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@billyblaze
these are getting weird
cheat code: good girl
move fingers on tummy: up, down, left left, right, down, up up and confirm by clicking the belly button
It would be super cool and dope if a cute lee was just laying on top of me right now for a cozy cuddle session where I can also just lazily drag my fingers up and down their sides to hear them giggle into my ear
Listen, there's something so insanely hot about being sat in a conversation between people who are clearly very smart, not even being able to even try to follow along, and knowing they fully know how slow you are in that moment. Like, I'm not a dumb person... all the time. But it's just a hot button for me and always has been to be sat there twirling my hair as my thoughts drift away as they keep blah, blah, blahing around me about something smarty pants and I just smile and nod back. Like I'm just there for decoration. They don't expect me to get involved in fact, they love when I'm confused and silent for a change. They think it's cute.
So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).
My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.
So here I was clicking, fractionating myself, gasping in and out of trance. Each time I came up I'd see the finger pressed against my mouth. I couldn't say anything but just listen to the conversation. I don't know what they said, I couldn't follow it even if I tried really, really hard. It was a blur. At one point I heard my wife point out my adorable eye rolling but I don't eye roll. Well, not normally anyway. See, when I drop I just close my eyes, or fall with them open. Eye rolls only happen when I'm really fucked up and it seems I was giving that level of helpless in the facial department. I didn't even notice. I couldn't even notice. Ooof. Anyway after a while I came back up. My friend looks at me and he said, "click" I verbally repeat it back, unprompted as my finger pressed the button for him. My damn parroty brain just latched onto anything it could as my mind was just putty in their hands and it was awesome. Truly a good time had by all.
Ellen Puzzles It Out
Wasn't there… wasn't there something Ellen was watching? Oh yes. There was. She'd been watching that video Norah sent her, the weird trippy one with all the graphics that seemed to trick the eye, and then--and then she wasn't. It was still playing, Ellen knew that because she could hear the soft twinkly music with all the whispers in it that Ellen couldn't quite make out, but she couldn't see it anymore. It took a surprisingly long time for her to figure out the reason for that, but eventually it occurred to Ellen that her eyelids had slipped shut at some point during her viewing despite her best efforts to keep them open. Once she really thought about it, she remembered that drooping, drowsy sense of lethargy stealing over her.
She tried to open them again, or at least she tried to try. But it was like that feeling you get when you're already asleep and just don't know it yet, when you suddenly remember that the clothes didn't make it to the dryer or your pocketbook didn't make it back into your purse but it feels too much like work to lever yourself out of the warm, comfortable bed by that point. Only it wasn't quite like that, because Ellen's hand was definitely doing something down between her legs so she wasn't exactly sleeping, but focusing on that and on opening her eyes and the music was just a little too much effort for her at the moment. Ellen picked the wrong thing to concentrate on and lost herself for a good several minutes just listening to the whispers before she remembered what she was thinking at all.
Right. The video. It had… it had some kind of effect on her, didn't it? Not just the drowsiness, although that felt like a hole with no bottom and Ellen could feel her mind descending through fathoms of peace and pleasure like a stone sinking into the ocean's depth. But back at the beginning, before her eyelids slipped shut and refused to open, Ellen had been surprised to discover that the video was making her incredibly wet. She even recalled loosely wondering if that was why Norah sent it to her, or if Ellen just had the kind of imagination that could look at weird, abstract imagery and pick out the curves of a woman's breast and the suggestive delta of lightly parted thighs. Not that Ellen was gay, or even bi, but--but surely she must be, if she was looking at swirls and spirals and getting turned on thinking of tits and pussy?
It was a question she hadn't answered, not exactly, but she had wriggled out of her clothes and fumbled her biggest, thickest dildo out of her nightstand without ever letting her eyes drift away from the screen. And now that she thought about it, like now that she turned every single last bit of her fading and feeble intellect to the task of noticing these little details instead of just floating along in dreamy indolence and letting the music tell her what to do, Ellen was definitely aware that she was cramming her toy into her hungry cunt with an enthusiasm that seemed entirely at odds with her hazy lethargy. Almost as if her hand wasn't under her control anymore. Almost as if it was doing what the whispers commanded.
But that would be silly. That would mean the video had… had hypnotized her, or something. And Ellen didn't need to worry about that, because she could trust Norah completely. Even thinking about Norah made Ellen's cunt clench hard around the fake cock, but she knew she didn't need to worry about that either and so she let herself fade into warm, blissful relaxation as another orgasm pushed all her thoughts into blank, helpless oblivion to be replaced by the whispers in her ears.
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Happy Sunday. There's been something on my mind a lot lately. Let's talk about imposter syndrome.
Imposter syndrome shows up in the kink community in a lot of specific ways that don’t always get talked about openly. People often assume kink spaces are full of highly confident, sexually fluent people who know exactly who they are and what they want. In reality, many people in those spaces are quietly wondering whether they count or whether they’re doing it right or whether everyone else somehow received a manual they missed.
Have you ever felt anything like this?
Feeling not kinky enough because your interests seem mild compared to others.
Feeling inexperienced and worrying you’re behind socially or sexually.
Assuming everyone else understands etiquette, negotiation, protocols, or terminology better than you.
Doubting your role identity.
Feeling fake if your fantasies don’t perfectly match what you enjoy in practice.
Worrying you’re only performing a persona instead of authentically belonging.
