Blog for only 18+! Happily submissive Spanish woman in her daily life, delighted to share her passion for bondage. Ropes enhance women's beauty. Consent is key.
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I’m a Spanish woman (she/her), in my thirties, and 99,8% straight. I’m happily in love with my boyfriend, whom I call ‘owner’ in public so it’s clear what our relationship dynamic is. He’s a dom and I’m a sub, and we live this dynamic every day with the affection, love, and respect we have for each other — in what is, for me, the healthiest relationship I’ve ever had with any boyfriend.
Ropes have been my fetish long before I ever developed my sexuality, and here on Tumblr, under the pseudonym Hécuba, I can speak freely about myself — about what I enjoy doing and what I enjoy having done to me. I’m a very talkative person, but also shy and reserved when it comes to my sexual life, which I enjoy deeply, yet only feel brave enough to talk about and share here on my blog.
What you’ll mainly find on my blog are b_n_d_a_e images that I comment on and reblog. They’re like an appetizer — something easy and light to nibble on — but what truly motivates me is writing and sharing my personal experiences in this blog I use as a diary. These are generally about my sexual life, but since my life goes far beyond being a sub, I write about anything I feel like talking about. You will find all of them in my secondary blog.
One of the things that Tumblr gives me in return for the time I dedicate to it is you, my readers. All the interactions I have with you—whether chatting or through the incredibly interesting questions you ask me—are wonderful feedback that I will never be able to thank you enough for. Feel completely free to ask me anything you want about my sexuality, as long as it's done respectfully, and to tell me about the emotions and fantasies I provoke in you. I love responding to you; I love being in your minds.
Over the time I’ve spent on Tumblr, I’ve picked up certain knks, and I’m also taking my first steps into hypnosis as a hypnotee.
I don’t share photos of myself, and any you may find in my stories are used only as an avatar. Ashley Lane is the model I use to use, just because I like the way she is pretty in a normal way and because she performed in ropes and also in adult industry. However, I have described myself in writing here and here to be something more than just a silhouette cut out against a wall.
My DMs aren’t open because I’ve had bad experiences in the past, even though I genuinely enjoy talking to everyone. There have been people whose rude messages I didn’t respond to, and they reported me as spam just to hurt me for not giving them attention. Likewise, if a mutual ever gives me a bad feeling at some point, I block them before they have the chance to harm my account.
Below, I’m sharing some of the kind words my readers have said to me:
So many things have already happened to me this morning... I had an intimate moment with a female friend and fellow sub; I punched my owner in the cheek while defending myself from his tickling (he loves to trap and immobilize me with his body while doing it, so of course, I have to defend myself somehow against someone bigger and stronger than me); I made myself a V60 coffee; I brewed the same coffee as an espresso (much better in the V60, by the way); and now I’m getting ready because I'm meeting my dad to go to our favorite winery.
I’ll be MIA today, so don’t expect any posts of beautiful, sensual women tied up in ropes, along with the usual commentary from yours truly. If I can find the time, I want to write and finish the story I've started, and I just hope the punch I threw at my owner doesn’t stop us from sharing some fluids later on.
This reminds me of when I was a little girl and I would always try to ride on the dogs we had on our farm. The second I did, the dog would simply sit down and look at me with a face like nothing had even happened.
Having my hands behind my back has always been special to me… Sometimes I find myself doing it unconsciously out on the street, holding one wrist with my other hand.
It doesn't matter how tight you fasten the cleave gag, if I don't spit out my panties, it's because I accept that you want me gagged and I'm a good girl.