āCinderblockās first time on the treadmill trying to lose weightā
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āCinderblockās first time on the treadmill trying to lose weightā
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I feel your pain, Cinderblock.
Kindness is a kink these days
When your food finally arrives šš
These two things get confused for each other far too often
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when heās sleeping and his foot comes into contact with mineā¦Ā
The comments in this post are incredible. š
I would love to have a boy who could come from humping things. Iād make him hump everything in the house, then tease him endlessly about whatever pushed him over the edge.
āThat footstool just gave you an orgasm, arenāt you going to thank it? And sound like you mean it.ā
āDonāt stand too close to the footstool, you remember what happened the last time. We wouldnāt want you to get too excited and have another accident.ā
āIf the footstool is enough to get you off then you wouldnāt ever need to fuck me again, would you?ā
āMeh, not tonight. Go see if the footstool wants to fuck. Ask nicely. Try doing a sexy dance for it.ā
So much fun. ā¤ļø
Gaining consent is sexy as hell
Iām a highly anxious person, and as such negotiating a kinky relationship with me can be INTENSE. I have lists and lists of questions, so many hypothetical concerns, and a need to know that the other person really understands whatās happening.
Iāve met a new boy, who I refer to as the bunny (heās a rope bunny). He first messaged me on fetlife, we met in person, and then we negotiated for two weeks before actually doing anything together. Back and forth negotiations for two weeks. A few of my friends told me I was overdoing the negotiating, I was overwhelming him and taking the fun out of kink, but I disagree. That negotiation was so fucking hot. For me, it was two weeks of foreplay. Because the bunny and I were constantly talking about what we wanted. I was making plans based on what he said, and he was fantasizing about what all he knew COULD happen because of what he consented to.
For example, Iād once sent him a list of nicknames and said ācheck which ones I can useā. I loved knowing that he was sitting in some vanilla setting, thinking about how he felt about me calling him āslutā or āfuck toyā, or me referring to him as āgreedyā or ādesperateā. Iād texted him randomly, saying things like āhi! Forgot to ask... How do you feel about rope around your balls?ā or āHappy Friday! How would you feel about my friends watching us? They wouldnāt participate.ā He also volunteered things he liked or wanted to try, and the fact that we were both thinking so much about it was so stimulating.
I remember I asked him whether I could dress him in costumes. He responded āwhat kind of costumes?ā and I said āFrench maid, school girl, my friend actually just gave me a slutty nun costume, things like thatā and as I was talking this blush crept over his face and he shifted awkwardly in his seat before nodding shyly and saying āokay, yes, that sounds like a lot of funā. I absolutely asked as many other questions as I could think of to see that blush again.
My favorite was writing a list on a big piece of paper taped to the wall and telling him to mark āyes- nowā, āmaybe in the futureā, or āprobably not everā for each item. I tied his arms behind his back- I wanted to see how he felt in that position- put a marker in his mouth, and told him to record his answers. It didnāt take long, but by the time I removed the marker from his mouth, I had a drooling, sleepy-eyed little boy with a wet spot on the front of his boxer briefs, his responses written down for me to refer back to, AND an idea of what to change with the rope harness the next time I tied him. So many wins.
The relationship I have with the bunny is such that reaffirming consent is easy, and fun. Conversations like...
Me: do you want to try this vibrator in your ass?
Him: Yes. Yes Maāam.
Me: *smiles at him* Say it, then.
Him: *blushes, then says really quietly* Iād like to have your vibrator in my ass.
Me: Beg me. And call me Maāam.
Him: *more blushing, practically whispering now* Please Maāam. Pleeeeeeseease.
Iāve heard it said that consent isnāt sexy but itās necessary, and while I agree that consent is necessary, I absolutely disagree with the idea that itās unsexy. Consent is just learning what the other person wants you to do to them, how is that not hot? Certainly not everyone would appreciate lists and the level of granularity that my anxious brain requires, but negotiations can still enhance sexual energy instead of reducing it.
The bunny has already told me that some of his answers have changed, so weāre going to go back and renegotiate a few points. More lists to fill out, more blushing, more drooling and begging. I canāt wait. ā¤ļø
āItās your flaws I want to taste. Your crooked mouth. The way you smell after being out all day. Your knees, so eager to bend to whatever song is playing in your head. Your chest, as it rises and falls and rises and falls on the carpeted ground. Your sometimes smooth chin. Your pimpled politeness. Your tangled hair. Your good morning, every morning. I donāt want to be able to run my fingers through you easily. It is no fun writing about perfections. I want to talk about you. Flawed. Crooked. Endlessly interesting. You.ā
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Yep. Show me your flaws so I can love the real you. Iāll show you mine, and I hope that you can love the real me, too.
Why you should never ever ever let sadists handle your orgasm denial
Theyāre evil, duh.
They will use anything you said against you when it suits them
They will take what you think you might like a tiny bit, amp it up till eleven, and still find a way to make you beg for it
They will laugh at you when youāre vulnerable
They will rub it in your face when you canāt cum in whatever ridiculous way they decided you get to cum
They will hook you in with shits and giggles and inescapable adorableness
They will just sit back and relax till you work yourself up into a desperate ball of frenzy just begging to do what the hell ever evil concoction of depraved things makes them tick, just for their amusement.
Hence the probability of cumming when you think you need to is probably about 0.00392%
I told you, they are Capital E -vil.
