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Blogging tied and gagged from home. Celebrating my first year on Tumblr
This week marks my one-year anniversary on Tumblr! And I can't think of a better way to celebrate with all of you, my dear readers, than by getting back to my old tricks and blogging tied up and gagged from home.
Since it's a special occasion, there will be surprises this timeāmy owner plans to tease me and have some fun with me while I blog with you all. Do you want to find out together what kind of mischief he has in store for me?
Save the date: Saturday 20th June at 6:00 PM (Spain time).
Iāve talked about it with my ownerāhow he loves my discomfort from well-tightened and well-applied ropes so much. The key is that I endure it for him, and that he never forces me to endure it longer than I am willing to.
Your pinned post says you are 99,8% straight, yet you have a few post talking of Miss..?
Do you have both an Owner and a Miss?
What are the dynamics, or is Miss just a figment of your imagination?
p.s.
Love the way you come with feedback to your captures... it's hard to sense if it's , "matter of fact" or "bratty"... But I see why you end up with a gag in your mouth so often
Hi!
I'm finally carving out a little time between all my pending blogging tasks to answer you. And honestly, it frustrates me to reply so late because your ask is one of those that I find truly interesting. Why? Basically, because youāve snooped through my blog with enough care and depth. You make references to my bios, to a specific post, to my interactions through the comments, and to that enigmatic but rather omnipresent figure on my blog: my Miss...
Youāve done your homework, itās appreciated, and I didn't want to answer you in a rushed, hurried way. So, now that I've found a moment to write to you calmly, I'm ready to do it. A long rant is coming, but I think you'll find what I'm about to tell you interesting, so save that gag for later.
All my life Iāve been 100% straight until a few months ago. When I was young, confused by the photos I looked up on the internet of women tied up in ropes that I liked so much, I thought there might be something bisexual about me, so I had two flings with other women. The first time I didn't like it, and the second time made it clear to me that men were the ones I really liked, and that I didn't need to kiss a third girl to be sure of it. Later, with more years and experience, I discovered that what actually turned me on about seeing rope models was fantasizing about being in their exact situation.
At the beginning of the year, my Miss appeared in my life. We met through our blogs, and I was fascinated by her almost instantly. I loved the kind and polite treatment she always offered her readers even when they crossed the line; she had a natural elegance when it came to openly explaining her sexuality that I wanted for myself, and a concise yet descriptive way of writing. We got to know each other little by little, and one thing led to another. In this way, my boyfriend is my owner in real life, and my Miss is my owner online.
Why 99.8% straight? In this link and this other one, you have what I've been analyzing about my bisexuality explained in more detail. In a quick summary: I am not attracted to the female gender in general, only to certain women, only to very specific ones. And every time I come across one, I drop the percentage by 0.1%. Do the math yourself. It's highly likely it will drop to 99.7% the moment I sit down to write for a while to get to know and understand myself a little bit more.
As for how I respond to interactions in the comments, it is fundamentally due, in the first instance, to the vibe I get from the person writing to me and, in the second instance, to the type of comment they've made. It doesn't differ much from how I personally interact with anyone in real life. A close friend has all the freedom with me to speak without thinking, to tease me, and I interpret their words that way. If that same joke, for example, is told to me by a stranger, well, my reaction is different. I try to be polite to everyone, and given the impersonality of a stranger's comment, if it seems respectful or made me laugh, I try to respond in kind. If the comment is made by a friend, well, I tease them back because I love doing it and the familiarity is there.
And finally, someone who knows a lot more about the world of Tumblr than I do once wrote that Anonymous asks are usually sent by people you have interacted with at some point, each under their own username. I've never liked that boastful phrase "I have no proof, but I also have no doubts"āit goes directly against everything Socrates saidābut, friend Anon, I think I know who you are, though I could be completely wrong. Conjectures, even if they are 100% true, don't turn them into facts.
Iāve already mentioned this before, but my owner tying me up while I'm fully clothed, only to then uncover the erogenous zones of my body, transmits that urgency and impulsiveness on his partālike he just can't contain himselfāthat I love so muchā¦
You didn't listen to me when I told you this cloth was too big for my mouth and that cleave gag was too thinā¦ It seems I'm the one most interested here in the gags actually workingā¦
Itās a real bummer, but the story about my experiences with my owner and a few ropes that I finished writing yesterday wonāt be able to be published on my blog. Tumblr didn't like it and took it down yesterday. Iāll send it to my mutuals via DM, but I definitely need to rethink the way I write to comply with what the system allows.
On another note, today is Spainās first match in the World Cup! Itās not that Iām a soccer fanāIāve never beenābut itās the perfect excuse to hang out with friends. My owner is going to lend me his national team jersey; itās massive on me, but I love wearing his clothes.
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 Iām getting ready because I'm meeting my dad to go to our favorite winery.
Iāll be MIA today, so donāt 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 doesnāt 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.