This gets intensified by how identity-heavy kink culture can be. Labels and roles can be useful tools for communication and community, but they can also accidentally create pressure.
Have you ever thought about this?
If I were a real dominant, I’d always know what to do.
If I were truly submissive, this would feel natural all the time.
But most experienced people are improvising more than they admit. Confidence in kink usually comes from accumulated communication skills, trust building, and self-awareness, not from innate certainty.
Online spaces can make the problem worse. Social media and erotica tend to spotlight polished aesthetics, elaborate scenes, expensive gear, emotionally intense dynamics, or people who speak with authority. What’s less visible is awkward first scenes, failed rope ties, renegotiated boundaries, uncertainty, changing identities, people discovering they dislike things they thought they’d love. A lot of people also experience ethical imposter syndrome. They worry about accidentally hurting someone emotionally, if they're experienced enough to lead, if their desires are wrong, or if they are manipulating someone without realizing it.
To be fair, some degree of caution can be healthy. People who ask those questions are often taking consent and responsibility seriously. The issue becomes harmful when self doubt prevents honest communication or participation entirely.
There’s also a mismatch between fantasy and reality that can trigger impostor feelings. Many people discover that their fantasies are symbolic rather than literal, or maybe their arousal changes in real-life dynamics. They may also feel that emotional intimacy matters more than expected, or power exchange feels different outside imagination.
That doesn’t make someone fake. Fantasy and lived experience are different psychological environments. Newcomers sometimes believe there’s a hidden hierarchy where real kinksters have encyclopedic knowledge, perfect communication, total emotional composure, advanced technical skills, and unwavering identities.
But healthy kink communities are usually built around ongoing learning. Experienced practitioners often change labels, revise limits, leave dynamics, return later, or completely rethink what they enjoy. One of the healthier counterbalances to imposter syndrome in kink is shifting focus away from performance and toward process like are people communicating honestly? Or are boundaries respected? Is consent informed and revocable? Is there care for emotional and physical safety? Is everyone allowed to evolve?
Those things matter more than looking experienced. It can also help to separate identity from competence. Someone can genuinely be dominant and still be inexperienced. Someone can be submissive and still assert boundaries clearly. Someone can enjoy kink casually without wanting a total lifestyle identity around it.
The people who appear the most certain are not necessarily the healthiest or most knowledgeable. Sometimes the safest people are the ones comfortable saying just simply "I don’t know" or “I’m still learning.”
That’s not failure. That’s maturity.
X-Men vs Street Fighter Arcade 1996
Happy Saturday! Let's talk about disappointment and false expectations.
A lot of disappointment at kink events comes from treating hopes like guarantees.
You may go in thinking like “I’m finally going to have this intense scene," “Someone will definitely be into me", “I’ll get the exact dynamic I’ve been fantasizing about", “This event is going to validate me somehow.”
Here's the thing....
Nobody at a any kink event owes you chemistry, attention, play, dominance, submission, sex, or emotional connection. Those spaces are built around consent and mutual interest, not fulfillment on demand. So when expectations quietly harden into assumptions, the emotional crash afterward can feel personal even when nothing actually went wrong. Sometimes the event itself was fine, the people were respectful, the atmosphere was good, opportunities existed, but the internal script was too specific.
You expected instant connection.
You expected to feel transformed.
You expected people to read your energy.
You expected confidence without vulnerability.
You expected fantasy to unfold like a scene in your head.
And kink spaces can magnify that because the emotions are already heightened. Desire, insecurity, performance, longing, comparison, all of it gets amplified.
Nobody is obliged to be your personal kink dispenser.
A healthier mindset is usually “I’m going to explore", “I’m going to meet people", “I’m going to practice communication", “If something meaningful happens, great", “If not, I still learned something.”
The irony is that people often get closer to what they want once they stop gripping the outcome so tightly. Expectations can make you tense, entitled, withdrawn, or unable to notice what is available because you're focused on what isn't happening. Not getting what you wanted at a kink event doesn’t necessarily mean you were rejected by the community or that you failed. Sometimes it just means reality didn’t match the fantasy you built beforehand.
That's not the events fault.
That's not the organizers fault.
That's your fault.
You've got to take that cute girl who overthinks everything and make sure she never has a coherent thought again
Quick vampire tip:
"Look into my eyes": nobody says that. If they're a hunter they immediately know you're a vampire and that you're trying to hypnotize them.
"My eyes are up here": excellent. Actually gets people, frequently even hunters, to look into your eyes long enough for you to enthrall them. Powered by shame.
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To stay in on rainy day & be cozy in bed with cuddles that lead to tickles, that eventually lead to a full blown session. We hear the pitter pattering of the rain on the windows in between my wild laughter and begging. After I’m reduced to a puddle, we cuddle some more until I fall asleep. Wake up to you nibbling on a sensitive spot to tell me the door dash got delivered, we eat some good food and repeat.
Good morning ❤️
Can I come over and tickle torture you and then make you breakfast?
I just want to listen to a girl with a nice voice talk about Literally Anything while I lay my head in her lap and she plays with my hair until I'm either reduced to her helpless hypnotized plaything for her to use at her whim or I get to take a really solid nap. I could go for either really
Stream Request
Body writing but instead of your name or an embarrassing nickname, you write the begging that comes from that respective spot.
"STOP PLEASE!" on the feet, "NOT THERE! NOT THERE!" on the tummy, just turn their body into a canvas of their own hubris and submission 🥰