking away like the helpless bitch you’ve turned me into.

I said I was curious, didn’t I? And you take so naturally to being in charge, you almost had me convinced you should be. I almost believed that I loved it, being tied up and taunted and scared of what you were gonna do to me next.

But then you did - that. Fucking took my poor little cockhole and stuffed a rod inside. That was too much, Tessa, and you knew that even as you said it. Even if you were feeling a little bitter about your own punishments. I’ll give you a good show, though. I’ll have to - it’s gonna be real when I whimper for you, real when you see the tears at the corners of my eyes. I’ll even beg, if you want, if you take my gag out and let me speak. Beg you to please take this terrible thing out of my cock and let me cum, let me feel your soft, tight, perfect cunt around me instead. I know that you’ll probably just drag this on longer if I act pathetic like this, I know that you love seeing me squirm, but what else can I do? I promised I’d be good.

And I will, even after you let it end. Then, much later, when I can finally think again, I’ll figure out exactly how I’m going to repay you. I said I’d obey you just this once - I didn’t say anything about what I’d do after.

- Mahito🔹

and you’ll look so pretty, my sweet boy. & it’s not just the skirt that makes you look pretty, it’s all those pretty little faces you make for me while we play. seeing your face scrunch up in pleasure and embarrassment just makes my heart warm on the inside.

i mean, how often is it that you genuinely feel shame or embarrassment. isn’t it a nice change of pace? i mean you were so curious to learn about human emotion, it’s only fair you learn about shame and humiliation too..i’m just helping you advance your knowledge, my sweetheart.

aw, i was sure that i would totally convince you that could be in charge, what a shame i didn’t reach my goal. it honestly brings a pout to my face. oh well, maybe another time.

aw baby, i’m sorry you didn’t like the sounding rods, i was sure you would. i mean, you love stretching out all my holes, i thought it was only fair that i get to do the same. but in my defense, i did give you a warning. if you hadn’t been so messy, you wouldn’t have gotten a punishment.

but i think you’re being a little untruthful. are you honestly going to tell me that you didn’t have an intense orgasm because of that rod stuffed inside your cock? you didn’t feel the extreme pressure being released when i finally pulled that little rod out? hmm, oh well. since you can’t handle a flimsy little rod, i’ll find another punishment in the future.

that’s where you’re wrong though, if you had just asked like a good boy, i would’ve happily sat on your pretty cock. trust me, i don’t like punishing you any more than you like being punished. i’d much rather make you feel good. unlike you, i get off on your pleasure more than your pain.

but you were so good for me, made me so happy. my sweet boy, you’ve made my day. & truly, i look forward to what’s in store for me next

xoxo,

tessa

Sugar Manipulation

I’ve realized there are many posts about utilizing manipulation to get what you want, but not really any posts on how, exactly, to manipulate. Here I will attempt to hash out some typical sociopathic tendencies that anyone in the sugar world can use to their advantage. There is a reason these kinds of people are CEOs, world leaders, and all-around powerful people.

 1. Study your target. If a pot is shy, reserved, unsure of himself; or on the flip side he is bold, takes charge, and knows what he wants, then make note of this. Notice the way he texts, the way he speaks on the phone, the way he treats the wait staff, everything. Every nuance of his character. Does he respond to the Boss Bitch or the Sweet Angel type of sugar baby? Does he want the typical girlfriend experience or does he want the fiery vixen?

2. Create a persona. Also called a “mask”. After you’ve figured out what kinds of words and personality type that your pot responds positively to, study up on a real life or fictional character that best displays those traits that you are going to emulate. Learn the way they turn a phrase. Learn their facial expressions. Learn how they dress. The more exaggerated these things/actions, the better.

For example, your pot likes a woman in charge. Someone who has her life together. A Boss Bitch. So let’s go with Beyonce - how does she treat the men in her life? What are her facial expressions when she’s pleasantly surprised? Affectionate? Scared? What is her day-to-day speech like? The phrases she uses? How does she dress? Is she sweet and kind, or does she shrug off the haters? For this pot, you are going to become his own personal Beyonce.