Why you should absolutely have a sadist handle your orgasm denial if you donāt already
Theyāre evil, duh
They will use anything you said against you when it suits them
They will take what you think you might like a tiny bit, amp it up till eleven, and still find a way to make you beg for it
They will laugh at you when youāre vulnerable
They will rub it in your face when you canāt cum in whatever ridiculous way they decided you get to cum
They will hook you in with shits and giggles and inescapable adorableness
They will just sit back and relax till you work yourself up into a desperate ball of frenzy just begging to do what the hell ever evil concoction of depraved things makes them tick, just for their amusement.
Hence the probability of cumming when you think you need to is probably about 0.00392%
I told you, they are Capital E -vil.
Huh. This is so accurate. š
I went to the Leather Archives & Museum in Chicago yesterday and this photo was displayed- I canāt believe how unbelievably sexy it is. That expression... Delicious. ā¤ļø
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Do the hard thing, little letters
I was chatting with a subby friend of mine last night. He and I have known each other for almost three years and for a time at the beginning, I would have totally claimed him as mine. Hereās how the conversation went:
Me: So why donāt you initiate conversation with me? And be honest. Iām not going to stop reaching out, Iām just curious.
Subby friend: Oh I dunno, just seems like the dynamic weāve fallen into
Me: So even if you wanted to say something to me, you just... Wouldnāt say it?
Subby friend: Yeah I guess
Me: Alright.
Subby friend: Sometimes it feels like Iād be bothering you
Me: I feel the same way messaging you. Especially when you donāt initiate and I continue to do so. ESPECIALLY when you donāt respond to the last thing I said. I feel like Iām constantly harassing you, like Iām incapable of taking the hint that you donāt want to chat with me and are only continuing to do so because youāre polite.
Subby friend: Iāll do better
At this point he and I are just friends so Iām less shy about texting thirty times a day with no response, but his choice to not initiate at the beginning is what caused me to lose interest in the idea of potentially owning him. And Iām noticing that this isnāt uncommon behavior from the little letters I engage with- both with friends and with males Iām interested in pursuing.
I certainly understand insecurity. Feeling nervous or shy or uncertain about whether your interest is returned. I feel that way all the damn time when getting to know a new person. I think about whether Iām responding to a message too soon, whether Iām being uncomfortably direct, I worry about if Iām talking about sex too much and trapping the relationship in a play partner only type situation, or not talking about it enough and steering us into being just buddies. I wonder about how someone would feel receiving a text from me: if they smile, if they feel a little sexually excited, if they feel annoyed, if they roll their eyes, if they donāt even bother reading it. I think to some extent, we all feel that way. I usually go ahead and keep messaging anyway, because Iām obstinate and arrogant as hell, but those feelings are still there and eventually they build to a point where I have no interest continuing to be the only side of the relationship willing to risk feeling uncomfortable or foolish or dismissed.
For me, submissive doesnāt mean passive. Submitting in a relationship is a very active choice- itās fucking hard to obey when you donāt want to, or disclose things you promised to do but forgot about, or be honest about things youāre not proud of. And Iām seeking an even higher level of control in my relationships, so imagine how difficult it would be to give your best effort in something you donāt even agree with. If a potential little letter is too nervous or shy to take action at the beginning, how am I supposed to believe that theyād be strong enough to show up for the dynamic when things get difficult, or come to me when something is bothering or upsetting them, or even support the dynamic when Iām struggling to lead?
If initiating conversations is outside of your comfort zone, then find a way to express interest in a way that works for you. Iāve recently taken up with a little rope bunny (and I will be sharing stories about him moving forward, heās so stinkinā cute ā¤ļø). Weād been doing this thing for a couple of months now, and I didnāt notice until recently that aside from his initial message to me, he doesnāt initiate conversation. But I never question his level of interest because he shows me in his own way that heās in this with me. When I first said āIād like to meetā he gave me all of his availability for the next three weeks and worked with me to make something happen. When I said ā9am on this date at this dinerā, he was there. The bunny doesnāt even have a car... He WALKED. Took him over a half hour in the snow (seriously it was snowing š), he doesnāt like mornings, doesnāt even like breakfast food, but he was there on time, pushing hashbrowns and eggs around his plate while we learned each other. And now heās living his best life, dangling from my ceiling and dripping pre-cum all over himself and kicking ass serving as my little toy bunny. Win for everyone.
What are you willing to do to get the relationship you want? And if youāre interested in someone, what are you doing to let her know that? Figure out your way of making your interest known and then do the hell out of it. Not every way will work for every big letter, but the right big letter for you will be charmed by the way you show her how you feel. Iāve heard Dommes give feedback to boys to not be needy... Thatās unfortunate. Itās great advice for boys who want to serve those specific Dommes, but not great advice universally. Iād love to have a needy little boy, I donāt want someone who can take or leave me. Yes sweet pea- blow up my phone all day long so I can tease you for being so shamelessly needy. Then get over here and clean up this mess youāve made in my panties as a result of your neediness.
Do the hard thing, little letter friends. Share the risk- donāt make your big letter do all the chasing. As a big letter, Iām going to work my ass off for any relationship I find myself in, but I need for that little letter to do their part and show up. Reach for me, instead of waiting for me. I live for service-oriented submissives, and for me, a PHENOMENAL service would be for a little letter to initiate conversations and meetings/dates, to continuously show me that theyāre interested in me through action, to assume some of the risk and uncertainty at the beginning so that I can focus on doing other things in the relationship. Like, you know, leading it. š
And if youāre not reaching out because youāre actually not interested, then spare us all and JUST SAY SO. š