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@eekitsnika
I am enjoying a pot edible and some hookah
In response to strong woman ask. Both! Bothbothbothbothbothbothboth. Ugh ✨women✨🫠🫠🫠
I hear you!
The future is a lot stupider than I thought it would be.
Insanely jealous of you and Laura😭 I want strong woman
Like strong personality, or physically strong? Or both?
She gone already 🥺😢?
Nope! Still here.
What kind of stuff are you welding?
I just finished working on a spiral staircase for some rich person’s house. It’s going to extend from their second story to an alcove adjacent to a rooftop patio. The project I’m starting on today is the frame for a custom chopper. Should be cool!
Ah! You’re back. I was just thinking about your shenanigans with Laura and I’m happy to see you’re still together
I’m back! And thanks! Yeah, me and Laura just Can’t Stop Fuckin so we figured we might as well keep being in a relationship. That and we love each other & shit. It’s funny cuz my Mom recently admitted to me that all the way back when I was in high school she thought I’d eventually end up with Masha (remember her?). And all the while I’d thought of myself as more heterosexual than not. Moms, amiright?
lol, I came back to Tumblr and no one cares 😂
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Wow, I haven’t posted in years
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I’m 30 now
Laura and I are still a couple and she’s still hot AF 🔥
I finished my MA at Harvard. I took that degree and my undergrad from Columbia and got myself a job as a welder because it turns out I’m happier working with my hands
I moved to Arizona a year ago. Laura got a job offer there and I said “fuck it” and went with
We’re polyamorous. At least in theory. I have a sub boy who I see on the side to satisfy my dominant and dick-needing sides. His name is Dave and in his personal ad he said he was looking for an “emotional terrorist.” I gotchu. Laura is able to have a side piece, too, but doesn’t have one presently. My theory is she’s going to find a muscle mommy who can toss her around. The way Laura does with me 🤤
Mila, my younger sister, is a musician now and does music for movies. As part of an orchestra / ensemble. She splits her time between Brooklyn and SoCal but also ends up in Vancouver fairly often, all for work. She’s got a bf but it’s not serious. She tends to date unseriously
My slightly older brother, Nikolai, is married to a shiftless do-nothing named Lulu, even though he could really do with some extra support
My oldest brother, Dima, continues to fix cars
My older sister, Katya, lives in Moscow and works for Russian state TV
My parents are alive and well. Dad drives Uber. Mom waits tables
My dearest friend, Masha, was briefly married to a pointless man named Damian, and is now happily single and working as a flight attendant!
Would you be willing to enable the archive on your blog to make it easier to go back and read chronologically?
Absolutely. How do I do that?
Doing good thanks. When was your first Domme experience? 😄
Aahhh, now that is an interesting question! I have been torturing willing victims my own age since I was 15. It’s amazing how many guys are dying to be owned by dominant woman. By the way, as a girlfriend I’m not dominant 24/7. That requires an amount of energy and focus that I just don’t possess. Most of the time I’m like anyone else, with the full range of emotions, moods, and thoughts. There are always certain tells–signals, if you will–that alert my guy that the game has begun. With these early guys I experimented. And I read, every good article, website, and book on kink that I could get my hands on. I would make my boyfriend kiss my feet and kick my boots. I would sit on their faces until they were on the verge of passing out. I would make them masturbate for my entertainment while I laughed at them. I practiced bondage and other kinky skills.
My first real Domme experience was when I had just turned 17. There was a wealthy mid-40s guy with whom I had been hanging out. We had never done anything sexual per se, but we both knew he wanted that. He was admirably good about waiting until I hit the age of consent before explicitly making his interests known. Prior to that, he’d taken me on outings all over the city and beyond. Though he’d never said he wanted me before that, I knew. I knew and I was ok with it. So it was no surprise when he stated his feelings.
This guy knew I was a kinky bitch. I had shared stories of my early years. In our interactions I had already taken an emotionally dominant role, giving him little tasks to demonstrate his devotion and inserting little psychological jabs into our everyday conversations.
When he opened up to me, he made it clear that he wanted me to be mean. The meaner, the better, in fact. He gave me carte blanche to do and try anything to him. So, he became my pin cushion. I had him take me into Manhattan and purchase a dozen super-sexy outfits and all kinds of kink equipment costing, by the time all was said and done, around $4000. I made him pick me up from school everyday and drive me home. I made him drop me off for dates with my peers (oh, the longing look on his face … *sigh*).
At his place, I really cut loose. Decked out in one of my expensive new outfits I would terrorize him utterly. Crawling around beneath my feet, I made him grovel for any sort of attention. “Why?” I’d ask him, “would I do that for a useless, pathetic coward like you?” I locked him in chastity for days at a time. If he couldn’t get it up when I unlocked him, I would punish him with CBT, then lock him back up and peg him silly. While having sex with my boyfriend I’d call this guy up clandestinely so he could hear me being intimate with another guy.
I spent about 12 hours edging him on and off one evening. The rule was that he’d get to fuck me if he didn’t cum. My plan was to give him a ruined orgasm. That way he wouldn’t get to fuck me and he’d have the added pain of getting no conciliatory hand job orgasm. It went off as planned. He was a drooling mess by hour 8. I would spend half an hour on him, then go watch some TV. Then more edging. “Don’t cum!” I’d warn him, sweetly as he strained against his restraints, his eyes rolling back in his head. “I can’t help it, please stop!” he begged. With a laugh, I sped up until he was right on the edge and then let go. His cock sputtered and twitched uselessly as he had a totally ruined orgasm that guaranteed he wouldn’t be able to get it up again for the rest of the night. Oh how he stained and thrashed as he realized he’d blown his chances of getting laid for the night and was now in for more ridicule and humiliating acts! It made me so wet that I had to masturbate next to him on the bed, so close that he could almost touch me.
If all of this sounds heartless and awful right now, keep in mind that this was a consensual, requested interaction. We knew each other’s kinks going in. After all this abuse, we’d lay on the couch and I’d hold him and thank him sincerely for always being so awesome to me. And he’d thank me profusely for all the terrible things I did.
lol, problematic…
Yooooo. It's you! Good to see you still kicking around.
I am! I went through a period where I just didn’t feel like writing. Largely because I was just doing boring adult stuff like working and apartment hunting. I’ve now dug myself into a comfortable rut so the urge to blog is slowly returning
lol, I turned 30 in December. I started this blog when I was 18. Mila is 28 now. She was 16 when this all started. I’ve got my entire college experience cataloged here. What a trip
Hey, how you doing? Hope u are happy :)
Marry <insert here whatever you celebrate in winter>
I’m doing alright! You know… the world is burning down but I persevere.
This winter I celebrated Lupercalia. But I also lit the menorah.
How is going? :)
Keepin’ on keepin’ on
Nika 🥺?
c’est moi
Hope you're doing well
Not bad, thanks!