3. Lure him in with your emulated demeanor. Turn up the charm. Use your stunning ability to read your pot like a book. In fact, turn up so much charm it becomes obvious. Tell him exactly what he wants to hear. ALWAYS be assessing him for ways to cater to his psyche. Disarm him with how perfect you are for him. Pay attention to his needs, and give it to him. Act like you were MADE for him. You were BORN for him. You are perfect for him, and he will never meet anybody like you.

Seduce him properly and you will be successful. The most important part of this is to never let your mask slip. Do not forget anything you have said to him or what he thinks you are. 

✨ BOOKS TO READ ON YOUR HYPERGAMOUS JOURNEY!!! ✨

Stop using the pandemic as an excuse for not developing yourself and your social skills! It’s important to devote time to studying hypergamy, dating, social climbing, and femininity. Although nothing can replace real life interactions, reading books on the topic can help prime you for when these interactions do occur. Devote yourself to daily reading, ladies. 

DATING

- Shanghai Girls: Uncensored & Unsentimental: How Formidable Chinese Women Use Their Feminity to Get Wealth and Power, By Lan Lan

- Ho Tactics, by G.L. Lambert

- The Geisha Secret, by Hanako

- How To Marry The Rich, by Ginie Sayles 

FEMININITY

- Simply Irresistible, by Ellen T. White

- The Geisha Secret, by Hanako

SEDUCTION

- The Book of Courtesans, by Susan Griffin

- The Art of Seduction, by Robert Green

- The Seduction Mystique, by Ginie Sayles

- The Geisha Secret, by Hanako

SOCIAL CLIMBING

- Meet the Rich, by Ginie Sayles

- The Old Money Book: How To Live Better While Spending Less, by Byron Tully

- Modern Etiquette Made Easy, by Myka Meier

- The Social Climbers Bible,  Dirk Wittenborn

the way he speaks // w. afton

tw: smut, plus sized fem reader, age gap, boss/employee, lots of cum, tiny bit of degradation (and i hate it but it fits), mentions of blood, william is v condescending and mean but he loves you ok, corruption kink, mentions of michael liking reader, pet names, pervy william, period play, cunnilingus, this isn't a coherent story so each sentence doesn't necessarily take place in the same time frame

"Hiya, I'm William. Your new boss. You must be Y/N!" William beams, outstretching his hand. The moment your skin touches his he knew he had to have you.

It starts off slow, he's gentle and kind. Playing the devilishly handsome caring boss. He's a divorced single-father of three despite his children being grown. "Ah, you must know Michael and Elizabeth. They work at other locations for me, we traveled there you and I, just this last week. Remember?"

But it evolves into more. Lingering touches and excited glances. Fingers brushing together as you pass each other in the pizzeria's corridor. "You're so pretty, hard to believe such a pretty face has no one chasin' after her, huh?" His fingers caress your face, a seemingly innocent gesture for those who didn't know he was your much older boss.

"Them stupid boys. Don't know what they're missing." William's smile is particularly debonair though his gaze is feline with the way he watches you. He sends a quick wink before returning to his paperwork.

And ends with you falling into his office, tugging off each other's clothes after the pizzeria is closed. Your hands flying for his belt, the heat of the buckle searing into your hand as you free his length. "Couldn't take how pretty you looked anymore. Had to do something. Anything."

"Spread your legs for me, sweet thing." William speaks gruffly, hand tightening into a fist around his leaking hard cock. "Gonna make you my pretty little housewife."

"Stick out your tongue and say 'ahh'. Now, swallow. That's a good girl." His thumb swipes along your lower lip, scooping up any fallen cum and pushing it back between your closed lips.

"You can hardly take one cock in this tiny pussy, how will you ever fit two?" He prods the dildo just beneath where his cock sits wedged deep inside, pushing the head against your walls as your hole gives away and opens, greedily sucking in the faux dick.

"I'll kill those fucking pricks for touching you. C'mere, doll, daddy's gotcha." He's collecting you in his arms, peppering kisses around your face.

"So sweet, so pliant. So needy." His hands grip your stomach, driving your hips back and forth on his length.

"You can take another one, right? Can your pussy take a sixth orgasm? Bet you can. Gotta make you squirt." His fingers hover over your trembling clit, oozing a mixture of your juices and his cum.

"My pretty employee. Now, what would your coworkers say if they saw you sucking the boss's cock like a desperate whore?" He fists your hair, grinning as you choke on his cock. His hips rut against you, forcing more of his length down til he's spraying cum at the back of your throat.

An arrogant scoff. "You really think your period would put me off of eating you out? Lie back, orgasms are supposed to help with cramps. Can't wait to be dripping red while I devour your perfect cunt."

"You really know how to take it out of me, princess." He grunts over the phone call, grasping his weeping cock tight. He zooms in on the picture you sent, eyeing the purple dildo stuffed deep within your ass, a near perfect copy of his own dick.

Long fingers caress your face. "I can see why Michael is so smitten with you. You're beautiful. Ethereal, even." Before he's pulling you into a kiss, tongue parting patient lips as he swallows in your moans.

A harsh pain against your ass cause you to yelp. William grasps your pants, holding fast and pulls the band up through your ass cheeks, whistling lowly. "Never knew you had such a fine ass, doll. I'm very glad I started making you wear this little skirt to work."

William writhes above you, throwing his head back. "You're fuckin' killing me. Your family will kill me more if they know a grown man is defiling their twenty-something year old daughter." A smirk lifts to his face.

"Put on a little show for me. I wanna watch." William sits in his office chair, legs spread and pink cock exposed to the cool air. He shudders with delight practically shaking with vibrations as you bare yourself to him.

His touch is careful, practiced. Pulling you to sit in his lap and grind your clothed cunt against his weeping cock. "Fuck, just like that. God, look at how you make me leak."

William's wide-eyes remain ever focused on how the precum taints the pretty fabric of your underwear. An evident dark spot makes his eyes roll back into his skull. "Fuck, fuck, fuck--you're gonna be the death of me, doll."

You move your panties to the side and eagerly lower yourself onto his bare cock. Eager to feel him for the first time, you wanted it to be raw.

"You're not even all the way down my cock and I'm gonna fuckin' burst. You're perfect. Fuckin' hell, doll."

I'm meeting my first pot tomorrow and I'm really nervous! 😳 Any advice?

Dress simply but be attuned to the destination. Meeting at a Starbucks? Wear soft designer jeans and minimal jewellery. Meeting at a ✩✩✩✩+ restaurant? Wear an LBD and diamond studs. 

Be 5–10 minutes early. You will not look overeager. Should he arrive after you and ask how long you’ve been waiting, smile and tell him that it’s inconsequential because you just know he’ll make it up to you in the long run. 

Don’t drink more than one alcoholic drink per hour, no matter how good your alcohol tolerance. 

Put your phone on silent. I shouldn’t even have to say this. 

Don’t get flustered. Smile until your cheeks hurt. Then, keep smiling. Before you answer any questions, give yourself a second – just a second – to think about how you intend to answer. Try not to speak before thinking and when you answer, don’t stutter or mumble. Your eloquence and thoughtfulness will impress him but it will also subtly inform him that you pay attention and can’t be easily screwed over.

Ask him follow-up questions and bite your lip gently as he answers. Lean in a little bit closer, cross your legs so that your body is angled towards him and brush your knee against his. Play with your hair and brush your hands against your shoulder and collar bone, mimicking ‘subconscious’ indicators of interest through falsified body language.

At the end of the meeting, touch his shoulder and thank him genuinely for his time. Ask if he’d mind terribly if you were to give him a hug; make sure you’ve spritzed perfume in your hair so he’ll smell your perfume when he hugs you. He’ll be thinking about your perfume all day. 

Try to have fun. Someone has a vested interest in paying you merely for bestowing your presence upon them – how awesome is that? You’re a goddess and an all-around cool chick. Even if this date doesn’t work out, you deserve a pat on the back and an extra hour worshipping yourself in the bath, you gorgeous thing, you!

Most important of all, stay safe. Download an app that will check in on you or let a friend (be it someone you know exclusively on Tumblr or someone you’ve known your whole life) know where you are. Avoid places that aren’t public or well-lit where possible and if you start to feel uncertain, ask to stop at or near an ATM where there is usually security cameras, decent lighting, etc. and ask him to leave you alone before calling a cab. Trust your instinct if your body goes into fight-or-flight.